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Title: Of thighs and cock-blocking sons
Author: sitiisinsane
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun (married!au)
Type: Oneshot (1362 words)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: In which Kris and Baekhyun just want sexy times to themselves,and how their sons are still able to cockblock them when they're away.
For noble_arodwen who tweeted me this photo of Baekhyun & my lovely readers who always leave me comments! :>
Kris plasters himself against Baekhyun’s back, stopping the younger male’s attempts at trying to slot the key into the lock. He presses his nose against the other’s neck, inhaling the scent of jasmine shampoo and the cologne he had spritzed on a few hours ago, and Baekhyun giggles. The younger male half-heartedly tries to jab him in the stomach, but Kris has a firm hold around his husband.
‘’I give up.’’ Baekhyun slurs, and he drops the key.
Kris thinks it might have been quite a bad idea to have let the younger male consume all that wine before and during dinner. It was just that both of them were in an extremely splendid mood - Kris had finally gotten that promotion (well, there was no doubt that he would get it), and Suho had offered to take care of Kyungsoo and Tao for the night, allowing the couple to have a night to themselves. He’d forgotten how peaceful it could be with the kids not around.
Chuckling, Kris picks the key up and smoothly slots the metal into the lock, and Baekhyun tumbles past the doorway as soon as the door opens. The male kicks his shoes off, and one of them hits Kris on his shin.
‘’Oops.’’ And Baekhyun trips over Kyungsoo’s rubber duck toy, and would have ended flat on his face if not for the firm grip that Kris has on his wrist.
‘’You’re such a lightweight.’’
‘’Am not!’’ The younger male retorts, and he allows Kris to pull him in closer.
Kris likes how Baekhyun’s frame is smaller than his (though he’ll never say it out loud), and secretly, he’s aware that his husband loves it as well - the way Baekhyun’s pupil dilate every single time the older male towers over him, how his breath hitches when Kris envelopes him a hug and the way his breathing quickens audibly when Kris displays his obvious strength and height. No, Baekhyun is not a weakling, but he just really likes the fact that his husband is much stronger than he is.
Kris cages Baekhyun against the wall, and he sees how the other trails his eyes down the length of Kris’s arms, a tongue darting out to moisten dry lips. Kris draws himself up to full height, a sly smile gracing his lips and Baekhyun digs his fingernails into his thighs.
Baekhyun’s thighs.
Baekhyun has glorious thighs. People really shouldn’t underestimate Baekhyun’s small frame. Kris thinks that Baekhyun’s thighs look the best when they’re wrapped around Kris’s hips, or when he’s straddling Kris’s hips or when he’s on his hands and knees and - right, now he was getting carried away. He reminisces back to a certain summer during their college days - when Baekhyun had met him in a pair of fitting ¾ jeans that showed off his thighs, and Kris had thought that ‘wow, it’s actually possible for someone to stump him this much’ and he must have looked like all kinds of dumb-
‘’Kris.’’ Baekhyun’s nuzzling against his neck snaps him out of his thoughts. ‘’Are we really just going to stay here all night? Because, we do have a pretty sturdy bed in our bedroom and tonight, there’s like 0% chances of us being cock-blocked by our own sons-‘’
Kris leans forward and firmly presses his lips against Baekhyun’s, effectively shutting his husband up. The younger male kisses back just as enthusiastically, fingers sliding until they were combing through the strands of hair at the nape of Kris’s neck. Baekhyun’s fingers are smooth against his skin, and he thinks that all those creams Baekhyun had wheedled him into purchasing did have their benefits afterall.
Baekhyun’s wearing those jeans - the one Kris had purchased for him because he was absolutely certain that they would look wonderful on the younger male, and he had been right. When Baekhyun had first tried it on, he had complained that the jeans were capable of destroying his sperm count and that he would faint before even stepping out of the door because they were so tight, but the moment Baekhyun had seen the expression on Kris’s face (and how the older male had lovingly manhandled him after that), Baekhyun deemed them ‘his most favourite pair of jeans ever’.
