[Fic] Hard On The Stick
Title: Hard On The Stick
Pairing: Baekhyun/Joonmyun, Baekhyun/EXO
Rating: NC-17
Length: 9k
Author's Note: A birthday fic for our dear Baekhyun. Also a gift to my precious bambi_lu
Warnings: this is a gangbang that includes baekhyun, rimming, double penetration, baekhyun, with mild elements of orgasm denial and come-play. and not so mild baekhyun. (practice safe sex ppl)
Summary: Baekhyun has been acting out for attention so his boyfriend lets him have all the attention he's been demanding.
Baekhyun’s always had a mouth on him. More often than not, it gets him into trouble, but sometimes Baekhyun finds himself lucky enough for something to go right. It was running off at the mouth that landed Baekhyun the boyfriend of the century. Joonmyun, to most, may seem like a boring, vanilla type of business man, but Baekhyun knows what lurks under the surface of that calm demeanor.
For all his polite smiles and pleasantries, Joonmyun is exactly the type of commanding presence Baekhyun needs in his life to keep him from getting in over his head. Baekhyun knows he can count on Joonmyun to be there when he screws up, to get him out of a sticky situation and, when Baekhyun's really earned it, to punish him.
Lately, Joonmyun's been busy with a project at work - one that takes him from home and keeps him cooped up in his office for at least eighteen hours a day and no matter how much Baekhyun claims to understand, it doesn't make him any less frustrated. Joonmyun hasn't touched him in over a week and for Baekhyun, that's far too long. He's been trying to garner a reaction out of his boyfriend the last six days and has gotten nothing more than a kiss on the top of his head when Joonmyun gets home from work and another when Joonmyun leaves in the morning.
Baekhyun shuffles into the spacious apartment he shares with Joonmyun with a pathetic sigh, his fingers already working to pull his tie loose so he can run it over his head. It dangles around his arm, falling to rest in the crook of his elbow when he begins opening the buttons on his shirt. His shoes are left at the door and his shoulders slump as he putters down to his bedroom. It's been a long day and what he needs right now is Joonmyun, but Joonmyun is never home this early anymore.
Baekhyun pouts. This just isn't fair.
He's in full-on moping mode when he makes it to his bedroom, stopping short when he sees Joonmyun pacing on the other side of the room, phone to his ear and voice low as he speaks to whoever is on the other line. Baekhyun's mouth goes dry. Joonmyun is still in his black slacks and top, his blond hair styled to perfection and Baekhyun's always had a thing for well dressed men. He can only hope that Joonmyun plans on staying home the rest of the night because Baekhyun has plans for his dick.
Joonmyun doesn't so much as look at Baekhyun until he's finished with his call, phone tossed onto the nightstand as he gives Baekhyun a once over with his eyes. "Come here," Joonmyun commands, tilting his head, and the tone of his voice has Baekhyun's cock twitching in interest and body absolutely tingling with anticipation.
He does as he's told without hesitation, standing in front of Joonmyun after only a few strides over the carpet. Baekhyun tries to lean in for a kiss - a proper one seeing as it's been so long since he's felt the softness of Joonmyun's lips on his own - but Joonmyun stops him with a hand on his chest.
"On your knees."
Baekhyun swallows, a curl of arousal flickering in his stomach as he drops to the floor. When he gazes up, he sees Joonmyun looking down at him, his lips pursed into a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed. Tentatively, Baekhyun reaches out, his hands landing just above Joonmyun's knees. He watches for a reaction, letting his fingers trail up Joonmyun's strong thighs until he squeezes the firm flesh just under his groin. Joonmyun doesn't stop him, but he doesn't encourage him either. It's almost as if he's judging, deciding if he likes what Baekhyun's doing.
Baekhyun pushes his face against the front of Joonmyun's slacks, pleased that he can feel the outline of Joonmyun's hardening cock against his cheek. He licks over the expensive tailored fabric, keeping his eyes on Joonmyun's face. Baekhyun knows he looks pretty as he mouths at Joonmyun's cock, teeth scraping when he slides down and back up.
Joonmyun's expression may not change, but he's betrayed by the pink flourishing across his cheeks and the clenching of his jaw and Baekhyun uses it to his advantage. He lets out a soft moan, dipping low to nuzzle against Joonmyun's balls, eyes half-lidded as he puts on a show for his lover. Baekhyun slips loose the button on Joonmyun's pants, pausing only to ensure Joonmyun isn't going to stop him before running down the zipper.
Saliva pools under Baekhyun's tongue when he gets Joonmyun's slacks around his ankles, Joonmyun's cock standing tall and thick because he hadn't been wearing underwear. Baekhyun moans, wrapping dainty fingers around the base of Joonmyun's cock to pull it straight so he can lick at the head. The tip of his tongue teases around the crown, the taste one that he's missed and Baekhyun swallows it down with an appreciative noise.
Baekhyun wants to play, to drag this out, but Joonmyun seems to have other ideas. One hand grips Baekhyun by the hair roughly as the other pries open his mouth, two fingers pushing harshly on his chin. Baekhyun's jaw goes slack and his surprised gasp is muffled by Joonmyun stuffing his mouth full of cock.
"Be a good boy, won't you?" Joonmyun says, his voice gruff and deep.
And Baekhyun, eager to please, runs his tongue along the underside of Joonmyun's cock as his mouth is stretched wide. Joonmyun's cock hits the back of his throat and Baekhyun's fingers scrabble to get his own pants off, to get a hand on his dick before he comes in his underwear like a hormonal teenager.
Joonmyun forces Baekhyun's head back by his hair, his cock falling from Baekhyun's lips. "No touching," Joonmyun commands and Baekhyun stills instantly with a small whimper. "Only good boys get to touch and you haven't been good, have you?"
The question leaves no doubt that Joonmyun already knows about Baekhyun's behavior during the week, but Baekhyun answers anyway with a shake of his head. Joonmyun, satisfied with the answer, pushes his cock into Baekhyun's mouth again, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace as his fingers tighten in Baekhyun's hair.
"Do you know how many calls I've gotten at work about you?" Joonmyun inquires, holding Baekhyun still when his cock is buried in his mouth. It's hot and thick and heavy on Baekhyun's tongue and he wants more, so much more. "You've been acting out, misbehaving all for a little attention." Joonmyun clucks his tongue and Baekhyun nearly gags as his cock pushes further toward the back of his throat.
There are footsteps in the hall and Baekhyun panics, his heart racing and he tries to pull away, but Joonmyun holds fast. He looks up at Joonmyun desperately in question and gets a sly smirk that has his cock throbbing painfully. Joonmyun's eyes promise so much before they flicker toward whoever is now in their bedroom.
"Right on time," Joonmyun rumbles and Baekhyun tries to turn his head to see, but he can't. The grip Joonmyun has on his hair tightens and he lets out a choked noise of pain even as the sensation sweeps hot and cold down his sensitive body. Joonmyun's always known how much Baekhyun can take, has tested the limits thoroughly and Baekhyun trusts him without question.
Despite the presence of someone else in the room, Baekhyun focuses his attention on Joonmyun's cock. Baekhyun's never balked at trying to get into Joonmyun's pants in public before, so this isn't much of a distraction. There's saliva gathering on the corners of his lips that's wiped away when Joonmyun begins moving again, thrusting in and out of Baekhyun's mouth a little faster than before. Baekhyun breathes in deep through his nose and swallows every other time Joonmyun's cock reaches the back of his throat.
There's noise in the background and Baekhyun finds himself turned on even more when he realizes there's more than one person in their room. It's a rush, the thought of holding power over their visitors with the way he lets Joonmyun fuck his mouth, how pink and puffy his lips must look wrapped around the girth of Joonmyun's cock. Baekhyun has seen pictures of how he looks like this, knows they're stored in Joonmyun's phone and he moans loud enough for everyone to hear.
If Joonmyun wants to show him off, Baekhyun will gladly step into the spotlight.
Joonmyun twists his fingers in Baekhyun's hair and thumbs over the way his cock pushes against Baekhyun's cheek. "Since you wanted so much attention," Joonmyun begins, letting his cock slip from Baekhyun's mouth for just a second before he's sliding it back in, "I've decided to give you all the attention you deserve."
A chill runs up Baekhyun's spine and he whimpers, moaning loud when Joonmyun fucks his mouth hard and fast. His jaw is beginning to ache and the floor is unforgiving on his knees, but Baekhyun can't deny how much he loves when Joonmyun is rough with him. He tries to keep up, spit running down his chin and throat working to keep the suction tight around Joonmyun's cock.
Baekhyun whines in protest when Joonmyun pulls out of his mouth and fists his cock, fingers tight and fast as he jerks off. He keeps Baekhyun still by his hair and steps forward, breathing out a low groan when he finally comes. Thick, white streaks of come land on Baekhyun's face; it's warm as it slides down his cheeks and toward his lips where Baekhyun works to lick it all into his mouth greedily.
Joonmyun tugs Baekhyun off the floor, his knees creaking in protest. Baekhyun is turned around, the warmth of Joonmyun's body comforting against his back as he sucks in a sharp breath. In front of him are people he's known for years, the people he knows he can get away with being an asshole to, and they're all crowded on one side of his bedroom with only the bed between them as Joonmyun breathes into Baekhyun's ear. "You have their attention, Baekhyun," Joonmyun purrs. "And you're going to pay them back for being a spoiled brat with your body until I think it's enough."
Baekhyun's breath catches and he licks over his sore, swollen lips as his greedy eyes drink in the other men in the room. Some of them have had apologies owed to them for a while now; Minseok and Lu Han are their neighbors and even if Baekhyun knows their bedroom is just on the other side of the bathroom wall, it doesn't stop him from singing loud and obnoxiously at five in the morning while he showers, waking them both up until they pound on the wall to get him to shut up. And then there's Chanyeol, the building handyman who Baekhyun calls at least weekly with some trivial problem he's caused himself because he loves to run the temperature up and watch as Chanyeol soaks through his tanktop as he works. (Baekhyun's a sucker for muscles and while he'd never ever cheat on Joonmyun, it doesn't stop him from daydreaming about Chanyeol's strong arms glistening with sweat.)
There's also Yixing - a friend of theirs who runs the coffee shop they both frequent. Baekhyun had been belligerent when ordering the most crazy of concoctions and then insisting it was wrong and tried to force himself behind the counter to do it himself a few days ago. He'd been tossed out by his ear, his pouting getting him nowhere, but at least he'd been allowed back in the following morning when he promised not to do it again.
Sehun and Jongin, well, Baekhyun had accidentally broken their widescreen television with a game controller when he'd lost. He'd been slightly inebriated, trying to drink away his loneliness on their couch, but that backfired and they'd kicked him out of their apartment and into a cab to go home and sleep it off. (He keeps meaning to talk to Joonmyun about getting them a new television, but there's never any time.)
Jongdae, poor poor underpaid Jongdae who works as Joonmyun’s personal assistant - poor Jongdae who has to answer every call Baekhyun makes to the office, begging for Joonmyun to come home. Baekhyun’s been very detailed this last week of the things he wants Joonmyun to come home to do to him, insisting Jongdae scribble down every single word and hand the note to Joonmyun after. Perhaps the I want him to fill me with come and then plug me up so I can walk around with him inside me all day had been over the top, but he does have to admit that Jongdae took the treatment like a champ.
And when Baekhyun wasn’t bemoaning his lack of a sex life to Joonmyun’s assistant, he was whining about it to Kyungsoo, his coworker who sits in the cubicle across from him. Kyungsoo has had to endure Baekhyun’s very visual pantomiming of what he wants to do with his boyfriend while still meeting his deadlines. It’s honestly a miracle that Baekhyun hadn’t ended up with one of Kyungsoo’s expensive pens stuck in the back of his hand. Or his eye socket.
Zitao is the ridiculously sweet and exceptionally hot delivery boy that Baekhyun’s had over every night this week because he was too depressed to cook his own meals. Not only has he begged for Zitao to come inside and just keep him company for a while, but he’s also had Zitao stop at other stores along the way to his house because Baekhyun was a little too tipsy for driving . . . or walking . . . or doing much of anything and he needed ice cream to go along with the tragic drama in spanish playing on television. He doesn’t know a lick of spanish, but he knows tragic angst when he sees it.
