Sex 101 [2/2]

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Two

Baekhyun really doesn’t want to talk to Jongdae.

He’d been successfully dodging Jongdae for the past week, ignoring his constant calls and faux-innocent messages of “how are you and kris hyung doing?” because Baekhyun knew exactly what it was that he wanted to talk about.

But he just can’t avoid Jongdae forever (and, consequently, any kind of conversation that will definitely follow). Baekhyun realizes this with a frown as soon as he calls for a break during their recording session today and finds Jongdae already turned to him with a rather judging look on his face. Baekhyun tries not to squirm too much from that stare.

“You weren’t answering my calls or messages,” Jongdae starts, matter-of-factly. “Either you were too busy getting fucked up in the ass to even reach your phone or you’re really just avoiding me. So, which one is it?”

Baekhyun doesn’t answer. Jongdae, much to Baekhyun’s dismay, only takes this as a sign to continue talking. “I’d like to think we’re good friends so I’m going to forget that the latter choice even exists and just go for the former.”

Baekhyun can literally feel the dread creeping up his spine. He really doesn’t want to have this kind of conversation again with Jongdae. That one time was already enough to scar him for life.

Baekhyun decides to look up from the sheet of lyrics he’s currently working on to level Jongdae with a brief glance. “Don’t you have any other things to occupy your time, Jongdae?”

“I don’t, obviously. But it’s pretty clear that Kris hyung has been occupying yours because you would’ve finished that thing already if you had any more free time at home.”

“Well, I’ve been busy trying-”

“-all those tips I’ve told you?” Jongdae excitedly finishes for him. “So, you’ve really been busy getting it on with Kris hyung, huh. Which ones of them worked? Did you guys get to try role playing?”

“...I was about to say I was busy trying out different arrangements for this song, Jongdae.”

Jongdae deflates at that. He quickly recovers, though, and proceeds to narrows his eyes at Baekhyun. “You’re not answering my question. Does this mean Kris hyung hasn’t fucked you into the mattress yet? Did you at least follow my advice?”

Baekhyun sputters. He’s trying so hard to stop the blush from rising on his cheeks because, well, that was exactly what Kris did to him last night. But Jongdae doesn’t need to know that.

Jongdae also doesn’t need to know that Baekhyun’s plan has been going pretty well after that bathroom stunt he pulled a few days ago. It went so well, in fact, that Kris had been asking him to join him in the showers after that and Baekhyun would’ve laughed at how ridiculously obvious Kris was if he didn’t find himself so eagerly stripping himself of his clothes to do just that.

“Ha!” Jongdae suddenly crows victoriously, pulling Baekhyun away from his thoughts. There’s a finger poking at his cheeks and Baekhyun groans. He probably looks like a fucking tomato right now. Stupid body reactions.

“I take it that Kris hyung did more than that?” Jongdae continues to ask. There’s a smile on his face, curious but teasing, and Baekhyun has known Jongdae long enough to know that feeding his curiosity isn’t always a good thing.

Jongdae just goes on with his prodding like it’s absolutely normal, ignoring the fact that Baekhyun’s probably feeling embarrassed as hell right now, enough so that even the idea of the ground swallowing him whole sounds like a better idea at this very moment. Baekhyun’s also kind of glad that they’re the only people left in the recording studio now, or else he would have had to resort to More Extreme Measures to shut Jongdae up.

“I’m not discussing my sex life with you again, Jongdae.”

“Why not?” It comes out more like a whine than an actual question. “I’m your best friend, aren’t I? And best friends tell each other everything.”

Jongdae’s pouting now and Baekhyun doesn’t really have the heart to tell him that Chanyeol had already taken the best friend position back when they were still known as EXO. Just as Jongdae opens his mouth (to whine at him so more, no doubt), the door to their recording studio opens and-

“Daddy!” A familiar squeal calls him. Baekhyun smiles even before he sees Yunhee being carried by Sehun - an automatic reaction whenever her daughter is concerned. Jongin is just a few steps behind Sehun and he gives a little wave as soon as he sees Baekhyun.

