[exo] let's canoodle, snickerdoodle
Title: Let’s Canoodle, Snickerdoodle
For: cherrysoo for baekhyun drabble requests
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Summary: Baekhyun’s far too spoiled to not get what he wants. (<3k)
Rating: NC-17
Note: Porn with plot (I'm not kidding...orz). Kyungsoo topping. Because I can't not write porn, despite my best efforts otherwise. Thanks to grasieuse for pre-reading this for me.
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Kyungsoo was, in a word, cold. But that was okay with Baekhyun, because he liked challenges very much. The colder a person was, the more fun it was to thaw them out.
“Want to get coffee with me sometime?” Baekhyun asked again for the millionth time that hour to Kyungsoo as the man bustled around the study putting files in the right places. Kyungsoo ignored him easily, way too easily for Baekhyun’s pride to accept, and Baekhyun slumped into his seat, scowling.
His father had hired Kyungsoo as a sort of live-in secretary to help manage both the business and their house. Baekhyun had been very hesitant to welcome someone in who was a few months younger than him (he knew very well, after all, how irresponsible people his age were), but after meeting the man, he couldn’t stop himself from grudgingly respecting Kyungsoo. He’d been calm, polite, respectful, and very, very professional.
“You always ignore me,” Baekhyun complained out loud, scrunching his nose. “Everyone else would be falling at my feet for a chance at a date with me, and here you are, ignoring me like I’m a gnat. What an ego ruiner.”
“I don’t date brats,” Kyungsoo told him as he wiped down Mr. Byun’s desk. The cherry wood nearly sparkled after he finished with it.
“I might be a brat,” Baekhyun said with a grin, hope rising in him already. Kyungsoo normally never even spared him even a reply to his whining. Today must have been different, for some reason. “But I’m a cute, hot brat. Come on, get coffee with me. Please?”
Kyungsoo spared him a look that included a raised eyebrow and he looked completely, utterly unimpressed. Baekhyun pouted and clapped his hands together pitifully.
“Let me take you out?” he continued to ask, large eyes pleading, and Kyungsoo sighed, ruffling at his hair in slight annoyance.
“Fine,” Kyungsoo said. He held up a finger when Baekhyun opened his mouth. “But only on one condition.”
Baekhyun scowled immediately upon hearing that. A condition? If there was anything a businessman hated more than the words ‘no deal’, it was ‘condition’.
“What?” he asked grudgingly.
“I get to decide what we’re doing, where we’re going, and if we have another one.” Kyungsoo said, a challenge clear in his voice. Baekhyun wondered if this was a test. His eyes narrowed at the thought. He’d never failed a test before, and he didn’t plan failing this one, either.
“Fine,” he said, and smiled victoriously.
Do Kyungsoo was going to be his.
Getting coffee, to Kyungsoo, actually meant getting coffee. Baekhyun tugged at his button down shirt nervously, and fiddled with the belt to his slacks, feeling moderately over-dressed for the quaint, humble little coffee shop. He could already see the occupants eyeing him, probably wondering why he was standing awkwardly at the door like a complete idiot.
He tried hard to contain the wince that wanted to make itself known on his face, and instead glanced at the clock. Where the hell was Kyungsoo?
Biting at his bottom lip, he slowly went further inside the little café, and sat down at a small table fit for two at the back.
Kyungsoo never showed up. Baekhyun sipped at his latte and glanced at the clock again, feeling oddly disappointed. Two hours had passed as he sat there and ordered drinks for himself, and he licked at his lips, fighting the frown that wanted to make its way onto his face. Had this been Kyungsoo’s plan in the first place? Was this his way of rejecting Baekhyun?
Kyungsoo had never once rejected his advances before; he always ignored Baekhyun, though Baekhyun thought he caught the slip of a grin on his face every now and then. Maybe he’d finally annoyed Kyungsoo, though.
Baekhyun could take a hint, honestly. And he got this one loud and clear.
He just wished the hint hadn’t been this cruel.
