smut week fics [2/2]

Jun 06, 2015 05:51

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brightness || baekhyun/lay || pwp
1638 words

a/n: this is for my dear eunteuks, who likes baekxing too much to function.



The sound of the front door slamming closed is the first sign that Baekhyun is there. The second is the dip in the mattress when he climbs and crawls closer to where Yixing is sitting by the bedside table removing his watch and tie. The third -- and the irrevocable one -- is the weight of Baekhyun’s hands on Yixing, his pretty, skinny fingers kneading Yixing’s shoulders and rubbing his neck. It’s so relaxing that once Yixing closes his eyes, he finds it very hard to force them open. It’s Baekhyun’s voice that wakes him.

“Though day?” he asks, mouth close to Yixing’s ear. He gets a whiff of Baekhyun -- vanilla and almonds. He came to learn that it’s Baekhyun’s body lotion (or is it his hand cream? Yixing can’t remember), but to him it’s just his scent.

“Though life,” Yixing answers, inhaling as Baekhyun’s hands rub on his back. “How do you get to smell so good after a whole day in the hospital?”

The other snorts, fingers pressing on the sides of Yixing’s neck. “It’s my natural perfume.”

Yixing hums in agreement before lifting his hand to lightly hold Baekhyun’s, halting the latter’s ministrations. “Thanks for coming.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Baekhyun answers weakly after a few seconds of silence.

Looking over his shoulder Yixing manages to catch a glimpse of the other man still in his light blue scrubs, greasy, shiny hair falling over his eyes. There’s something wicked about Baekhyun never looking as tired as he really is or smelling as dirty as he really is after on-call duties.

“I’d like to think of us as associates.”

“Associates?” Baekhyun ponders, resting his chin on Yixing’s shoulder. “Not friends, then?”

“With association comes friendship.”

Sighing, he moves away and resumes kneading on Yixing's shoulders.

“Can I take a quick shower? I probably look like a zombie,” he requests. He doesn’t, but Yixing decides not to voice his thoughts.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Yixing stands up when he listens to the bathroom door closing, tossing his tie into the closet. He unbuttons his shirt, discarding the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor before kicking his shoes off at one corner of the bedroom; the pants go right after (underwear altogether). Yixing returns to the bed, back leaning on the headboard and phone in hands to check his messages while he waits for Baekhyun. Luhan sent him some selfies (?) and Kyungsoo updated him on their last deal. Yixing will have to remember checking that out properly when he arrives at the office tomorrow. He’s finishing a reply to Kyungsoo when Baekhyun walks in; the phone is immediately forgotten on the bedside table. Running a hand through his wet hair, Baekhyun approaches the bed, eyes fixed on Yixing’s. And it’s with his eyes fixed on Yixing’s that he moves his shoulders, letting the robe he’s wearing (Yixing’s robe) fall to the ground. Slowly crawling towards Yixing, Baekhyun licks the sides of his mouth (it’s a sort of habit, Yixing’s coming to learn) and wastes no time, hooking a hand around Yixing’s neck to pull him as he falls back on the mattress.

They dance around each other with eyes, touches, mouths. Baekhyun likes to touch, hands roaming Yixing’s neck and face, fingers threading in his hair, lining his eyebrows; lips stretching in a smile when Yixing frowns. His heart has a tendency to pound in his chest whenever Baekhyun smiles like that, wide open and bare for him to see.

Carefully leaning over Baekhyun, Yixing props himself on his elbows, one at each side of Baekhyun’s head. They come face to face, Baekhyun’s breath fanning over Yixing’s mouth as his hand brushes a few hair strands away from his forehead.

Kissing Baekhyun is like closing his eyes at a hilltop and feeling the breeze, calming and blithe. His mouth molds against Yixing’s, lips parting and tongue licking. It’s weird how soothing it can be -- kissing Baekhyun --, sometimes it feels like fuel; like his warm, slick lips give Yixing all the energy he needs. He wonders if Baekhyun feels the same.

When Yixing moves away to grab lube and condoms in the bedside table drawer, Baekhyun whines and pouts trying to pull him back. He smiles at the man lying on his bed, breath hitching when Baekhyun returns the smile with bright eyes and teeth catching his bottom lip mirthfully. Yixing could write an essay on Baekhyun’s smile and everything that revolves around it.