Baekhyun laughs at how adorable her little princess is before taking her from Sehun. Yunhee easily loops her arms around her daddy’s neck and kisses his cheek. “Hey, baby. Did you have fun today?”

Yunhee enthusiastically nods. Before Baekhyun can even ask her what she did the entire afternoon, Jongin blurts out, “that little one’s definitely a dancer. Kept on moving around when we had the music on for dance training today.”

Baekhyun coos at her. At least someone’s fortunate enough to possess a knack for dancing in his family. He turns his attention back to Jongin and Sehun. “How did that go, by the way? Were there any new trainees that caught your attention?”

Sehun shrugs. “There were a few guys we have our eyes on, but we still have to see in the next practices. Training just started, so they can’t afford to slack off now.”

“Spoken like a true dance teacher now, huh, maknae?” Baekhyun teases. It only seems like yesterday when they’re all still a part of EXO so it just feels a bit surreal to call Sehun one of SM’s brilliant dance choreographers now, along with Jongin and Yixing.

Sehun scowls at him, but there’s no mistaking the hint of pink slowly blooming in his cheeks. Baekhyun laughs; it’s always fun to tease Sehun and Baekhyun’s glad that never really changed, even after all these years.

In his arms, Baekhyun feels Yunhee struggling to get down. As soon as Baekhyun gets her on her feet, steadying her and fixing her dress before finally letting her go, Yunhee quickly toddles towards Sehun, her shoes making those little squeaky noises with each step. Baekhyun can’t even get himself to act like he’s surprised; Yunhee’s taken a special liking to Sehun ever since he can remember, always making it a point to cuddle up to him whenever he’s around.

Sehun just ruffles her hair and picks her up, bringing her closer to drop a smooch on her cheek. Yunhee giggles, clutching Sehun a little tighter. On the side, Jongin looks at them with obvious fondness in his eyes and Baekhyun has to bite his lip to stop himself from teasing him. This might be something that Jongin would like to tell Sehun someday.

“Yunhee likes you a lot,” Jongdae comments offhandedly. “I think you’ll make a great dad someday, too, Sehun.” Baekhyun doesn’t miss the meaningful glance Jongdae throws at Jongin right after that, and the look of understanding painted all over Jongin’s face at whatever Jongdae is hinting at.

Sehun, oblivious to this exchange, just throws a smile in Jongdae’s direction, his eyes curving into little, pretty crescents. “I hope so, hyung.”

“I’m sure you will. And you’d probably manage your sex life better, too. Not unlike your Baekhyun hyung over here.”

At that last remark, Sehun and Jongin both raise their eyebrows questioningly at him and, right now, Baekhyun just really, really wants to punch Jongdae’s mouth and probably detach it from his face if he can.

“Already having problems getting it up for your husband, hyung?” Sehun asks, a mocking smile trying to plaster itself on his face. Baekhyun thinks he’s looking much too amused for someone who’s supposed to sound concerned.

“Of course not!” Baekhyun huffs, indignant. “Kris and I have a perfectly healthy sex drive and we’re doing just fine in the bedroom, thank you very much.”

“Just fine?” Jongin repeats, with an incredulous eyebrow raised at him. It’s a moment too late before Baekhyun registers his mistake and before he can rectify his earlier response, Jongin is already opening his mouth again. “Maybe you should try dressing up prettily for Kris hyung to change that. Like Sehun does for me all the time.”

Baekhyun can tell that Jongin only meant for that last part to come out as a mumble, but they still heard every single word loud and clear, nonetheless. Between Sehun’s angry hiss of “Jongin!!!” and Jongdae’s obnoxious cackling bouncing within the four walls of the recording studio, Baekhyun can almost hear himself moaning in despair because, oh god, he doesn’t really need to know that kind of information. Like, whoever gives a fuck about what’s happening behind Sehun and Jongin’s closed doors, even?

Certainly not Byun Baekhyun.

“That’s it, I’m disowning all three of you!” Baekhyun wails. “And Jongdae, I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t stop laughing.”

No one listens. Baekhyun thinks mass murder doesn’t really sound like a very far off possibility right at this very moment.

÷

“So, do I get to see my surprise now?” Kris whispers into his ear before dropping a lingering, open-mouthed kiss on his exposed shoulder.