Baekhyun started avoiding being alone with Kyungsoo. Sometimes Kyungsoo seemed like he wanted to talk to him, but Baekhyun always strode off elsewhere. He didn’t take rejection very well, and no doubt Kyungsoo wanted to rub it in his face. There was no way Baekhyun was sticking around for that.
He didn’t want to be kicked when he was already down.
Kyungsoo cornered him a week later. Baekhyun eyed the wall behind him in betrayal, and then glanced forward, wondering for just the slightest moment if Kyungsoo would chase him if he made a break for it. Kyungsoo seemed to catch on to his plan, though, because he planted himself in front of Baekhyun securely, eyes narrowed in an irritated glare.
“Will you stop avoiding me?” Kyungsoo asked exasperatedly, and Baekhyun pointedly glanced off to the side.
“Avoiding you?” he asked coolly. “Me? Why would I be ignoring my father’s secretary?”
“Because you think I stood you up those two weeks ago, you self-centered prick,” Kyungsoo said flatly, and Baekhyun scowled down at him.
He thought Kyungsoo stood him up?
“I don’t think you stood me up,” Baekhyun retorted angrily, crossing his hands in front of his chest defensively. “I know you did. Thanks for that, by the way. Had five lovely lattes while waiting for you like the idiot I am.”
“I didn’t stand you up!” Kyungsoo said icily. “Your father called me in to do some last minute work, and I never got your number. If you would stop being such a brat for a moment…! You are seriously exhausting, you know that? I don’t know how any of your old nannies used to be able to take care of your five-year-old self when you’re like this at twenty-two.”
Baekhyun blinked at Kyungsoo, hostile stance fading. So it’d been his father who’d cockblocked him?
Oh.
Well, that sure changed things.
“You’re awfully sensitive,” Kyungsoo said with a roll of his eyes when he saw Baekhyun stare at him in shocked, hopeful confusion. “For a rich, arrogant guy, I mean.” Then, to Baekhyun’s surprise, Kyungsoo smiled. “You’re lucky I already knew you were a brat, because I would have been completely turned off from your behavior otherwise.”
It wasn’t often Baekhyun was rendered utterly silent. But, well, Baekhyun had the feeling he’d have to get used to it if Kyungsoo was going to stick around. The thought thrilled him, and for the first time in a week, he smiled.
Kyungsoo, as it turned out, was far kinkier than Baekhyun thought he’d be. He remembered the heated make-out session and rough sex on his father’s desk that led to scattered papers on the floor and a cum stain on the cherry wood Kyungsoo smugly wiped up, remembered sitting in Kyungsoo’s lap on his large swivel chair as Kyungsoo placed bruises on his chest as he drove him to exquisite agony.
Today’s new kink? Library sex, it seemed.
“You want me badly, huh?” Kyungsoo asked huskily, skimming the pads of his fingers against Baekhyun’s chin. Baekhyun didn’t dare to breathe, and instead pressed further back into the bookshelves that were already digging into his spine. He shuddered. The pain grounded him.
He didn’t know how or why this was happening. For a moment, even, he thought he was dreaming. He’d wanted this for so long, had wanted Kyungsoo to push him up against a wall and fuck him like he was all Kyungsoo ever wanted. He was still scared though, that this was just a fantasy of his, something that his delusional mind was thinking this up. It wouldn’t have been the first time waking up from a dream like this, in all honesty. He wouldn’t mind waking up with sticky boxers again, he thought stupidly.
He swallowed, mouth dry as the desert.
“Going to stay quiet?” Kyungsoo asked with a slight smirk, and ran his hand from Baekhun’s jaw down his chest, to his collarbones and settling at the base of Baekhyun’s cock. Baekhyun could feel the heat of his palm through his slacks, and resisted the urge to give in and push up. He didn’t know what Kyungsoo was playing at, but he was going to win this, regardless of if this was a dream or not.
“Don’t you like me quiet?” Baekhyun challenged, and leaned forward to mouth at the edge of Kyungsoo’s mouth, licking at it and backing away with a smug grin when Kyungsoo growled and tried to catch his lips in a kiss.
