permissive, submissive.
permissive, submissive.
exo. baekhyun/chanyeol/d.o. r.
relationships are all about give and take.
“Okay.”
“Oh…kay?”
Baekhyun nods and doesn’t look up from his music book, too busy annotating his trouble spots. “Yeah, you asked and I’m agreeing. What’s so difficult?”
Chanyeol joins him on the couch, crowding into his space and staring at the top of his head until Baekhyun finally lifts his eyes from his paper. He’s not surprised to see a slightly demented smile on Chanyeol’s face or the subsequent kiss he plants on his lips after grabbing his cheeks and nearly hauling him into his lap.
After Suho kicks them out of the front room for tainting the couch, Baekhyun decides to rain on Chanyeol’s parade.
“You know, just because I agreed, doesn’t mean he will. Right?”
Chanyeol whines into his pillow.
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Getting D.O to agree was easier than Baekhyun had been expecting. He’d been expecting confusion and awkwardness and, considering this was Chanyeol, fear. He’d not been expecting D.O to stare wide-eyed for five seconds before nodding his head in agreement and continuing what he’d been doing.
Chanyeol picks up on his surprise and frowns, hovering near his shoulder before dragging him away somewhere secluded.
“You thought he was going to say no, weren’t you?” he asks, staring down at him.
Baekhyun doesn’t even try to lie, Chanyeol would see through it anyway. “Yeah. I mean, why would he even agree to this? I only said yes because I was working with the assumption that he’d decline and we could move on, but now…” he trails off and Chanyeol takes it as an opportunity to cut in.
“You don’t want it, do you? You’re having second thoughts now, aren’t you? You think I’m depraved or weird or something, right?” His questions come quickly and his breathing speeds up, but Baekhyun’s known him long enough that all he has to do is punch him in the shoulder to get him to calm down.
“No, no I’m not. This is something you want and I, as an amazing boyfriend, am gonna see this through. Now shut up before I change my mind.”
Chanyeol grins and thanks him enthusiastically against the wall near the bathroom; stopping only when Suho makes a pained noise from behind them.
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It takes a week and a half before their schedules move around enough that Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and D.O are at the dorm while the other members, plus their manager, are away.
Baekhyun shares a look with Chanyeol over D.O’s head and the taller of the two stands, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder, steering him out the front room and towards the direction of their shared room. Baekhyun stares after them until the door closes with a resounding click.
He sits by himself for a few minutes, straining his ears to catch anything of what’s going on, but after hearing nothing more than his own racing heart, he gets up and stalks off towards the room, undoing the buttons of his shirt along the way.
When he pushes open the door, he stands in the doorframe and watches the scene playing out before him.
Chanyeol’s got D.O stretched up on his toes; one hand holding his wrist and the other curled against his jaw, thin fingers directing a heated kiss between the two. D.O’s hands are clenched in the material of his hoodie and his eyes are uncharacteristically closed, brow crinkled.
Baekhyun watches with heavy eyes until they pull away, red tints on their cheeks and breath coming out in hurried waves. He catches D.O’s eye and moves forward.
It’s easy to slip in between the two, Chanyeol’s hands falling away to hang by his sides and Baekhyun doesn’t waste any time in claiming D.O’s lips in a kiss of his own, noting the sharp intake of breath from behind him.
He’s dimly aware of Chanyeol from behind him and the rustle of him sitting down on the nearest bed. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinning at the dazed look on D.O’s face.
It doesn’t take much to coax D.O around so he’s facing Chanyeol, his back pressed against Baekhyun’s front. He relaxes slightly, any lingering anxiety he had falling away as Chanyeol’s toned down stare falls on him.
Baekhyun doesn’t pay them any mind and focuses on divesting D.O of his clothes. He pushes at his shirt until it’s up and over his head and on the floor before dragging his fingers down his stomach to the button of D.O’s jeans, easily undoing them.
“Is this what you were looking forward to? Chanyeol?” he questions before mouthing along the curve of D.O’s neck, taking pleasure in the moans that fall from his mouth.
Chanyeol’s staring, slack jawed, and Baekhyun watches his hand slide underneath the band of his track pants. D.O is squirming against him, but not making any effort to move away.
“Is this the sort of thing you had in mind when you invited him into our bed?” he asks again, not meeting Chanyeol’s eyes, but instead keeping his gaze fixed on the darkened spot he’d left on D.O’s neck as he palms the younger boy through his jeans.