It was already pretty late into the evening and they’re in bed, Baekhyun situated between Kris’s long legs, back resting against his chest as they both settled in to watch a movie. They’ve successfully gotten Yunhee to sleep in her own bed just an hour ago so they have the rest of the (hopefully undisturbed) night to themselves.

Baekhyun slightly turns around in Kris’s embrace to kiss him on the cheek. “So impatient,” he teases. He’s trying not to let his nervousness show, but the hammering of his heart inside his chest is making it pretty hard for him to maintain the charming smile on his face.

Kris pouts exaggeratedly at him. “How long do I have to wait?”

“Not very long, you big baby,” Baekhyun tells him, laughing, before dropping a quick kiss on his mouth. “Give me a sec.”

Baekhyun gets up and out of bed, walking sluggishly to the bathroom with his hips swaying to and fro. He knows Kris is staring at him, loves the little show that Baekhyun’s putting on for him even as he walks, and just the thought spurs him on to actually go through his plan.

After ten minutes of going back and forth with his decision (at one point, the anxiety had managed to get to him pretty badly that he almost considered backing out), Baekhyun finally gets the courage to open the door and step out of the bathroom to give Kris his surprise.

Baekhyun doesn’t really know what to expect. He was hoping for a positive reaction of course, but this - feeling the desire practically radiating off of Kris’s pores and hearing a low groan rumbling from his throat. This is more than what he can probably take. Baekhyun has to physically stop himself from jumping Kris as soon as he sees that intense stare directed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” Baekhyun warns, feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden. “I probably don’t look as good as I did back when we were still dating, but I thought it would be a nice surprise if I can dress up prettily for you. So I did, and this isn’t very easy for me, okay, so you better appreciate my effort.”

Dressing up in lingerie had seemed like a perfect idea in his head at one point in time but, now, as he stands before Kris, practically naked with only the blood red panties on, he feels like turning back around and locking himself in the bathroom for the next 500 years to come.

But before Baekhyun can even take a step, he sees Kris slowly move from his spot to sit on the edge of the bed, heated gaze still focused on him and him alone. Baekhyun thinks it’s actually one of the reasons why he’s still standing stock-still in his position. There’s something about the way Kris is looking at him that makes it virtually impossible for him to be in full control of his extremities and, quite honestly, Baekhyun probably would’ve felt terrified for his life if he wasn’t so used to it by now.

“Come here,” Kris suddenly says, his voice coming out low and throaty. As if pulled by an invisible string, Baekhyun finds himself moving forward, one, two, three more steps until he’s finally standing in front of Kris.

There are fingers now gently gripping his hips, tugging him closer so he’s standing in between Kris’s spread legs. “Did you like your surprise?”

Kris hums and looks up at Baekhyun through his lashes. “I love it. I think I wouldn’t mind getting surprises like this all the time.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Baekhyun tells him, trying to sound firm and unaffected by that silly smile on Kris’s face. He looks so thrilled, like a child who’s just gotten his present before Christmas. It’s endearingly adorable. “This is strictly a one-time thing only.”

Baekhyun expects a pout or a frown thrown in his direction; even expects Kris to come up with some sort of lame reply that would definitely make his eyes roll at first before he eventually gives in. The actual reaction he receives, though, has him clutching Kris even tighter, body involuntarily shivering from anticipation.

“Oh? You should let me enjoy it to my heart’s content, then,” Kris finally says. His fingers ghost over the lace, making Baekhyun’s breath hitch. With a hand curled at the back of his neck, Kris brings Baekhyun’s head down for a kiss, crashing their lips together frantically.

They manage to rearrange themselves once they’re both back on the bed, Kris (who almost tore his clothes off his body in his haste to get naked) now hovering over Baekhyun, strong arms caging him in. Baekhyun’s already hard in his panties, his cock protruding obscenely through the lace, and he’s shameless enough to let Kris know about his current situation by lifting his hips and rubbing up against him. Kris just retaliates by grinding his hips down against Baekhyun’s, making both of them groan.

“Turn around for me?” Kris mumbles, breath fanning across Baekhyun’s lips. Baekhyun quickly obliges, turning around and folding his arms in front of him so he can let his cheek rest on them.