“Not when we’re going to fuck,” Kyungsoo said roughly, and pushed his hand inside of Baekhyun’s slacks to cup him through his underwear. Baekhyun grabbed onto Kyungsoo’s shoulders, eyes crossing for just the slightest moment when Kyungsoo’s thumb teased at the head of his cock through his briefs. How long had it been since they’d had the chance to have sex again after that time in his father’s study?
Too long, if you asked Baekhyun.
“Beg for it,” Kyungsoo whispered, and bent down to suck a hickey into his collar bone. Baekhyun grit his teeth, pulling one of his hands free of its death grip on Kyungsoo’s shoulder to push it into Kyungsoo’s slacks.
“You first,” he said in a gasp, and wrapped a fist around Kyungsoo’s already hard cock.
Kyungsoo tried to thrust into his grip, but Baekhyun only tightened his fist and let Kyungsoo have none of the friction he himself wanted. If Kyungsoo was going to play it that way, then they’d fucking play it that way.
“Only if you suck me off,” Kyungsoo said, and bit down on the hickey already staining the base of Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun could see it just the slightest bit if he glanced down, though the dark of the Byun library made it hard for him to really see anything.
They were in a completely private part of the Byun family library, the smell of musty, old books already fading from Baekhyun’s mind as he preoccupied himself with jerking Kyungsoo slowly, enjoying the way Kyungsoo’s breath felt against the vulnerable slip of his neck.
“I don’t suck people off,” Baekhyun said with a smirk. “It should be the other way around. Your lips were made to suck dicks. Mine especially.”
“Your mouth was meant to be plugged by my dick,” Kyungsoo said dryly, and pulled his hand out of Baekhyun’s slacks to start tugging at his belt. Baekhyun frowned and didn’t bother helping Kyungsoo.
“You like it when I talk,” he said.
“You talk too much during sex,” Kyungsoo returned easily and finally managed to push Baekhyun’s slacks down. Baekhyun shivered when the chilly air of the library caressed at his legs.
Kyungsoo smoothed a gentle thumb over Baekhyun’s hipbone, eyes turning oddly gentle. “You okay with this?”
Baekhyun resisted melting. Kyungsoo had sweet, gentle moments like this that made Baekhyun grow to love him even more than he already did - he transformed from beast to prince for just a few moments, and reminded Baekhyun of the soul in there that he’d fallen for first. He licked at his lips and held Kyungsoo’s eyes as he nodded slowly. Then Kyungsoo slowly pulled his briefs down, leaving him naked waist down.
He was hard and pulsing when his underwear dropped to the floor to join his slacks, and he felt a flash of heat in the pit of his stomach when Kyungsoo trailed hungry eyes down his form.
Kyungsoo urged him to turn around, so Baekhyun faced the shelves, pressed his heated cheeks against the cool wood. He arched into Kyungsoo’s touch when Kyungsoo trailed a hand down his spine, smoothing down each bump and curve. Baekhyun shivered and bit the corner of his lip, closing his eyes to focus on the feel of it.
“I’ve thought about this before,” Kyungsoo admitted as a chill swept over Baekhyun’s naked backside. Baekhyun shivered in want, in need, when Kyungsoo pressed closer to him, ridge of his cock easily felt even through the pants he still wore. “I’ve thought about fucking you into the books, leaving imprints on your hips as you begged for more. You rode me on your father’s desk, once, too.”
And fuck, Baekhyun throbbed at that. Dirty-talking Kyungsoo turned him on and made him shiver in delicious ways.
He needed to get fucked. Now.
Baekhyun tried to stifle his whine, pushing back, but then Kyungsoo disappeared, leaving him feeling cold and vulnerable. Baekhyun glanced behind his shoulder in confusion, about to straighten up from his bent position, when Kyungsoo returned with a bottle of lube in one hand and a condom in the other.
He settled down into position again, biting at the corner of his lip when he heard Kyungsoo pop the cap open. Then there were cold fingers pressing into him, and Baekhyun couldn’t contain his moan, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Kyungsoo pushed two fingers into him at a time.
A moan rumbled in his chest and he lazily pushed back onto Kyungsoo’s fingers.