“Kyungsoo…” Chanyeol’s deep voice is thick with arousal and Baekhyun doesn’t hesitate to grip D.O’s hips and push him towards the bed.
He stumbles but Chanyeol’s there to catch him, bringing him down onto his lap and pressing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, his hands sliding down to grab his ass.
D.O is incredibly responsive. He gives out little sighs and moans and whimpers at anything Chanyeol does; every kiss and bite and touch.
Baekhyun is hard just by listening.
Soon, Chanyeol is coaxing D.O off his lap and to the floor. D.O stares up at him with wide eyes before his gaze falls lower, to the bulge in Chanyeol’s pants and Baekhyun can pinpoint the exact moment when everything finally clicks in his head.
“Kyungsoo, can you…” Chanyeol pauses, biting down on his lip because D.O takes the initiative to grab out the waistband of his pants and tug at them, getting them far enough down Chanyeol’s hips to expose his underwear, which is tugged down as well.
Baekhyun can’t see from his position behind D.O, so he also drops to his knees, shuffling until he’s once again pressed against D.O’s back.
At the first press of his full lips against the tip of his erection, Chanyeol lets out a deep, guttural moan; his head falling back exposing the long column of his throat.
Baekhyun almost doesn’t know where to look. Between the blissed expression on Chanyeol’s face and his moans or the utter obscenity that is D.O’s mouth around his cock; his senses are in overdrive. Despite how long they’ve been sleeping together, Baekhyun’s never seen Chanyeol in this light and he can’t even bring himself to be jealous that it’s D.O and not him causing it.
He presses himself harder against D.O, the strain against his own pants becoming too much, and urges him higher on his knees so he can pull them down.
D.O complies, shifting up with the help of Chanyeol’s hand threaded through his hair, and gasps as much as he can when cool fingers press against him.
He can’t move with Baekhyun pressed closely against him and Chanyeol keeping him still with his hand, but he pushes his hips back, silently asking for more.
Baekhyun doesn’t disappoint.
He prepares D.O quickly, using a generous amount of lube and more fingers than he thinks are necessary because soon D.O is moaning earnestly around Chanyeol’s cock and all but fucking himself against Baekhyun’s fingers.
Chanyeol’s eyes meet his and he recognizes the glazed sheen and dazed expression. Baekhyun keeps their eyes locked as he tightens his grip on D.O’s hips and finally enters him, choking back a moan at the tightness.
“Fuck.”
Being with Chanyeol wasn’t like this. With the two of them, it was always a constant struggle; a power play for dominance and the victor getting bragging rights until their next showdown. With D.O, it was easier. He pressed back against Baekhyun as much as he could, pulling against the confining material of his jeans in order to get more. He even let Chanyeol’s cock slip from his mouth so he could cry out to his heart’s content.
Baekhyun could feel the familiar tingle building up in his lower belly, could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he thrust harder into D.O, the grip on his hips hard enough that bruises would surely be left.
Chanyeol had directed his mouth back onto his cock and was thrusting his hips upward into the wet heat, his hand having fallen from his hair to cup the side of his neck, his thumb pressed against D.O’s check; feeling the movement of his cock thrusting in and out of his mouth.
That’s all it takes before his coming, pulling D.O down onto his cock and leaning his head against his shoulder, mouthing along the hot skin as he finishes. HE can hear the telltale signs of Chanyeol coming, deep voice grunting out curses as he finishes in D.O’s mouth.
Baekhyun’s only just slipped his softening cock from the younger boy when Chanyeol’s pulling him up and onto the bed, sliding their mouths together in a wet kiss as he wraps long fingers around D.O’s length.
Baekhyun doesn’t have the energy to move and leans back on his elbows, watching with hooded eyes as Chanyeol brings D.O off with quick, efficient strokes. He can see his lips moving near D.O’s ears, but he’s speaking too low for him to make anything out. Whatever it is makes D.O whimper and clutch harder onto his shoulders as he thrusts into Chanyeol’s fist until he’s coming as well, spilling over his clenched fingers and his shirt.
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It’s later, when Baekhyun and Chanyeol are sprawled out on his bed and D.O is curled in Chanyeol’s, that Baekhyun voices his thoughts.
“Was it what you were expecting?”
Chanyeol doesn’t answer him for the longest time, long enough that Baekhyun suspects he’s fallen asleep, but rolls over so they’re eye to eye.
“No, it was better.” At Baekhyun’s prompting eyebrow, he continues, “Because you were there too.”
exo. baekhyun/chanyeol/d.o. r.
relationships are all about give and take.
