let my fingers do the talking
let my fingers do the talking | exo | baekhyun/tao | 800~ | in which Baekhyun fucks Zitao with his fingers (fingerfucking)
blame deasyellow, and that compilation of Baekhyun's fingers. and my weakness for pliant!zitao
Baekhyun likes the way Zitao falls apart in his arms; revels in the way Zitao is soft and pliant underneath his eager hands. That’s something about breaking Zitao into pieces that appeals to him, something about taking someone seemingly so confident when performing and reducing him into a shuddering mess with just Baekhyun’s fingers in his ass.
“Hyung”, Zitao gasps, bounded hands flexing desperately. His arms are stretch to the bed post behind him, held tight by one of Baekhyun’s belt. The buckle digs into his skin every time he shifts too much.
Baekhyun has a finger in Zitao’s ass, and he’s surprised at how tight Zitao still is, considering that they do this a lot. He likes the tight heat surrounding his finger, and he curls it slightly, watches as Zitao hips buck, arms twisting even as metal bites into soft skin.
He pulls his finger out; amused at the way Zitao tries to shift down, to hold him in place. Baekhyun coats a generous amount of lube on his hand, and pushes the same finger back in. Baekhyun might be small in frame, but his fingers are thin and long, and he has had practice, knows how to manipulate them to make Zitao squirm. His finger is almost knuckle-deep, and Zitao continues to breathe erratically, arms sporadically struggling.
“Open for me, Zitao,” Baekhyun says, as he wriggles his finger, and watches as Zitao whimpers. Zitao push his legs open more, and Baekhyun takes a second to admire the view of Zitao spread open for him, wanton and willing.
He pushes another finger in, and it’s easier than he expects, especially since Zitao is already open and wet with lube. He scissors his fingers in Zitao’s ass, before he fucks him with them slowly, pulling them out till it’s only the tips of his fingers in Zitao, and then pushing them back in almost immediately.
There is a rhythm soon, Baekhyun’s fingers fucking Zitao while the latter thrusts upwards to meet them, and soon Zitao is fucking himself on Baekhyun’s fingers, ass obscenely jerking into the air.
It’s an easy slide now, Baekhyun’s fingers fucking Zitao deep and slow. Zitao’s eyes are close, hips continuously thrusting up in the air. He looks lost in sensation.
“More. Baekhyun,” Zitao manages to say, voice shaky. He stills as Baekhyun adds a third finger, and it slips almost easily in into Zitao’s fucked hole. Baekhyun likes that he is able to open up Zitao like this, to touch him at the most intimate of places and bring him pleasure. His fingers search inside Zitao and he knows he has found the spot when Zitao keens, arms once again trying to pull free.
Baekhyun crooks his fingers, over and over against Zitao’s prostrate, and Zitao is making the most ridiculous of sounds, an intoxicating concoction of desperation and pleasure. He ruts against the bed, trying to bring himself off as Baekhyun continues to stroke inside him.
They have done this enough times that Baekhyun knows when Zitao is at the edge of coming, and then he stops his fingers. Zitao whines underneath him, still rubbing himself against the bed, but Baekhyun uses his free hand to press on his lower back.
“Baekhyun,” Zitao groans, even as Baekhyun fucks his loose hole easily, but avoiding the prostrate. This is Baekhyun’s favourite part. He likes to wait for Zitao to beg him. He twists his fingers, curls them, opens Zitao up even more, despite the fact Zitao is near tears, the only thing leaving his lips a trail of his name, Baekhyun Baekhyun Baekhyun.
When the first please escapes from Zitao’s lips in a whisper, Baekhyun crooks his fingers so they hit the spot, and Zitao bucks again.
“Please, please, please,” Zitao repeats, too lost in sensation to care about things like pride or face. He is bucking up against Baekhyun’s fingers almost desperately, fingers trying to clutch air.
Zitao comes after a particularly hard thrust, Baekhyun’s fingers slightly curled, and nail running against his prostrate. He tightens around Baekhyun’s fingers, goes rigid, and comes with Baekhyun’s name at the tip of his lips.
Baekhyun leans down to kiss at the back of Zitao’s thigh, sucking a bruise in as well. Zitao is silent, body limp.
Baekhyun reaches past Zitao’s body to undo the belt holding Zitao in place. He kisses the bruises marred into Zitao’s wrists, licks them even as the taste of copper fills is mouth. Zitao whimpers and tries to pull his hands away, but he’s too tired to give it any real force.
“You haven’t come yet, hyung,” Zitao says quietly, and Baekhyun notices he’s hard, boxers jutting out in an obscene manner.
“Why don’t you help me?” he asks, fingers already finding Zitao’s wrist.
Zitao complies.
- apparently all i want to write now is porn
- porn only porn
- rolls away (like a buffalo)
- idek
- also this is my first time writing anything like this did i even get it right ugh.
