Drip and Blend (2/2) ✿ for ANONYMOUS

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The two weeks that Jongdae had been gone for his trip were the two longest weeks Baekhyun had ever waited in his entire life.

Granted, they had been texting. A whole lot. And they talked on and on and on, about everything and anything, and they finally got to know each more, way beyond just coffee culture and polite propriety.

Jongdae was actually a music student, sent several covers to Baekhyun, who secretly looped every single one of them every day on his way to and from work, and even slipped one into the café’s playlist when Yixing wasn’t watching. Whenever the song came up in the café, every four hours or so, Baekhyun would sing along in warm whispers, with a cheeky grin on his face, while serving customers who looked at him suspiciously.

Jongdae was also not as geeky or stiff as Baekhyun had imagined in conversations other than coffee. In fact, Jongdae was a whiny and clever brat. That was one thing Baekhyun had not expected at all.

On the other hand, Baekhyun had grown more comfortable with sharing a few things with the other. Including the fact that he might have just come out of the closet, and he did not know anything at all about this kind of relationship.

“Can we hold hands in public?” was one of his main concerns, along with the obligatory questions of what was inserted into what, in bed. And then, “Who was going to be the receiver or the giver? Was it based on age? Or size? Or overall manliness?” to which he quickly added, “I’ve got them all anyways. Age, size, and manliness, you name it.”

Jongdae had pretty much “LOL”ed, “LMAO”ed, “ROFL”ed, and “ur so cute”ed at everything, but Baekhyun didn’t mind that he was being laughed at, mainly because each time he read these abbreviations on the conversation chat room, Jongdae’s warm characteristic laugh would echo in his mind. He loved Jongdae’s laughter. He wished the guy would come back sooner, so he could hear him laugh, live and real-time.

“I’m really happy for you,” Luhan was telling him one day when Baekhyun was making a cup of Columbian for him. He had been practicing hand-drip as of late, and since Luhan usually added a lot of sugar and milk into the coffee, he didn’t need to worry too much about getting the taste accurate or perfect. Because it would all be covered up by milk and sugar anyways.

“Of course you are. You have one less competition,” Baekhyun replied, but he was rather gleeful anyways, that people were happy for him.

“No! You don’t say! Actually, have you noticed that rainbow-haired boy who’s been chatting with Minseok a lot lately? I think he’s new competition. Do you know him?”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. Of course he would know. It wasn’t an every day thing to see a rainbow-haired boy. Baekhyun had thought that Minseok and Luhan had been flashy enough, but this one was over the top. And he was quite tall too. Very spottable.

“Yeah. Oh Sehun. Interesting client. He came in the first time asking if there were bubble tea in this coffee shop,” Baekhyun commented. Luhan rolled his eyes. “I think Minseok likes him though. He talks about him a lot.”

“Right,” groaned Luhan.

And then the door’s wind chime tinkled and Baekhyun glanced up.

“Hey! Is Baekhyun-ah around toda-”

Baekhyun smirked while Luhan snorted.

“Yeah, he sure is,” Luhan said. “In fact, he didn’t take any day offs for two full weeks just so he could take them off when you came back.”

Baekhyun frowned. “I did not!”

Jongdae laughed, and the laughter made Baekhyun grin widely. Luhan pretty much just grabbed his coffee and shook his head while he walked to Kyungsoo in hopes of striking up conversations that weren’t filled with cheesy lovey-dovey stuff.

“I’ll have a latte please,” Jongdae ordered.

“You sure? I’ve been practicing hand-drip stuff and all. I can do Columbians well. Or B.B.s. Or whatever,” Baekhyun proffered.

Jongdae smiled. “I honestly miss your sweet lattes though. Maybe you could hand-drip coffee for me later? Wanna stop by my house again tonight? What time do you get of-”

“I’m getting off soon, actually. Minseok will be taking my shift with a new worker, in about half an hour.”

“Nice. We’d even have time to go for a movie or something before we head back my place.”

