Let Me Fill Your Throat
Title: Let Me Fill Your Throat
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Summary: Who on Earth allowed Byun Baekhyun to a) selca, b) internet and c) instagram...Kris is pissed.
an: Baekhyun's selcas emotionally scar me.
an: I WANT TO THROW HIS PHONE OFF OF A CLIFF AND MAYBE HIM TOO WHILE I'M AT IT /groans/ bAEKHYUNNNN
The last thing Kris wants to see when he is uncomfortably horny is Baekhyun updating his instagram with a selca that screams "wreck me" and so Kris doesn't have to think twice before leaving his room, somehow managing to pull on a pair of trousers in the process. It's completely unnecessary, he thinks, since they'll be discarded soon anyway, but he needs to look presentable, just in case. He storms across the hallway in a barbaric manner, he is not holding back tonight, especially not after the younger male kept him at bay all week long. He had comeback stages to prepare for but so did Kris and he has decided that the "you're a major distraction, I don't want to pop a boner on stage" excuse isn't going to cut it this time. He knows Baekhyun wants it too, Kris can tell by the way he indiscreetly avoids his gaze every time they record a promo video as twelve; he can tell by the way his fingers twitch whenever Kris towers over behind him as he sits in front - the back of his head perfectly aligned with Kris' crotch.
The sigh of relief that escapes his mouth when he realises that most of the boys are still at practice makes him shudder. It just emphasizes the fact that it's been too long, his own breathing is starting to turn himself on, it is starting to scare him. And it's all Baekhyun's fault, it's always Baekhyun's fault. He innocently struts around the dressing room knowing full well that if Kris could he would take him right there and then. But Kris merely watches, feeling the knot in his stomach twist further with anticipation, the prospect that once when he finally places his hands on Baekhyun's supple skin it would be the end of this torture. The waiting would be worth it. He isn't even surprised to find Chanyeol snuffling away on the sofa in the corner of the living room, it is as if the star have aligned and they are all holding up banners that say "GO FUCK HIM KRIS, GO GET THAT ASS!". The brisk walk to Baekhyun's room makes him uncharacteristicly nervous, he gives himself a pep talk as quietly as he can while he clutches the handle and breathes in deep, "it's showtime" he whispers to himself.
What he didn't imagine , however, is Baekhyun to be studying. After standing there like a clueless duckling for a good few minutes the realisation dawns upon him that it isn't a book he is reading but a script. Baekhyun doesnt turn around despite Kris' loud wheezing, his earphones creating a barrier between them. The contrast between his black earphones and his almost translucent skin makes Kris groan and he has observed enough. Kris let's one of his hands reach under Baekhyun's swivel chair, pulling the lever quickly so that Baekhyun is now shrieking but at least he is in a more befitting position, his face is where it ought to be. "Kris, what exactly do you think your doing?!" Baekhyun mumbles agitatedly but the wrinkles around his mouth tell Kris otherwise. Kris hunches over till his mouth reaches Baekhyun's left ear and grumbles a "you know exactly what I'm doing Baek, you know" before devouring it. He can feel the younger male let out a shaky sigh and what seems like a "finally" before Kris kisses him painfully, teeth tugging at his tongue, philtrums crushing against one another. Baekhyun pulls away in an attempt to catch his breath but Kris refuses to let go, his fingers tracing the bite marks on Baekhyun's lips, a smirk rising on his face.