Yifan is one of Joonmyun’s friends from college and the only one in attendance who Baekhyun hasn’t slighted in some way this past week. Baekhyun reasons he’s mostly here because Joonmyun knows how much Baekhyun’s been gagging to get his hands, mouth, ass, anything really around Yifan’s dick. Sometimes Joonmyun likes to listen to Baekhyun talk about other men he wants to fuck while his ass is stuffed full of Joonmyun’s cock. It gets them both off and Joonmyun’s never been insecure. Probably because he knows his cock is Baekhyun’s favorite.
The fact that none of them seem bothered by this and that they’re all eyeing him with unconcealed interest, has Baekhyun feeling quite pleased. He is a fine piece of ass and he knows it.
Joonmyun takes Baekhyun by his chin and turns his head as his lips brush over Baekhyun’s ear. “They all know both safewords. Use them at any time,” he whispers, giving Baekhyun a fond pat on the butt. Baekhyun’s had two safewords since his third date with Joonmyun when they didn’t quite make it out of the restaurant and Joonmyun had plugged his ass in the bathroom until he could get Baekhyun back to his place to finish the job. One word puts an end to an action while the other word halts everything altogether. It gives Baekhyun a safety net, a means to opt out if he wants. Baekhyun’s eyes roam over the buffet of men - and dick - all waiting to fuck him open, and he highly doubts he’ll be calling any of this off.
Baekhyun is still distressingly covered in clothing when Joonmyun pushes him forward onto the bed. The mattress bounces under his weight and he groans into the comforter - the one that smells like Joonmyun’s bodywash - as his cock rubs uncomfortably in his briefs. He’s still hard from having Joonmyun’s cock in his mouth and his dick throbs in impatience, legs spreading on their own.
The weight of Joonmyun’s palm stings when he slaps Baekhyun’s thigh and there’s several soft chuckles that filter through the room. Baekhyun wishes he could see who it was, but his face is pushed into baby blue and Joonmyun is now reaching around to unbutton Baekhyun’s pants. “Be good,” he rumbles in Baekhyun’s ear. “And maybe I’ll fill you with my cock when they’re done with you.”
Baekhyun shudders, toes curling in the carpet.
The mattress dips in front of him and Baekhyun’s curiosity is left to simmer in the background because Joonmyun has pulled his pants down, fingers hooked around the edges to drag his briefs with them. He’s left bare, ass in the air and his button-up pooled just under his armpits because of his position. The air is cool and he shivers, groaning lightly at the ease of pressure from around his cock. He whimpers when the heat of Joonmyun’s body disappears, hissing through his teeth when someone else takes his place.
Baekhyun turns his head to find Joonmyun leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest as he watches. There’s a look of disinterest on his handsome face and Baekhyun wants to make it crack.
Slick fingers slip up the cleft of Baekhyun’s ass and he groans, dragging his lower lip into his teeth to bite down. The person behind him and the one in front of him collaborate to get Baekhyun repositioned, face still down but now his knees are on the bed and he’s spread wide, pants and underwear dangling on an ankle.
He’s not even naked when the man behind him begins stretching his ass open. It leaves Baekhyun feeling a little used, dirty, nothing more than a tool to get off inside. And he loves it. Precome trickles from the tip of his dick and to the comforter, his hips rocking back on the two fingers now pumping in and out of him.
“Sehunnie’s fingers aren’t as pretty as yours,” comes Jongin’s voice from in front of Baekhyun. “But he knows how to use them.”
Baekhyun inhales sharply now that he knows it’s Sehun behind him, Sehun with his fingers spreading inside his ass and his other hand holding his cheeks open. Jongin seems to enjoy watching, his hands trailing down Baekhyun’s back until his spine is curving toward the bed. And then Jongin’s hands are holding Baekhyun’s cheeks apart and Baekhyun feels Sehun’s fingers slip from him.
It’s Jongin who moans the loudest when the crown of Sehun’s cock slips through the mess of lube and finally through Baekhyun’s stretched rim. Baekhyun claws at the blanket beneath him, breath caught in his lungs as he waits for Sehun to push all the way in. It feels like it takes forever. Sehun’s cock must be just like the rest of him - long. And it fills Baekhyun so nicely. It’s wonderful to have a cock up his ass again after waiting so long.
He wiggles his hips and Sehun’s nails dig into his waist, a low groan spilling from the man’s lips as Baekhyun makes himself comfortable. Jongin is still leaning over Baekhyun, probably admiring how pretty his rim looks stretched around Sehun’s cock. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jongin is taking a picture of it on Sehun’s phone for him.
When Sehun moves, he does it with purpose. His bony hips are almost painful, but Baekhyun has enough padding on his ass and thighs to take it. The pleasure overrides any mild discomfort and Baekhyun is left with his mouth open, eyes glazed over as he stares at Joonmyun watching the way Sehun’s cock is plunging relentlessly into his ass. He was expecting Sehun to ease into it, but this - this is better.
The absence of Jongin in front of him gives Baekhyun the opportunity to raise onto his elbows, pushing back into Sehun’s thrusts as his head hangs, moans spilling from his lips. Everything feels so good and Baekhyun arches more into it, ass high in the air and thighs spreading more just to take Sehun in that much deeper.
The loss of Sehun’s cock inside him is jarring and Baekhyun gasps, whining aloud until Sehun turns him over, Baekhyun’s pants finally falling to the floor. Baekhyun blinks the ceiling into focus, head tipping back and a loud moan filling the room when Sehun slides so easily back inside him. His hands grasp the blankets beside his head and he shifts down, using the leverage to fuck himself harder, faster. Sehun keeps his hands on Baekhyun’s hips, fingers bruising. Beside them, Jongin has stripped down and Baekhyun is the fortunate witness of Jongin’s tongue darting between Sehun’s lips. The two of them have always been an attractive pair and Baekhyun’s cock jerks at the sight of them making out as Sehun fucks him.
Jongin turns to Baekhyun, an almost smirk on his plump, kiss swollen lips. “Hold on to me,” he says.
Baekhyun can’t take his eyes off the way Jongin’s body moves when he swings a leg over Baekhyun’s stomach. He’s facing Sehun, leaving Baekhyun with the stunning view of his ass, round cheeks that are now grinding down on Baekhyun’s cock. It’s distracting and Baekhyun’s grabs on to Jongin’s hips, hissing at the friction as Jongin fists their cocks together. It would be too much if Sehun hadn’t stopped thrusting, but he’s balls deep inside Baekhyun and unmoving, watching.
Sehun runs his hands down the insides of Baekhyun’s thighs, holding them open wide as Jongin raises onto his knees. Something close to a scream chokes out of Baekhyun’s throat when Jongin sinks onto his cock. He’s so slick and hot and he’s clenching around Baekhyun’s cock so deliciously tight. Baekhyun wasn’t prepared for that. His nails dig crescents into Jongin’s hips, his entire body locked rigid as Jongin squirms.
And because Sehun and Jongin have always been a pair of brats, they begin moving as one. Jongin lifts off Baekhyun’s cock as Sehun pulls out. Then Jongin drops and Sehun thrusts forward. Baekhyun does scream. He doesn’t know how they fucking do it, but they keep in rhythm with each other, mouths meeting for sloppy kisses as Baekhyun does his best to hold on.
Someone else comes over, a gentle touch to Sehun’s shoulder to get his attention. Baekhyun snaps his hips up and Sehun pushes them back down, not distracted enough to let Baekhyun take control. He whines, wanting to indulge himself in the dual sensations having a cock lodged inside him while his own cock is rammed up a very nice ass. When he glares down at Sehun, what he sees is Kyungsoo - or rather, Kyungsoo’s cock.
Baekhyun licks his lips, staring at Kyungsoo openly. Jongin and Sehun pause and Kyungsoo climbs onto the bed, a sadistic sort of smirk on his mouth as he settles over Baekhyun’s chest, tugging at Baekhyun’s shirt until it slips off over his head. A pair of plush thighs frame Baekhyun’s face and he’s salivating, tongue swiping over his lips as he eyes Kyungsoo’s cock in front of him. His cock isn’t large, but it’s nice and thick and Kyungsoo trails the tip over Baekhyun’s mouth.
Baekhyun licks at Kyungsoo’s cock, eyes lidded as he makes a show of dragging his tongue slowly along the crown. Kyungsoo makes this noise that goes straight to Baekhyun’s dick. Which wouldn’t be so terrible if Jongin was moving to alleviate the pressure, but he’s too busy making out with Sehun loud enough for everyone to hear. Sehun’s hips are barely rocking, giving Baekhyun none of the relief he seeks.
Kyungsoo leans over Baekhyun, a hand around the base of his cock as it slips into Baekhyun’s waiting mouth. “Always knew you’d look good with your lips stretched around my cock,” Kyungsoo groans. He has a hand on the bed for support and another in Baekhyun’s hair, pulling from the roots to tip Baekhyun’s head back. “I wonder if you’ll finally keep fucking quiet when you’re choking on my dick.”
Baekhyun moans loud, tongue running along the length of Kyungsoo’s cock as he takes more of him in. Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow and he pushes in hard. Baekhyun gags. But then he swallows, ignoring the tears clinging to his eyelashes as he encourages Kyungsoo to keep going. Baekhyun loves the feel of Kyungsoo’s cock gliding over his lips, sitting hot and heavy on his tongue. And he takes it so well.
As soon as Kyungsoo gets a good pace going, his stare fixed on how his cock is fucking into Baekhyun’s mouth, Jongin and Sehun pick up where they left off. Tears trail down Baekhyun’s temples and into his hair, some dripping on the bed as he’s overwhelmed. He’s so impossibly full in every way.
“This is what you’ve been gagging for, isn’t it?” Kyungsoo rumbles. His cheeks are flush and his stomach contracts as he thrusts, his cock filling Baekhyun’s mouth over and over. “Always wanting a dick to choke on.”
Baekhyun moans his assent, swallowing down the taste of Kyungsoo as his hands find purchase on Kyungsoo’s thighs. He kneads them in his palms, enjoys the give of Kyungsoo’s skin. Baekhyun thinks he’s finally getting himself under control, valiantly pulling himself back from a sensory overload.
And then Jongin comes. Baekhyun whimpers, fingers gripping Kyungsoo’s thighs tight as Jongin’s ass pulses around his cock, attempting to suck the orgasm right out of him. It’s only because of Joonmyun - of all the incredible things he’s learned from his boyfriend in their time together - that Baekhyun is able to keep from coming deep inside Jongin’s delectable ass. Stamina and self control are two very important aspects of maintaining a healthy sexual relationship.
Kyungsoo doesn’t let up. Baekhyun whimpers and tries to breathe, focusing on the drag of Sehun’s cock as he fucks into him harder. Jongin hadn’t been loud, but Sehun is when he comes. Baekhyun clenches around his cock, pulling everything he can from Sehun as his hips jerk through it.
His thighs are sticky and there’s come trickling down his crack and to the comforter. Sehun and Jongin leave Baekhyun feeling bereft, empty. His dick is starting to hurt and he doesn’t have a moment to relax because Kyungsoo is unrelenting and there are already another set of hands pushing Baekhyun’s thighs closed. Baekhyun’s legs are stretched and his knees rest over a pair of shoulders.
Jongdae, Baekhyun learns when he sees him moving in his periphery, bends Baekhyun’s hips off the bed. His cock glides up the cleft of Baekhyun’s ass, catching on his rim before hitting against Baekhyun’s balls. He does it several times as Baekhyun tries to voice his frustrations around Kyungsoo’s cock. But Jongdae only chuckles and Kyungsoo grins down at him.
Baekhyun glares, but his eyes go wide when Jongdae’s cock finally pushes into his ass. His body immediately clamps around it, trying to keep Jongdae inside because it feels so fucking good. Baekhyun gurgles, saliva pooling on the corners of his lips and throat working to swallow around Kyungsoo as Jongdae thrusts into him hard.