“A proper date, you mean to say?”

“I guess.”

“Who’s paying?”

Jongdae grinned. “Well, hyung.”

Baekhyun gasped playfully. “You don’t mean-!”

Jongdae gave Baekhyun a quick peck on the cheek as an apology. And Baekhyun really wanted to say “apology NOT accepted” but something better came up.

“Actually, Jongdae, I still have that rain cheque from your milk frothing disaster, remember?” chirped Baekhyun as he brought a menu up, blocked the side where the customers could see, and cozily kissed Jongdae before he could complain.

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TAIL PIECE

“You taste of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe.”

“Why are you so good at this!”

“That makes four to two, for me. Better work your taste buds, Baekhyun.”

“This doesn’t make any sense; I am the bloody barista here with a barista job-”

They were playing a common coffee culture game-though with a twist- at Baekhyun’s place.

Several cups of both water and coffee-ranging from full to half-full to empty-were sprawled around non-uniformly across Baekhyun’s low living room table.

The game rules were simple.

Baekhyun and Jongdae had both hand-dripped five small cups of coffee each, labeled them with boring alphabets, and had to guess each other’s coffees to see who could recognize the most.

At least, that was how the test was usually done amongst coffee enthusiasts.

But Baekhyun had drunk from his own cup by accident, leaving little to no choice (though this was debatable) for Jongdae to plunge in and kiss and lick the inside of Baekhyun’s mouth to get a chance at guessing.

It really was the most spontaneous idea.

It added to the level of difficulty too because the coffee’s aftertaste was also mixed with the other’s … individual flavor.

Not to mention, Baekhyun couldn’t really get pass Jongdae’s own flavor to focus on what in the world the other had drunk. He was playing the game with an early handicap.

Mandheling, Guatemala, Yirgacheffe, Kenya, or Hawaii Kona.

They were typically easy distinctions, but Baekhyun could not get over how heavenly each one tasted when mixed with a bit of Jongdae.

Baekhyun moaned blithely as the younger bit his lower lip. Jongdae brought his hand up to Baekhyun’s cheek gently as he tasted Baekhyun slowly, light swipes and tender kisses and delicate nibbles.

When Jongdae withdrew slightly, licking his own lips, Baekhyun pouted and waited as the other chuckled and said, “You cheated. This is Guatemala again. You didn’t do Hawaii Kona.”

“I thought you would have fallen for the trap,” Baekhyun huffed.

Jongdae smirked proudly before plunging in to kiss Baekhyun again, a hand at Baekhyun’s hip, bringing him closer, as if the latter were his prize for winning.

Baekhyun swung his arms around Jongdae’s neck and let himself hang from there lazily. His weight dragged them both down to the sofa’s cushion, with Jongdae on top.

Jongdae then started to trail down with kisses that gradually grew rougher when he reached Baekhyun’s neck, sucking a bit at a protruding vein that appeared as Baekhyun turned his head away for Jongdae to have better access.

“Jongdae,” Baekhyun rasped, his eyes closed.

Jongdae brought his hand up from Baekhyun’s hip to the small of his back, then swirled back front and lifted Baekhyun’s shirt a bit. He dragged his fingers across the skin, and caressed the elder’s every inch.

Baekhyun started to laugh and Jongdae smirked against his neck.

“T-that tickles,” Baekhyun mumbled.

Jongdae kissed Baekhyun’s jaw in response. He then motioned, playing with Baekhyun’s top, to have it taken off. Baekhyun bit his lip as Jongdae gave a bit of room for the former to take off his shirt. The barista took it off as slowly as he could as he realized that Jongdae pouted in impatience, which was secretly one of his favorite Jongdae expressions.

“Baekhyun, come on,” Jongdae whined. He tried helping Baekhyun but the latter pushed him back.

“It’s hyung for you, Jongdae.”

“Technically it’s not.”

“I don’t care.”

Jongdae moped, muttered something about “four month difference”, which Baekhyun thought was cute, and then began kissing Baekhyun’s collarbone as soon as the shirt was off.

