wrap me up
wrap me up
nc-17; romance, fluff; kris/baekhyun; 6, 470 wc
summary: it isn’t to anyone’s surprise that baekhyun’s shit when it comes to giving gifts to other people. but, this time, he’s pretty sure he’s got this one in the bag.
warnings: explicit smut, rimming
notes: a vday collaboration fic by airplanewishes, onyu, and i. :3
Baekhyun isn’t really one for grand celebrations of holidays, whether it be Christmas or birthdays or anniversaries, much less occasions like White Day or even Valentine’s Day. In all the years he and Kris have been together, they haven’t really properly celebrated a particular occasion other than maybe eating out or going to the movies. (Although there was that one time where Kris invited Baekhyun to come up with him to his family’s vacation home up in the mountains so they could spend some alone time together, their first as a couple.) The rest of the time, everything is normal; they go to work, Kris to that law firm he runs with Joonmyun, and Baekhyun to Dr. Kim Minseok’s clinic where he assists as a nurse, then they go home with Baekhyun making dinner, after which they get to cuddling on the couch in front of some horrendously cheesy movie.
It’s a life that some of their friends have called ‘disgustingly boring’, but it’s his life with Kris and it can be disgustingly boring for as long as it takes if it means Baekhyun getting to keep Kris for a long time.
Either way, neither of them is particularly romantic or expressive, throwing their affection for each other around jokingly. Baekhyun thinks that telling someone you care about them is like giving yourself away completely, and he isn’t sure that Kris is ready for that. Despite them living together for three years and being together for five, they never really talk about the future. Sure, they make plans together, about the places they would go to, about the future of their careers, but never really talk about them and where they would be down the road. It doesn’t really bother Baekhyun; he likes them the way they are and is content with being with Kris for as long as he’s allowed to. But sometimes, when he’s tired and curled up with Kris, he does wonder about how things would be like if they made things more concrete between them.
Baekhyun smiles a little, watching from the doorway, as Kris goes around their bedroom, nearly upending it, trying to look for his phone. For something that’s practically glued to him, Kris always loses it because his hands can’t seem to hold onto anything too small for long periods of time.
“It’s on the kitchen counter,” Baekhyun says, putting him out of his misery. Kris looks confused. “You left it there before you left for that meeting with Joonmyun last night.”
“That’s right,” Kris says, lighting up, remembering how he’d had to borrow Joonmyun’s phone to let Baekhyun know where he was.
Kris gives him a swift kiss on the forehead as a form of thanks before moving out of the room to get it. It makes Baekhyun blush for some weird reason because Kris kisses him all the time. In fact, they do a lot more than kissing most of the time and it’s never really made him feel anything other than wanted. And Kris makes him feel wanted a lot. Baekhyun shakes his head and rolls his eyes at himself. He turns and looks around the room. It’s time to start putting his plan into action. Kris will probably be distracted with his phone for a while as he answers text messages and emails.
He gets so engrossed in fixing up the room and dressing up that he doesn’t even hear Kris come in and close the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
Baekhyun whips around, managing not to fall over. “I-,” he tries to speak but the words die in his throat as Kris’s eyes fall from his face down to his body and probably to his interesting choice of clothing.
“Baekhyun?” Kris prompts him when his eyes lift to meet his once more.
“Okay, I know we talked-or not really talked, but anyway, we weren’t going to do anything special today,” Baekhyun starts. “But I thought we could make an exception, or that I could since-”
“Today?” Kris’s brows crease. “What’s today?”
Baekhyun gapes at him because even if they never celebrate special occasions, he didn’t expect Kris to be so clueless about Valentine’s Day. Every commercial, every television show hint at it, even their neighbors blast depressing love songs so loud that you’d have to be deaf not to hear it.
“Nothing,” Baekhyun says when he’s recovered from the shock. Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Nothing. I just wanted to get you a gift and… maybe do something special. I mean if you want-”
“Is that why you’re dressed like…” Kris’s voice trails away as his breath catches in his throat, making Baekhyun’s mouth dry. “Why do I deserve such a… gift?” Because that’s what Baekhyun looks like. He’s tied himself up in a thick red ribbon, strategically covering the places that he knows Kris most wants to see.