He pushes his hips forward to make the outline of his dick even more apparent and Baekhyun simply smiles. The moan that erupts from within him when feels thin fingers covering his bulge is so loud that he is sure Chanyeol will walk in on them any minute now. But Baekhyun continues to stroke his groin, his thumb creating circles near the zipper, his teeth pulling it down. Getting Kris out of his trousers proves to be quite a tricky task but once the trousers find themselves a home on Baekhyun's floor, Baekhyun is already pulling out Kris' dick slopilly into his mouth, tongue swirling around the leaking head. The way Kris pulls his hair, the way his fingernails scrape his scalp, tell him that that was the correct thing to do. His hands accommodate the rest of Kris' length, stroking every inch, the throbbing keeping Baekhyun's palms warm and cosy. He feels Kris grow rapidly inside his mouth but this only makes Baekhyun suck deeper. Kris clearly did not plan this because his long pubic hairs are starting to tickle Baekhyun's nostrils, the giggles vibrate against his lips and make Kris whine Baekhyun's name out loud. He lets his teeth graze gently on the underside of Kris' dick, the taller man moans a stream of curses but Baekhyun is concious of the fact that if Kris were to jerk now he'd be in more pain than anything else and so he places his mouth back on the tip. Kris starts to lose focus every time Baekhyun engulfs him, every thrust forward produces an uncontrollable surge of satisfaction throughout his body. He trembles knowing that he is close, pushing Baekhyun's head closer and closer towards his pelvis and he doesn't stop even when he hears Baekhyun simultaneously sob and gag. Baekhyun muffles a "stop" but continues tracing the veins on Kris' dick with his tongue as his mouth roots itself further; Kris leans against the desk, trying not to give in to the ground. Baekhyun is now all but crying as he moves hungrily, choking whenever Kris' member nips at the back of his throat. As Baekhyun is blowing raspberries along his length, his hands caress Kris' balls, that is when Kris cracks, spilling all over Baekhyun's face; grunting a slurred "fuck, Baek...fuck" as he attempts to recoup himself. The sound of Baekhyun lapping at his skin, complaining that his throat burns but carrying on to taste every little droplet of come is arousing Kris once again but he came here with a will and now it's time for him to make his way. Kris pulls Baekhyun up, wiping the younger male's face with his long sleeves, chastely kissing the plump of his upper lip. "Two can play at this game Baek, you're going to have to wait" and with a wink he leaves Baekhyun dumbfounded and extremely hard.
Someone needed to teach that boy a lesson, it's not nice to tease.
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Summary: Who on Earth allowed Byun Baekhyun to a) selca, b) internet and c) instagram...Kris is pissed.
an: Baekhyun's selcas emotionally scar me.
an: I WANT TO THROW HIS PHONE OFF OF A CLIFF AND MAYBE HIM TOO WHILE I'M AT IT /groans/ bAEKHYUNNNN
The last thing Kris wants to see when he is uncomfortably horny is Baekhyun updating his instagram with a selca that screams "wreck me" and so Kris doesn't have to think twice before leaving his room, somehow managing to pull on a pair of trousers in the process. It's completely unnecessary, he thinks, since they'll be discarded soon anyway, but he needs to look presentable, just in case. He storms across the hallway in a barbaric manner, he is not holding back tonight, especially not after the younger male kept him at bay all week long. He had comeback stages to prepare for but so did Kris and he has decided that the "you're a major distraction, I don't want to pop a boner on stage" excuse isn't going to cut it this time. He knows Baekhyun wants it too, Kris can tell by the way he indiscreetly avoids his gaze every time they record a promo video as twelve; he can tell by the way his fingers twitch whenever Kris towers over behind him as he sits in front - the back of his head perfectly aligned with Kris' crotch.
The sigh of relief that escapes his mouth when he realises that most of the boys are still at practice makes him shudder. It just emphasizes the fact that it's been too long, his own breathing is starting to turn himself on, it is starting to scare him. And it's all Baekhyun's fault, it's always Baekhyun's fault. He innocently struts around the dressing room knowing full well that if Kris could he would take him right there and then. But Kris merely watches, feeling the knot in his stomach twist further with anticipation, the prospect that once when he finally places his hands on Baekhyun's supple skin it would be the end of this torture. The waiting would be worth it. He isn't even surprised to find Chanyeol snuffling away on the sofa in the corner of the living room, it is as if the star have aligned and they are all holding up banners that say "GO FUCK HIM KRIS, GO GET THAT ASS!". The brisk walk to Baekhyun's room makes him uncharacteristicly nervous, he gives himself a pep talk as quietly as he can while he clutches the handle and breathes in deep, "it's showtime" he whispers to himself.