“Like what you see?” Baekhyun asks, making sure to wiggle his ass playfully. He knows his ass looks good in these panties and judging by the harsh whisper of “fuck!” that reaches his ears and the hand gently stroking over his lace-covered ass, Kris definitely agrees with him.

“Baby, you look so gorgeous,” Kris reverently says, mouth close to Baekhyun’s ear once again as he hovers over him. Kris never fails to compliment Baekhyun with every chance he gets and while it’s quickly becoming an everyday thing now, it never fails to make Baekhyun blush despite himself.

Before Baekhyun can even call him out for being so cheesy at a time like this, he feels Kris’s hard cock rub against his crack and gasps, breath quickly catching in his throat. The feeling of Kris’s pre-come easily leaking through the flimsy material of his underwear makes Baekhyun tremble with want and, without a second thought, he roughly pushes back on Kris’s cock to get more contact.

“Want to fuck you so badly right now,” Kris moans. His movements are unrelenting and Kris swears he’s going to combust right there and then if this continues.

“Please,” Baekhyun whimpers, the need in his voice clear and almost palpable. “Fuck me, please, just. Do something. Anything.”

“Can I fuck you with your panties on?” Kris asks. Just the thought makes Baekhyun even harder (if that’s even humanly possible right now) and he quickly nods in response, not trusting his voice to come out stable when he’s already feeling anything but that.

Baekhyun blearily hears the familiar snap of a bottle lid before he feels Kris pushing his panties to the side, just enough so he can drag a lube-slicked finger against his entrance. He leisurely pushes in, setting a steady rhythm of sliding in and out, before another finger joins in with his probing.

It isn’t long before Baekhyun is already pushing back onto those fingers, shamelessly moaning for Kris to “hurry the fuck up, oh god, I need you now.” Kris huffs out a laugh at his obvious desperation and Baekhyun’s just so horny beyond belief right now that he can’t give a damn if Kris finds his needy state laughable.

“So impatient,” Kris teases, throwing Baekhyun’s words back at him. Before Baekhyun can even crane his neck to throw a glare at his direction, Kris pushes his cock in, slowly but steadily, knowing that Baekhyun would just fuck himself back if he finds Kris’s pace much too slow for his liking. When he’s finally all the way in, Kris stills, taking a brief moment to adjust to the feeling of Baekhyun’s tight heat engulfing his cock.

The lack of movement has Baekhyun wiggling his ass, though, and Kris has to dig his fingers into warm flesh to keep him from moving too much. “Kris,” Baekhyun whines, “you need to move or I swear to God-”

Kris suddenly pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, the force making Baekhyun scoot forward in bed, his complaints stuck in his throat. Baekhyun can feel his insides burn with each slick slide of Kris’s cock, heat bursting and spreading like molten lava until his body is on fire from head to toe.

Kris suddenly shifts, the new angle directly hitting his prostate and causing Baekhyun to choke down a sob. He continues relentlessly thrusting into that tight heat and only eases his pace a bit to palm Baekhyun through his panties, feeling the front already soaked with his pre-come.

“Do you want to come through your panties, baby?” Kris asks, voice almost drowned from the obscene noises of skin slapping against skin.

“Yes,” Baekhyun replies. There’s the wonderful sensation of Kris’s hand rubbing him through his panties and Kris’s cock ramming his ass from behind and Baekhyun’s not quite sure what to do. Eventually, Kris takes pity on him and slides his hand inside his underwear, tugging his cock once, twice, before Baekhyun finally feels like the world just stopped moving, his vision turning white and his breath whooshing out of his lungs. Kris doesn’t even slow down, only continues to drive himself inside Baekhyun, fucking him through his orgasm. The way Baekhyun clenches and spasms deliciously around him finally does it for Kris, pushing him to the brink as he comes with a soft grunt.

Kris heaves one last sigh, calming down, before he gingerly pulls out. He takes his time to clean both of them up even while Baekhyun is still slumped on the bed, his face buried in the pillow when his arms gave out under him earlier. The sight of Baekhyun’s ruined panties has Kris smiling a little pleasantly to himself and he feels a tad bit regretful of his decision to fuck Baekhyun while wearing them.