Minding to be quick about it, he coats two fingers with lube, shooting Baekhyun with a significant gaze. The other swallows, licking the sides of his lips as he watches Yixing’s fingers getting closer to his entrance. He teases at first, kissing Baekhyun’s V line and fondling with his balls before depositing the lube on his ass. Yixing pushes his fingers inside of Baekhyun’s warmth, swirling them and nudging further. Baekhyun squirms, hands gripping the sheets as he gapes down at Yixing.

Whereas Yixing’s name starts rolling off Baekhyun’s tongue along with moans and pants, he knows he’s supposed to go faster. There aren’t many things in this world that Baekhyun can’t get him to do, so Yixing obeys.

His fingers stretch, reaching a specific spot that makes Baekhyun whine very long and loud. He keeps hitting the prostate, licking his lips as Baekhyun’s cock twitches, one humble bead of precome decorating the tip. He’d like to suck it, maybe kiss it, but Yixing’s own dick is painfully hard and in need of care, so he wraps his fingers around the shaft, groaning in satisfaction when that familiar feeling explodes inside him, making him restless and anxious. Yixing strokes faster, closing his eyes as an additional pair of hands join his. Baekhyun’s pretty fingers make circle motions on the tip of his cock and Yixing has to grit his teeth to avoid biting his bottom lip with too much force. Gently, Baekhyun’s hands settle on top of Yixing’s, guiding the treatment, moving them up and down and making his stomach tingle. It leaves him anxious, but it’s so good.

Suddenly, Baekhyun’s hands yank Yixing’s from his own cock and when Yixing peeks through his lashes, he catches sight of the other man ripping the condom package with his teeth. Leaning back to give him easier access, Yixing observes Baekhyun cover his dick and give him a few extra pumps (for good luck, he always says).

They stay too close to each other -- chest on chest, mouth on mouth -- as Yixing enters him. That aroma, the body lotion fragrance that seems to have embedded itself to Baekhyun’s skin is there, sweet and urgent, fogging Yixing’s mind with thoughts of Baekhyun.

It’s been awhile since the last time he had sex with Baekhyun without thinking too much about it, without having each and every aspect of him flooding Yixing’s mind, numbing his senses. He should be worried. He should be really worried, but for now he’ll keep thrusting, muffling Baekhyun’s whimpers with his lips.

Yixing’s name is said with reverence, Baekhyun’s eager, unstoppable hands coming to hold Yixing’s hair back from his face, caressing him, worshiping him. He can’t stop himself from stealing Baekhyun’s breath with a searing kiss, pace quickening and the slushy sounds of Yixing’s dick sliding inside Baekhyun getting louder.

It’s close now, that restlessness inside him tightening impossibly and reaching new levels. So close.

Yixing grunts and pulls out, jerking himself off and releasing on Baekhyun’s thigh, white gracing him. His hand moves hastily around his dick as he comes, eyes burning from closing them too strong.

When he returns from bliss is to see Baekhyun’s hooded eyes hungrily watching him, one of the latter’s hands collecting Yixing’s release from his thigh to spread over his own dick. Baekhyun strokes himself leisurely, wetting his lips as he nearly devours Yixing with his eyes, and Yixing decides he shouldn’t just watch. He inserts two fingers inside the other man, lying with his face close to Baekhyun’s well stretched, wet hole. He pokes the rim with his tongue, holding Baekhyun down by the thighs when he jerks his hips. Lapping at the pink puckered ring, Yixing sinks his fingers and he reaches the prostate, repeatedly assaulting the spot until Baekhyun starts rocking against his hand, desperate for release. He cries when he comes, arms stretching above his head and toes curling.

Yixing feels suddenly very tired, all the long hours of the day finally getting to him. He yawns, eyelids heavy and threatening to close when he makes a grab for Baekhyun’s arm, spinning him on the mattress (and messing his sheets in the process but whatever) and dragging him closer. Baekhyun yelps as he’s manhandled, but Yixing is pretty sure the sigh he heaves when arms envelop him is from contentment. It’s ok, Yixing is content too. He brushes his fingers over Baekhyun’s neck, lightly pressing their mouths together.

They’ve never done it like this before -- holding each other afterwards. It’s been awhile since Yixing’s held someone and he had forgotten how fulfilling it can be. Or maybe it’s just the Baekhyun factor, maybe it’s fulfilling to hold him.

“Does this mean I’ll spend the night?” he asks, voice small and hoarse and Yixing laughs half-heartedly.