What he didn't imagine , however, is Baekhyun to be studying. After standing there like a clueless duckling for a good few minutes the realisation dawns upon him that it isn't a book he is reading but a script. Baekhyun doesnt turn around despite Kris' loud wheezing, his earphones creating a barrier between them. The contrast between his black earphones and his almost translucent skin makes Kris groan and he has observed enough. Kris let's one of his hands reach under Baekhyun's swivel chair, pulling the lever quickly so that Baekhyun is now shrieking but at least he is in a more befitting position, his face is where it ought to be. "Kris, what exactly do you think your doing?!" Baekhyun mumbles agitatedly but the wrinkles around his mouth tell Kris otherwise. Kris hunches over till his mouth reaches Baekhyun's left ear and grumbles a "you know exactly what I'm doing Baek, you know" before devouring it. He can feel the younger male let out a shaky sigh and what seems like a "finally" before Kris kisses him painfully, teeth tugging at his tongue, philtrums crushing against one another. Baekhyun pulls away in an attempt to catch his breath but Kris refuses to let go, his fingers tracing the bite marks on Baekhyun's lips, a smirk rising on his face.
He pushes his hips forward to make the outline of his dick even more apparent and Baekhyun simply smiles. The moan that erupts from within him when feels thin fingers covering his bulge is so loud that he is sure Chanyeol will walk in on them any minute now. But Baekhyun continues to stroke his groin, his thumb creating circles near the zipper, his teeth pulling it down. Getting Kris out of his trousers proves to be quite a tricky task but once the trousers find themselves a home on Baekhyun's floor, Baekhyun is already pulling out Kris' dick slopilly into his mouth, tongue swirling around the leaking head. The way Kris pulls his hair, the way his fingernails scrape his scalp, tell him that that was the correct thing to do. His hands accommodate the rest of Kris' length, stroking every inch, the throbbing keeping Baekhyun's palms warm and cosy. He feels Kris grow rapidly inside his mouth but this only makes Baekhyun suck deeper. Kris clearly did not plan this because his long pubic hairs are starting to tickle Baekhyun's nostrils, the giggles vibrate against his lips and make Kris whine Baekhyun's name out loud. He lets his teeth graze gently on the underside of Kris' dick, the taller man moans a stream of curses but Baekhyun is concious of the fact that if Kris were to jerk now he'd be in more pain than anything else and so he places his mouth back on the tip. Kris starts to lose focus every time Baekhyun engulfs him, every thrust forward produces an uncontrollable surge of satisfaction throughout his body. He trembles knowing that he is close, pushing Baekhyun's head closer and closer towards his pelvis and he doesn't stop even when he hears Baekhyun simultaneously sob and gag. Baekhyun muffles a "stop" but continues tracing the veins on Kris' dick with his tongue as his mouth roots itself further; Kris leans against the desk, trying not to give in to the ground. Baekhyun is now all but crying as he moves hungrily, choking whenever Kris' member nips at the back of his throat. As Baekhyun is blowing raspberries along his length, his hands caress Kris' balls, that is when Kris cracks, spilling all over Baekhyun's face; grunting a slurred "fuck, Baek...fuck" as he attempts to recoup himself. The sound of Baekhyun lapping at his skin, complaining that his throat burns but carrying on to taste every little droplet of come is arousing Kris once again but he came here with a will and now it's time for him to make his way. Kris pulls Baekhyun up, wiping the younger male's face with his long sleeves, chastely kissing the plump of his upper lip. "Two can play at this game Baek, you're going to have to wait" and with a wink he leaves Baekhyun dumbfounded and extremely hard.
Someone needed to teach that boy a lesson, it's not nice to tease.