“God, you taste of latte all over.”

“Makes no sense,” pondered Baekhyun, “I haven’t drunk lattes in forever.”

Jongdae hummed against Baekhyun’s skin in response, which made him tremble lightly.

Then Jongdae’s hands went further down and started working on Baekhyun’s pants, unzipping him grudgingly slow, tugging at the waistband once or twice, a hand ghosting over the growing bulge, before falling down to repose-to Baekhyun’s dismay-on his thigh.

“Jongdae, please,” Baekhyun heard himself pleading.

Jongdae waited a few more seconds vindictively just to get back at Baekhyun’s painstakingly slow half-strip, even if he himself wasn’t exactly comfortable within his trousers.

Baekhyun whined and was about to reach to his own needs, but Jongdae saw to that and swept Baekhyun’s hands away, before pinning them above the other’s head. Baekhyun instinctively arched his back, eyes glazed, making Jongdae’s mouth go dry.

“Jongdae…” Baekhyun crooned. And that made Jongdae harder than he’s ever been. He dived in to kiss Baekhyun again, while his hands hastily took off Baekhyun’s pants, briefs, and before long he had already got a few strokes up and down Baekhyun’s cock.

Baekhyun grabbed at Jongdae’s shoulders to steady himself, to find some sort of support and center while his mind went through waves and waves of oceanic pleasure.

It had been a month since they had officially started dating, and they had been giving each other handjobs and blowjobs plenty of times by that point-nothing beyond those yet though-so this was nothing entirely new. But the heavy scent of coffee in Baekhyun’s small cramped living room and the bittersweet coffee in his mouth and mind, blood, and body had heightened his adrenaline, and it just felt like a whole other experience.

Baekhyun then conjured up that very first time he heard Jongdae’s voice, asking him a recommendation, asking for a blend, asking for something mild but not too sour nor too full-bodied. It had implied so many other things too, Baekhyun thought. It meant he didn’t want anything too bitter, he didn’t want anything too sweet. He didn’t want milk to cover up the little body it had, and he didn’t want sugar to destroy the shy amount of sweetness it had, deep down, layered in all its other flavors.

Jongdae kissed the inside of Baekhyun’s thigh, and then gently kissed the underside of his dick, near the base, dragging a bit, giving a sloppy lick occasionally, hand still working the length, sometimes teasing with the slit at its head just to taste more of Baekhyun’s penurious moans.

Baekhyun remembered the way Jongdae had been confused over a spilled coffee, and how he had felt dejected while picking up the take-out cup, and how he was indecisive about the free drink.

He remembered that it was the first time he had even touched him, albeit not intimately: dragging him to a seat, hands tugging at a sleeve, then pushing him down by the shoulders. Little did he know back then. Little did he know that he would be holding these same shoulders, fingers digging lovingly as the other worked magic.

Jongdae kissed the head of his cock once, and Baekhyun thought he was going to go crazy with how Jongdae was so fond of kisses, but then the younger retreated, and Baekhyun could only whimper.

Jongdae then kissed the slit one last long time before taking the whole length in. Jongdae hollowed his cheeks, and Baekhyun could not help but brush a finger against one of them.

Jongdae then slowly started to move back up, letting go of Baekhyun with a smack of the lips, and then plunging right back in. Baekhyun moved his hands into Jongdae’s chestnut-colored hair as he resisted the urge of crying out the other’s name; he had cried it out too many times already.

Baekhyun was panting really hard, and he knew he was going to reach that peak soon.

But he was eager. He was eager for Jongdae’s turn to be over, so he could return the favor.

He started bucking his hips up, shoving into Jongdae’s mouth a tad deeper, biting down on his lip, face scowling for more and more and more, head sinking back on the cushion.

And when he felt he was about to come, he let go of Jongdae’s hair and his hands fell to his sides, leaving all the last choices to Jongdae.