“Come on,” he breathed, and rolled his hips. “If you’re going to finger me, you better fucking do it right.”
“Bossy,” Kyungsoo said with a dark chuckle, and lightning shot up Baekhyun’s spine when Kyungsoo followed Baekhyun’s order for once, fingers fucking Baekhyun hard and fast, leaving him gasping against the books, forehead sweaty against their leather binds.
Baekhyun canted his hips to follow with Kyungsoo’s rhythm, but Kyungsoo pulled his fingers out suddenly, and a whine built steady in his chest. He didn’t have a chance to complain before someone bigger, blunter, pressed into his needy hole. He didn’t question when Kyungsoo had gotten rid of his own pants, didn’t question anything because he was beyond questions and coherency now. He grabbed at a high shelf, struggling to find purchase, and Kyungsoo slid into him easily.
Baekhyun’s head dropped back, his mouth open in a silent moan. Kyungsoo felt so. fucking. good inside him.
Kyungsoo’s thrusts started out gentle, small. Baekhyun growled under his breath and clenched tight around Kyungsoo, ordered him to fuck him hard enough to feel him for weeks. Kyungsoo stuttered for a second, fingers digging punishingly into Baekhyun’s hips, before he complied with a harsh breath blown against the back of Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun saw white when Kyungsoo pushed into him rough and fast. It was delicious, intoxicating. He knew he was babbling out loud about how great Kyungsoo was, about how amazing and life-changing his dick felt fucking him open. Lube and sweat were running down the insides of his thighs, and his dick swung untouched between his legs as he gasped for more. He wanted more, needed more.
“So spoiled,” Kyungsoo grunted, and gave him exactly what he was seeking.
Baekhyun felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, shuddering, keening with the force of Kyungsoo’s thrusts. He loved it, loved this, loved feeling dominated, loved feeling his hole being stretched by a hard dick. He loved it all.
Kyungsoo slowed down, and Baekhyun nearly sobbed from frustration. How dare he fucking stop?
Then Kyungsoo pulled out, and Baekhyun really did almost sob then. Kyungsoo wasn’t going to leave him like this, was he? He couldn’t be that cruel, right?
Kyungsoo spun him around and, ignoring Baekhyun’s angry and irritated grumblings, urged him up. Baekhyun wrapped his legs around Kyungsoo’s hips, his back digging into the bookshelves uncomfortably, but all discomfort was forgotten as Kyungsoo’s cock pressed back into him.
Baekhyun’s head hit the shelf when Kyungsoo began to fuck him again.
The stars he saw then were beautiful. He leaned forward and bit down on Kyungsoo’s shoulder as Kyungsoo bounced him up and down on his cock, and his hole swallowed him eagerly. Baekhyun savored the way the new position allowed him to feel Kyungsoo more, how it felt like Kyungsoo was suddenly bigger, better. He shivered and gasped when Kyungsoo pushed in, brushing against that one spot inside of him.
“Please,” he breathed, “please.” Baekhyun wasn’t sure what he was even begging for anymore, but he needed it so bad he was nearly to the breaking point.
And when Kyungsoo wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped it once, that was all it took for Baekhyun to shudder and cry out as he came hard. The world shuddered and trembled around him, and he felt the distant sensation of Kyungsoo’s thumbs dig bruises into his skin as he came too.
The first thing Baekhyun felt when he floated back down to earth was the drying sweat and spilled cum on his stomach. His grimaced, and nearly fell when his wobbly legs slid down Kyungsoo’s recovering form. Luckily, even when he was out of it, Kyungsoo caught him, though he spared him a lackluster glare.
“Want to take a shower?” Baekhyun asked with a grin, bending down to grab his underwear and use it as a cloth to wipe the bodily fluids from his stomach and inner thighs.
Kyungsoo just sighed as he pulled the condom off, and Baekhyun knew he’d gotten what he’d wanted again. He smiled brightly at Kyungsoo, pulled him out of the library, and muffled his laughter as they snuck through the mansion to the bathroom.
Hopefully they’d use the warm water wisely, Baekhyun thought with a small snicker.
For: cherrysoo for baekhyun drabble requests
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Summary: Baekhyun’s far too spoiled to not get what he wants. (<3k)
Rating: NC-17
Note: Porn with plot (I'm not kidding...orz). Kyungsoo topping. Because I can't not write porn, despite my best efforts otherwise. Thanks to grasieuse for pre-reading this for me.
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Kyungsoo was, in a word, cold. But that was okay with Baekhyun, because he liked challenges very much. The colder a person was, the more fun it was to thaw them out.
“Want to get coffee with me sometime?” Baekhyun asked again for the millionth time that hour to Kyungsoo as the man bustled around the study putting files in the right places. Kyungsoo ignored him easily, way too easily for Baekhyun’s pride to accept, and Baekhyun slumped into his seat, scowling.
His father had hired Kyungsoo as a sort of live-in secretary to help manage both the business and their house. Baekhyun had been very hesitant to welcome someone in who was a few months younger than him (he knew very well, after all, how irresponsible people his age were), but after meeting the man, he couldn’t stop himself from grudgingly respecting Kyungsoo. He’d been calm, polite, respectful, and very, very professional.
“You always ignore me,” Baekhyun complained out loud, scrunching his nose. “Everyone else would be falling at my feet for a chance at a date with me, and here you are, ignoring me like I’m a gnat. What an ego ruiner.”
“I don’t date brats,” Kyungsoo told him as he wiped down Mr. Byun’s desk. The cherry wood nearly sparkled after he finished with it.
“I might be a brat,” Baekhyun said with a grin, hope rising in him already. Kyungsoo normally never even spared him even a reply to his whining. Today must have been different, for some reason. “But I’m a cute, hot brat. Come on, get coffee with me. Please?”
Kyungsoo spared him a look that included a raised eyebrow and he looked completely, utterly unimpressed. Baekhyun pouted and clapped his hands together pitifully.
“Let me take you out?” he continued to ask, large eyes pleading, and Kyungsoo sighed, ruffling at his hair in slight annoyance.
“Fine,” Kyungsoo said. He held up a finger when Baekhyun opened his mouth. “But only on one condition.”
Baekhyun scowled immediately upon hearing that. A condition? If there was anything a businessman hated more than the words ‘no deal’, it was ‘condition’.
“What?” he asked grudgingly.
“I get to decide what we’re doing, where we’re going, and if we have another one.” Kyungsoo said, a challenge clear in his voice. Baekhyun wondered if this was a test. His eyes narrowed at the thought. He’d never failed a test before, and he didn’t plan failing this one, either.
“Fine,” he said, and smiled victoriously.
Do Kyungsoo was going to be his.
Getting coffee, to Kyungsoo, actually meant getting coffee. Baekhyun tugged at his button down shirt nervously, and fiddled with the belt to his slacks, feeling moderately over-dressed for the quaint, humble little coffee shop. He could already see the occupants eyeing him, probably wondering why he was standing awkwardly at the door like a complete idiot.
He tried hard to contain the wince that wanted to make itself known on his face, and instead glanced at the clock. Where the hell was Kyungsoo?
Biting at his bottom lip, he slowly went further inside the little café, and sat down at a small table fit for two at the back.
Kyungsoo never showed up. Baekhyun sipped at his latte and glanced at the clock again, feeling oddly disappointed. Two hours had passed as he sat there and ordered drinks for himself, and he licked at his lips, fighting the frown that wanted to make its way onto his face. Had this been Kyungsoo’s plan in the first place? Was this his way of rejecting Baekhyun?
Kyungsoo had never once rejected his advances before; he always ignored Baekhyun, though Baekhyun thought he caught the slip of a grin on his face every now and then. Maybe he’d finally annoyed Kyungsoo, though.
Baekhyun could take a hint, honestly. And he got this one loud and clear.
He just wished the hint hadn’t been this cruel.
Baekhyun started avoiding being alone with Kyungsoo. Sometimes Kyungsoo seemed like he wanted to talk to him, but Baekhyun always strode off elsewhere. He didn’t take rejection very well, and no doubt Kyungsoo wanted to rub it in his face. There was no way Baekhyun was sticking around for that.
He didn’t want to be kicked when he was already down.
Kyungsoo cornered him a week later. Baekhyun eyed the wall behind him in betrayal, and then glanced forward, wondering for just the slightest moment if Kyungsoo would chase him if he made a break for it. Kyungsoo seemed to catch on to his plan, though, because he planted himself in front of Baekhyun securely, eyes narrowed in an irritated glare.
“Will you stop avoiding me?” Kyungsoo asked exasperatedly, and Baekhyun pointedly glanced off to the side.
“Avoiding you?” he asked coolly. “Me? Why would I be ignoring my father’s secretary?”
“Because you think I stood you up those two weeks ago, you self-centered prick,” Kyungsoo said flatly, and Baekhyun scowled down at him.
He thought Kyungsoo stood him up?
“I don’t think you stood me up,” Baekhyun retorted angrily, crossing his hands in front of his chest defensively. “I know you did. Thanks for that, by the way. Had five lovely lattes while waiting for you like the idiot I am.”
“I didn’t stand you up!” Kyungsoo said icily. “Your father called me in to do some last minute work, and I never got your number. If you would stop being such a brat for a moment…! You are seriously exhausting, you know that? I don’t know how any of your old nannies used to be able to take care of your five-year-old self when you’re like this at twenty-two.”
Baekhyun blinked at Kyungsoo, hostile stance fading. So it’d been his father who’d cockblocked him?
Oh.
Well, that sure changed things.
“You’re awfully sensitive,” Kyungsoo said with a roll of his eyes when he saw Baekhyun stare at him in shocked, hopeful confusion. “For a rich, arrogant guy, I mean.” Then, to Baekhyun’s surprise, Kyungsoo smiled. “You’re lucky I already knew you were a brat, because I would have been completely turned off from your behavior otherwise.”
It wasn’t often Baekhyun was rendered utterly silent. But, well, Baekhyun had the feeling he’d have to get used to it if Kyungsoo was going to stick around. The thought thrilled him, and for the first time in a week, he smiled.
Kyungsoo, as it turned out, was far kinkier than Baekhyun thought he’d be. He remembered the heated make-out session and rough sex on his father’s desk that led to scattered papers on the floor and a cum stain on the cherry wood Kyungsoo smugly wiped up, remembered sitting in Kyungsoo’s lap on his large swivel chair as Kyungsoo placed bruises on his chest as he drove him to exquisite agony.
Today’s new kink? Library sex, it seemed.
“You want me badly, huh?” Kyungsoo asked huskily, skimming the pads of his fingers against Baekhyun’s chin. Baekhyun didn’t dare to breathe, and instead pressed further back into the bookshelves that were already digging into his spine. He shuddered. The pain grounded him.
He didn’t know how or why this was happening. For a moment, even, he thought he was dreaming. He’d wanted this for so long, had wanted Kyungsoo to push him up against a wall and fuck him like he was all Kyungsoo ever wanted. He was still scared though, that this was just a fantasy of his, something that his delusional mind was thinking this up. It wouldn’t have been the first time waking up from a dream like this, in all honesty. He wouldn’t mind waking up with sticky boxers again, he thought stupidly.
He swallowed, mouth dry as the desert.
“Going to stay quiet?” Kyungsoo asked with a slight smirk, and ran his hand from Baekhun’s jaw down his chest, to his collarbones and settling at the base of Baekhyun’s cock. Baekhyun could feel the heat of his palm through his slacks, and resisted the urge to give in and push up. He didn’t know what Kyungsoo was playing at, but he was going to win this, regardless of if this was a dream or not.
“Don’t you like me quiet?” Baekhyun challenged, and leaned forward to mouth at the edge of Kyungsoo’s mouth, licking at it and backing away with a smug grin when Kyungsoo growled and tried to catch his lips in a kiss.