“Okay.”
“Oh…kay?”
Baekhyun nods and doesn’t look up from his music book, too busy annotating his trouble spots. “Yeah, you asked and I’m agreeing. What’s so difficult?”
Chanyeol joins him on the couch, crowding into his space and staring at the top of his head until Baekhyun finally lifts his eyes from his paper. He’s not surprised to see a slightly demented smile on Chanyeol’s face or the subsequent kiss he plants on his lips after grabbing his cheeks and nearly hauling him into his lap.
After Suho kicks them out of the front room for tainting the couch, Baekhyun decides to rain on Chanyeol’s parade.
“You know, just because I agreed, doesn’t mean he will. Right?”
Chanyeol whines into his pillow.
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Getting D.O to agree was easier than Baekhyun had been expecting. He’d been expecting confusion and awkwardness and, considering this was Chanyeol, fear. He’d not been expecting D.O to stare wide-eyed for five seconds before nodding his head in agreement and continuing what he’d been doing.
Chanyeol picks up on his surprise and frowns, hovering near his shoulder before dragging him away somewhere secluded.
“You thought he was going to say no, weren’t you?” he asks, staring down at him.
Baekhyun doesn’t even try to lie, Chanyeol would see through it anyway. “Yeah. I mean, why would he even agree to this? I only said yes because I was working with the assumption that he’d decline and we could move on, but now…” he trails off and Chanyeol takes it as an opportunity to cut in.
“You don’t want it, do you? You’re having second thoughts now, aren’t you? You think I’m depraved or weird or something, right?” His questions come quickly and his breathing speeds up, but Baekhyun’s known him long enough that all he has to do is punch him in the shoulder to get him to calm down.
“No, no I’m not. This is something you want and I, as an amazing boyfriend, am gonna see this through. Now shut up before I change my mind.”
Chanyeol grins and thanks him enthusiastically against the wall near the bathroom; stopping only when Suho makes a pained noise from behind them.
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It takes a week and a half before their schedules move around enough that Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and D.O are at the dorm while the other members, plus their manager, are away.
Baekhyun shares a look with Chanyeol over D.O’s head and the taller of the two stands, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder, steering him out the front room and towards the direction of their shared room. Baekhyun stares after them until the door closes with a resounding click.
He sits by himself for a few minutes, straining his ears to catch anything of what’s going on, but after hearing nothing more than his own racing heart, he gets up and stalks off towards the room, undoing the buttons of his shirt along the way.
When he pushes open the door, he stands in the doorframe and watches the scene playing out before him.
Chanyeol’s got D.O stretched up on his toes; one hand holding his wrist and the other curled against his jaw, thin fingers directing a heated kiss between the two. D.O’s hands are clenched in the material of his hoodie and his eyes are uncharacteristically closed, brow crinkled.
Baekhyun watches with heavy eyes until they pull away, red tints on their cheeks and breath coming out in hurried waves. He catches D.O’s eye and moves forward.
It’s easy to slip in between the two, Chanyeol’s hands falling away to hang by his sides and Baekhyun doesn’t waste any time in claiming D.O’s lips in a kiss of his own, noting the sharp intake of breath from behind him.
He’s dimly aware of Chanyeol from behind him and the rustle of him sitting down on the nearest bed. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, running his tongue over his bottom lip and grinning at the dazed look on D.O’s face.
It doesn’t take much to coax D.O around so he’s facing Chanyeol, his back pressed against Baekhyun’s front. He relaxes slightly, any lingering anxiety he had falling away as Chanyeol’s toned down stare falls on him.
Baekhyun doesn’t pay them any mind and focuses on divesting D.O of his clothes. He pushes at his shirt until it’s up and over his head and on the floor before dragging his fingers down his stomach to the button of D.O’s jeans, easily undoing them.
“Is this what you were looking forward to? Chanyeol?” he questions before mouthing along the curve of D.O’s neck, taking pleasure in the moans that fall from his mouth.
Chanyeol’s staring, slack jawed, and Baekhyun watches his hand slide underneath the band of his track pants. D.O is squirming against him, but not making any effort to move away.
“Is this the sort of thing you had in mind when you invited him into our bed?” he asks again, not meeting Chanyeol’s eyes, but instead keeping his gaze fixed on the darkened spot he’d left on D.O’s neck as he palms the younger boy through his jeans.