- bye i quit life
blame deasyellow, and that compilation of Baekhyun's fingers. and my weakness for pliant!zitao
Baekhyun likes the way Zitao falls apart in his arms; revels in the way Zitao is soft and pliant underneath his eager hands. That’s something about breaking Zitao into pieces that appeals to him, something about taking someone seemingly so confident when performing and reducing him into a shuddering mess with just Baekhyun’s fingers in his ass.
“Hyung”, Zitao gasps, bounded hands flexing desperately. His arms are stretch to the bed post behind him, held tight by one of Baekhyun’s belt. The buckle digs into his skin every time he shifts too much.
Baekhyun has a finger in Zitao’s ass, and he’s surprised at how tight Zitao still is, considering that they do this a lot. He likes the tight heat surrounding his finger, and he curls it slightly, watches as Zitao hips buck, arms twisting even as metal bites into soft skin.
He pulls his finger out; amused at the way Zitao tries to shift down, to hold him in place. Baekhyun coats a generous amount of lube on his hand, and pushes the same finger back in. Baekhyun might be small in frame, but his fingers are thin and long, and he has had practice, knows how to manipulate them to make Zitao squirm. His finger is almost knuckle-deep, and Zitao continues to breathe erratically, arms sporadically struggling.
“Open for me, Zitao,” Baekhyun says, as he wriggles his finger, and watches as Zitao whimpers. Zitao push his legs open more, and Baekhyun takes a second to admire the view of Zitao spread open for him, wanton and willing.
He pushes another finger in, and it’s easier than he expects, especially since Zitao is already open and wet with lube. He scissors his fingers in Zitao’s ass, before he fucks him with them slowly, pulling them out till it’s only the tips of his fingers in Zitao, and then pushing them back in almost immediately.
There is a rhythm soon, Baekhyun’s fingers fucking Zitao while the latter thrusts upwards to meet them, and soon Zitao is fucking himself on Baekhyun’s fingers, ass obscenely jerking into the air.
It’s an easy slide now, Baekhyun’s fingers fucking Zitao deep and slow. Zitao’s eyes are close, hips continuously thrusting up in the air. He looks lost in sensation.
“More. Baekhyun,” Zitao manages to say, voice shaky. He stills as Baekhyun adds a third finger, and it slips almost easily in into Zitao’s fucked hole. Baekhyun likes that he is able to open up Zitao like this, to touch him at the most intimate of places and bring him pleasure. His fingers search inside Zitao and he knows he has found the spot when Zitao keens, arms once again trying to pull free.
Baekhyun crooks his fingers, over and over against Zitao’s prostrate, and Zitao is making the most ridiculous of sounds, an intoxicating concoction of desperation and pleasure. He ruts against the bed, trying to bring himself off as Baekhyun continues to stroke inside him.
They have done this enough times that Baekhyun knows when Zitao is at the edge of coming, and then he stops his fingers. Zitao whines underneath him, still rubbing himself against the bed, but Baekhyun uses his free hand to press on his lower back.
“Baekhyun,” Zitao groans, even as Baekhyun fucks his loose hole easily, but avoiding the prostrate. This is Baekhyun’s favourite part. He likes to wait for Zitao to beg him. He twists his fingers, curls them, opens Zitao up even more, despite the fact Zitao is near tears, the only thing leaving his lips a trail of his name, Baekhyun Baekhyun Baekhyun.
When the first please escapes from Zitao’s lips in a whisper, Baekhyun crooks his fingers so they hit the spot, and Zitao bucks again.
“Please, please, please,” Zitao repeats, too lost in sensation to care about things like pride or face. He is bucking up against Baekhyun’s fingers almost desperately, fingers trying to clutch air.
Zitao comes after a particularly hard thrust, Baekhyun’s fingers slightly curled, and nail running against his prostrate. He tightens around Baekhyun’s fingers, goes rigid, and comes with Baekhyun’s name at the tip of his lips.
Baekhyun leans down to kiss at the back of Zitao’s thigh, sucking a bruise in as well. Zitao is silent, body limp.
Baekhyun reaches past Zitao’s body to undo the belt holding Zitao in place. He kisses the bruises marred into Zitao’s wrists, licks them even as the taste of copper fills is mouth. Zitao whimpers and tries to pull his hands away, but he’s too tired to give it any real force.
“You haven’t come yet, hyung,” Zitao says quietly, and Baekhyun notices he’s hard, boxers jutting out in an obscene manner.
“Why don’t you help me?” he asks, fingers already finding Zitao’s wrist.
Zitao complies.
- apparently all i want to write now is porn
- porn only porn
- rolls away (like a buffalo)
- idek
- also this is my first time writing anything like this did i even get it right ugh.
- bye i quit life