His gaze is burning into Baekhyun’s skin, making him feel hot and tingly before they can even begin. Baekhyun wants to say that Kris has deserved him for a long, long time and that he will continue to deserve Baekhyun in the years to come, but instead he just smirks and watches as Kris gulps.
“Why do you think?” he coyly asks, playing with one end of the ribbon.
Kris blinks, shaking his head in disbelief, as he steps towards Baekhyun. “I don’t know why but I am very happy,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to receive a gift before.” He carefully places his hands on Baekhyun’s waist. “What do I do with it?”
“What do you want to do with it?” Baekhyun’s breath hitches when Kris moves closer, feeling his breath on his face. “What do you want to do with me?”
“What would you allow me to do with you?” Kris asks, voice now low and rough.
Baekhyun swallows with nervousness and excitement. "I'm giving you the permission to do anything to your gift,” he tells him.
"Can I eat it?" Kris asks, smirking, and Baekhyun swallows.
"When I say anything, I do mean anything," Baekhyun manages to say as soon as he gets his bravado back. "Untying me would be a good place to start," he then encourages, handing him the end of the red ribbon.
Kris hesitantly pulls the end of the ribbon at first. He's all but feeling thrilled and nervous at the idea of unravelling Baekhyun with his own hands, but it's not like this is something new for the both of them. They've tried it with whips and chains before, but something about the velvety feel of the ribbon on his skin - on their skins - tells him he's found a new favorite.
"I'm a bit lost," Kris says, gulping hard as he leans back just a little, gandering at the sight. "Care to take me through things?"
Baekhyun ponders for a bit, looking at Kris with that knowing glint in his eyes, before he finally saunters towards him. Two can play at this game. "How do you want me to teach you?" he drawls, the question easily falling from his lips. "And where do you want to start," he adds, fiddling with the ribbon, teasing with more skin. "Top? Or bottom?"
"Should we start at the top first?" Kris suggests. "You know, save the best for last and all that, yeah?"
Baekhyun wants to snort because it's so typical for Kris to slip a lame line like that in every chance he gets but, ultimately, decides not to, lest he ruins this moment with his big mouth again. "Well I wouldn't say that the bottom's necessarily the best since I'm fucking fabulous all around," Baekhyun can't help but say, but he chuckles and steps closer, leaving no space in between their bodies. "Okay then," his voice dropping to this low tone that he knows drives Kris crazy. He almost laughs when Kris shivers. Reaching for his hand, which are god's gift to humankind, or to Baekhyun to be honest, he places it on his shoulder. He presses himself even closer, lifting his face up. "Why don't you start by kissing me?"
And Kris can’t really do anything else but that, not when Baekhyun is presenting himself to him like this, looking so gorgeous and damn irresistible with that smirk painted on his lips and the pieces of red ribbon wrapped methodically around his petite body.
Kris takes a moment to tease him, pressing his lips against Baekhyun's own for just a fraction of a second before pulling back, and if he wasn't feeling so damn turned on right now, he would've honestly laughed at the soft whine that Baekhyun had immediately let out as soon as he moved away.
"You're not allowed to stop until I say so," Baekhyun whines, wrapping his arms around Kris' neck, his fingers tangling with Kris' hair.
If there's one thing he loves doing with Kris the most, it's kissing. There's just something about the way Kris kisses him that makes Baekhyun feel giddy and tingly, but at the same time safe, like nothing could ever go wrong. They're perfect when they kiss. They're perfect like this because it's moments like these that prove that Kris loves him as much as Baekhyun loves Kris.
"Are we just going to keep on kissing then?" Kris laughs in between kisses. "What about me unwrapping my present?" he teases.
Baekhyun lowers his hands to Kris's and places them on the big bow tied in front of his chest. "You can unwrap me now," Baekhyun gives him permission.
Kris swallows as Baekhyun takes a step back and he sees Baekhyun, who is probably the love of his life, give himself to him for the taking. For a second, there's that sudden feeling of contentment that overwhelms Kris. Baekhyun presenting himself wholly to him like this - Kris sees it as something beyond sex, something that’s infinitely significant. Oddly, it feels like something more and Kris can't help but reach out and hold Baekhyun a little closer to him again.
"All mine," he breathes out, feeling the words and every single meaning they possess behind them quickly wash over him. "You're all mine."