Kris settles beside Baekhyun, shifting him so he’s on his side, facing him, rather on his back. He tugs him even closer until Baekhyun is resting his head on the crook of his shoulder, before pulling the blanket over the both of them.

He hasn’t exactly thanked Baekhyun yet for the little surprise he gave him, but Kris decides he can just properly do it in the morning when he wakes up.

÷

“-extra clothes for Yunhee. I also packed some snacks for her if she ever gets hungry and you need to make sure she drinks from her water bottle every once in a while. If she cries, you can try and pacify her with her favorite teddy bear-”

Kris continues to ramble on to Sehun and Jongin, and Baekhyun can only watch in amusement as the two obviously try their very hardest to keep a straight face on throughout the whole thing. While Kris’s lengthy reminders are, indeed, quite entertaining, Baekhyun can’t help but inwardly coo at his husband as well. He may be the more protective parent between the two of them, but he knows Kris worries just as much when it comes to Yunhee and Baekhyun feels so lucky to have married a man like him.

“Just. Call me if something happens,” Kris finally finishes. Baekhyun can see the subtle tightening of Kris’s hold on Yunhee, as though handing her over to Sehun and Jongin may just be one of the hardest decisions he will ever do in his entire life.

“Will do,” Jongin sagely answers. “But you really shouldn’t worry too much, hyung. Everything’s going to be fine. We’re just going to tour Yunhee around the zoo today.”

“And Yunhee loves me, hyung,” Sehun adds. As if on cue, Yunhee reaches her tiny arms out towards Sehun, as though beckoning Sehun to hold her. Sehun throws a reassuring smile in Kris’s direction. “I won’t ever let anything happen to her.”

And maybe that’s the only words Kris really needed to hear because, the next thing Baekhyun knows, Kris is ready to hand Yunhee over to Sehun, kissing her goodbye and telling her to be a good girl. Baekhyun had been planning to bring Yunhee to the zoo as a sort of a family thing, but he supposes this isn’t half bad either.

After Sehun had sounded so earnest when he asked for Baekhyun’s permission just a few days ago, coupled by Yunhee’s incessantly cute pleas to say yes (because, apparently, she really wanted to go with Sehun-oppa and Jongin-oppa), Baekhyun just didn’t think there was any way he could ever refuse.

There’s that fond look on Jongin’s face again when he finds Sehun holding a giggling Yunhee in his arms and Baekhyun can’t help but wonder if the two have ever sat down and talked about getting a kid of their own.

When the door finally closes and both he and Kris are just left standing by the doorway, Baekhyun slips his hand into Kris’s, tugging him a little bit to get his attention. “Stop worrying. I’m sure they’ll keep Yunhee safe and bring her back home in one piece. Besides, those two know better than to bring harm to our daughter.”

Kris heaves a sigh and squeezes Baekhyun’s hand. “That’s true, I guess.” He turns to Baekhyun and smiles a little bashfully. “I think I’m becoming too much of a worrywart like my mom.”

Baekhyun moves closer to drop a kiss on the corner of his mouth and whispers, “Hmm, I find it cute, though.”

“But you’re cuter,” Kris fires back, that familiar dumb smile now pulling at the corners of his lips. Baekhyun rolls his eyes. Kris probably thinks he’s being smooth with that response but, really, he’s just being all kinds of lame again like usual.

“And you’re cheesy.” Baekhyun kisses him on the cheek once more before pulling away, yanking Kris with him as he moves towards the direction of their bedroom. “Come on, you’re too stressed over this, and I think I know a sure way to relax you a little.”

Kris doesn’t have any idea what Baekhyun is up to now but he unquestioningly follows nonetheless.

Turns out Baekhyun’s own idea of relaxing him a little is having his fingers up Kris’s ass while his mouth is busily sucking hickeys all over his thighs, frustratingly avoiding the one place where Kris wants that little mouth the most. Kris isn’t really sure what part of this physical torture is relaxing but he can’t really find it in himself to complain, not when he doesn’t even have the ability to speak sensibly, much less the mental capacity to properly form words.