“Not when we’re going to fuck,” Kyungsoo said roughly, and pushed his hand inside of Baekhyun’s slacks to cup him through his underwear. Baekhyun grabbed onto Kyungsoo’s shoulders, eyes crossing for just the slightest moment when Kyungsoo’s thumb teased at the head of his cock through his briefs. How long had it been since they’d had the chance to have sex again after that time in his father’s study?
Too long, if you asked Baekhyun.
“Beg for it,” Kyungsoo whispered, and bent down to suck a hickey into his collar bone. Baekhyun grit his teeth, pulling one of his hands free of its death grip on Kyungsoo’s shoulder to push it into Kyungsoo’s slacks.
“You first,” he said in a gasp, and wrapped a fist around Kyungsoo’s already hard cock.
Kyungsoo tried to thrust into his grip, but Baekhyun only tightened his fist and let Kyungsoo have none of the friction he himself wanted. If Kyungsoo was going to play it that way, then they’d fucking play it that way.
“Only if you suck me off,” Kyungsoo said, and bit down on the hickey already staining the base of Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun could see it just the slightest bit if he glanced down, though the dark of the Byun library made it hard for him to really see anything.
They were in a completely private part of the Byun family library, the smell of musty, old books already fading from Baekhyun’s mind as he preoccupied himself with jerking Kyungsoo slowly, enjoying the way Kyungsoo’s breath felt against the vulnerable slip of his neck.
“I don’t suck people off,” Baekhyun said with a smirk. “It should be the other way around. Your lips were made to suck dicks. Mine especially.”
“Your mouth was meant to be plugged by my dick,” Kyungsoo said dryly, and pulled his hand out of Baekhyun’s slacks to start tugging at his belt. Baekhyun frowned and didn’t bother helping Kyungsoo.
“You like it when I talk,” he said.
“You talk too much during sex,” Kyungsoo returned easily and finally managed to push Baekhyun’s slacks down. Baekhyun shivered when the chilly air of the library caressed at his legs.
Kyungsoo smoothed a gentle thumb over Baekhyun’s hipbone, eyes turning oddly gentle. “You okay with this?”
Baekhyun resisted melting. Kyungsoo had sweet, gentle moments like this that made Baekhyun grow to love him even more than he already did - he transformed from beast to prince for just a few moments, and reminded Baekhyun of the soul in there that he’d fallen for first. He licked at his lips and held Kyungsoo’s eyes as he nodded slowly. Then Kyungsoo slowly pulled his briefs down, leaving him naked waist down.
He was hard and pulsing when his underwear dropped to the floor to join his slacks, and he felt a flash of heat in the pit of his stomach when Kyungsoo trailed hungry eyes down his form.
Kyungsoo urged him to turn around, so Baekhyun faced the shelves, pressed his heated cheeks against the cool wood. He arched into Kyungsoo’s touch when Kyungsoo trailed a hand down his spine, smoothing down each bump and curve. Baekhyun shivered and bit the corner of his lip, closing his eyes to focus on the feel of it.
“I’ve thought about this before,” Kyungsoo admitted as a chill swept over Baekhyun’s naked backside. Baekhyun shivered in want, in need, when Kyungsoo pressed closer to him, ridge of his cock easily felt even through the pants he still wore. “I’ve thought about fucking you into the books, leaving imprints on your hips as you begged for more. You rode me on your father’s desk, once, too.”
And fuck, Baekhyun throbbed at that. Dirty-talking Kyungsoo turned him on and made him shiver in delicious ways.
He needed to get fucked. Now.
Baekhyun tried to stifle his whine, pushing back, but then Kyungsoo disappeared, leaving him feeling cold and vulnerable. Baekhyun glanced behind his shoulder in confusion, about to straighten up from his bent position, when Kyungsoo returned with a bottle of lube in one hand and a condom in the other.
He settled down into position again, biting at the corner of his lip when he heard Kyungsoo pop the cap open. Then there were cold fingers pressing into him, and Baekhyun couldn’t contain his moan, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Kyungsoo pushed two fingers into him at a time.
A moan rumbled in his chest and he lazily pushed back onto Kyungsoo’s fingers.
“Come on,” he breathed, and rolled his hips. “If you’re going to finger me, you better fucking do it right.”
“Bossy,” Kyungsoo said with a dark chuckle, and lightning shot up Baekhyun’s spine when Kyungsoo followed Baekhyun’s order for once, fingers fucking Baekhyun hard and fast, leaving him gasping against the books, forehead sweaty against their leather binds.
Baekhyun canted his hips to follow with Kyungsoo’s rhythm, but Kyungsoo pulled his fingers out suddenly, and a whine built steady in his chest. He didn’t have a chance to complain before someone bigger, blunter, pressed into his needy hole. He didn’t question when Kyungsoo had gotten rid of his own pants, didn’t question anything because he was beyond questions and coherency now. He grabbed at a high shelf, struggling to find purchase, and Kyungsoo slid into him easily.
Baekhyun’s head dropped back, his mouth open in a silent moan. Kyungsoo felt so. fucking. good inside him.
Kyungsoo’s thrusts started out gentle, small. Baekhyun growled under his breath and clenched tight around Kyungsoo, ordered him to fuck him hard enough to feel him for weeks. Kyungsoo stuttered for a second, fingers digging punishingly into Baekhyun’s hips, before he complied with a harsh breath blown against the back of Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun saw white when Kyungsoo pushed into him rough and fast. It was delicious, intoxicating. He knew he was babbling out loud about how great Kyungsoo was, about how amazing and life-changing his dick felt fucking him open. Lube and sweat were running down the insides of his thighs, and his dick swung untouched between his legs as he gasped for more. He wanted more, needed more.
“So spoiled,” Kyungsoo grunted, and gave him exactly what he was seeking.
Baekhyun felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, shuddering, keening with the force of Kyungsoo’s thrusts. He loved it, loved this, loved feeling dominated, loved feeling his hole being stretched by a hard dick. He loved it all.
Kyungsoo slowed down, and Baekhyun nearly sobbed from frustration. How dare he fucking stop?
Then Kyungsoo pulled out, and Baekhyun really did almost sob then. Kyungsoo wasn’t going to leave him like this, was he? He couldn’t be that cruel, right?
Kyungsoo spun him around and, ignoring Baekhyun’s angry and irritated grumblings, urged him up. Baekhyun wrapped his legs around Kyungsoo’s hips, his back digging into the bookshelves uncomfortably, but all discomfort was forgotten as Kyungsoo’s cock pressed back into him.
Baekhyun’s head hit the shelf when Kyungsoo began to fuck him again.
The stars he saw then were beautiful. He leaned forward and bit down on Kyungsoo’s shoulder as Kyungsoo bounced him up and down on his cock, and his hole swallowed him eagerly. Baekhyun savored the way the new position allowed him to feel Kyungsoo more, how it felt like Kyungsoo was suddenly bigger, better. He shivered and gasped when Kyungsoo pushed in, brushing against that one spot inside of him.
“Please,” he breathed, “please.” Baekhyun wasn’t sure what he was even begging for anymore, but he needed it so bad he was nearly to the breaking point.
And when Kyungsoo wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped it once, that was all it took for Baekhyun to shudder and cry out as he came hard. The world shuddered and trembled around him, and he felt the distant sensation of Kyungsoo’s thumbs dig bruises into his skin as he came too.
The first thing Baekhyun felt when he floated back down to earth was the drying sweat and spilled cum on his stomach. His grimaced, and nearly fell when his wobbly legs slid down Kyungsoo’s recovering form. Luckily, even when he was out of it, Kyungsoo caught him, though he spared him a lackluster glare.
“Want to take a shower?” Baekhyun asked with a grin, bending down to grab his underwear and use it as a cloth to wipe the bodily fluids from his stomach and inner thighs.
Kyungsoo just sighed as he pulled the condom off, and Baekhyun knew he’d gotten what he’d wanted again. He smiled brightly at Kyungsoo, pulled him out of the library, and muffled his laughter as they snuck through the mansion to the bathroom.
Hopefully they’d use the warm water wisely, Baekhyun thought with a small snicker.