And Baekhyun understands it, too, if by the look of utter satisfaction that dawns over his features is anything to go by. "Yes, I'm all yours."
Kris pulls one side of the bow gently, and the ribbon comes off slowly on the other side. The velvet cloth traces the wicked contours of Baekhyun's body - his chest, his hips, the dip of his pelvis, and Kris can't help but smile as Baekhyun comes undone in front of him - painfully slow, but beautifully so.
Baekhyun's breath hitches as Kris traces the skin that becomes exposed as the ribbon slowly leaves his body. His fingers dance on his skin, lips fluttering ever so slowly and all Baekhyun wants to do is to lie down and submit himself to this man whom he trusts and loves.
This all started as something to tease Kris with because that's what Baekhyun likes to do. He likes playing games and enjoys Kris's disgruntled expression when he gets left hanging. But this - this is unplanned, almost getting out of hand. Kris kisses every inch of his skin like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, like worshipping Baekhyun is his life's mission.
Kris looks up from Baekhyun's navel, feeling Baekhyun stilling. "What's wrong?" he asks, sounding slightly worried.
"Nothing," Baekhyun whispers, swallowing as he tries not to sound choked with tears. He’s not emotional; he’s never emotional, and he’s not going to start right now.
"Hey. Hey-" Kris surfaces, wiping the corners of Baekhyun's eyes. "If you start crying, I'll stop exploring my gift," he says, and Baekhyun chokes up some laughter. Trust Kris to say the worst things at the right time.
(Baekhyun trusts Kris with everything, even his heart.)
There are a lot of things he actually wants to say, words and phrases that are so uncharacteristically him because Kris is, and has always been, the more sentimental one between the two of them, but Baekhyun swallows them all down. Now's not the right time to get emotional; they still have a lot of chances in the future for that.
"You better not, though," Baekhyun says instead, "I didn’t spend so much effort tying myself in ribbons just for my efforts to be wasted."
"And who says I'm letting your efforts go to waste?" Kris responds, as he shifts himself in between Baekhyun's thighs, making sure give only the slightest of pressures where he knows Baekhyun wants it. True enough, Baekhyun bites his lower lip, but Kris merely swoops down and kisses him. "I would never let this effort go to waste," he adds softly. "Just look at how beautiful you look, spread out like this for me." Kris's hand travels down and he lifts one of Baekhyun's leg to secure it around his waist.
"Only for you," Baekhyun gasps, canting his hips up.
"Ah ah, not yet," Kris stops him. "Don't you want to undress me first?"
"Undress yourself!" Baekhyun scoffs, trying very hard not to just rub himself against a fully clothed Kris.
Kris smirks and straightens up, kneeling in front of a panting Baekhyun. "As you wish," Kris says, moving to unbutton his shirt.
Grace isn't something that occurs to Kris too often, but the way Kris' shirt slips off his shoulders is enchanting. Baekhyun holds his breath, seething only when Kris pauses to meet Baekhyun in the eye and cover himself up a little again. Kris soon works on unzipping his pants, but he stops for a while to look at Baekhyun.
"Do you want to unzip me?" Kris asks. The smile on his lips is posing a challenge too hard to say no to.
Baekhyun crawls closer, catching the zipper by his teeth. "What would you do without me?" Baekhyun teases.
Kris laughs a little. "I'd do myself, while imagining you doing me."
Baekhyun’s mouth faintly grazes the tent quickly forming in his pants as he slowly pulls the zipper down and Kris can’t help the gruff moan that immediately slips past his lips at the slight contact. He shucks his pants off, along with his boxers, and smiles indulgently at the gaping Baekhyun now sitting on the bed. Kris feels another shot of arousal burst through him. Sure, they’ve seen each other naked so many times before, but Baekhyun never fails to make him feel like this is their very first time all over again, his gaze heated and intent as he hungrily takes in Kris’s naked form.
“Aren’t you lucky that I’m here then?” Baekhyun asks him. There’s really only one answer to that, and Kris knows he’s not just pertaining to sex anymore.