Jongdae’s hips hit against Baekhyun’s ass and if Baekhyun could push himself forward for more, he would. But Kyungsoo’s weight keeps him down even as his spine tries to arch off the bed. It comes on so fast, the insistent pleasure that rushes through him, that Baekhyun’s resistance is slipping. He’s about to come.
Just as the first wave of release is about to hit, fingers clamp around the base of Baekhyun’s cock, cutting it off. Instead of sweet relief, Baekhyun feels the pleasure race through him without the gratification to back it up. He lets out a sob, wanting to move away as Jongdae slows, letting the crown of his cock rub against Baekhyun’s prostate until it’s over and he’s clamping his calves around Jongdae’s neck from sensitivity.
Baekhyun’s cock slaps against his stomach when Jongdae lets it go. It throbs, sensitive and painful and smearing precome over his belly. If his mouth wasn’t full, Baekhyun would have a few choice words for Jongdae. But even those would be cut off because Jongdae is back to fucking Baekhyun at full speed. Baekhyun is taken by surprise and his teeth graze down the length of Kyungsoo’s cock lightly.
Kyungsoo is cursing, a slew of muttered filthy words falling from his lips when he sits back, fisting his cock with strong, quick tugs. Baekhyun watches the way he works himself, the lewd sound of slick skin filling his ears. He waits, mouth open and tongue out. Kyungsoo’s thighs spread and he lifts onto his knees just enough for the first ropes of come to land mostly on Baekhyun’s tongue and lips. The rest of it manages to hit his neck and chest as Kyungsoo moves backwards.
Baekhyun swallows what he can, enjoying the pleasant sting that follows from having his lips stretched wide for so long. There are red lines down Kyungsoo’s thighs - an image that’s going to play a role in Baekhyun’s dreams - and Kyungsoo slowly pushes his way off as Baekhyun memorizes.
Without the weight to keep him down, Jongdae’s thrusts shunt Baekhyun over the mattress. There’s not enough leverage and Jongdae finally drops Baekhyun’s legs, not giving Baekhyun a chance to appreciate the blood rushing back in as he’s manhandled. For such a small man, Jongdae has the strength to get Baekhyun on his knees without effort. So fucking hot.
Like this, with Jongdae’s chest pressed to his back and cock sliding back inside him with ease, Baekhyun has a perfect view of the rest of the dicks he’s yet to try. He manages a smirk before his jaw goes slack, head falling back onto Jongdae’s shoulder because this angle is fucking amazing and he needs more. Jongdae lowers, pulling Baekhyun into his lap with him, hips never faltering as Baekhyun’s thighs spread wide, letting everyone see how his cock fucks in and out of Baekhyun’s ass and how well he takes it.
Every thrust has Baekhyun’s moans growing louder, higher pitched, and Baekhyun nearly tips forward onto his hands so he can fuck himself harder on Jongdae’s cock, but Chanyeol is there in front of him to block him. His hand is stroking leisurely over his cock, the crown red and wet and Baekhyun wants it.
Chanyeol toys with Baekhyun first, letting his cock slap against Baekhyun’s cheek and drag across his lips before smacking the other cheek. Baekhyun bares his teeth and Chanyeol reaches out, a handful of Baekhyun’s hair in his fist to hold him still. It shoots straight to Baekhyun’s cock - his neglected, painfully throbbing cock that bounces with each of Jongdae’s powerful thrusts.
“You want it?” Chanyeol asks, his naturally deep voice now gruffer, deeper. Baekhyun nods as he watches the muscles in Chanyeol’s arm flex when his hand works over his cock. A drop of precome pearls at the tip and Baekhyun sticks out his tongue. Chanyeol wipes the precome onto his thumb and lets Baekhyun lick it off. “Still want it?” he questions.
“Please,” Baekhyun rasps.
Chanyeol’s cock isn’t as thick as Kyungsoo’s, doesn’t stretch his lips as wide, but it’s long and Baekhyun takes it down with a pleased moan. He keeps his eyes on Chanyeol’s chest, hands reaching out to rest on Chanyeol’s narrow hips. Chanyeol’s head falls back and he lets Baekhyun do the work, standing there with a hand in Baekhyun’s hair and the other around the base of his cock to keep it steady.
It’s not easy to blow someone when he’s bouncing on a dick in his ass, but Baekhyun manages. Proudly. He fights down a smile, a dark gaze settled on Joonmyun now as he licks down Chanyeol’s cock. Joonmyun still looks so damned calm; he hasn’t even moved. Baekhyun knows he’s attractive, seductive, sexy beyond reason especially when there’s a dick near him, so why isn’t Joonmyun falling apart, wanting to touch him?
Jongdae wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and slams him down. Baekhyun jolts, hissing and pulling Chanyeol’s cock from his mouth to stroke him off. One last powerful, painful throb of Baekhyun’s cock and then he’s finally coming.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun spits, squeezing Chanyeol’s dick in his hand as his ass flutters around Jongdae’s cock. Thick white come shoots from his cock and onto his stomach, his thighs, dripping down and coating his skin. He comes and comes and comes, grinding down on Jongdae’s cock until he’s satisfied. His head is spinning and he feels the way Jongdae shudders when he follows, coming inside the tight heat of Baekhyun’s ass.
Sweaty and panting, Baekhyun leans in to take down Chanyeol’s cock. Unlike most people, when Baekhyun comes the first time, he’s merely renewed, ready for more. His down time has always been minimal. It’s a gift.
Jongdae runs his fingers through the come on Baekhyun’s stomach, wetting his palm and spreading it more. His chin rests on Baekhyun’s shoulder, his breathing labored and his eyes fixed on Baekhyun’s mouth around Chanyeol’s cock. Baekhyun gives them both a show, sinking as far low as he can, gagging around Chanyeol’s cock but still going until his nose brushes against trim hair.
“Shit,” Chanyeol curses, jerking back until his cock falls from Baekhyun’s mouth.
There are fresh tears gathering in the corners of Baekhyun’s eyes, but he slides his hand up Chanyeol’s cock and feels it pulse just before Chanyeol comes. It drips through Baekhyun’s fingers, spills onto the mess already across Baekhyun’s stomach and thighs. Chanyeol looks very pretty after he comes, staring down at Baekhyun in wonder as Baekhyun pops each of his fingers into his mouth in turn, licking them clean.
Baekhyun slumps onto his hands when Chanyeol walks off, staring at Chanyeol’s flat ass and flashing Jongdae a smile after Jongdae smacks his ass softly. He’s left in the middle of his bed, covered in come and ready for someone to fill him up. He’s not done.
Minseok and Luhan are propped on the wall together, holding hands and still fully clothed. Yixing, however, looks hesitantly eager, rocking on the balls of his feet as his eyes drag over Baekhyun’s form. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs, dark blue with a wet patch near the top. The bulge is rather impressive and Baekhyun curls his finger at Yixing, tempting him to come over.
Yixing has this lovely, tempting trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and Baekhyun noses over it as soon as Yixing is in reach. Yixing stares at him, bottom lip in his teeth as Baekhyun slips teasing fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He lets the elastic snap back once before hooking the fabric and dragging it down ridiculously muscled thighs. Baekhyun lets himself appreciate the firm muscles under his palms on the way back up. Yixing is patient, breathing evenly until Baekhyun wraps fingers around Yixing’s cock.
Baekhyun stays eye level with Yixing’s dick, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. His thumb catches precome and smears it around the tip, sliding down as Yixing’s hips rock forward just a little. Baekhyun smiles up at Yixing, his tongue running over the point of his canine as Yixing sucks in a sharp breath. Baekhyun twists his wrists, adding more pressure and Yixing’s eyes close for a moment.
Baekhyun knows Yixing thinks his hands are pretty. Most people do, honestly. But Yixing has voiced it aloud before when he was out drinking with Joonmyun and Baekhyun. A little liquor loosened him up enough to practically serenade Baekhyun’s delicate fingers. So Baekhyun uses that to his advantage.
He strokes lightly, letting his fingers catch on the crown before dragging back down. Yixing is transfixed, pink invading his cheeks and eyes dark as Baekhyun goes just a little faster, squeezes a little harder.
The mattress dips behind Baekhyun and hands rest on his waist. He looks down and groans at how fucking huge Yifan’s hands look compared to his small frame. Yifan could probably toss Baekhyun around like a toy and the thought alone has Baekhyun’s cock hardening again.
When Yifan does move Baekhyun, it’s only enough to slide him back on Yifan’s lap, knees between Baekhyun’s to spread him out. He can feel Yifan’s cock against his ass and Baekhyun wiggles against it while winking up at Yixing. Yifan’s large hand runs up Baekhyun’s chest before gripping his chin and turning his head.
“Joonmyun’s told me all about your fantasies,” Yifan whispers.
Baekhyun breathes out a soft oh, eyes flickering over to Joonmyun still perched on the doorframe.
“Let’s see if I can live up to that.”
Baekhyun shudders, very willingly lifting just enough for the head of Yifan’s cock to fit against his rim. It pushes into him slowly and Baekhyun leans his head on Yixing’s stomach, still pulling at Yixing’s cock with intent. Additional movement on the bed has Baekhyun staring up at Tao. Sweet, sweet Tao with his cock right in Baekhyun’s face.
And, well, Baekhyun’s not doing anything important with his mouth so he licks straight up the length of Tao’s cock just as Yifan bottoms out. Yixing seems to be enjoying the added person; he’s pushing into the ring of Baekhyun’s fingers now, his pace quickening.
There’s hardly any time to relish how stretched and full he feels. Yifan snaps his hips up and Baekhyun groans. Yifan doesn’t fuck Baekhyun fast, but he does fuck him hard. Every thrust zips straight up Baekhyun’s spine and he curls back, losing himself in it as Yixing and Tao thrust through his fists. Yifan definitely lives up to expectations, moving Baekhyun just how he wants him. It isn’t long until Baekhyun is hard, his cock curving up and slapping against his belly.
Baekhyun tightens his grip on Yixing, eyes trained on Yixing’s face when he leans over to suck the tip of Tao’s cock into his mouth. Yixing’s cock throbs in his hand and Tao lets out a soft noise that Baekhyun encourages by letting Tao’s cock slip over his tongue. Tao is sensitive, hissing through his teeth as Baekhyun swallows and hollows his cheeks. He bobs his head, sometimes gagging as Yifan’s thrusts force him forward.
Yifan takes Baekhyun for a ride. He doesn’t need to go fast when there’s so much power in his moves. Baekhyun whines around Tao’s cock, fist sliding quickly over Yixing’s dick until Yixing is tipping toward him, a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder to steady himself as he comes. It spurts over Baekhyun’s chest and fingers, trailing down his arm as he makes sure to milk everything he can from him.
Baekhyun pops off Tao’s cock long enough to smile up at Yixing who sweeps the sweaty hair from Baekhyun’s forehead before leaving. Tao shifts closer and Baekhyun gets his mouth on him again, breathing hard through his nose and letting Tao thrust at his own pace so he can revel in the pleasure that flows through his limbs. Baekhyun is practically buzzing, moaning and rocking between the two men as his thighs begin to ache.
Yifan helps. He guides Baekhyun, picking up most of his weight when he can’t. Baekhyun gets to pay more attention to the perfectly sized cock in his mouth. Tao pushes his thumb to Baekhyun’s cheek until he can feel his cock moving. His hips rock quicker and Baekhyun only has a moment to realize what’s happening before Tao is coming down his throat.
Yifan is gracious enough to stop thrusting which gives Baekhyun the chance to swallow and lick Tao clean, smacking his lips with a pleased hum. When he bats his eyelashes up at him, Tao is blushing and Baekhyun thinks it’s adorable.
As soon as Tao is clear, Yifan pushes Baekhyun onto his elbows, his hands curling around Baekhyun’s shoulders to pull him back. The way he fucks into him, still hard but now fast, has Baekhyun’s teeth clacking and his thighs spreading further. The mess of come on Baekhyun’s chest drips and his hands are sticky, trying to find purchase on the comforter and sliding instead.