Kris slides his big palms against Baekhyun’s thighs, gripping the taut flesh and the wave of arousal that hits him has him nipping at the other’s bottom lip, fingers desperately trying to unbutton those jeans. Baekhyun really isn’t helping, because he already has his right hand inside Kris’s pants, fingers splayed against the grey briefs that the older male has on. The male curls his fingers and strokes, and he laughs breathlessly against his husband’s lips. The other unintentionally slams him against the wall, Baekhyun’s head thunking against the wall and Kris leans his forehead against Baekhyun’s.
‘’You need to slow down’’ Kris mutters. ‘’Because I’m not as young as I was and I’m seriously this close-‘’ He tightens his grip on Baekhyun’s hips when the younger male cheekily palms him again.
That playful move earns Baekhyun a light tap against his ass, though the look in Kris’s eyes tells him that it won’t be light anymore if he continues.
Baekhyun snorts. ‘’You’re only 28, that’s nowhere near old.’’
And then Baekhyun gets on his knees, with his jeans tugged halfway down - showing off his creamy, flawless skin and damn, those thighs and Kris thunks his forehead against the wall when fingers tug his briefs down. From experience, Kris knows that by looking down at Baekhyun, it’ll be game over for him in a matter of minutes.
Kris slides his fingers through the soft strands of Baekhyun’s hair, and the other smiles affectionately up at him, leaning into his touch. He’s definitely not prepared when Baekhyun curls his fingers around Kris’s erection, giving it a few firm strokes and fuck, it should be impossible for his hands to be this smooth. And Kris makes the mistake of looking down - Baekhyun’s eyes half-lidded and his tongue peeking out, dark brown hair plastered to his forehead and his thighs straining as he keeps himself on his knees and-
And the fucking mobile phone rings.
But Baekhyun ignores it, shuffling closer on his knees until his lips are mere centimetres away from Kris’s erection and the older murmurs a ‘holy shit’, raising his head up because he’s so fucking hard that it’s hurting-
And he growls when their home phone rings. It rings for a few more seconds before it goes to their voicemail, Suho’s voice interrupting the atmosphere.
‘’Hi guys, just wanted to tell you that everything’s fine here and that you don’t have to worry about anything-‘’
‘’SUHO, CAN YOU PLEASE GET THE MILK BEFORE KYUNGSOO BITES MY FINGERS OFF.’’ Jongdae is shouting in the background, and Kris and Baekhyun can hear Kyungsoo’s gurgle of ‘milk,milk’!
Suho yells back a reply and then he’s back on the line, ‘’Tao, do you want to say something to your daddies?’’
There’s sounds of shuffling and Tao’s excited chatter and then, the boy practically yells happily into the phone,
‘’DADDY, YOU PROMISED TO BUY ME A HUUUUUUGE PANDA TOY IF I PUT EGGPLANTS INTO SEHUN HYUNG’S BAGPACK. SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR PROMISE AND BUY ME A PANDA NOW. BYE DADDY, I LOVE YOU.’’
There’s an awkward silence, and Suho clears his throat, ‘’Umm, right. Well. See you tomorrow.’’ And the line goes dead.
Kris palms his face because shit, he’s screwed.
Baekhyun’s eyes are narrowed, and Kris thinks that at this moment, it’s really not a good time to have his husband near his umm...privates.
Because it’s obvious that Baekhyun isn’t pleased at the fact that Kris had asked their ten-year old son to put soggy eggplants into their babysitter’s bag. Not after Kris had asked Kyungsoo to throw milk bottles at the babysitter before that.
The younger male gets on his feet, as gracefully as he can with his jeans still around his thighs and the glare that he shoots at Kris is enough to wilt his erection. Baekhyun stalks off,muttering incoherently under his breath.
Kris is amazed at how his sons are capable of cock-blocking him even when they’re not around. With a resigned sigh, Kris think that it's probably just him,his hand and a bathroom tonight to get the edge off.
He trips over the rubber duck on the way to the bathroom.
ending is mehh,I know.And I attempted to write a full smut scene,but it just came out all wrong and so yes...T_T i am rusty after months of not writing smut.