“Yes,” Kris answers nonetheless, even though Baekhyun can already read his response in the way Kris is looking down at him, in the way Kris’s lips perfectly fit against his as he drops a kiss on Baekhyun’s mouth. The pretty ribbon he used to wrap himself with has long since slipped from Baekhyun’s body, leaving him stark naked and gorgeous against their white sheets, and Kris can’t really help himself but add, “I’m very, very lucky.”
The verbal confirmation sends a wave of warmth flooding in Baekhyun’s chest, spilling throughout his whole body until it reaches even the tips of his fingertips. He wraps his arms around Kris’s neck and brings him down for another kiss, longer and even more passionate this time, lips sliding and tongues curling effortlessly against each other’s.
Kris grinds his hips down and Baekhyun breaks the kiss to throw his head back and groan. The delicious friction of their cocks rubbing together has Kris burying his face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, mouth easily finding purchase on the skin there as he nips and sucks blooming red marks across Baekhyun’s throat.
“Kris,” Baekhyun sobs, fingers now digging into Kris’s back from where he’s holding on tight. “Don’t stop, please.”
Despite Baekhyun’s breathy request, though, Kris forces his hips to stutter to a stop. Baekhyun’s hands immediately scramble for Kris’s hips and he tries to thrust up to keep their bodies pressed so close together, but Kris only shakes him off. He presses a quick, reassuring kiss on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth before finally moving down his chest, tongue dipping into every curve and lips closing in on one perky nipple as he plays with the other one with his thumb and forefinger.
A sharp gasp falls from his lips and before Baekhyun can even tangle his fingers in Kris’s hair, grasp onto them tightly to keep Kris there, Kris is already moving down, down, down, mouth now parading a conquering path to his rather hard cock.
Except Kris is doing anything but place his mouth on the very spot where Baekhyun wants it the most, much to his utter frustration. Kris keeps on ignoring his aching cock despite Baekhyun persistently bucking his hips up and showers all of his attention on Baekhyun’s thighs instead as he suckles and leaves red pinpricks all over them.
Baekhyun knows he’s really not in the place to complain, not when he’d willingly given Kris the permission to do anything with his gift earlier. But this is just too much. Baekhyun’s sure he’s going to combust pretty soon if Kris still refuses to touch-
Warmth and moist heat suddenly surround his cock and Baekhyun finds himself letting out an embarrassingly loud moan because, fuck, that feels good. He looks back down and sees Kris situated in between his legs, bent in half with his back arched beautifully as he takes Baekhyun’s cock in between his lips, fingers tightly gripping around the base.
Baekhyun’s hand slides into Kris’s hair, his nails gently scratching at the scalp as he tugs at the strands every now and then. While Baekhyun enjoys having his mouth on Kris, pleasuring him with his tongue and his rather interesting ability of taking his cock all the way in without gagging instantly, Baekhyun can’t deny that he loves this just as much as well. He loves the bursts of pleasure that crawls up his spine whenever Kris moans around his cock, loves the feeling of Kris’s lips sliding up and down the shaft, loves the way his tongue knows just how to tease the underside of the head.
Just when Baekhyun can already feel that familiar heat quickly uncoiling in his stomach, Kris releases his cock from his lips and sits up. There’s a whine already bubbling in Baekhyun’s throat, a complaint just precariously hanging on the edge of his tongue, and-
“Hold your legs up for me, baby,” Kris instructs before Baekhyun can even get a word in.
Baekhyun swallows whatever it was that he wanted to say and just obliges without any questions. Silently, he spreads his legs and holds them up, hands supporting the back of his knees as they’re pulled close to his chest. Baekhyun feels so exposed; this position gives Kris a rather fascinating view of his asshole and he tries to curb the sudden impulse to just drag Kris back up and cover himself.
Baekhyun doesn’t have time to feel even the littlest bit self-conscious, though, because Kris is already spreading his ass cheeks even further with his hands, slowly dragging the flat of his tongue over Baekhyun’s pucker to take an experimental lick. The hold Baekhyun has on the back of his knees falters for a bit, a hitch of his breath coming out in a tiny moan as another spike of pleasure hits him hard in all the right places.
“Good?” Kris asks, breath caressing the skin of his ass.
It takes a few seconds for Baekhyun to answer, his head still swimming in a flurry of sensations as he breathes out a, “God, yeah.”