Behind him, Yifan lets out a growl as his cock pulses, pushing as deep inside Baekhyun as he can go. Baekhyun lets out a hiccup of a whimper, the rest of his voice lost as Yifan comes inside him. Baekhyun clenches around him, groaning at how thick Yifan’s cock is before it’s pulled slowly from him.
Baekhyun is left breathless, on his knees as his dick kindly reminds him that it’s still impatiently waiting for someone to get him off again. When he rolls onto his back, his head falls to the side, watching as Joonmyun now speaks in a hushed voice with a fully clothed Tao. Tao glances back at Baekhyun, offers him a small smile and leaves.
The only people left are Minseok and Luhan. Baekhyun cranes his head to see them, happy to note that the pair are naked now. And approaching.
Baekhyun never would have thought that Minseok was the muscle sort, but he has abs Baekhyun could spend a week worshipping with his mouth and still not have enough. He stares. Blatantly. Licking his lips as Minseok’s mouth pulsl up on one side. As Minseok stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at him, Baekhyun spreads his legs. Minseok takes him by the ankles and pulls until Baekhyun’s ass is right on the edge of the mattress.
“That’s better,” Minseok croons. A hand snakes over Minseok’s chest from behind and Luhan perches his chin on Minseok’s shoulder to watch.
It’s Luhan who runs his hand down to Minseok’s cock, guiding it until the tip is pushing into Baekhyun, stretching him wide before the shaft follows in one smooth glide. It leaves Baekhyun moaning, fingers twisted in the blanket by his head and his body shifting more toward Minseok. The touch of Minseok’s hand on Baekhyun’s cock leaves Baekhyun choking on air, biting hard on his bottom lip to keep from instantly coming all over himself. He wants this to last.
Minseok fucks like a pro, with Luhan behind him setting the pace. Luhan keeps his hand on Minseok’s dick and his eyes fixated on where it disappears into Baekhyun’s pliant body.
“You take him so well,” Luhan compliments.
Baekhyun knows he takes cock well. It’s one of his many talents. But to hear it after all he’s been through has a swell of pride ballooning in his chest. It bursts inside him, flooding his veins with a shock of pleasure when Luhan gently slides a finger into Baekhyun alongside Minseok’s cock.
Minseok doesn’t stop moving even as Baekhyun lets out a groan, exhaling with a hiss. It isn’t uncomfortable. Just unexpected. The finger disappears only for Luhan to slide it in again, this time with lube to make it easier. Baekhyun encourages him, wiggles his hips in invitation as Minseok fucks him and Luhan tests to see how much he can stretch him.
This. This Baekhyun can take. As soon as Luhan has three fingers inside him as Minseok thrusts leisurely through it, Baekhyun realizes what’s about to happen. And he can’t wait. It’s not the first time he’s taken two dicks up his ass and, with any luck, it won’t be the last.
Minseok crawls onto the bed, pushing Baekhyun along with him as Luhan moves. The room spins when Minseok lifts Baekhyun onto his knees so he’s sitting on Minseok’s cock, propped on Minseok’s thighs. Minseok is really pretty up close. Baekhyun admires his pink lips and shining eyes while allowing Luhan to adjust, his chest pushing against Baekhyun’s back now. The two of them did this so easily that Baekhyun is certain they’ve done it before. And something about that gives him a thrill.
Baekhyun raises and leans forward, Minseok’s hands holding his cheeks apart as Luhan’s lubed cock pushes at his rim. He wills himself to relax, breathing calmly until the crown slips through. Several moans ring out as Baekhyun slowly sits, taking both cocks all the way to the hilt.
He’s so fucking full. He can feel everything and his skin is practically buzzing. Baekhyun doesn’t ever want to move; not if it means losing this feeling. Fuck he’s so so stuffed and content. . . except for the throbbing of his dick. Which is incessant and painful.
“Gonna make you sing,” Luhan promises.
His throat is already dry and sore, but the way Minseok and Luhan fuck is an art form. Minseok’s cock will slide in as Luhan’s pulls out and then they’re switching, always keeping Baekhyun full, always keeping the pressure right where he wants it the most. It’s fucking heaven. He tries to bounce, but Minseok keeps him still with hands on his hips, clucking his tongue with a shake of his head.
Baekhyun whimpers, swallowing hard as moans start slipping out of him without thought. It’s euphoric, his mind fuzzy and body driven by the pleasure, desperate to come. Every part of him feels like it’s on fire, burning him up. He lets it take him over, everything a blank except one thing.
Joonmyun is clear in his vision, watching the way Baekhyun is falling apart. Baekhyun keeps his eyes on Joonmyun, his senses so sharp he imagines he can hear Joonmyun’s steady breaths and the beating of his heart. Minseok and Luhan speed up, Baekhyun’s cock rubbing against the defined muscle of Minseok’s stomach until it’s too much.
Baekhyun locks in place, thighs trembling and nails biting into Minseok’s shoulders when he comes. There isn’t much left in him, but his cock pulses, the waves crashing around him. He whines, whimpers, screams as Minseok and Luhan fuck him right through it. Their thrusts are desperate, off rhythm, but Luhan pushes pushes pushes and Baekhyun feels him come, hears his raspy groan as his hips jerk upward.
Minseok is quieter, softer, shaking as he fills Baekhyun up. A puddle of come slides out with their softening cocks and Baekhyun would find it amusing that Joonmyun’s favorite comforter is a mess, but he’s too busy reeling in the after sex bliss. The tip of his nose is tingling, his limbs heavy and the blood is rushing loud in his ears.
He listens to Minseok and Luhan’s low voices combined with Joonmyun’s. Baekhyun lays there, unmoving as he catches his breath. The silence that falls is deafening.
“You were so good,” Joonmyun croons at him.
Baekhyun opens his eyes to see Joonmyun at the side of the bed, gazing down at him affectionately. His heart flops in his chest, tries to wiggle its way out to perform a cheer in Joonmyun’s honor. Best boyfriend ever.
“How do you feel?”
Baekhyun hums, reaching out for Joonmyun, but he’s so tired. So weak. His fingers merely brush against Joonmyun’s slacks before his arm falls. “Dirty,” Baekhyun answers with a smile. “And tired. And kinda numb.”
Joonmyun sits in a clean spot and brushes the damp hair from Baekhyun’s eyes with a fond look. “Are you ready for a shower?”
Baekhyun lets out a low moan at the thought of hot water and Joonmyun there to hold him up. And Joonmyun laughs. He ends up getting rather dirty himself - or at least his clothes do - as he carries a pouting Baekhyun into the bathroom. He lets himself be pampered, coddled, washed from head to toe underneath a stream of hot water because he knows Joonmyun loves taking care of him. And he loves letting Joonmyun take care of him.
They exchange lazy kisses, ridiculous smiles as Joonmyun keeps asking if Baekhyun is alright, if anything hurts, if he’s mad at him for going too far.
“Baby it was perfect,” Baekhyun promises before kissing the next question off Joonmyun’s lips. Partly because he’s tired of talking. But mostly because he can’t get enough of Joonmyun’s mouth. Plus, it’s hot when Joonmyun licks through his lips even though Baekhyun’s had several dicks in his mouth and hasn’t brushed his teeth yet.
Baekhyun is tender, head back against the tile and hands on Joonmyun’s shoulders to steady himself as Joonmyun fits two fingers into his ass to hold it open. Come drips out and Joonmyun wets his fingers, running them cautiously around inside Baekhyun as much as he can to get most of it out. Baekhyun is left trembling, and a little turned on after. He just can’t help it.
All he gets from Joonmyun is an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes when he spots Baekhyun’s dick hardening.
Baekhyun is left wrapped in a fluffy purple towel as Joonmyun strips down their bed and remakes it all on his own. It gives Baekhyun the time to decompress . . . which means mindlessly watching the way Joonmyun’s naked body twists and turns when he moves. And Baekhyun is definitely hard by the time Joonmyun is done.
“You know this wasn’t much of a deterrent to keep me from acting out,” Baekhyun states once they’re snug under the blankets.
Joonmyun is on his back, Baekhyun tucked against his side. Joonmyun peers down at him. “I know,” he admits. But I was hoping it would keep you satisfied at least until I make this deadline.”
Baekhyun snorts, tossing his leg over Joonmyun’s and letting his cock push against Joonmyun’s hip. “Baby, I’ll always want your dick.” He rolls his hips just for emphasis.
“Baek,” Joonmyun starts, a hand settling on Baekhyun’s waist. “You need to let yourself recover before my dick goes anywhere near your ass.”
Baekhyun slides up, resting on an elbow to look down at his boyfriend. He runs a finger along Joonmyun’s lower lip as he licks his own. “What about your mouth?”
Baekhyun is needy, pushy, downright demanding, but when Joonmyun’s soft like this, he doesn’t refuse him. The blankets are kicked to the floor, Joonmyun grumbling about just getting clean ones on the bed, before he’s pushing Baekhyun into his back. Baekhyun’s legs automatically fall open as Joonmyun slinks down his body.
Baekhyun is still hard and Joonmyun flicks his cock, refusing to give it any attention as he goes lower. The only thing Baekhyun sees is a head of blond hair, but he definitely feels it when Joonmyun spreads his cheeks. If there’s one thing Joonmyun enjoys doing the most, it’s making Baekhyun come with his tongue up his ass. And it’s something that Baekhyun encourages. Often.
Joonmyun is more careful than usual, concerned. Soft. Baekhyun clenches instinctively at the first touch, but slowly loosens up as Joonmyun’s tongue works around his puffy rim. Joonmyun’s mouth is the gift that keeps on giving. Baekhyun rocks his hips, reaches up to hold on to the headboard as he rides Joonmyun’s talented tongue.
His other hand trails down to his cock, stroking himself off quickly. Joonmyun bends until Baekhyun’s hips are off the bed, and Baekhyun moans and wiggles, begging Joonmyun for more, just a little more, fuck, Joonmyun, baby, wanna come from your mouth.
It builds up so quickly. Baekhyun would be embarrassed, but he’s so damn sensitive and Joonmyun knows exactly how to break him. His orgasm takes him hard, toes curling and thighs closing in on Joonmyun’s head as his cock dribbles a few weak strings of come.
“Come here,” Baekhyun orders, still breathing hard and now dirty again. And he’s pleased at how Joonmyun hovers over him, letting Baekhyun get his hands on Joonmyun’s dick without having to ask.
“We’re going to have to come to a compromise,” Joonmyun says, gasping and jerking forward as Baekhyun tugs on his cock.
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at him. “We’re talking about this now?”
“I have your attention now.”
“Alright then,” Baekhyun agrees, tightening his grip on Joonmyun cock and paying extra attention to the crown where Joonmyun is the most sensitive. “Compromise. I suggest you make room in your schedule for conjugal visits.”
Joonmyun is breathing heavily, hips moving in time with Baekhyun’s hand. “I still have to make deadline. I can’t with you on my dick.”
Baekhyun squeezes in retaliation. Joonmyun hisses and gives him a dark look. “What about lunch? You have to eat.”
“I won’t be eating if you’re there.”
Baekhyun gets a lewd grin on his face. “Sure you will.”
Joonmyun groans, head falling to rest on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “Fine. Lunches.”
“And dinner.” Baekhyun knows Joonmyun’s going to protest even before he speaks, so he twists his wrist on the upstroke and Joonmyun’s body curls, his cock pulsing as he comes over Baekhyun’s stomach.
Joonmyun slowly lowers his weight onto Baekhyun, trapping his dirty hand between them. “Dinner twice a week,” he concedes. And Baekhyun takes it. He knows Joonmyun works hard, but he also knows that Joonmyun can work too hard. This isn’t just about Baekhyun’s wants. This is about taking care of Joonmyun without Joonmyun realizing that’s what he’s doing.
“I love you,” Joonmyun whispers against Baekhyun’s skin. “And I really do miss you.”
Baekhyun takes Joonmyun’s hand and threads their fingers. “I love you too. Now stop talking so I can sleep. ‘M fucking exhausted.”
Joonmyun pinches his side and Baekhyun wiggles closer. Content. Happy. Perfect.