Baekhyun has two of his fingers thrusting in and out of his ass and Kris can’t do anything else but cover his mouth with the back of his hand when Baekhyun starts to crook them, just enough to brush against his prostate. Baekhyun is still adamant on ignoring his leaking cock, now angry red and standing stupidly in arousal, but Kris has half a mind to thrust his hips into Baekhyun’s face, lest he wants to end up being disregarded the whole night for being so impatient.

“Feels good?” Baekhyun asks in between his legs. He’s just about done sucking bruises all over Kris’s pale thighs and Kris thinks it’s not really a figment of his imagination when he just detected that underlying satisfaction in Baekhyun’s voice.

They don’t do this very often - Kris usually gets to finger Baekhyun and not the other way around - but Kris has to admit that he loves it, loves the way he can practically feel his ass muscles squeezing around Baekhyun’s digits. Kris actually thinks he’s been unconsciously craving for this ever since Baekhyun held out his hand for him to shake that fateful day of their first meeting, those elegant fingers catching his attention more than they probably should.

Another delicious crook of those fingers inside him pulls Kris away from his thoughts. Kris is about to let out a breathy yes to answer his question when Baekhyun suddenly chooses this exact moment to pay a little bit of attention to his cock, grabbing it without any preamble and licking the underside teasingly. Kris just ends up nodding frantically instead, unable to speak now, words only getting lodged in his throat.

“But it will feel so much better if I replace my fingers with my cock, don’t you think?” It’s obviously a rhetoric question but Kris still responds with another nod nonetheless.

“Should I fuck you, then, baby? Fuck you so hard until you can’t think of anything else but my cock driving in and out of your ass?”

At this point, Kris hazily thinks it’s a goddamn miracle that he hasn’t come yet because Baekhyun dirty talking him into oblivion is already arousing the fuck out of him. But coupled with those fingers up in his ass and that lewd tongue on his cock? It’s a rather deadly combination.

So deadly that Kris might end up combusting pretty soon if Baekhyun continues to tease him like this.

Baekhyun is already pulling his fingers out of his ass before Kris can even open his mouth and risk throwing away whatever remains of his dignity. For a second, Kris feels so empty and too small for himself, already used to those fingers filling him up, but then Baekhyun nudges his legs to spread them even wider and Kris very nearly keens out of desperation when he suddenly feels the tip of Baekhyun’s cock teasing the cleft of his ass.

“I don’t think you even answered my question,” Baekhyun says. Thankfully, Kris is still lucid enough to even remember what the question is in the first place.

“Please, Baekhyun,” Kris begs, his voice coming out as a sob. Well, there goes the remaining of his dignity.

“Please what?” Baekhyun only asks. “You know I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is, right?”

Kris is thisclose to losing his shit because he really doesn’t have the patience to play twenty questions at a very inopportune time like this. Mustering just about all the righteous anger of someone pushed way beyond his limits, Kris practically growls, “Fuck me, Baekhyun. I need your cock right fucking now.”

And that seems to be the only thing Baekhyun needs to hear for him to finally, finally ease inside, his cock slipping in quite easily from the amount of lube and thorough preparation he’d done on Kris’s entrance earlier. Baekhyun should have expected how tight Kris is but, even as he did, he thinks nothing can still prepare him for the velvety heat that currently surrounds his dick now.

Baekhyun knows he’s not going to last long - it’s already an established fact that he’s never been good at holding off his orgasm, something that Kris likes to take advantage of every chance he gets - but he wants to make it as good for Kris as it is for him. Slowly, Baekhyun pulls out, looking for any signs of discomfort on Kris’s face, and then slams back home with startling strength as soon as he doesn’t find any.

Baekhyun sets a steady rhythm after that, making Kris see stars with each harsh thrust of his hips, the familiar stab of pleasure hitting him in every which way. He finds Kris’s sweet spot with the ease of a long-time lover and his cock grazes it time and time again as Baekhyun continues to drive himself into Kris.

“Fuck, baby,” Kris gasps. He’s finding it hard to form actual words now, too caught up in the heat that’s starting to pool in his belly.