“You can leave if you want, but you’ll need to disentangle from me first,” he slurs, sleepiness making his tongue heavy. “I don’t make it easy.”

Baekhyun hums, “I wouldn’t even if I wanted to.” and snuggles closer, the cold tip of his nose touching Yixing’s cheek.

I wouldn’t let you if you tried. Yixing thinks but doesn’t say it. There’s no need to anyway since the next thing is Baekhyun’s even breath lulling them both to sleep. Sighing, Yixing closes his eyes, he clings to Baekhyun and the feeling that stuffs his chest. Accomplishment.

performance effect || kris/lay || college jocks au
1243 words



The coach is still screaming at him when Yixing tunes everything out-- the crowd cheering, his teammates celebrating another victory, the music. All sounds just go down and he blinks at his surroundings searching for something to focus on, otherwise he’ll just pass out. He tries to turn around, but the coach yanks him back, frowning and smiling and it’s very confusing to decipher what he’s saying, so Yixing just stares until he taps his shoulder very forcefully and walks away. The locker room is in a frenzy -- so is Yixing, but it hits him in a rather peculiar way. He walks amongst his teammates, receiving claps on the back and sweaty towels on the legs, shouts of ‘motherfucker!’ and ‘you kicked ass!’, but Yixing can’t really connect with any of it. He walks until he reaches the showers. He knows his team doesn’t shower after winning, they just grab their stuff and run to celebrate, which means it’s safe. So Yixing undresses and turns the water on, letting the warmness wash him off the dirt and perspiration.

It doesn’t take long for large hands to settle on his hips, fingers digging in his wet skin before sliding to his stomach. His body tenses, breath locked as the hands gently pull him back into the bare chest. He can smell Yifan; he’s always been able to even when he has no idea he’s in the room. Yixing doesn’t know if that’s because Yifan’s scent is very specific and everyone can just sniff him miles away or if Yixing is too accustomed. He shouldn’t, though. He shouldn’t have gotten used to the way his teammate smells, it also shouldn’t matter if the showers are empty or not or if the ginger cheerleader wants into Yifan’s pants or not. They should have stopped it when it first threatened to happen. In the thrill of a victory Yixing’s senses heighten and he just wants a way out. Release. Yifan offered release in many ways -- first as kisses, make out sessions. Blowjobs came after, when kissing stopped being enough. For a while now, sucking each other off has not been enough, either, so they do something else..

It starts with Yifan’s fingers prodding at his ass, poking and testing while Yixing supports himself with hands on the wall. The fingers are slippery, sending jolts throughout Yixing’s body every time they circle his rim. He gasps a little loud when they poke harder.

“Shh,” Yifan presses against his back, mouth hot, kissing and licking at Yixing’s neck. It’s harder to keep cool when there’s a mouth at his most sensitive spot (a detail which Yifan has clearly learned by now), so he moans, biting on his lip in his effort to not to be loud. Yifan kisses his cheek, brushing his nose on Yixing’s jaw before inserting a finger into his entrance. Yixing hits his palms on the wall in surprise, mouth gaping as Yifan pushes his finger in and out. Soon he adds another finger, working them in twists and scissors. Yixing can only edge himself, allowing his teammate to treat him.

He doesn’t tell Yifan when he thinks he should get it, so it’s always a shock when the fingers give way to Yifan’s cock invading Yixing’s ass. The water makes the slide easier -- it always makes it easier and Yixing wonders how it would be if they were having sex anywhere else --, and it only takes Yifan a few thrusts to stuff Yixing completely full. Yelping when he’s pulled, Yixing feels his cock pulsing, reaching to gently caress it. Yifan has the same idea though, and he brushes Yixing’s fingers aside so his can work the ministrations, thumbing at the slit of Yixing’s dick and wrapping strong fingers around his base for a second. Then he starts thrusting. It’s hard, but not fast. Yifan pulls back to a point where only the tip of his cock is inside, then slams back in. It’s maddening, the pulse at Yixing’s cock spreads to his whole body, his legs and feet twitching every time Yifan pulls and pushes. He hits Yixing’s prostate dead on, and when his pace increases, Yifan wraps an arm around Yixing’s shoulders, his free hand holding one ass cheek apart to help with the thrusts.

Seems like Yifan’s learned when Yixing’s about to come; he grips the base of Yixing’s cock really hard and fucks him so much faster and tougher that Yixing is tossed forward, having to use his forearms to stop his face from smashing against the wall. It’s too much, the tension and heat crawling to his chest is too much, the pain in his cock is too much, but Yifan keeps going, thrusting slowly and painstakingly, making sure to hit Yixing’s spot with enough force to have him climaxing, sucking in a breath as his cock paints the walls white. Yifan comes right after, releasing a groan.

They take their time after coming down from their high, and usually, they wash themselves before each going their own ways. Today rolls differently. After catching his breath, Yifan pulls out and spins Yixing around, pressing him back on the wall and kissing him, both hands cradling his face. Yixing is caught unguarded. He kisses back, hooking an arm around Yifan’s shoulder.

Yifan turns the shower off and wipes Yixing’s face carefully with his hands. Yixing wants to laugh because his hands are wet, so much for wiping but they help taking water out of his eyes.

“I wanna take you on a date,” Yifan says. Obviously by the way he coughs, Yixing wasn’t expecting that.

“You what?”

“Wanna take you on a date,” the other repeats. “Properly.”

Yixing is still confused, “Properly.”

Yifan doesn’t seem to have time to spare. He huffs, running both hands across his face and through his hair before meeting Yixing’s eyes again. “Do I really need to spell it out? I wanna take you on a date. And before you ask, yes, I like you. It surprises me that you were dumb enough not to notice since I’ve been very obvious this whole time.”

Silence fills the locker room, only the droplets of water dripping into the puddle on the floor resonating. It’s not like Yixing doesn’t like Yifan; he’s figured he must like him if he lets Yifan put his dick into his ass. Not only that. They haven’t been the best of friends, but Yifan is nice -- a little too heated when it comes to basketball, but they win more than they lose so they only punch each other once every two months. Yixing likes him most of the time, which is more than enough.

“Ok, fine. But you have to buy me a milkshake,” he answers.

He isn’t prepared for the blinding smile that Yifan offers. “I’ll buy you anything you want.” Brushing a thumb on Yixing’s cheek, Yifan smiles and pecks his lips before stepping away. “We should go. They’re closing the gymnasium and we still have to walk back the dorm buildings. You don’t mind if I follow you to your dorm, do you? I thought so.”

Letting out an incredulous chuckle, Yixing watches Yifan walk towards the lockers, water running down his naked body. He knows he’s been thinking it would be better if this thing with Yifan hadn’t even started, but as cocks his head to check his teammate’s ass, Yixing figures he could change his mind.

click here for sebaek porn || sehun/baekhyun || stupid sehun browsing fanart
1852 words

a/n: this is for the tumblr anon who requested this scenario. thank you so much, i had the ultimate fun writing this one <3



This is so like Sehun, to get curious about stuff that should not interest him -- for his own sake. He knows that fans are scared shitless of them seeing fanwork, so most of the boys stay the hell away from fanfic and fanart. Sehun, however, uses search engines pretty well.

exo fanart

The search returned the most varied pieces. Whole group drawings and comics and even a few couple pieces. That’s not what Sehun is looking for.

exo sehun fanart

Fans are really talented, he thinks while browsing through some drawings of himself - mostly cute manga style drawings that he’s pretty sure there’s a specific name for but he just can’t bring himself to remember. He files that to ask Kyungsoo later. He’s entertained by Sehun fanart for a while, even saving his favorites to send to the group chat later in order to tease the boys about how their fans can’t draw and Sehun’s are the shit.

There’s something else he’d like to see, though. Sehun inspects his surroundings worriedly. He knows Minseok is the only one home today besides him, so he takes a deep breath and types.

exo sehun fanart porn

What. That’s not what he wanted to see. The search returns regular drawings, a few swaggy-yehet-Sehuns that please him slightly, but no butts or dicks or anything remotely porny. He squints at the screen.

“Are fans really this blunt?”

how to find exo porn fanart

He clicks the link entitled ~~*EXO NC-17 Fanart Masterpost*~~

Now that’s more like it. Sehun tries not to cringe as he scrolls past paintings of Jongin in the most compromising positions, and grunts very much displeased at one very offending drawing of Chanyeol and Baekhyun doing it. He just can’t understand the obsession some fans have with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. They’re so not a thing. Sehun is a thing, yet the only porn he finds of himself is one of him groping Luhan’s butt. He snorts, typing one more time.

sehun nc-17 fanart

Nothing interesting. He gets a few disinterested doodles of his dick (not accurate at all), more fanart of Luhan sucking him off, which is just like the Chanyeol/Baekhyun issue. He had no idea their fans suck this much at getting the couples right. Maybe Sehun’s fans are the weird ones.

baekhyun nc-17 fanart

Nope, not Sehun’s fans at all. Baekhyun’s are worse. All the drawings show Baekhyun in some sort of sexual engagement with Chanyeol. Sehun does not like it. Why Chanyeol? What the fuck is Chanyeol doing to Baekhyun in front of their fans that these poor girls are so resolute about them? Sehun huffs indignantly, scrolling down the page to find more annoying Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

“This is so unfair,” he complains. “They’re hopeless.”