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fun fact: i used to word cock 117 times and the word dick 26 times ^_^
Pairing: Baekhyun/Joonmyun, Baekhyun/EXO
Rating: NC-17
Length: 9k
Author's Note: A birthday fic for our dear Baekhyun. Also a gift to my precious bambi_lu
Warnings: this is a gangbang that includes baekhyun, rimming, double penetration, baekhyun, with mild elements of orgasm denial and come-play. and not so mild baekhyun. (practice safe sex ppl)
Summary: Baekhyun has been acting out for attention so his boyfriend lets him have all the attention he's been demanding.
Baekhyun’s always had a mouth on him. More often than not, it gets him into trouble, but sometimes Baekhyun finds himself lucky enough for something to go right. It was running off at the mouth that landed Baekhyun the boyfriend of the century. Joonmyun, to most, may seem like a boring, vanilla type of business man, but Baekhyun knows what lurks under the surface of that calm demeanor.
For all his polite smiles and pleasantries, Joonmyun is exactly the type of commanding presence Baekhyun needs in his life to keep him from getting in over his head. Baekhyun knows he can count on Joonmyun to be there when he screws up, to get him out of a sticky situation and, when Baekhyun's really earned it, to punish him.
Lately, Joonmyun's been busy with a project at work - one that takes him from home and keeps him cooped up in his office for at least eighteen hours a day and no matter how much Baekhyun claims to understand, it doesn't make him any less frustrated. Joonmyun hasn't touched him in over a week and for Baekhyun, that's far too long. He's been trying to garner a reaction out of his boyfriend the last six days and has gotten nothing more than a kiss on the top of his head when Joonmyun gets home from work and another when Joonmyun leaves in the morning.
Baekhyun shuffles into the spacious apartment he shares with Joonmyun with a pathetic sigh, his fingers already working to pull his tie loose so he can run it over his head. It dangles around his arm, falling to rest in the crook of his elbow when he begins opening the buttons on his shirt. His shoes are left at the door and his shoulders slump as he putters down to his bedroom. It's been a long day and what he needs right now is Joonmyun, but Joonmyun is never home this early anymore.
Baekhyun pouts. This just isn't fair.
He's in full-on moping mode when he makes it to his bedroom, stopping short when he sees Joonmyun pacing on the other side of the room, phone to his ear and voice low as he speaks to whoever is on the other line. Baekhyun's mouth goes dry. Joonmyun is still in his black slacks and top, his blond hair styled to perfection and Baekhyun's always had a thing for well dressed men. He can only hope that Joonmyun plans on staying home the rest of the night because Baekhyun has plans for his dick.
Joonmyun doesn't so much as look at Baekhyun until he's finished with his call, phone tossed onto the nightstand as he gives Baekhyun a once over with his eyes. "Come here," Joonmyun commands, tilting his head, and the tone of his voice has Baekhyun's cock twitching in interest and body absolutely tingling with anticipation.
He does as he's told without hesitation, standing in front of Joonmyun after only a few strides over the carpet. Baekhyun tries to lean in for a kiss - a proper one seeing as it's been so long since he's felt the softness of Joonmyun's lips on his own - but Joonmyun stops him with a hand on his chest.
"On your knees."
Baekhyun swallows, a curl of arousal flickering in his stomach as he drops to the floor. When he gazes up, he sees Joonmyun looking down at him, his lips pursed into a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed. Tentatively, Baekhyun reaches out, his hands landing just above Joonmyun's knees. He watches for a reaction, letting his fingers trail up Joonmyun's strong thighs until he squeezes the firm flesh just under his groin. Joonmyun doesn't stop him, but he doesn't encourage him either. It's almost as if he's judging, deciding if he likes what Baekhyun's doing.
Baekhyun pushes his face against the front of Joonmyun's slacks, pleased that he can feel the outline of Joonmyun's hardening cock against his cheek. He licks over the expensive tailored fabric, keeping his eyes on Joonmyun's face. Baekhyun knows he looks pretty as he mouths at Joonmyun's cock, teeth scraping when he slides down and back up.
Joonmyun's expression may not change, but he's betrayed by the pink flourishing across his cheeks and the clenching of his jaw and Baekhyun uses it to his advantage. He lets out a soft moan, dipping low to nuzzle against Joonmyun's balls, eyes half-lidded as he puts on a show for his lover. Baekhyun slips loose the button on Joonmyun's pants, pausing only to ensure Joonmyun isn't going to stop him before running down the zipper.
Saliva pools under Baekhyun's tongue when he gets Joonmyun's slacks around his ankles, Joonmyun's cock standing tall and thick because he hadn't been wearing underwear. Baekhyun moans, wrapping dainty fingers around the base of Joonmyun's cock to pull it straight so he can lick at the head. The tip of his tongue teases around the crown, the taste one that he's missed and Baekhyun swallows it down with an appreciative noise.
Baekhyun wants to play, to drag this out, but Joonmyun seems to have other ideas. One hand grips Baekhyun by the hair roughly as the other pries open his mouth, two fingers pushing harshly on his chin. Baekhyun's jaw goes slack and his surprised gasp is muffled by Joonmyun stuffing his mouth full of cock.
"Be a good boy, won't you?" Joonmyun says, his voice gruff and deep.
And Baekhyun, eager to please, runs his tongue along the underside of Joonmyun's cock as his mouth is stretched wide. Joonmyun's cock hits the back of his throat and Baekhyun's fingers scrabble to get his own pants off, to get a hand on his dick before he comes in his underwear like a hormonal teenager.
Joonmyun forces Baekhyun's head back by his hair, his cock falling from Baekhyun's lips. "No touching," Joonmyun commands and Baekhyun stills instantly with a small whimper. "Only good boys get to touch and you haven't been good, have you?"
The question leaves no doubt that Joonmyun already knows about Baekhyun's behavior during the week, but Baekhyun answers anyway with a shake of his head. Joonmyun, satisfied with the answer, pushes his cock into Baekhyun's mouth again, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace as his fingers tighten in Baekhyun's hair.
"Do you know how many calls I've gotten at work about you?" Joonmyun inquires, holding Baekhyun still when his cock is buried in his mouth. It's hot and thick and heavy on Baekhyun's tongue and he wants more, so much more. "You've been acting out, misbehaving all for a little attention." Joonmyun clucks his tongue and Baekhyun nearly gags as his cock pushes further toward the back of his throat.
There are footsteps in the hall and Baekhyun panics, his heart racing and he tries to pull away, but Joonmyun holds fast. He looks up at Joonmyun desperately in question and gets a sly smirk that has his cock throbbing painfully. Joonmyun's eyes promise so much before they flicker toward whoever is now in their bedroom.
"Right on time," Joonmyun rumbles and Baekhyun tries to turn his head to see, but he can't. The grip Joonmyun has on his hair tightens and he lets out a choked noise of pain even as the sensation sweeps hot and cold down his sensitive body. Joonmyun's always known how much Baekhyun can take, has tested the limits thoroughly and Baekhyun trusts him without question.
Despite the presence of someone else in the room, Baekhyun focuses his attention on Joonmyun's cock. Baekhyun's never balked at trying to get into Joonmyun's pants in public before, so this isn't much of a distraction. There's saliva gathering on the corners of his lips that's wiped away when Joonmyun begins moving again, thrusting in and out of Baekhyun's mouth a little faster than before. Baekhyun breathes in deep through his nose and swallows every other time Joonmyun's cock reaches the back of his throat.
There's noise in the background and Baekhyun finds himself turned on even more when he realizes there's more than one person in their room. It's a rush, the thought of holding power over their visitors with the way he lets Joonmyun fuck his mouth, how pink and puffy his lips must look wrapped around the girth of Joonmyun's cock. Baekhyun has seen pictures of how he looks like this, knows they're stored in Joonmyun's phone and he moans loud enough for everyone to hear.
If Joonmyun wants to show him off, Baekhyun will gladly step into the spotlight.
Joonmyun twists his fingers in Baekhyun's hair and thumbs over the way his cock pushes against Baekhyun's cheek. "Since you wanted so much attention," Joonmyun begins, letting his cock slip from Baekhyun's mouth for just a second before he's sliding it back in, "I've decided to give you all the attention you deserve."
A chill runs up Baekhyun's spine and he whimpers, moaning loud when Joonmyun fucks his mouth hard and fast. His jaw is beginning to ache and the floor is unforgiving on his knees, but Baekhyun can't deny how much he loves when Joonmyun is rough with him. He tries to keep up, spit running down his chin and throat working to keep the suction tight around Joonmyun's cock.
Baekhyun whines in protest when Joonmyun pulls out of his mouth and fists his cock, fingers tight and fast as he jerks off. He keeps Baekhyun still by his hair and steps forward, breathing out a low groan when he finally comes. Thick, white streaks of come land on Baekhyun's face; it's warm as it slides down his cheeks and toward his lips where Baekhyun works to lick it all into his mouth greedily.
Joonmyun tugs Baekhyun off the floor, his knees creaking in protest. Baekhyun is turned around, the warmth of Joonmyun's body comforting against his back as he sucks in a sharp breath. In front of him are people he's known for years, the people he knows he can get away with being an asshole to, and they're all crowded on one side of his bedroom with only the bed between them as Joonmyun breathes into Baekhyun's ear. "You have their attention, Baekhyun," Joonmyun purrs. "And you're going to pay them back for being a spoiled brat with your body until I think it's enough."
Baekhyun's breath catches and he licks over his sore, swollen lips as his greedy eyes drink in the other men in the room. Some of them have had apologies owed to them for a while now; Minseok and Lu Han are their neighbors and even if Baekhyun knows their bedroom is just on the other side of the bathroom wall, it doesn't stop him from singing loud and obnoxiously at five in the morning while he showers, waking them both up until they pound on the wall to get him to shut up. And then there's Chanyeol, the building handyman who Baekhyun calls at least weekly with some trivial problem he's caused himself because he loves to run the temperature up and watch as Chanyeol soaks through his tanktop as he works. (Baekhyun's a sucker for muscles and while he'd never ever cheat on Joonmyun, it doesn't stop him from daydreaming about Chanyeol's strong arms glistening with sweat.)
There's also Yixing - a friend of theirs who runs the coffee shop they both frequent. Baekhyun had been belligerent when ordering the most crazy of concoctions and then insisting it was wrong and tried to force himself behind the counter to do it himself a few days ago. He'd been tossed out by his ear, his pouting getting him nowhere, but at least he'd been allowed back in the following morning when he promised not to do it again.
Sehun and Jongin, well, Baekhyun had accidentally broken their widescreen television with a game controller when he'd lost. He'd been slightly inebriated, trying to drink away his loneliness on their couch, but that backfired and they'd kicked him out of their apartment and into a cab to go home and sleep it off. (He keeps meaning to talk to Joonmyun about getting them a new television, but there's never any time.)
Jongdae, poor poor underpaid Jongdae who works as Joonmyun’s personal assistant - poor Jongdae who has to answer every call Baekhyun makes to the office, begging for Joonmyun to come home. Baekhyun’s been very detailed this last week of the things he wants Joonmyun to come home to do to him, insisting Jongdae scribble down every single word and hand the note to Joonmyun after. Perhaps the I want him to fill me with come and then plug me up so I can walk around with him inside me all day had been over the top, but he does have to admit that Jongdae took the treatment like a champ.
And when Baekhyun wasn’t bemoaning his lack of a sex life to Joonmyun’s assistant, he was whining about it to Kyungsoo, his coworker who sits in the cubicle across from him. Kyungsoo has had to endure Baekhyun’s very visual pantomiming of what he wants to do with his boyfriend while still meeting his deadlines. It’s honestly a miracle that Baekhyun hadn’t ended up with one of Kyungsoo’s expensive pens stuck in the back of his hand. Or his eye socket.
Zitao is the ridiculously sweet and exceptionally hot delivery boy that Baekhyun’s had over every night this week because he was too depressed to cook his own meals. Not only has he begged for Zitao to come inside and just keep him company for a while, but he’s also had Zitao stop at other stores along the way to his house because Baekhyun was a little too tipsy for driving . . . or walking . . . or doing much of anything and he needed ice cream to go along with the tragic drama in spanish playing on television. He doesn’t know a lick of spanish, but he knows tragic angst when he sees it.
Yifan is one of Joonmyun’s friends from college and the only one in attendance who Baekhyun hasn’t slighted in some way this past week. Baekhyun reasons he’s mostly here because Joonmyun knows how much Baekhyun’s been gagging to get his hands, mouth, ass, anything really around Yifan’s dick. Sometimes Joonmyun likes to listen to Baekhyun talk about other men he wants to fuck while his ass is stuffed full of Joonmyun’s cock. It gets them both off and Joonmyun’s never been insecure. Probably because he knows his cock is Baekhyun’s favorite.
The fact that none of them seem bothered by this and that they’re all eyeing him with unconcealed interest, has Baekhyun feeling quite pleased. He is a fine piece of ass and he knows it.
Joonmyun takes Baekhyun by his chin and turns his head as his lips brush over Baekhyun’s ear. “They all know both safewords. Use them at any time,” he whispers, giving Baekhyun a fond pat on the butt. Baekhyun’s had two safewords since his third date with Joonmyun when they didn’t quite make it out of the restaurant and Joonmyun had plugged his ass in the bathroom until he could get Baekhyun back to his place to finish the job. One word puts an end to an action while the other word halts everything altogether. It gives Baekhyun a safety net, a means to opt out if he wants. Baekhyun’s eyes roam over the buffet of men - and dick - all waiting to fuck him open, and he highly doubts he’ll be calling any of this off.
Baekhyun is still distressingly covered in clothing when Joonmyun pushes him forward onto the bed. The mattress bounces under his weight and he groans into the comforter - the one that smells like Joonmyun’s bodywash - as his cock rubs uncomfortably in his briefs. He’s still hard from having Joonmyun’s cock in his mouth and his dick throbs in impatience, legs spreading on their own.
The weight of Joonmyun’s palm stings when he slaps Baekhyun’s thigh and there’s several soft chuckles that filter through the room. Baekhyun wishes he could see who it was, but his face is pushed into baby blue and Joonmyun is now reaching around to unbutton Baekhyun’s pants. “Be good,” he rumbles in Baekhyun’s ear. “And maybe I’ll fill you with my cock when they’re done with you.”
Baekhyun shudders, toes curling in the carpet.
The mattress dips in front of him and Baekhyun’s curiosity is left to simmer in the background because Joonmyun has pulled his pants down, fingers hooked around the edges to drag his briefs with them. He’s left bare, ass in the air and his button-up pooled just under his armpits because of his position. The air is cool and he shivers, groaning lightly at the ease of pressure from around his cock. He whimpers when the heat of Joonmyun’s body disappears, hissing through his teeth when someone else takes his place.
Baekhyun turns his head to find Joonmyun leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest as he watches. There’s a look of disinterest on his handsome face and Baekhyun wants to make it crack.
Slick fingers slip up the cleft of Baekhyun’s ass and he groans, dragging his lower lip into his teeth to bite down. The person behind him and the one in front of him collaborate to get Baekhyun repositioned, face still down but now his knees are on the bed and he’s spread wide, pants and underwear dangling on an ankle.
He’s not even naked when the man behind him begins stretching his ass open. It leaves Baekhyun feeling a little used, dirty, nothing more than a tool to get off inside. And he loves it. Precome trickles from the tip of his dick and to the comforter, his hips rocking back on the two fingers now pumping in and out of him.
“Sehunnie’s fingers aren’t as pretty as yours,” comes Jongin’s voice from in front of Baekhyun. “But he knows how to use them.”
Baekhyun inhales sharply now that he knows it’s Sehun behind him, Sehun with his fingers spreading inside his ass and his other hand holding his cheeks open. Jongin seems to enjoy watching, his hands trailing down Baekhyun’s back until his spine is curving toward the bed. And then Jongin’s hands are holding Baekhyun’s cheeks apart and Baekhyun feels Sehun’s fingers slip from him.
It’s Jongin who moans the loudest when the crown of Sehun’s cock slips through the mess of lube and finally through Baekhyun’s stretched rim. Baekhyun claws at the blanket beneath him, breath caught in his lungs as he waits for Sehun to push all the way in. It feels like it takes forever. Sehun’s cock must be just like the rest of him - long. And it fills Baekhyun so nicely. It’s wonderful to have a cock up his ass again after waiting so long.
He wiggles his hips and Sehun’s nails dig into his waist, a low groan spilling from the man’s lips as Baekhyun makes himself comfortable. Jongin is still leaning over Baekhyun, probably admiring how pretty his rim looks stretched around Sehun’s cock. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jongin is taking a picture of it on Sehun’s phone for him.
When Sehun moves, he does it with purpose. His bony hips are almost painful, but Baekhyun has enough padding on his ass and thighs to take it. The pleasure overrides any mild discomfort and Baekhyun is left with his mouth open, eyes glazed over as he stares at Joonmyun watching the way Sehun’s cock is plunging relentlessly into his ass. He was expecting Sehun to ease into it, but this - this is better.
The absence of Jongin in front of him gives Baekhyun the opportunity to raise onto his elbows, pushing back into Sehun’s thrusts as his head hangs, moans spilling from his lips. Everything feels so good and Baekhyun arches more into it, ass high in the air and thighs spreading more just to take Sehun in that much deeper.
The loss of Sehun’s cock inside him is jarring and Baekhyun gasps, whining aloud until Sehun turns him over, Baekhyun’s pants finally falling to the floor. Baekhyun blinks the ceiling into focus, head tipping back and a loud moan filling the room when Sehun slides so easily back inside him. His hands grasp the blankets beside his head and he shifts down, using the leverage to fuck himself harder, faster. Sehun keeps his hands on Baekhyun’s hips, fingers bruising. Beside them, Jongin has stripped down and Baekhyun is the fortunate witness of Jongin’s tongue darting between Sehun’s lips. The two of them have always been an attractive pair and Baekhyun’s cock jerks at the sight of them making out as Sehun fucks him.
Jongin turns to Baekhyun, an almost smirk on his plump, kiss swollen lips. “Hold on to me,” he says.
Baekhyun can’t take his eyes off the way Jongin’s body moves when he swings a leg over Baekhyun’s stomach. He’s facing Sehun, leaving Baekhyun with the stunning view of his ass, round cheeks that are now grinding down on Baekhyun’s cock. It’s distracting and Baekhyun’s grabs on to Jongin’s hips, hissing at the friction as Jongin fists their cocks together. It would be too much if Sehun hadn’t stopped thrusting, but he’s balls deep inside Baekhyun and unmoving, watching.
Sehun runs his hands down the insides of Baekhyun’s thighs, holding them open wide as Jongin raises onto his knees. Something close to a scream chokes out of Baekhyun’s throat when Jongin sinks onto his cock. He’s so slick and hot and he’s clenching around Baekhyun’s cock so deliciously tight. Baekhyun wasn’t prepared for that. His nails dig crescents into Jongin’s hips, his entire body locked rigid as Jongin squirms.
And because Sehun and Jongin have always been a pair of brats, they begin moving as one. Jongin lifts off Baekhyun’s cock as Sehun pulls out. Then Jongin drops and Sehun thrusts forward. Baekhyun does scream. He doesn’t know how they fucking do it, but they keep in rhythm with each other, mouths meeting for sloppy kisses as Baekhyun does his best to hold on.
Someone else comes over, a gentle touch to Sehun’s shoulder to get his attention. Baekhyun snaps his hips up and Sehun pushes them back down, not distracted enough to let Baekhyun take control. He whines, wanting to indulge himself in the dual sensations having a cock lodged inside him while his own cock is rammed up a very nice ass. When he glares down at Sehun, what he sees is Kyungsoo - or rather, Kyungsoo’s cock.
Baekhyun licks his lips, staring at Kyungsoo openly. Jongin and Sehun pause and Kyungsoo climbs onto the bed, a sadistic sort of smirk on his mouth as he settles over Baekhyun’s chest, tugging at Baekhyun’s shirt until it slips off over his head. A pair of plush thighs frame Baekhyun’s face and he’s salivating, tongue swiping over his lips as he eyes Kyungsoo’s cock in front of him. His cock isn’t large, but it’s nice and thick and Kyungsoo trails the tip over Baekhyun’s mouth.
Baekhyun licks at Kyungsoo’s cock, eyes lidded as he makes a show of dragging his tongue slowly along the crown. Kyungsoo makes this noise that goes straight to Baekhyun’s dick. Which wouldn’t be so terrible if Jongin was moving to alleviate the pressure, but he’s too busy making out with Sehun loud enough for everyone to hear. Sehun’s hips are barely rocking, giving Baekhyun none of the relief he seeks.
Kyungsoo leans over Baekhyun, a hand around the base of his cock as it slips into Baekhyun’s waiting mouth. “Always knew you’d look good with your lips stretched around my cock,” Kyungsoo groans. He has a hand on the bed for support and another in Baekhyun’s hair, pulling from the roots to tip Baekhyun’s head back. “I wonder if you’ll finally keep fucking quiet when you’re choking on my dick.”
Baekhyun moans loud, tongue running along the length of Kyungsoo’s cock as he takes more of him in. Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow and he pushes in hard. Baekhyun gags. But then he swallows, ignoring the tears clinging to his eyelashes as he encourages Kyungsoo to keep going. Baekhyun loves the feel of Kyungsoo’s cock gliding over his lips, sitting hot and heavy on his tongue. And he takes it so well.
As soon as Kyungsoo gets a good pace going, his stare fixed on how his cock is fucking into Baekhyun’s mouth, Jongin and Sehun pick up where they left off. Tears trail down Baekhyun’s temples and into his hair, some dripping on the bed as he’s overwhelmed. He’s so impossibly full in every way.
“This is what you’ve been gagging for, isn’t it?” Kyungsoo rumbles. His cheeks are flush and his stomach contracts as he thrusts, his cock filling Baekhyun’s mouth over and over. “Always wanting a dick to choke on.”
Baekhyun moans his assent, swallowing down the taste of Kyungsoo as his hands find purchase on Kyungsoo’s thighs. He kneads them in his palms, enjoys the give of Kyungsoo’s skin. Baekhyun thinks he’s finally getting himself under control, valiantly pulling himself back from a sensory overload.
And then Jongin comes. Baekhyun whimpers, fingers gripping Kyungsoo’s thighs tight as Jongin’s ass pulses around his cock, attempting to suck the orgasm right out of him. It’s only because of Joonmyun - of all the incredible things he’s learned from his boyfriend in their time together - that Baekhyun is able to keep from coming deep inside Jongin’s delectable ass. Stamina and self control are two very important aspects of maintaining a healthy sexual relationship.
Kyungsoo doesn’t let up. Baekhyun whimpers and tries to breathe, focusing on the drag of Sehun’s cock as he fucks into him harder. Jongin hadn’t been loud, but Sehun is when he comes. Baekhyun clenches around his cock, pulling everything he can from Sehun as his hips jerk through it.
His thighs are sticky and there’s come trickling down his crack and to the comforter. Sehun and Jongin leave Baekhyun feeling bereft, empty. His dick is starting to hurt and he doesn’t have a moment to relax because Kyungsoo is unrelenting and there are already another set of hands pushing Baekhyun’s thighs closed. Baekhyun’s legs are stretched and his knees rest over a pair of shoulders.
Jongdae, Baekhyun learns when he sees him moving in his periphery, bends Baekhyun’s hips off the bed. His cock glides up the cleft of Baekhyun’s ass, catching on his rim before hitting against Baekhyun’s balls. He does it several times as Baekhyun tries to voice his frustrations around Kyungsoo’s cock. But Jongdae only chuckles and Kyungsoo grins down at him.
Baekhyun glares, but his eyes go wide when Jongdae’s cock finally pushes into his ass. His body immediately clamps around it, trying to keep Jongdae inside because it feels so fucking good. Baekhyun gurgles, saliva pooling on the corners of his lips and throat working to swallow around Kyungsoo as Jongdae thrusts into him hard.