Author: sitiisinsane
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun (married!au)
Type: Oneshot (1362 words)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: In which Kris and Baekhyun just want sexy times to themselves,and how their sons are still able to cockblock them when they're away.
For noble_arodwen who tweeted me this photo of Baekhyun & my lovely readers who always leave me comments! :>
Kris plasters himself against Baekhyun’s back, stopping the younger male’s attempts at trying to slot the key into the lock. He presses his nose against the other’s neck, inhaling the scent of jasmine shampoo and the cologne he had spritzed on a few hours ago, and Baekhyun giggles. The younger male half-heartedly tries to jab him in the stomach, but Kris has a firm hold around his husband.
‘’I give up.’’ Baekhyun slurs, and he drops the key.
Kris thinks it might have been quite a bad idea to have let the younger male consume all that wine before and during dinner. It was just that both of them were in an extremely splendid mood - Kris had finally gotten that promotion (well, there was no doubt that he would get it), and Suho had offered to take care of Kyungsoo and Tao for the night, allowing the couple to have a night to themselves. He’d forgotten how peaceful it could be with the kids not around.
Chuckling, Kris picks the key up and smoothly slots the metal into the lock, and Baekhyun tumbles past the doorway as soon as the door opens. The male kicks his shoes off, and one of them hits Kris on his shin.
‘’Oops.’’ And Baekhyun trips over Kyungsoo’s rubber duck toy, and would have ended flat on his face if not for the firm grip that Kris has on his wrist.
‘’You’re such a lightweight.’’
‘’Am not!’’ The younger male retorts, and he allows Kris to pull him in closer.
Kris likes how Baekhyun’s frame is smaller than his (though he’ll never say it out loud), and secretly, he’s aware that his husband loves it as well - the way Baekhyun’s pupil dilate every single time the older male towers over him, how his breath hitches when Kris envelopes him a hug and the way his breathing quickens audibly when Kris displays his obvious strength and height. No, Baekhyun is not a weakling, but he just really likes the fact that his husband is much stronger than he is.
Kris cages Baekhyun against the wall, and he sees how the other trails his eyes down the length of Kris’s arms, a tongue darting out to moisten dry lips. Kris draws himself up to full height, a sly smile gracing his lips and Baekhyun digs his fingernails into his thighs.
Baekhyun’s thighs.
Baekhyun has glorious thighs. People really shouldn’t underestimate Baekhyun’s small frame. Kris thinks that Baekhyun’s thighs look the best when they’re wrapped around Kris’s hips, or when he’s straddling Kris’s hips or when he’s on his hands and knees and - right, now he was getting carried away. He reminisces back to a certain summer during their college days - when Baekhyun had met him in a pair of fitting ¾ jeans that showed off his thighs, and Kris had thought that ‘wow, it’s actually possible for someone to stump him this much’ and he must have looked like all kinds of dumb-
‘’Kris.’’ Baekhyun’s nuzzling against his neck snaps him out of his thoughts. ‘’Are we really just going to stay here all night? Because, we do have a pretty sturdy bed in our bedroom and tonight, there’s like 0% chances of us being cock-blocked by our own sons-‘’
Kris leans forward and firmly presses his lips against Baekhyun’s, effectively shutting his husband up. The younger male kisses back just as enthusiastically, fingers sliding until they were combing through the strands of hair at the nape of Kris’s neck. Baekhyun’s fingers are smooth against his skin, and he thinks that all those creams Baekhyun had wheedled him into purchasing did have their benefits afterall.
Baekhyun’s wearing those jeans - the one Kris had purchased for him because he was absolutely certain that they would look wonderful on the younger male, and he had been right. When Baekhyun had first tried it on, he had complained that the jeans were capable of destroying his sperm count and that he would faint before even stepping out of the door because they were so tight, but the moment Baekhyun had seen the expression on Kris’s face (and how the older male had lovingly manhandled him after that), Baekhyun deemed them ‘his most favourite pair of jeans ever’.