Kris knows he’s close; he can tell by the way his balls begin to tighten and how his body’s shuddering violently now. Baekhyun seems to know this as well so he grips Kris’s cock firmly and jerks him, his touches now hard and desperate. With a rather sharp thrust, Kris comes hard at the same time Baekhyun does, his hips pistoning forth rapidly as he spills his load between them. It’s silent for a while, save for Baekhyun’s panting and the whine that bubbles from Kris’s mouth just as Baekhyun pulls out. Baekhyun collapses atop him, thoroughly spent but sated, and Kris only holds him close with a hand settled on his lower back.

“Well, this was a very effective way of relaxing me,” Kris says, laughing breathlessly. Baekhyun almost smiles at hearing the obvious joy in his voice.

But, as it is, he’s too tired to even command his facial muscles to move and is only able to mumble a weak “shut up” against Kris’s chest. There are fingers gently running through his hair and Baekhyun almost slips into unconsciousness if not for the rumble of Kris’s voice that suddenly crawls its way into his ears.

“Hey, Baek?” Baekhyun softly hums to let Kris know that he’s still awake and listening. “As much as this has been very nice and all, please tell me this isn’t included in those ideas Jongdae has been feeding you lately. Because it already feels so fucking weird just thinking about you two sharing sex tips and whatnot with each other and I don’t-”

Baekhyun doesn’t let Kris finish his rambling; he quickly lifts his head from where it’s comfortably lying on Kris’s chest, eyes wide in alarm and confusion. “How did you know?”

“Well-”

“Did Jongdae accidentally blurt it out again this time?”

Honestly, Baekhyun won’t really be surprised if he did. It already happened once, back when Baekhyun was still confiding to Jongdae about his enormous crush on Kris. For some reason, Jongdae just had to conveniently slip and run his little mouth during one of their conversations, letting Kris know about Baekhyun’s not-so-brotherly feelings towards him. And ever since then, Baekhyun never really doubted that it’ll happen again.

“It’s not Jongdae,” Kris answers. “Joonmyun came up to me a few weeks ago and personally asked me if we’re doing fine. Apparently, Jongdae mentioned in passing how you asked him for some bedroom tips and stuff-”

“I did not ask him for those! He forced me to listen to him even if I didn’t want to,” Baekhyun huffs. This is so ridiculous. Baekhyun swears he’s really going to fucking kill Jongdae this time.

Kris leans forward, just enough to chastely kiss Baekhyun on his nose - an intimate gesture that tells Baekhyun that Kris wants him to calm down. “Hey, it’s not so bad. We did get something very interesting out of it, didn’t we?”

Baekhyun blushes. He remembers all those times they’ve had sex, the places where Kris had fucked him hard and rough, sometimes even slow and playful, and silently agrees. Baekhyun really can’t argue when Kris puts it likes that.

“While I definitely appreciate you asking others for advice, maybe you can just come up to me instead and we can try my ideas next time?” Kris suddenly asks. There’s a smile painted on his face, one that definitely holds a lot of unspoken surprises, and Baekhyun can’t help the shudder of anticipation that runs through his body.

“Okay,” Baekhyun says after a moment. He tries not to let any hint of exhilaration reflect in his voice but it’s really kind of hard, considering how he’s just about thrumming with that very same emotion right now.

(But, thankfully, Baekhyun’s able to hold himself back from excitedly asking Kris when exactly that next time is. Good to know he still has full control over his little mouth.)

“But, right now, we should sleep,” Kris tells him. Baekhyun doesn’t even bother telling him that he’s already feeling too awake at this moment. “I’m sure we won’t get enough rest later once Sehun and Jongin bring Yunhee back home.”

They probably won’t, but Baekhyun doesn’t really mind. He’s already looking forward to spending some nice bonding time again with two of the most important people in his life.

A/N:
✿ the name Yunhee means “bright lotus flower” (or so that’s what the internet tells me)
✿ for my recipient: I really wish you like the fic! I honestly would have written you more smut scenes if I wasn’t so short on time, but I hope you enjoyed reading what I’ve written so far. :3
✿ huge thanks goes to B for beta-ing, I for the usual handholding, and A for allowing me to make her suffer through dm. ^^

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