They’ve only done this a couple of times before because it really hasn’t been that long since he found out about Kris’s apparent penchant for rimming, but that doesn’t stop Baekhyun from making it as one of his absolute favorite things in the world.
Kris hums in contentment before leaning down for more. He moans against Baekhyun's hole, his tongue gentle and soothing as he licks him over and over in long, even strokes until Baekhyun turns into a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. Just when Baekhyun blearily thinks this can't possibly get any better, it does - Kris tenses his tongue to press at Baekhyun’s hole, the wet muscle tentatively darting inside just to see if it can more than anything.
Baekhyun moans out loud, one long press of shaky breath, and he slides a hand down to his cock to roughly fist himself. Kris slaps his hand away with a grunt of disapproval, though, as his tongue continues to thrust in and out of Baekhyun's body. Driven by nothing but absolute want coursing through his veins, Baekhyun pushes back onto Kris’s face, forces Kris’s tongue in a little deeper.
A finger soon works in alongside Kris's tongue and Baekhyun hazily wonders if it might be possible to pass out from intense pleasure when that finger crooks and expertly strokes over his prostate. Baekhyun starts panting, evenly openly sobbing, a mix of incoherent words and sounds tumbling out from his mouth.
"Kris, please, baby-I want you to fuck me now," Baekhyun manages to say in one go. He's so riled up that Kris's finger and tongue aren’t just enough anymore, not want he wants, not what he needs. "Need you in me," he gasps, squeezing tightly around Kris's finger to show him just how much.
There’s a flurry of movement as Kris removes his finger and sits back, limbs flailing as he scrambles to uncap the lube and slick himself up. Baekhyun would’ve honestly laughed at the scene in front of him, at Kris frenziedly moving like he can’t wait a second longer to have his cock inside Baekhyun, if he wasn’t feeling so ridiculously anxious and impatient himself.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long - Kris lines his dick up against Baekhyun’s entrance, nudges against it a few times before finally sinking in. A low, almost animalistic groan immediately rumbles from Kris’s throat. Despite the countless number of times they've had sex, Kris knows he’ll never be used to this, the tight heat of Baekhyun that makes him choke on absolutely nothing.
Kris slides slowly into Baekhyun, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside. The feeling of fullness spreads to the rest of Baekhyun’s body and he nearly chokes until his brain reminds him to breathe. After taking a few deep breaths, the pain of being so stretched like this and odd fullness melt away and Kris begins to rock into him shallowly.
Kris leans forward, needing to kiss him, needing more contact and heat and slide and Baekhyun’s hands just immediately wrap themselves around Kris's neck, as if on their own accord, pulling him down and holding him still as their tongues meet in desperation. Beneath him, Baekhyun wiggles, a breathy plea of “more” escaping his lips, and that’s all it takes for Kris to pick up his pace, fucking him with deep, powerful strokes that lifted his hips right up off the bed.
Baekhyun’s fingers claw wildly at Kris’s broad shoulders, his back bowed up off the bed as Kris continues to thrust in and out of him. He's drenched in sweat, and he can feel every beat of his heart everywhere-but especially where Kris is inside him, stretching him, setting off little throbs and sparks of bliss so intense that all the strength runs out of his muscles.
Baekhyun mumbles about being too close, too much and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. But Kris understands, moves inside him all surging, hungry need, again and again and again until Baekhyun shudders violently and screams out like he’s on fire. And, maybe, in a sense he is; his skin burns from the pleasure, thoroughly consumes him from the inside out.
He then digs his nails into Kris’s shoulders and comes hard, writhing and groaning and making a mess all over his stomach. Baekhyun’s not really sure what he’s saying anymore, just that he’s choking out something affectionate and thankful and filthy all at once, and he doesn’t really have time to care about that, not when wave after wave of intense pleasure is crashing over him, momentarily making him blind and taking his breath away.
Feeling Baekhyun tighten around him, watching him stretched and taut and utterly undone and hearing him murmuring Kris’s name as the aftershocks make him shiver, Kris snaps his hips forward one last time and cries out. He grips at Baekhyun’s thighs hard enough to bruise, like he's going to drown if he lets go, and holds him there, flush against his hips as he rocks ever so slightly and rides out his orgasm buried deep inside Baekhyun.