Jongdae sucked more roughly and then Baekhyun’s mind went blank and cacophonic and blank and cacophonic again and then he thought of the first time they had kissed, how impromptu it was, how sudden, how unplanned, how desperate it was.

He spilled inside Jongdae’s mouth; the younger had decided to swallow every single drop.

Baekhyun took several deep breaths as he rolled to a side, trying to regain some energy. A first, a second, a third, but he could feel that Jongdae couldn’t possibly wait an eternity.

He then mustered all he could and pushed Jongdae back, hands clumsily at the other’s fly, fingers teasingly dancing across the painful-looking bulge as he tried his best to get the trousers off.

“I’m sure you’re the one who tastes like latte,” Baekhyun mused, “Peculiarly sweet latte. Haven’t you had lots of those, as of late? My lattes.”

Jongdae chuckled, but his chuckle turned into a whine when Baekhyun had freed his dick and kissed it gently.

“You like kisses a lot, eh?” Baekhyun glanced up. He kissed the length’s spine slowly, then kissed some of the precum off, licking his lips, and then started a new trail of brief kisses that only made Jongdae whine and whine and whine.

“I actually hate it,” Baekhyun said, between kisses, “when you kiss me here,” and he kissed Jongdae’s inner thigh, “when I want you sucking me here,” and he sucked briefly at the head of Jongdae’s cock. “And I hate it when you just keep kissing when I really want you to be rough and sloppy-”

Jongdae flung his head backwards and groaned.

“Fuck, B-Baek, just stop talking-” his voice hitched, “-ugh, oh just, Baekhyun-”

“It’s hyung for you!”

“Fucking Baekhyun-h-hyung.”

Baekhyun licked up the underside slowly, and when he had reached the top he took the cock into his mouth and sucked hard. He pumped the lower part of it with his hand while he played with humming in his mouth-Jongdae had taught him that it was a sublime sensation- trying to follow a tune, perhaps to “Baby, don’t cry” but losing it every time he heard Jongdae’s broken cries.

And then without much warning, Jongdae came.

Baekhyun tried swallowing everything but it had come so unexpectedly that he had choked a bit, and some of it leaked out of the corners of his mouth. He tried catching some before it fell on the couch or floor, and then wiped the rest with a tissue from the table.

While Jongdae’s breath slowly stabilized, Baekhyun took a few gulps of leftover water from their so-to-say innocent game, came back up and rested his head on Jongdae’s chest, nuzzled and settled down before singsonging, “Yeah, you really taste like my sweet lattes.”

Jongdae heaved a sigh as he nudged his head closer to Baekhyun’s, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to drink your lattes with a clear conscience anymore.”

Baekhyun smirked. “I don’t ever think I’ll ever be able to drink anything coffee-related with a clear conscience anymore. You ruined it for me. Wasn’t this all supposed to be an innocent game?”

A light pause.

“By the way, what did I taste like?”

Jongdae laughed a bit nervously. “Something sweet. I can’t decide. But I kept remembering that very first latte you made for me. Especially the palmier cookie art. It was cute…”

Baekhyun turned his face away, a bit mortified, a bit flattered.

“That’s beside the point.”

Jongdae chuckled and Baekhyun felt dizzily happy hearing the laughter. He cuddled closer, and Jongdae swung an arm over him, and then Jongdae gently kissed Baekhyun for the nth time.

“We’re so not going to fall asleep tonight,” Baekhyun muttered against the other’s lips.

“Is that a problem?” was the hazy reply.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Most likely not,” Baekhyun whispered in staccato before kissing Jongdae again.

Baekhyun shifted himself down to the nook of Jongdae’s neck, and settled there.

He then listened to Jongdae’s heartbeat and felt Jongdae’s breathing more than he heard his own breaths.

Baekhyun liked it this way.

They probably had an overdose of black coffee, and they probably would earn themselves a white night, but he liked it this way.

He definitely liked it this way.

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Additional Author's Notes: I hope this was …passable… Hope I did not stray too far from the prompt;; Thank you all for reading c: