A better side of you
Title: A better side of you
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drained as he is, deep down, Baekhyun is restless.
Warnings: Umm, rimming, fingering... dirty talk?, lack of plot.
Notes: Title from Cee Lo Green, my official porn writing support. Sort of inspired by this prompt, but not quite a fill. Thanks and sorry, anon ):
I know this fandom is in no need of plotless porn, but I'll still chip in some more, sorry. And ugh it's not just the first time I write exo but it's the first time I write anything in months, so idk again, I'm sorry.
Baekhyun pinches the bridge of his nose, an exhausted sigh rolling out from his lips. He feels a headache approaching, the weight of work slowly getting at him. He thinks the hardest part is mostly over, as he easily prefers promotions to preparations, but it will be no bed of roses going back to the tight schedule he’d experienced something over a year ago.
The shower helps, he feels clean and warm and fresh, and that’s all he’d been longing for in hours, uncomfortable with his cotton shirt hugging his skin in awkward places during the dance rehearsal.
He nods shortly at a few bandmates he runs into as he strolls to his bedroom, rubbing his eyelids with a forefinger, tossing a few half smiles around. It seems no one else is in the mood for small talk either, all of them going about their business quickly to hurry into bed, just like him.
It relieves him, he hates to sound snappish when Chanyeol blabbers about anything and everything that comes to his mind to him, ever so excitable and basking in undying energy - he always get the sad eyes, the small voice, and he has to spend what is left of his patience in mending the hurt he so obviously impales in the other. Catching a fleeting glance of Chanyeol before heading into his bedroom to see the boy brushing his teeth through the gap of the open bathroom door, eyes covered with heavy lids and dark circles, Baekhyun realizes he’s staying clear from danger this night.
Quickly closing the door of his room behind himself, he sees Jongin sprawled across his own mattress, blanket spread over his body ungracefully. Amusement pervades him, even if briefly so - it’s always intriguing to see Jongin in private, gawky and coarse, nothing like Kai and his sharp, artful movements. He falls from grace as soon as the performer crawls out of him, and Baekhyun likes watching that, maybe because he forgets Jongin is human at times, when he’s possessed by that entity that stretches and curves his body as if there were meticulously attached strings shaping him into perfection.
That’s probably the main reason he decided to share rooms with Jongin - to see his bloated face in the morning, and chuckle when he snores, only to poke fun into him when no one else can hear and see Jongin awkwardly try to shy away from his teasing. It’s like having a pet all to himself, only his form of patting and loving is the torture he puts Jongin through with aid of his fast tongue, a tongue Jongin’s stutters and slurs are no match for. Endless entertainment granted.
He props onto his own mattress, toes barely touching the ground as he kicks his legs, drying his hair with a towel. He glances at Jongin’s figure, stomach down, face turned away from Baekhyun. One of arms hugs the pillow while the other disappears under him, and his body seems shrunk, completely covered by the white sheet he pulled onto himself. A crease falls upon Baekhyun’s brows, he finds it weird - Jongin is usually a sleeping mess, on his back, lips pursed in a small pout, limbs stretched out so that any cover he has on will rest over his torso and crotch, which Baekhyun supposes he should be thankful for, considering Jongin isn’t a fan of wearing clothes in bed.
Shaking that small observation off, Baekhyun tosses the towel aside, unbothered when it slips from the chair he aimed at to fall on the floor, and lies back on his bed, arm covering his forehead and one eye. He relaxes every muscle in his body, lets his chest heave calmly, thinking about how many hours of sleep he gets before the alarm clock of his cell phone will ring again. Concluding they won’t be many, he decides to seize each one of them to get his well deserved rest, eyelids fluttering closed.
It’s dead silent inside the room, the only source of noise coming from outside - dry steps roaming around the apartment, some of them probably coming from Sehun, who always somehow manages to keep awake in spite of how beat he is, and muffled, distant voices in the background. It’s evident that most members were already in bed or planning to soon go there.
Peace and quiet soon reign over the dorm, and, through the small slot between the floor and the door, he can see the lights being turned off. It’s not that he’s a light sleeper, but that he’s easily distracted - if there’s any source of entertainment he can occupy his mind with, he won’t be able to rest. Now there’s nothing but dim lighting and silence, he sees himself forced to close his eyes and lull himself into sleep.
And he’s really doing that, he’s really trying, but that’s when the distinct sound of Jongin’s bed cracking catches his attention. Baekhyun stays immobile, but his eyes open, and he listens intently. Another crack, rustling, confusion of fabric and flesh, and, at last, a moan. A quiet, muffled moan, the sort that erupts involuntarily, in the very back of the throat, shameful. It’s really a beautiful sort of moan, and it makes Baekhyun smile.
He hears it again, louder and gasped out, and the noisy friction seems to reach him, sending a light shudder down his spine. Baekhyun had been wondering why he was so restless in spite of feeling completely drained of energy, and now comes his answer - an obvious answer, at that. He’s simply been anticipating, because Jongin’s eyes on his nape and Jongin’s shoulder bumping into his and Jongin’s voice in his ear, all throughout the day, had lit a spark in him. And now he wants to see it burn bright and set him aflame.
A pink tongue projects between parted lips to moisten them. Baekhyun shifts his legs on the mattress, clears his throat lazily. It’s all it takes before another moan makes itself heard, now irritated and blatant, not bothering with pretenses.
Baekhyun chuckles.
“What’s taking you so long to come here?” Jongin’s mildly shattered voice breaks the silence, cutting through it unsubtly, lacking grace, like most things Jongin do.
“You never asked,” he replies and hopes the amusement his voice drips with annoys the hell out of the younger one.
It does, and it’s obvious in the impatient grunt Jongin emits, and it makes Baekhyun grin.
“Come on,” Jongin mumbles.
“Now, that depends,” Baekhyun retorts, flattening his shirt with idle fingers. Another grunt, more frustrated, but Baekhyun makes nothing of it - Jongin should know he’s not the type to make it easier by now. “Are you warm and hard in there?”
There’s a beat, and then Jongin replies. “Yes.”
Baekhyun hums, thoughtful. “Fingers?”
“Two,” the other admits, tone hunted by audible shame. It elicits a frown from Baekhyun, but no mercy, not yet.
“Why don’t you take care of it yourself, then, Jongin ah?”
Jongin mewls and sounds needy and broken, the clear image of his two fingers curling inside him making Baekhyun’s cock stir to life.
“Hyung,” he pleads.
Baekhyun takes pity in the rise and fall of his tone, precisely exposing to him precisely how small Jongin sounds, enough even so that a sketch of the younger’s knitted brows and lips molded in a round shape - or better yet, abused by sharp teeth - surfaces on Baekhyun’s mind.
“I want you to do something, Jongin ah,” he thus says, fingertips drumming on his own lips as he pictures the other’s, mouth suddenly watery, “roll onto you back and spread your legs for me. Wide. As if I was there, watching you. Come on, do it.”
He stares at the ceiling and listens on, able to catch the small, flustered moan over the dry noise of skin on sheets, and the bed complaining against the shift of weight. Jongin spills a short hum to indicate he’s through with the assigned task.
“All bare?” Baekhyun expects a confirmation, and it comes in one single, heavy breath. “Very good. Now take your fingers off.”
That command faces bigger rejection, and Jongin purrs a refusal, probably proceeding to fuck himself deeper in a rush of despair. It comes as no surprise to Baekhyun, and he’s not a single ounce fazed.
“Off,” he insists, the determination of that word flowing into air, thick, and hovering over Jongin’s entire being. He mewls, thrashes his legs, but eventually obeys, taking both hands over his head as not to tempt himself with the proximity between his fingers and his somewhat open entrance.
Baekhyun watches his darkened figure through the corner of his eye, smiling. “What a good boy, Jongin ah,” the contentment his voice covered with is velvety and makes Jongin proud, happy to have done something right amidst the searing sensation of emptiness. “But keep your legs open, yeah? For me, keep them wide open only for me.”
This time no noises come from the younger one as he simply complies, pulling his feet apart to bare himself to no one - yet, Baekhyun’s sure the flustering is obvious on him, coloring the tanned cheeks in pink, maybe even noticeable over the darkness.
“Hold one up over your chest,” Baekhyun pushes it a little further, one step a time, slowly letting Jongin come undone. The younger one, poor thing, is already so far gone he simply hoists his right leg, hooking an arm around the back of his knee to prevent it from slanting back down.
As no further instructions come from his hyung for a short period, Jongin squirms and digs his nails into flesh, grunting his embarrassment in holding that position. Baekhyun smiles and slides a hand down his side to rest it on his groin, languidly massaging his swelling member over his sweatpants.
“Now you tell me, Jongin ah,” he mutters softly, thumb outlining his head. “What do you want me to do now that you’re all good and horny? If you tell me nicely enough, maybe I’ll comply.”
This time, Jongin’s groan is suffered and long. He’s obviously winded up enough to obey, but to speak his will… that was something they never did before. He was always the one leaning back and letting Baekhyun have his way, because he trusts Baekhyun, trusts his hyung to care for him and know better, and he was not once let down. Baekhyun always takes Jongin’s release more seriously than his own, only letting go of himself when Jongin’s last semen drop has spluttered out of him. Therefore now his stomach churns, anxious and unsure, and he gulps.
There’s a continuous, inquisitive hum that spews from Baekhyun’s throat, and it startles the youngest. He clears his throat and breathes out, “come and fuck me.”
At that, Baekhyun chuckles, and Jongin whimpers.
“Just fuck you?” he sits up on the mattress and hops off his bed, feet shuffling towards the one across the room. Jongin looks stunning, wrecked and boneless, eyes wide on Baekhyun as he approaches, body writhing with anticipation. It doesn’t even seem as if he himself remembers his erection pressed tightly against his stomach, so swollen and in obvious need of attention - not that Baekhyun intends on taking care of it anytime soon. “Shouldn’t I slide my fingers into you first, abuse that sweet spot you have deep in you? Let my fingers fuck you so slowly you’ll ache for my cock, and beg to have it inside you?”
As much as he probably wants to, Jongin doesn’t find it in himself to avert his gaze, so he limits himself to nod, accepting Baekhyun’s ultimatum, bending to his will.
“Anything hyung wants,” he whispers, a crack of voice decorating the words.
Mouth corner curled up, Baekhyun kneels onto the bed, taking in the view he was only able to glimpse in his mind, his dark mind, twisted with so many wrenching thoughts of Jongin. His submission was nearly palpable as he lay completely raw to Baekhyun, offering every last bit of himself to the older male. Leaning in, Baekhyun leaves kisses down the uplifted thigh, raising the other to a similar position.
As his lips approach Jongin’s already slick hole, he pauses, smiling against his skin just to hear the whine that inevitably slips out of the younger one.
“Aw,” he coos and it almost sounds sympathetic, but only almost. He brings his fingers down to spread the boy’s cheeks broad for him. “I’m so mean, to you, aren’t I, Jongin ah?” his chuckle caresses Jongin’s sensitive skin, sending a shudder up his body. “All you want is dick deep inside you, but I just have to make it so difficult.”
Before Jongin has time to agree or possibly argue with that, his tongue flicks over his entrance, and all the words in Jongin’s mouth are swallowed right back, forever lost. Now Baekhyun is considerably more generous, wetting and kissing and worshipping Jongin’s ass, mouth producing the most wonderful loud, slick noises Jongin could ever hope to hear. Not ever missing a beat, he lets a forefinger slide in as he licks at the rim, soaking it, taking advantage of the remains of the lube Jongin had already eased into himself.
It tastes so sweet, the faint melon flavor from the lube mixing with Jongin, and the strong scent of sex invading from his nostrils, that now touches the boy’s testicles. A helpless cry dies in Jongin throat, and he constantly gasps out for Baekhyun, moving his hips in time with the strokes of the elder’s tongue once he feels bold enough - or maybe lost enough to no longer care. A hand flies over to Baekhyun’s hair, clenching around it, and that’s when Baekhyun stops and he cries louder.
“Easy,” the older one soothes, collecting the fingers that fade into his hair, and presses a kiss to them, sucking three into his mouth. He uses his tongue to coat them with dexterous speed, and he flashes Jongin a wicked smirk as he takes two of them and guides them into the boy’s body.
Jongin whines, cheeks flushed, and doesn’t know quite what to do until Baekhyun’s hand closes around his and moves his fingers, forcing him to fuck himself on them. He watches with admiration, giving the caramel thighs supportive little kisses, and forces a third one in, earning a stretched, breathless moan. Jongin never does three, not when he’s the one fingering himself, but Baekhyun is nothing but bold.
“Touch yourself there, Jongin ah,” he says, rocking the other’s digits slowly.
“I can’t,” Jongin sobs with tears pooling in his eyes, head thrashing from side to side. He doesn’t know how to pleasure himself like Baekhyun does, he doesn’t know his own body with the meticulousness Baekhyun does. He can’t, he won’t, and he needs Baekhyun to understand, and to do it himself.
However, the older boy will have none of it.
“Like this,” Baekhyun mutters into his skin while he lifts Jongin’s hips a little so the boy will benefit from a more appropriate angle, and then bucks his hand, making the fingertips reach deeper and - Jongin has to cover his mouth not to scream and wake up their bandmates, the pleasure he gets from finding his own prostate rushing through his body. “See?” Baekhyun smiles, proud, so proud of his little boy, “you can, Jongin, you can do so many great things.”
Jongin’s fingers now move on their own, pushing deeper in that one angle he’d never managed, and he feels so good, as though sex exhaled through his pores, and it’s all because of Baekhyun, he wants to show Baekhyun how well he can pleasure himself, how much he’s grown under his caring watch.
The older one collects himself to his knees, lowering his pants to reveal his aching cock - Jongin eyes it longingly, teeth playing with his lower lip as he watches Baekhyun stroke himself.
“Hyung’s so hard,” he comments and his tone is low and sensuous, nearly breaking a groan from Baekhyun’s throat. He really is, painfully so, and they both know it’s all because of Jongin, it’s all for Jongin.
“You did very well today, Jongin ah,” the boy replies, lowering himself down to bring his hips closer to Jongin’s. He needs to say no more, as Jongin is already sliding his fingers out and broadening the space between his thighs, inviting Baekhyun in.
Jongin actually begs, please, hyung, I need it, and Baekhyun snorts, because it was never his intention to demand for a plead, but he knows Jongin gets off on it, feeling small and being controlled by a bigger ego, and that’s exactly what Baekhyun does. He shoves inside, burying himself to the hilt with a throaty groan, and offers a breathless smile when Jongin mewls and rolls his hips against that scorching pressure he loves so much.
“You did so well,” he repeats, moving nice and slow, savoring each inch of Jongin, taking in the warmth and the tightness he’s already familiar with. The youngest protests, grinding against Baekhyun in a quiet demand for speed and harshness, always thirsty for all that Baekhyun can give him. “Needy little slut, that’s what you are,” he chortles, cock twitching when Jongin hums in happy agreement, and he proceeds to bring his torso down, propping himself onto his hands as he gazes into Jongin’s half-lidded eyes.
And just like that, Jongin becomes a crying mess as Baekhyun rams into him, hard, deep, anything he moans for, Baekhyun does it better than he could ever hope for, and finally licks a stripe up his own palm and envelops Jongin’s neglected member in his hand, pumping him tight and fast. Hands come from underneath to cling onto Baekhyun’s back, pulling him down, closer, and Jongin’s lips meet his in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and saliva, and when Baekhyun parts it because he knows Jongin’s close, if the nails breaking and scraping his skin are any sign, he sees the panting clutter he’s made of the boy. It’s all there, eyes glazed over in ecstasy underneath damp, tousled bangs, cheeks flushed and mouth agape, a mouth that only knows his name, baekhyun baekhyun baekhyun - and that, ungraceful as it is, is definitely the most inhumanly beautiful Jongin will ever be, and Kai, with all his skill and art, would never even dream to compare.
Jongin rides out of his orgasm with Baekhyun still thrusting into him, just the way he likes it, and he feels so proud when he has his hyung coating his insides with semen, moaning for his ears alone. He closes his legs around Baekhyun’s thighs after the elder’s body gives and he has his face hidden in Jongin’s shoulder.
It’s always after sex that Jongin realizes how tiny Baekhyun really is, and it always hits him with a good deal of shock - he still can’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that strong, conniving man and this short, cuddly boy are one person, but in the end, he doesn’t pay it much thought.
“Do you want to sleep here?” Jongin mutters after a while, when his breath is calm and his heartbeat slowed down. As he gets no response, he runs his still slick fingers through Baekhyun’s hair with a hint of a vengeful feeling, and lolls Baekhyun’s head back to peek at his face, rolling his eyes when he realizes the boy has already drifted to peaceful, oblivious sleep.
Jongin rolls him onto his back next to him, placing his extra, smaller pillow under his head. Just before he lies back down himself to get some rest before the heavy schedules that wait for him the next day, he swipes some of his own cum off his stomach with two fingers, and feeds them to the unknowing Baekhyun, chuckling darkly when the older one contently licks at his fingers, a satisfied smirk sitting on his lips.
“Well, sweet dreams then, hyung,” he mutters and gives Baekhyun’s stomach a loving stroke right before he closes his eyes with a long, satiated yawn.
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Drained as he is, deep down, Baekhyun is restless.
Warnings: Umm, rimming, fingering... dirty talk?, lack of plot.
Notes: Title from Cee Lo Green, my official porn writing support. Sort of inspired by this prompt, but not quite a fill. Thanks and sorry, anon ):
I know this fandom is in no need of plotless porn, but I'll still chip in some more, sorry. And ugh it's not just the first time I write exo but it's the first time I write anything in months, so idk again, I'm sorry.
Baekhyun pinches the bridge of his nose, an exhausted sigh rolling out from his lips. He feels a headache approaching, the weight of work slowly getting at him. He thinks the hardest part is mostly over, as he easily prefers promotions to preparations, but it will be no bed of roses going back to the tight schedule he’d experienced something over a year ago.
The shower helps, he feels clean and warm and fresh, and that’s all he’d been longing for in hours, uncomfortable with his cotton shirt hugging his skin in awkward places during the dance rehearsal.
He nods shortly at a few bandmates he runs into as he strolls to his bedroom, rubbing his eyelids with a forefinger, tossing a few half smiles around. It seems no one else is in the mood for small talk either, all of them going about their business quickly to hurry into bed, just like him.
It relieves him, he hates to sound snappish when Chanyeol blabbers about anything and everything that comes to his mind to him, ever so excitable and basking in undying energy - he always get the sad eyes, the small voice, and he has to spend what is left of his patience in mending the hurt he so obviously impales in the other. Catching a fleeting glance of Chanyeol before heading into his bedroom to see the boy brushing his teeth through the gap of the open bathroom door, eyes covered with heavy lids and dark circles, Baekhyun realizes he’s staying clear from danger this night.
Quickly closing the door of his room behind himself, he sees Jongin sprawled across his own mattress, blanket spread over his body ungracefully. Amusement pervades him, even if briefly so - it’s always intriguing to see Jongin in private, gawky and coarse, nothing like Kai and his sharp, artful movements. He falls from grace as soon as the performer crawls out of him, and Baekhyun likes watching that, maybe because he forgets Jongin is human at times, when he’s possessed by that entity that stretches and curves his body as if there were meticulously attached strings shaping him into perfection.
That’s probably the main reason he decided to share rooms with Jongin - to see his bloated face in the morning, and chuckle when he snores, only to poke fun into him when no one else can hear and see Jongin awkwardly try to shy away from his teasing. It’s like having a pet all to himself, only his form of patting and loving is the torture he puts Jongin through with aid of his fast tongue, a tongue Jongin’s stutters and slurs are no match for. Endless entertainment granted.
He props onto his own mattress, toes barely touching the ground as he kicks his legs, drying his hair with a towel. He glances at Jongin’s figure, stomach down, face turned away from Baekhyun. One of arms hugs the pillow while the other disappears under him, and his body seems shrunk, completely covered by the white sheet he pulled onto himself. A crease falls upon Baekhyun’s brows, he finds it weird - Jongin is usually a sleeping mess, on his back, lips pursed in a small pout, limbs stretched out so that any cover he has on will rest over his torso and crotch, which Baekhyun supposes he should be thankful for, considering Jongin isn’t a fan of wearing clothes in bed.
Shaking that small observation off, Baekhyun tosses the towel aside, unbothered when it slips from the chair he aimed at to fall on the floor, and lies back on his bed, arm covering his forehead and one eye. He relaxes every muscle in his body, lets his chest heave calmly, thinking about how many hours of sleep he gets before the alarm clock of his cell phone will ring again. Concluding they won’t be many, he decides to seize each one of them to get his well deserved rest, eyelids fluttering closed.
It’s dead silent inside the room, the only source of noise coming from outside - dry steps roaming around the apartment, some of them probably coming from Sehun, who always somehow manages to keep awake in spite of how beat he is, and muffled, distant voices in the background. It’s evident that most members were already in bed or planning to soon go there.
Peace and quiet soon reign over the dorm, and, through the small slot between the floor and the door, he can see the lights being turned off. It’s not that he’s a light sleeper, but that he’s easily distracted - if there’s any source of entertainment he can occupy his mind with, he won’t be able to rest. Now there’s nothing but dim lighting and silence, he sees himself forced to close his eyes and lull himself into sleep.
And he’s really doing that, he’s really trying, but that’s when the distinct sound of Jongin’s bed cracking catches his attention. Baekhyun stays immobile, but his eyes open, and he listens intently. Another crack, rustling, confusion of fabric and flesh, and, at last, a moan. A quiet, muffled moan, the sort that erupts involuntarily, in the very back of the throat, shameful. It’s really a beautiful sort of moan, and it makes Baekhyun smile.
He hears it again, louder and gasped out, and the noisy friction seems to reach him, sending a light shudder down his spine. Baekhyun had been wondering why he was so restless in spite of feeling completely drained of energy, and now comes his answer - an obvious answer, at that. He’s simply been anticipating, because Jongin’s eyes on his nape and Jongin’s shoulder bumping into his and Jongin’s voice in his ear, all throughout the day, had lit a spark in him. And now he wants to see it burn bright and set him aflame.
A pink tongue projects between parted lips to moisten them. Baekhyun shifts his legs on the mattress, clears his throat lazily. It’s all it takes before another moan makes itself heard, now irritated and blatant, not bothering with pretenses.
Baekhyun chuckles.
“What’s taking you so long to come here?” Jongin’s mildly shattered voice breaks the silence, cutting through it unsubtly, lacking grace, like most things Jongin do.
“You never asked,” he replies and hopes the amusement his voice drips with annoys the hell out of the younger one.
It does, and it’s obvious in the impatient grunt Jongin emits, and it makes Baekhyun grin.
“Come on,” Jongin mumbles.
“Now, that depends,” Baekhyun retorts, flattening his shirt with idle fingers. Another grunt, more frustrated, but Baekhyun makes nothing of it - Jongin should know he’s not the type to make it easier by now. “Are you warm and hard in there?”
There’s a beat, and then Jongin replies. “Yes.”
Baekhyun hums, thoughtful. “Fingers?”
“Two,” the other admits, tone hunted by audible shame. It elicits a frown from Baekhyun, but no mercy, not yet.
“Why don’t you take care of it yourself, then, Jongin ah?”
Jongin mewls and sounds needy and broken, the clear image of his two fingers curling inside him making Baekhyun’s cock stir to life.
“Hyung,” he pleads.
Baekhyun takes pity in the rise and fall of his tone, precisely exposing to him precisely how small Jongin sounds, enough even so that a sketch of the younger’s knitted brows and lips molded in a round shape - or better yet, abused by sharp teeth - surfaces on Baekhyun’s mind.
“I want you to do something, Jongin ah,” he thus says, fingertips drumming on his own lips as he pictures the other’s, mouth suddenly watery, “roll onto you back and spread your legs for me. Wide. As if I was there, watching you. Come on, do it.”
He stares at the ceiling and listens on, able to catch the small, flustered moan over the dry noise of skin on sheets, and the bed complaining against the shift of weight. Jongin spills a short hum to indicate he’s through with the assigned task.
“All bare?” Baekhyun expects a confirmation, and it comes in one single, heavy breath. “Very good. Now take your fingers off.”
That command faces bigger rejection, and Jongin purrs a refusal, probably proceeding to fuck himself deeper in a rush of despair. It comes as no surprise to Baekhyun, and he’s not a single ounce fazed.
“Off,” he insists, the determination of that word flowing into air, thick, and hovering over Jongin’s entire being. He mewls, thrashes his legs, but eventually obeys, taking both hands over his head as not to tempt himself with the proximity between his fingers and his somewhat open entrance.
Baekhyun watches his darkened figure through the corner of his eye, smiling. “What a good boy, Jongin ah,” the contentment his voice covered with is velvety and makes Jongin proud, happy to have done something right amidst the searing sensation of emptiness. “But keep your legs open, yeah? For me, keep them wide open only for me.”
This time no noises come from the younger one as he simply complies, pulling his feet apart to bare himself to no one - yet, Baekhyun’s sure the flustering is obvious on him, coloring the tanned cheeks in pink, maybe even noticeable over the darkness.
“Hold one up over your chest,” Baekhyun pushes it a little further, one step a time, slowly letting Jongin come undone. The younger one, poor thing, is already so far gone he simply hoists his right leg, hooking an arm around the back of his knee to prevent it from slanting back down.
As no further instructions come from his hyung for a short period, Jongin squirms and digs his nails into flesh, grunting his embarrassment in holding that position. Baekhyun smiles and slides a hand down his side to rest it on his groin, languidly massaging his swelling member over his sweatpants.
“Now you tell me, Jongin ah,” he mutters softly, thumb outlining his head. “What do you want me to do now that you’re all good and horny? If you tell me nicely enough, maybe I’ll comply.”
This time, Jongin’s groan is suffered and long. He’s obviously winded up enough to obey, but to speak his will… that was something they never did before. He was always the one leaning back and letting Baekhyun have his way, because he trusts Baekhyun, trusts his hyung to care for him and know better, and he was not once let down. Baekhyun always takes Jongin’s release more seriously than his own, only letting go of himself when Jongin’s last semen drop has spluttered out of him. Therefore now his stomach churns, anxious and unsure, and he gulps.
There’s a continuous, inquisitive hum that spews from Baekhyun’s throat, and it startles the youngest. He clears his throat and breathes out, “come and fuck me.”
At that, Baekhyun chuckles, and Jongin whimpers.
“Just fuck you?” he sits up on the mattress and hops off his bed, feet shuffling towards the one across the room. Jongin looks stunning, wrecked and boneless, eyes wide on Baekhyun as he approaches, body writhing with anticipation. It doesn’t even seem as if he himself remembers his erection pressed tightly against his stomach, so swollen and in obvious need of attention - not that Baekhyun intends on taking care of it anytime soon. “Shouldn’t I slide my fingers into you first, abuse that sweet spot you have deep in you? Let my fingers fuck you so slowly you’ll ache for my cock, and beg to have it inside you?”
As much as he probably wants to, Jongin doesn’t find it in himself to avert his gaze, so he limits himself to nod, accepting Baekhyun’s ultimatum, bending to his will.
“Anything hyung wants,” he whispers, a crack of voice decorating the words.
Mouth corner curled up, Baekhyun kneels onto the bed, taking in the view he was only able to glimpse in his mind, his dark mind, twisted with so many wrenching thoughts of Jongin. His submission was nearly palpable as he lay completely raw to Baekhyun, offering every last bit of himself to the older male. Leaning in, Baekhyun leaves kisses down the uplifted thigh, raising the other to a similar position.
As his lips approach Jongin’s already slick hole, he pauses, smiling against his skin just to hear the whine that inevitably slips out of the younger one.
“Aw,” he coos and it almost sounds sympathetic, but only almost. He brings his fingers down to spread the boy’s cheeks broad for him. “I’m so mean, to you, aren’t I, Jongin ah?” his chuckle caresses Jongin’s sensitive skin, sending a shudder up his body. “All you want is dick deep inside you, but I just have to make it so difficult.”
Before Jongin has time to agree or possibly argue with that, his tongue flicks over his entrance, and all the words in Jongin’s mouth are swallowed right back, forever lost. Now Baekhyun is considerably more generous, wetting and kissing and worshipping Jongin’s ass, mouth producing the most wonderful loud, slick noises Jongin could ever hope to hear. Not ever missing a beat, he lets a forefinger slide in as he licks at the rim, soaking it, taking advantage of the remains of the lube Jongin had already eased into himself.
It tastes so sweet, the faint melon flavor from the lube mixing with Jongin, and the strong scent of sex invading from his nostrils, that now touches the boy’s testicles. A helpless cry dies in Jongin throat, and he constantly gasps out for Baekhyun, moving his hips in time with the strokes of the elder’s tongue once he feels bold enough - or maybe lost enough to no longer care. A hand flies over to Baekhyun’s hair, clenching around it, and that’s when Baekhyun stops and he cries louder.
“Easy,” the older one soothes, collecting the fingers that fade into his hair, and presses a kiss to them, sucking three into his mouth. He uses his tongue to coat them with dexterous speed, and he flashes Jongin a wicked smirk as he takes two of them and guides them into the boy’s body.
Jongin whines, cheeks flushed, and doesn’t know quite what to do until Baekhyun’s hand closes around his and moves his fingers, forcing him to fuck himself on them. He watches with admiration, giving the caramel thighs supportive little kisses, and forces a third one in, earning a stretched, breathless moan. Jongin never does three, not when he’s the one fingering himself, but Baekhyun is nothing but bold.
“Touch yourself there, Jongin ah,” he says, rocking the other’s digits slowly.
“I can’t,” Jongin sobs with tears pooling in his eyes, head thrashing from side to side. He doesn’t know how to pleasure himself like Baekhyun does, he doesn’t know his own body with the meticulousness Baekhyun does. He can’t, he won’t, and he needs Baekhyun to understand, and to do it himself.
However, the older boy will have none of it.
“Like this,” Baekhyun mutters into his skin while he lifts Jongin’s hips a little so the boy will benefit from a more appropriate angle, and then bucks his hand, making the fingertips reach deeper and - Jongin has to cover his mouth not to scream and wake up their bandmates, the pleasure he gets from finding his own prostate rushing through his body. “See?” Baekhyun smiles, proud, so proud of his little boy, “you can, Jongin, you can do so many great things.”
Jongin’s fingers now move on their own, pushing deeper in that one angle he’d never managed, and he feels so good, as though sex exhaled through his pores, and it’s all because of Baekhyun, he wants to show Baekhyun how well he can pleasure himself, how much he’s grown under his caring watch.
The older one collects himself to his knees, lowering his pants to reveal his aching cock - Jongin eyes it longingly, teeth playing with his lower lip as he watches Baekhyun stroke himself.
“Hyung’s so hard,” he comments and his tone is low and sensuous, nearly breaking a groan from Baekhyun’s throat. He really is, painfully so, and they both know it’s all because of Jongin, it’s all for Jongin.
“You did very well today, Jongin ah,” the boy replies, lowering himself down to bring his hips closer to Jongin’s. He needs to say no more, as Jongin is already sliding his fingers out and broadening the space between his thighs, inviting Baekhyun in.
Jongin actually begs, please, hyung, I need it, and Baekhyun snorts, because it was never his intention to demand for a plead, but he knows Jongin gets off on it, feeling small and being controlled by a bigger ego, and that’s exactly what Baekhyun does. He shoves inside, burying himself to the hilt with a throaty groan, and offers a breathless smile when Jongin mewls and rolls his hips against that scorching pressure he loves so much.
“You did so well,” he repeats, moving nice and slow, savoring each inch of Jongin, taking in the warmth and the tightness he’s already familiar with. The youngest protests, grinding against Baekhyun in a quiet demand for speed and harshness, always thirsty for all that Baekhyun can give him. “Needy little slut, that’s what you are,” he chortles, cock twitching when Jongin hums in happy agreement, and he proceeds to bring his torso down, propping himself onto his hands as he gazes into Jongin’s half-lidded eyes.
And just like that, Jongin becomes a crying mess as Baekhyun rams into him, hard, deep, anything he moans for, Baekhyun does it better than he could ever hope for, and finally licks a stripe up his own palm and envelops Jongin’s neglected member in his hand, pumping him tight and fast. Hands come from underneath to cling onto Baekhyun’s back, pulling him down, closer, and Jongin’s lips meet his in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and saliva, and when Baekhyun parts it because he knows Jongin’s close, if the nails breaking and scraping his skin are any sign, he sees the panting clutter he’s made of the boy. It’s all there, eyes glazed over in ecstasy underneath damp, tousled bangs, cheeks flushed and mouth agape, a mouth that only knows his name, baekhyun baekhyun baekhyun - and that, ungraceful as it is, is definitely the most inhumanly beautiful Jongin will ever be, and Kai, with all his skill and art, would never even dream to compare.
Jongin rides out of his orgasm with Baekhyun still thrusting into him, just the way he likes it, and he feels so proud when he has his hyung coating his insides with semen, moaning for his ears alone. He closes his legs around Baekhyun’s thighs after the elder’s body gives and he has his face hidden in Jongin’s shoulder.
It’s always after sex that Jongin realizes how tiny Baekhyun really is, and it always hits him with a good deal of shock - he still can’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that strong, conniving man and this short, cuddly boy are one person, but in the end, he doesn’t pay it much thought.
“Do you want to sleep here?” Jongin mutters after a while, when his breath is calm and his heartbeat slowed down. As he gets no response, he runs his still slick fingers through Baekhyun’s hair with a hint of a vengeful feeling, and lolls Baekhyun’s head back to peek at his face, rolling his eyes when he realizes the boy has already drifted to peaceful, oblivious sleep.
Jongin rolls him onto his back next to him, placing his extra, smaller pillow under his head. Just before he lies back down himself to get some rest before the heavy schedules that wait for him the next day, he swipes some of his own cum off his stomach with two fingers, and feeds them to the unknowing Baekhyun, chuckling darkly when the older one contently licks at his fingers, a satisfied smirk sitting on his lips.
“Well, sweet dreams then, hyung,” he mutters and gives Baekhyun’s stomach a loving stroke right before he closes his eyes with a long, satiated yawn.