“Kyungsoo…” Chanyeol’s deep voice is thick with arousal and Baekhyun doesn’t hesitate to grip D.O’s hips and push him towards the bed.
He stumbles but Chanyeol’s there to catch him, bringing him down onto his lap and pressing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, his hands sliding down to grab his ass.
D.O is incredibly responsive. He gives out little sighs and moans and whimpers at anything Chanyeol does; every kiss and bite and touch.
Baekhyun is hard just by listening.
Soon, Chanyeol is coaxing D.O off his lap and to the floor. D.O stares up at him with wide eyes before his gaze falls lower, to the bulge in Chanyeol’s pants and Baekhyun can pinpoint the exact moment when everything finally clicks in his head.
“Kyungsoo, can you…” Chanyeol pauses, biting down on his lip because D.O takes the initiative to grab out the waistband of his pants and tug at them, getting them far enough down Chanyeol’s hips to expose his underwear, which is tugged down as well.
Baekhyun can’t see from his position behind D.O, so he also drops to his knees, shuffling until he’s once again pressed against D.O’s back.
At the first press of his full lips against the tip of his erection, Chanyeol lets out a deep, guttural moan; his head falling back exposing the long column of his throat.
Baekhyun almost doesn’t know where to look. Between the blissed expression on Chanyeol’s face and his moans or the utter obscenity that is D.O’s mouth around his cock; his senses are in overdrive. Despite how long they’ve been sleeping together, Baekhyun’s never seen Chanyeol in this light and he can’t even bring himself to be jealous that it’s D.O and not him causing it.
He presses himself harder against D.O, the strain against his own pants becoming too much, and urges him higher on his knees so he can pull them down.
D.O complies, shifting up with the help of Chanyeol’s hand threaded through his hair, and gasps as much as he can when cool fingers press against him.
He can’t move with Baekhyun pressed closely against him and Chanyeol keeping him still with his hand, but he pushes his hips back, silently asking for more.
Baekhyun doesn’t disappoint.
He prepares D.O quickly, using a generous amount of lube and more fingers than he thinks are necessary because soon D.O is moaning earnestly around Chanyeol’s cock and all but fucking himself against Baekhyun’s fingers.
Chanyeol’s eyes meet his and he recognizes the glazed sheen and dazed expression. Baekhyun keeps their eyes locked as he tightens his grip on D.O’s hips and finally enters him, choking back a moan at the tightness.
“Fuck.”
Being with Chanyeol wasn’t like this. With the two of them, it was always a constant struggle; a power play for dominance and the victor getting bragging rights until their next showdown. With D.O, it was easier. He pressed back against Baekhyun as much as he could, pulling against the confining material of his jeans in order to get more. He even let Chanyeol’s cock slip from his mouth so he could cry out to his heart’s content.
Baekhyun could feel the familiar tingle building up in his lower belly, could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he thrust harder into D.O, the grip on his hips hard enough that bruises would surely be left.
Chanyeol had directed his mouth back onto his cock and was thrusting his hips upward into the wet heat, his hand having fallen from his hair to cup the side of his neck, his thumb pressed against D.O’s check; feeling the movement of his cock thrusting in and out of his mouth.
That’s all it takes before his coming, pulling D.O down onto his cock and leaning his head against his shoulder, mouthing along the hot skin as he finishes. HE can hear the telltale signs of Chanyeol coming, deep voice grunting out curses as he finishes in D.O’s mouth.
Baekhyun’s only just slipped his softening cock from the younger boy when Chanyeol’s pulling him up and onto the bed, sliding their mouths together in a wet kiss as he wraps long fingers around D.O’s length.
Baekhyun doesn’t have the energy to move and leans back on his elbows, watching with hooded eyes as Chanyeol brings D.O off with quick, efficient strokes. He can see his lips moving near D.O’s ears, but he’s speaking too low for him to make anything out. Whatever it is makes D.O whimper and clutch harder onto his shoulders as he thrusts into Chanyeol’s fist until he’s coming as well, spilling over his clenched fingers and his shirt.
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It’s later, when Baekhyun and Chanyeol are sprawled out on his bed and D.O is curled in Chanyeol’s, that Baekhyun voices his thoughts.
“Was it what you were expecting?”
Chanyeol doesn’t answer him for the longest time, long enough that Baekhyun suspects he’s fallen asleep, but rolls over so they’re eye to eye.
“No, it was better.” At Baekhyun’s prompting eyebrow, he continues, “Because you were there too.”