Kris slides his big palms against Baekhyun’s thighs, gripping the taut flesh and the wave of arousal that hits him has him nipping at the other’s bottom lip, fingers desperately trying to unbutton those jeans. Baekhyun really isn’t helping, because he already has his right hand inside Kris’s pants, fingers splayed against the grey briefs that the older male has on. The male curls his fingers and strokes, and he laughs breathlessly against his husband’s lips. The other unintentionally slams him against the wall, Baekhyun’s head thunking against the wall and Kris leans his forehead against Baekhyun’s.
‘’You need to slow down’’ Kris mutters. ‘’Because I’m not as young as I was and I’m seriously this close-‘’ He tightens his grip on Baekhyun’s hips when the younger male cheekily palms him again.
That playful move earns Baekhyun a light tap against his ass, though the look in Kris’s eyes tells him that it won’t be light anymore if he continues.
Baekhyun snorts. ‘’You’re only 28, that’s nowhere near old.’’
And then Baekhyun gets on his knees, with his jeans tugged halfway down - showing off his creamy, flawless skin and damn, those thighs and Kris thunks his forehead against the wall when fingers tug his briefs down. From experience, Kris knows that by looking down at Baekhyun, it’ll be game over for him in a matter of minutes.
Kris slides his fingers through the soft strands of Baekhyun’s hair, and the other smiles affectionately up at him, leaning into his touch. He’s definitely not prepared when Baekhyun curls his fingers around Kris’s erection, giving it a few firm strokes and fuck, it should be impossible for his hands to be this smooth. And Kris makes the mistake of looking down - Baekhyun’s eyes half-lidded and his tongue peeking out, dark brown hair plastered to his forehead and his thighs straining as he keeps himself on his knees and-
And the fucking mobile phone rings.
But Baekhyun ignores it, shuffling closer on his knees until his lips are mere centimetres away from Kris’s erection and the older murmurs a ‘holy shit’, raising his head up because he’s so fucking hard that it’s hurting-
And he growls when their home phone rings. It rings for a few more seconds before it goes to their voicemail, Suho’s voice interrupting the atmosphere.
‘’Hi guys, just wanted to tell you that everything’s fine here and that you don’t have to worry about anything-‘’
‘’SUHO, CAN YOU PLEASE GET THE MILK BEFORE KYUNGSOO BITES MY FINGERS OFF.’’ Jongdae is shouting in the background, and Kris and Baekhyun can hear Kyungsoo’s gurgle of ‘milk,milk’!
Suho yells back a reply and then he’s back on the line, ‘’Tao, do you want to say something to your daddies?’’
There’s sounds of shuffling and Tao’s excited chatter and then, the boy practically yells happily into the phone,
‘’DADDY, YOU PROMISED TO BUY ME A HUUUUUUGE PANDA TOY IF I PUT EGGPLANTS INTO SEHUN HYUNG’S BAGPACK. SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR PROMISE AND BUY ME A PANDA NOW. BYE DADDY, I LOVE YOU.’’
There’s an awkward silence, and Suho clears his throat, ‘’Umm, right. Well. See you tomorrow.’’ And the line goes dead.
Kris palms his face because shit, he’s screwed.
Baekhyun’s eyes are narrowed, and Kris thinks that at this moment, it’s really not a good time to have his husband near his umm...privates.
Because it’s obvious that Baekhyun isn’t pleased at the fact that Kris had asked their ten-year old son to put soggy eggplants into their babysitter’s bag. Not after Kris had asked Kyungsoo to throw milk bottles at the babysitter before that.
The younger male gets on his feet, as gracefully as he can with his jeans still around his thighs and the glare that he shoots at Kris is enough to wilt his erection. Baekhyun stalks off,muttering incoherently under his breath.
Kris is amazed at how his sons are capable of cock-blocking him even when they’re not around. With a resigned sigh, Kris think that it's probably just him,his hand and a bathroom tonight to get the edge off.
He trips over the rubber duck on the way to the bathroom.
ending is mehh,I know.And I attempted to write a full smut scene,but it just came out all wrong and so yes...T_T i am rusty after months of not writing smut.