Jongdae’s hips hit against Baekhyun’s ass and if Baekhyun could push himself forward for more, he would. But Kyungsoo’s weight keeps him down even as his spine tries to arch off the bed. It comes on so fast, the insistent pleasure that rushes through him, that Baekhyun’s resistance is slipping. He’s about to come.
Just as the first wave of release is about to hit, fingers clamp around the base of Baekhyun’s cock, cutting it off. Instead of sweet relief, Baekhyun feels the pleasure race through him without the gratification to back it up. He lets out a sob, wanting to move away as Jongdae slows, letting the crown of his cock rub against Baekhyun’s prostate until it’s over and he’s clamping his calves around Jongdae’s neck from sensitivity.
Baekhyun’s cock slaps against his stomach when Jongdae lets it go. It throbs, sensitive and painful and smearing precome over his belly. If his mouth wasn’t full, Baekhyun would have a few choice words for Jongdae. But even those would be cut off because Jongdae is back to fucking Baekhyun at full speed. Baekhyun is taken by surprise and his teeth graze down the length of Kyungsoo’s cock lightly.
Kyungsoo is cursing, a slew of muttered filthy words falling from his lips when he sits back, fisting his cock with strong, quick tugs. Baekhyun watches the way he works himself, the lewd sound of slick skin filling his ears. He waits, mouth open and tongue out. Kyungsoo’s thighs spread and he lifts onto his knees just enough for the first ropes of come to land mostly on Baekhyun’s tongue and lips. The rest of it manages to hit his neck and chest as Kyungsoo moves backwards.
Baekhyun swallows what he can, enjoying the pleasant sting that follows from having his lips stretched wide for so long. There are red lines down Kyungsoo’s thighs - an image that’s going to play a role in Baekhyun’s dreams - and Kyungsoo slowly pushes his way off as Baekhyun memorizes.
Without the weight to keep him down, Jongdae’s thrusts shunt Baekhyun over the mattress. There’s not enough leverage and Jongdae finally drops Baekhyun’s legs, not giving Baekhyun a chance to appreciate the blood rushing back in as he’s manhandled. For such a small man, Jongdae has the strength to get Baekhyun on his knees without effort. So fucking hot.
Like this, with Jongdae’s chest pressed to his back and cock sliding back inside him with ease, Baekhyun has a perfect view of the rest of the dicks he’s yet to try. He manages a smirk before his jaw goes slack, head falling back onto Jongdae’s shoulder because this angle is fucking amazing and he needs more. Jongdae lowers, pulling Baekhyun into his lap with him, hips never faltering as Baekhyun’s thighs spread wide, letting everyone see how his cock fucks in and out of Baekhyun’s ass and how well he takes it.
Every thrust has Baekhyun’s moans growing louder, higher pitched, and Baekhyun nearly tips forward onto his hands so he can fuck himself harder on Jongdae’s cock, but Chanyeol is there in front of him to block him. His hand is stroking leisurely over his cock, the crown red and wet and Baekhyun wants it.
Chanyeol toys with Baekhyun first, letting his cock slap against Baekhyun’s cheek and drag across his lips before smacking the other cheek. Baekhyun bares his teeth and Chanyeol reaches out, a handful of Baekhyun’s hair in his fist to hold him still. It shoots straight to Baekhyun’s cock - his neglected, painfully throbbing cock that bounces with each of Jongdae’s powerful thrusts.
“You want it?” Chanyeol asks, his naturally deep voice now gruffer, deeper. Baekhyun nods as he watches the muscles in Chanyeol’s arm flex when his hand works over his cock. A drop of precome pearls at the tip and Baekhyun sticks out his tongue. Chanyeol wipes the precome onto his thumb and lets Baekhyun lick it off. “Still want it?” he questions.
“Please,” Baekhyun rasps.
Chanyeol’s cock isn’t as thick as Kyungsoo’s, doesn’t stretch his lips as wide, but it’s long and Baekhyun takes it down with a pleased moan. He keeps his eyes on Chanyeol’s chest, hands reaching out to rest on Chanyeol’s narrow hips. Chanyeol’s head falls back and he lets Baekhyun do the work, standing there with a hand in Baekhyun’s hair and the other around the base of his cock to keep it steady.
It’s not easy to blow someone when he’s bouncing on a dick in his ass, but Baekhyun manages. Proudly. He fights down a smile, a dark gaze settled on Joonmyun now as he licks down Chanyeol’s cock. Joonmyun still looks so damned calm; he hasn’t even moved. Baekhyun knows he’s attractive, seductive, sexy beyond reason especially when there’s a dick near him, so why isn’t Joonmyun falling apart, wanting to touch him?
Jongdae wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and slams him down. Baekhyun jolts, hissing and pulling Chanyeol’s cock from his mouth to stroke him off. One last powerful, painful throb of Baekhyun’s cock and then he’s finally coming.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun spits, squeezing Chanyeol’s dick in his hand as his ass flutters around Jongdae’s cock. Thick white come shoots from his cock and onto his stomach, his thighs, dripping down and coating his skin. He comes and comes and comes, grinding down on Jongdae’s cock until he’s satisfied. His head is spinning and he feels the way Jongdae shudders when he follows, coming inside the tight heat of Baekhyun’s ass.
Sweaty and panting, Baekhyun leans in to take down Chanyeol’s cock. Unlike most people, when Baekhyun comes the first time, he’s merely renewed, ready for more. His down time has always been minimal. It’s a gift.
Jongdae runs his fingers through the come on Baekhyun’s stomach, wetting his palm and spreading it more. His chin rests on Baekhyun’s shoulder, his breathing labored and his eyes fixed on Baekhyun’s mouth around Chanyeol’s cock. Baekhyun gives them both a show, sinking as far low as he can, gagging around Chanyeol’s cock but still going until his nose brushes against trim hair.
“Shit,” Chanyeol curses, jerking back until his cock falls from Baekhyun’s mouth.
There are fresh tears gathering in the corners of Baekhyun’s eyes, but he slides his hand up Chanyeol’s cock and feels it pulse just before Chanyeol comes. It drips through Baekhyun’s fingers, spills onto the mess already across Baekhyun’s stomach and thighs. Chanyeol looks very pretty after he comes, staring down at Baekhyun in wonder as Baekhyun pops each of his fingers into his mouth in turn, licking them clean.
Baekhyun slumps onto his hands when Chanyeol walks off, staring at Chanyeol’s flat ass and flashing Jongdae a smile after Jongdae smacks his ass softly. He’s left in the middle of his bed, covered in come and ready for someone to fill him up. He’s not done.
Minseok and Luhan are propped on the wall together, holding hands and still fully clothed. Yixing, however, looks hesitantly eager, rocking on the balls of his feet as his eyes drag over Baekhyun’s form. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs, dark blue with a wet patch near the top. The bulge is rather impressive and Baekhyun curls his finger at Yixing, tempting him to come over.
Yixing has this lovely, tempting trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and Baekhyun noses over it as soon as Yixing is in reach. Yixing stares at him, bottom lip in his teeth as Baekhyun slips teasing fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He lets the elastic snap back once before hooking the fabric and dragging it down ridiculously muscled thighs. Baekhyun lets himself appreciate the firm muscles under his palms on the way back up. Yixing is patient, breathing evenly until Baekhyun wraps fingers around Yixing’s cock.
Baekhyun stays eye level with Yixing’s dick, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. His thumb catches precome and smears it around the tip, sliding down as Yixing’s hips rock forward just a little. Baekhyun smiles up at Yixing, his tongue running over the point of his canine as Yixing sucks in a sharp breath. Baekhyun twists his wrists, adding more pressure and Yixing’s eyes close for a moment.
Baekhyun knows Yixing thinks his hands are pretty. Most people do, honestly. But Yixing has voiced it aloud before when he was out drinking with Joonmyun and Baekhyun. A little liquor loosened him up enough to practically serenade Baekhyun’s delicate fingers. So Baekhyun uses that to his advantage.
He strokes lightly, letting his fingers catch on the crown before dragging back down. Yixing is transfixed, pink invading his cheeks and eyes dark as Baekhyun goes just a little faster, squeezes a little harder.
The mattress dips behind Baekhyun and hands rest on his waist. He looks down and groans at how fucking huge Yifan’s hands look compared to his small frame. Yifan could probably toss Baekhyun around like a toy and the thought alone has Baekhyun’s cock hardening again.
When Yifan does move Baekhyun, it’s only enough to slide him back on Yifan’s lap, knees between Baekhyun’s to spread him out. He can feel Yifan’s cock against his ass and Baekhyun wiggles against it while winking up at Yixing. Yifan’s large hand runs up Baekhyun’s chest before gripping his chin and turning his head.
“Joonmyun’s told me all about your fantasies,” Yifan whispers.
Baekhyun breathes out a soft oh, eyes flickering over to Joonmyun still perched on the doorframe.
“Let’s see if I can live up to that.”
Baekhyun shudders, very willingly lifting just enough for the head of Yifan’s cock to fit against his rim. It pushes into him slowly and Baekhyun leans his head on Yixing’s stomach, still pulling at Yixing’s cock with intent. Additional movement on the bed has Baekhyun staring up at Tao. Sweet, sweet Tao with his cock right in Baekhyun’s face.
And, well, Baekhyun’s not doing anything important with his mouth so he licks straight up the length of Tao’s cock just as Yifan bottoms out. Yixing seems to be enjoying the added person; he’s pushing into the ring of Baekhyun’s fingers now, his pace quickening.
There’s hardly any time to relish how stretched and full he feels. Yifan snaps his hips up and Baekhyun groans. Yifan doesn’t fuck Baekhyun fast, but he does fuck him hard. Every thrust zips straight up Baekhyun’s spine and he curls back, losing himself in it as Yixing and Tao thrust through his fists. Yifan definitely lives up to expectations, moving Baekhyun just how he wants him. It isn’t long until Baekhyun is hard, his cock curving up and slapping against his belly.
Baekhyun tightens his grip on Yixing, eyes trained on Yixing’s face when he leans over to suck the tip of Tao’s cock into his mouth. Yixing’s cock throbs in his hand and Tao lets out a soft noise that Baekhyun encourages by letting Tao’s cock slip over his tongue. Tao is sensitive, hissing through his teeth as Baekhyun swallows and hollows his cheeks. He bobs his head, sometimes gagging as Yifan’s thrusts force him forward.
Yifan takes Baekhyun for a ride. He doesn’t need to go fast when there’s so much power in his moves. Baekhyun whines around Tao’s cock, fist sliding quickly over Yixing’s dick until Yixing is tipping toward him, a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder to steady himself as he comes. It spurts over Baekhyun’s chest and fingers, trailing down his arm as he makes sure to milk everything he can from him.
Baekhyun pops off Tao’s cock long enough to smile up at Yixing who sweeps the sweaty hair from Baekhyun’s forehead before leaving. Tao shifts closer and Baekhyun gets his mouth on him again, breathing hard through his nose and letting Tao thrust at his own pace so he can revel in the pleasure that flows through his limbs. Baekhyun is practically buzzing, moaning and rocking between the two men as his thighs begin to ache.
Yifan helps. He guides Baekhyun, picking up most of his weight when he can’t. Baekhyun gets to pay more attention to the perfectly sized cock in his mouth. Tao pushes his thumb to Baekhyun’s cheek until he can feel his cock moving. His hips rock quicker and Baekhyun only has a moment to realize what’s happening before Tao is coming down his throat.
Yifan is gracious enough to stop thrusting which gives Baekhyun the chance to swallow and lick Tao clean, smacking his lips with a pleased hum. When he bats his eyelashes up at him, Tao is blushing and Baekhyun thinks it’s adorable.
As soon as Tao is clear, Yifan pushes Baekhyun onto his elbows, his hands curling around Baekhyun’s shoulders to pull him back. The way he fucks into him, still hard but now fast, has Baekhyun’s teeth clacking and his thighs spreading further. The mess of come on Baekhyun’s chest drips and his hands are sticky, trying to find purchase on the comforter and sliding instead.