But Sehun is good, Sehun is just. Sehun will help them rectify this rude mistake. He stretches his fingers, searching for an international, unofficial forum. He clicks the first result and goes straight to the signup form. Good thing Sehun has a bunch of fake e-mail accounts from the time he used to sign into Chanyeol’s fansites to throw shade at him. After his account is created, he opens a new discussion.

Subject: sehun/baekhyun porn pls

Posted by: sebaek_is_the_truth_94

Can someone rec me some good sehun/baekhyun fanart? It’s outrageous that there isn’t enough porn for this very true and realistic pairing. You crackheads only draw Chanyeol/Baekhyun, they’re not canon ok.

sebaek_is_the_truth_94 out

He giggles at his message before hitting post! and leans back on his chair. It doesn’t take long for his post to get a response.

Lovelichanyeoli SAYS:

Ofc theyre canon youre delu

??????????? Sehun frowns at the screen and is about to retort some serious cussing at this clueless bastard when a notification of a new reply pops on the corner of his screen. He clicks it.

silveroceanforever SAYS:

thelightair.fu.ck > This artist draws a lot of sebaek. I hope you like it!

He clicks the link and his eyes nearly shoot out of his face. The first drawing, huge and shamelessly screaming at him, is one of Sehun bending Baekhyun over and…

He blushes. What. This is exactly what he was looking for. He clicks the ENTER! button and nearly collapses at all the thumbnails. Baekhyun kissing Sehun while straddling him, Sehun biting Baekhyun’s neck, Sehun sucking Baekhyun off, Sehun undressing Baekhyun, Sehun licking. Baekhyun’s-

He’s unaware of his raging boner until a loud noise startles him out of his trance. Sehun nearly jumps in his seat, glancing at the door. He goes rigid for a few minutes, a hand covering the tent in his shorts until he feels it’s safe to keep browsing. He doesn’t remove the hand between his legs though, presses his wrist down instead, wincing at the sharp wave of pleasure that runs through his body. Sehun bites his lower lip, taking to massaging his dick through the shorts while he glares at fanart-Baekhyun’s pained face as Sehun thrusts into him from behind. He imagines the kind of sound Baekhyun would make and groans, grabbing his clothed length and brushing a-

“What are you doing?”

Sehun yelps, pushing the computer back and kicking the table, almost sending himself crashing down the floor. His laptop skates on the table and hits the wall, but Sehun is saved from collapsing by hands on the back of his chair.

“Were you looking at… Porn?” asks Baekhyun. What the fuck, he wasn’t supposed to be home till later, what…? Sehun tries to find air, slapping himself on the chest a few times as he faces the newcomer. Baekhyun eyes him with interest, the hint of a smirk dancing on his mouth and Sehun wants to retch in shame.

“W-what are you talking about,” he awkwardly laughs. “t-there is no s-such thing, I was j-just-”

Baekhyun leans over him, pulling the laptop closer. Sehun struggles to close it, but it’s useless. Baekhyun already saw the porn. All the porn.

“That’s interesting, Sehun-ah…” his hyung singsongs - a shiver runs down Sehun’s spine, because Baekhyun singsonging is always an omen. He caresses Sehun’s neck. “Are you embarrassed because I caught you?”

He’s not sure if he’s supposed to be sorry, so Sehun sighs, lowering his eyes. Baekhyun hums, his hands on Sehun’s neck giving him dangerous sensations.

“It’s fine Sehunnie…” Baekhyun circles his chair, leaning back on the table to look down at Sehun, hands on the edges. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not like we haven’t done anything before.”

They’ve kissed before when no one was around, but that’s different. Those fanarts are different - they’ve never done anything like that.

Sehun clears his throat, managing to look up at Baekhyun. “All we ever do is kiss, hyung.”

“Would you like to work on that?” Baekhyun quirks an eyebrow, tongue peeking to lick at his upper lip. Sehun inhales, closing his hands on his fists. Without waiting for an answer, Baekhyun tugs on Sehun’s t-shirt, pulling him. “Come on.”

Sehun obeys, standing up and following Baekhyun to the middle of the room. The other’s hands slide up Sehun’s arm, settling at his shoulder. He knows where this is going; they’ve done this countless times exactly in this order. Sehun places his palm on Baekhyun’s waist as he leans for a kiss. It’s slow at first, as usual, but then Baekhyun takes an unexpected turn, guiding Sehun towards his bed without breaking the kiss. Sehun gasps when the back of his legs touch the edge of the bed. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, gently pushing Sehun down.

“What are you doing, hyung?” Sehun questions, sitting on the bed and supporting himself with his palms back on the mattress. His stomach flips when Baekhyun straddles him, knees at each side of Sehun. They’re closer than they’ve ever been like this, and Baekhyun scoots closer in Sehun’s lap, hand soft on his neck as he sits back on Sehun’s thighs.

“Making your fanart fantasies come true,” The other snorts a laugh before bringing his face into Sehun’s, noses bumping. “And mine as well.”

Sehun’s brain loops. “W-what.”

“You think you’re the only one who knows about thelightair.fu.ck?” Baekhyun closes his mouth around Sehun’s, lips wet and tentative on Sehun’s cheek and jaw, going down to his neck. “I’ve been wanting to sit on you for a long time, Sehunnie.”

Fuck, Sehun inhales and gives in, palms on Baekhyun’s thighs. He gives in because why they fuck wouldn’t he? He wants this, and Baekhyun clearly has been wanting it as well. He grips at Baekhyun’s waist, attempting to bring him even closer and the other whimpers softly against his mouth.

The hands on his neck eagerly down to his pants and less than a minute later, Baekhyun’s fingers are brushing over Sehun’s dick. He tries not to squirm, putting his hands up Baekhyun’s shirt, running them up and down his back. Baekhyun kisses him like he’s in a hurry, lowering Sehun’s underwear enough to free his dick. Heart mercilessly pounding in his chest, Sehun tries to calm the fuck down as his hyung strokes him ever so slowly, wet lips brushing against Sehun’s. It all works so perfectly, Baekhyun fingers playing with his shaft, pads on Sehun’s tip, spreading precome all over him, dirtying his clothes.

“What do you want me to do, Sehunnie?”

Sehun swallows, pressure locking inside him as Baekhyun grabs his dick a little more forcefully and tugs. “I don’t… I-”

Baekhyun giggles, licking Sehun’s lips open. One of his hands fly to his pants, unbuttoning as the other keeps stroking Sehun. There’s so much going on. He wants more, wants to touch more of Baekhyun, so Sehun pulls his shirt up, exploring Baekhyun’s milky, naked chest with his eyes. He’s so gorgeous. Sehun salivates before leaning to kiss one of Baekhyun’s nipples, earning a low moan. He discards the shirt before stroking Baekhyun’s sides, taking in all the work he’s doing with two dicks in his hands.

Baekhyun caresses himself, his other hand leisurely pumping Sehun’s cock as his hooded eyes lock with Sehun’s. He wants to touch him more, to kiss every corner of Baekhyun’s body, but he likes how good Baekhyun looks like this.

Sehun’s stomach curls, pleasure twisting inside him as it builds with each pump of Baekhyun’s hand on his dick. He’s going faster, giving Sehun no chance to brace himself as it builds, builds and bursts, his breath catching as his dick twitches, spurting all over Baekhyun’s cock. His vision blurs, white everywhere while Baekhyun pulls him dry, freeing Sehun’s cock to give himself the attention of both hands. It doesn’t take him long to come, only a few tugs and rocks of his hips. Sehun has to wrap both arms around Baekhyun’s hips to support him as he climaxes, burying his face on the crook of Baekhyun’s neck. He’s pretty sure there’s come everywhere, they’ll have to be really careful not to let anyone see these clothes.

“Next time you wanna check out porn,” Baekhyun start breathlessly. “Wait for me, ok?”

Sehun chuckles. Who’s delu now, lovelichanyeoli you piece of crap?

a/n: i can't believe you read this lol. i'm sorry, bro. BUT THANK YOUUUUUU <3

smut week, fanxing, sebaek, baekxing, 2015

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