Behind him, Yifan lets out a growl as his cock pulses, pushing as deep inside Baekhyun as he can go. Baekhyun lets out a hiccup of a whimper, the rest of his voice lost as Yifan comes inside him. Baekhyun clenches around him, groaning at how thick Yifan’s cock is before it’s pulled slowly from him.
Baekhyun is left breathless, on his knees as his dick kindly reminds him that it’s still impatiently waiting for someone to get him off again. When he rolls onto his back, his head falls to the side, watching as Joonmyun now speaks in a hushed voice with a fully clothed Tao. Tao glances back at Baekhyun, offers him a small smile and leaves.
The only people left are Minseok and Luhan. Baekhyun cranes his head to see them, happy to note that the pair are naked now. And approaching.
Baekhyun never would have thought that Minseok was the muscle sort, but he has abs Baekhyun could spend a week worshipping with his mouth and still not have enough. He stares. Blatantly. Licking his lips as Minseok’s mouth pulsl up on one side. As Minseok stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at him, Baekhyun spreads his legs. Minseok takes him by the ankles and pulls until Baekhyun’s ass is right on the edge of the mattress.
“That’s better,” Minseok croons. A hand snakes over Minseok’s chest from behind and Luhan perches his chin on Minseok’s shoulder to watch.
It’s Luhan who runs his hand down to Minseok’s cock, guiding it until the tip is pushing into Baekhyun, stretching him wide before the shaft follows in one smooth glide. It leaves Baekhyun moaning, fingers twisted in the blanket by his head and his body shifting more toward Minseok. The touch of Minseok’s hand on Baekhyun’s cock leaves Baekhyun choking on air, biting hard on his bottom lip to keep from instantly coming all over himself. He wants this to last.
Minseok fucks like a pro, with Luhan behind him setting the pace. Luhan keeps his hand on Minseok’s dick and his eyes fixated on where it disappears into Baekhyun’s pliant body.
“You take him so well,” Luhan compliments.
Baekhyun knows he takes cock well. It’s one of his many talents. But to hear it after all he’s been through has a swell of pride ballooning in his chest. It bursts inside him, flooding his veins with a shock of pleasure when Luhan gently slides a finger into Baekhyun alongside Minseok’s cock.
Minseok doesn’t stop moving even as Baekhyun lets out a groan, exhaling with a hiss. It isn’t uncomfortable. Just unexpected. The finger disappears only for Luhan to slide it in again, this time with lube to make it easier. Baekhyun encourages him, wiggles his hips in invitation as Minseok fucks him and Luhan tests to see how much he can stretch him.
This. This Baekhyun can take. As soon as Luhan has three fingers inside him as Minseok thrusts leisurely through it, Baekhyun realizes what’s about to happen. And he can’t wait. It’s not the first time he’s taken two dicks up his ass and, with any luck, it won’t be the last.
Minseok crawls onto the bed, pushing Baekhyun along with him as Luhan moves. The room spins when Minseok lifts Baekhyun onto his knees so he’s sitting on Minseok’s cock, propped on Minseok’s thighs. Minseok is really pretty up close. Baekhyun admires his pink lips and shining eyes while allowing Luhan to adjust, his chest pushing against Baekhyun’s back now. The two of them did this so easily that Baekhyun is certain they’ve done it before. And something about that gives him a thrill.
Baekhyun raises and leans forward, Minseok’s hands holding his cheeks apart as Luhan’s lubed cock pushes at his rim. He wills himself to relax, breathing calmly until the crown slips through. Several moans ring out as Baekhyun slowly sits, taking both cocks all the way to the hilt.
He’s so fucking full. He can feel everything and his skin is practically buzzing. Baekhyun doesn’t ever want to move; not if it means losing this feeling. Fuck he’s so so stuffed and content. . . except for the throbbing of his dick. Which is incessant and painful.
“Gonna make you sing,” Luhan promises.
His throat is already dry and sore, but the way Minseok and Luhan fuck is an art form. Minseok’s cock will slide in as Luhan’s pulls out and then they’re switching, always keeping Baekhyun full, always keeping the pressure right where he wants it the most. It’s fucking heaven. He tries to bounce, but Minseok keeps him still with hands on his hips, clucking his tongue with a shake of his head.
Baekhyun whimpers, swallowing hard as moans start slipping out of him without thought. It’s euphoric, his mind fuzzy and body driven by the pleasure, desperate to come. Every part of him feels like it’s on fire, burning him up. He lets it take him over, everything a blank except one thing.
Joonmyun is clear in his vision, watching the way Baekhyun is falling apart. Baekhyun keeps his eyes on Joonmyun, his senses so sharp he imagines he can hear Joonmyun’s steady breaths and the beating of his heart. Minseok and Luhan speed up, Baekhyun’s cock rubbing against the defined muscle of Minseok’s stomach until it’s too much.
Baekhyun locks in place, thighs trembling and nails biting into Minseok’s shoulders when he comes. There isn’t much left in him, but his cock pulses, the waves crashing around him. He whines, whimpers, screams as Minseok and Luhan fuck him right through it. Their thrusts are desperate, off rhythm, but Luhan pushes pushes pushes and Baekhyun feels him come, hears his raspy groan as his hips jerk upward.
Minseok is quieter, softer, shaking as he fills Baekhyun up. A puddle of come slides out with their softening cocks and Baekhyun would find it amusing that Joonmyun’s favorite comforter is a mess, but he’s too busy reeling in the after sex bliss. The tip of his nose is tingling, his limbs heavy and the blood is rushing loud in his ears.
He listens to Minseok and Luhan’s low voices combined with Joonmyun’s. Baekhyun lays there, unmoving as he catches his breath. The silence that falls is deafening.
“You were so good,” Joonmyun croons at him.
Baekhyun opens his eyes to see Joonmyun at the side of the bed, gazing down at him affectionately. His heart flops in his chest, tries to wiggle its way out to perform a cheer in Joonmyun’s honor. Best boyfriend ever.
“How do you feel?”
Baekhyun hums, reaching out for Joonmyun, but he’s so tired. So weak. His fingers merely brush against Joonmyun’s slacks before his arm falls. “Dirty,” Baekhyun answers with a smile. “And tired. And kinda numb.”
Joonmyun sits in a clean spot and brushes the damp hair from Baekhyun’s eyes with a fond look. “Are you ready for a shower?”
Baekhyun lets out a low moan at the thought of hot water and Joonmyun there to hold him up. And Joonmyun laughs. He ends up getting rather dirty himself - or at least his clothes do - as he carries a pouting Baekhyun into the bathroom. He lets himself be pampered, coddled, washed from head to toe underneath a stream of hot water because he knows Joonmyun loves taking care of him. And he loves letting Joonmyun take care of him.
They exchange lazy kisses, ridiculous smiles as Joonmyun keeps asking if Baekhyun is alright, if anything hurts, if he’s mad at him for going too far.
“Baby it was perfect,” Baekhyun promises before kissing the next question off Joonmyun’s lips. Partly because he’s tired of talking. But mostly because he can’t get enough of Joonmyun’s mouth. Plus, it’s hot when Joonmyun licks through his lips even though Baekhyun’s had several dicks in his mouth and hasn’t brushed his teeth yet.
Baekhyun is tender, head back against the tile and hands on Joonmyun’s shoulders to steady himself as Joonmyun fits two fingers into his ass to hold it open. Come drips out and Joonmyun wets his fingers, running them cautiously around inside Baekhyun as much as he can to get most of it out. Baekhyun is left trembling, and a little turned on after. He just can’t help it.
All he gets from Joonmyun is an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes when he spots Baekhyun’s dick hardening.
Baekhyun is left wrapped in a fluffy purple towel as Joonmyun strips down their bed and remakes it all on his own. It gives Baekhyun the time to decompress . . . which means mindlessly watching the way Joonmyun’s naked body twists and turns when he moves. And Baekhyun is definitely hard by the time Joonmyun is done.
“You know this wasn’t much of a deterrent to keep me from acting out,” Baekhyun states once they’re snug under the blankets.
Joonmyun is on his back, Baekhyun tucked against his side. Joonmyun peers down at him. “I know,” he admits. But I was hoping it would keep you satisfied at least until I make this deadline.”
Baekhyun snorts, tossing his leg over Joonmyun’s and letting his cock push against Joonmyun’s hip. “Baby, I’ll always want your dick.” He rolls his hips just for emphasis.
“Baek,” Joonmyun starts, a hand settling on Baekhyun’s waist. “You need to let yourself recover before my dick goes anywhere near your ass.”
Baekhyun slides up, resting on an elbow to look down at his boyfriend. He runs a finger along Joonmyun’s lower lip as he licks his own. “What about your mouth?”
Baekhyun is needy, pushy, downright demanding, but when Joonmyun’s soft like this, he doesn’t refuse him. The blankets are kicked to the floor, Joonmyun grumbling about just getting clean ones on the bed, before he’s pushing Baekhyun into his back. Baekhyun’s legs automatically fall open as Joonmyun slinks down his body.
Baekhyun is still hard and Joonmyun flicks his cock, refusing to give it any attention as he goes lower. The only thing Baekhyun sees is a head of blond hair, but he definitely feels it when Joonmyun spreads his cheeks. If there’s one thing Joonmyun enjoys doing the most, it’s making Baekhyun come with his tongue up his ass. And it’s something that Baekhyun encourages. Often.
Joonmyun is more careful than usual, concerned. Soft. Baekhyun clenches instinctively at the first touch, but slowly loosens up as Joonmyun’s tongue works around his puffy rim. Joonmyun’s mouth is the gift that keeps on giving. Baekhyun rocks his hips, reaches up to hold on to the headboard as he rides Joonmyun’s talented tongue.
His other hand trails down to his cock, stroking himself off quickly. Joonmyun bends until Baekhyun’s hips are off the bed, and Baekhyun moans and wiggles, begging Joonmyun for more, just a little more, fuck, Joonmyun, baby, wanna come from your mouth.
It builds up so quickly. Baekhyun would be embarrassed, but he’s so damn sensitive and Joonmyun knows exactly how to break him. His orgasm takes him hard, toes curling and thighs closing in on Joonmyun’s head as his cock dribbles a few weak strings of come.
“Come here,” Baekhyun orders, still breathing hard and now dirty again. And he’s pleased at how Joonmyun hovers over him, letting Baekhyun get his hands on Joonmyun’s dick without having to ask.
“We’re going to have to come to a compromise,” Joonmyun says, gasping and jerking forward as Baekhyun tugs on his cock.
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at him. “We’re talking about this now?”
“I have your attention now.”
“Alright then,” Baekhyun agrees, tightening his grip on Joonmyun cock and paying extra attention to the crown where Joonmyun is the most sensitive. “Compromise. I suggest you make room in your schedule for conjugal visits.”
Joonmyun is breathing heavily, hips moving in time with Baekhyun’s hand. “I still have to make deadline. I can’t with you on my dick.”
Baekhyun squeezes in retaliation. Joonmyun hisses and gives him a dark look. “What about lunch? You have to eat.”
“I won’t be eating if you’re there.”
Baekhyun gets a lewd grin on his face. “Sure you will.”
Joonmyun groans, head falling to rest on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “Fine. Lunches.”
“And dinner.” Baekhyun knows Joonmyun’s going to protest even before he speaks, so he twists his wrist on the upstroke and Joonmyun’s body curls, his cock pulsing as he comes over Baekhyun’s stomach.
Joonmyun slowly lowers his weight onto Baekhyun, trapping his dirty hand between them. “Dinner twice a week,” he concedes. And Baekhyun takes it. He knows Joonmyun works hard, but he also knows that Joonmyun can work too hard. This isn’t just about Baekhyun’s wants. This is about taking care of Joonmyun without Joonmyun realizing that’s what he’s doing.
“I love you,” Joonmyun whispers against Baekhyun’s skin. “And I really do miss you.”
Baekhyun takes Joonmyun’s hand and threads their fingers. “I love you too. Now stop talking so I can sleep. ‘M fucking exhausted.”
Joonmyun pinches his side and Baekhyun wiggles closer. Content. Happy. Perfect.
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fun fact: i used to word cock 117 times and the word dick 26 times ^_^