Kris holds himself there for a second afterwards, shaking more with the exertion but wanting to stay as close as possible still. They’re both ridiculously sticky and sweaty but Baekhyun can’t seem to find it in himself to mind, especially not when Kris is almost breathing a laugh against his neck, the soft sound tugging Baekhyun’s lips into a very satiated smile.
Eventually, Kris’s cock slips out of him, a faint whimper bubbling from his lips, and he proceeds to take the vacant space on Baekhyun’s left. Kris’s hand searches out Baekhyun’s and, well, it’s sticky, but he doesn’t really mind; Baekhyun just laces their fingers together and makes a happy sound as he looks across the bed at him.
“That…was epic,” Kris mumbles sleepily. “Epic gift.” He looks thoroughly exhausted and spent, a ridiculous smile splayed on his face. Baekhyun lets out a snort but doesn’t really say anything, feeling Kris’s breathing slowly settling beside him, just audible and a little shallow.
Despite the heat starting to weigh him down as well, Baekhyun forces himself out of their bed, suddenly remembering that this isn’t the only surprise he has in mind for Kris. He softly pads towards the bathroom, making sure to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb Kris.
Once inside, Baekhyun takes the time to look at himself in the mirror. He’s pretty much covered in hickeys, pink and red blotches scattered across his pale skin, and he touches each one of them with gentle fingers while smiling weirdly to himself. How he’s actually going to hide the glaringly obvious bruise on his neck, he’s not quite sure, but Baekhyun supposes he’ll have the rest of the day to think about that.
There’s something else he needs to do, first.
When Baekhyun comes out of the bathroom all dressed up after washing up, he finds Kris lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He chuckles as he moves to Kris’s side of the bed and pulls the covers up to Kris’s waist. Kris always feels sleepy after they do things and Baekhyun has learned to just let him have his rest. It’s for his future benefit anyway. A well-rested Kris means a more energetic Kris.
Baekhyun decides to do the same then as he leaves the room, closing the door to keep Kris from waking up from the noise that he’s going to make in the kitchen. Baekhyun has already admitted to not being a very good cook (unlike in the past when they’ve only started dating and Baekhyun pretended that the take-outs he bought were made by him) and doesn’t keep all the noise and cursing that he does when he decides to cook.
Entering the kitchen, the first thing he sees is a black box with a red ribbon in the middle of the counter. His heart stops at the sight because it can’t be. Could Kris have actually given him a gift for Valentine’s Day? Curiously, he unties the bow and takes the cover off. Inside is a white envelope and he smiles because it’s so Kris to not know what to give him. He takes the card out, admiring the way the smooth paper feels nice in his hands, and his jaw drops open.
COMMITMENT IS SCARY is what the cover of the card says in pretty pink block letters, and Baekhyun blinks because that can’t be right. He reads it again and there’s no way that he reads it wrong. Who tells their partner that commitment is scary on Valentine’s Day? He really hopes this isn’t one of those consolation cards, which basically tells you that you’re great but no thanks.
It isn’t.
Or so they say.
We’ve been at this for years and I’m still waiting to be afraid. No such luck so far. But I’m not holding my breath for it either.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Baekhyun.
I love you.
Kris
PS. I’m hoping for the best.
Baekhyun feels like he’s just run a mile with the way he’s almost gasping for air. The words on this card are the most that Kris has ever expressed about their relationship. It’s the most Kris has even hinted to really thinking about his feelings for Baekhyun. Kris wrote I love you and if there’s anything Baekhyun could have been waiting for from Kris, this would be it. Some sort of confirmation that Kris is actually as in love with Baekhyun as he is with Kris because damn if Baekhyun can continue lying to himself that he hasn’t been in love with Kris since the moment they’ve met.
He returns the card back in the envelope, feeling overly emotional for a Valentine’s Day card and pulls the box towards him to put the card back in. Trust Kris to be weird enough to get a box for a card. As Baekhyun puts it in, he sees something else inside the box that does make him practically scream.
Baekhyun takes out a small, black velvet box with a trembling hand, and places it on the counter. He’s not entirely sure what to do with it because it’s that fucking black velvet box that he never even really entertained as a possibility. Hell, he only just found out that Kris is actually in love with him. There are too many things he’s feeling at the moment and Baekhyun isn’t quite sure how to do with it. He’s never been this happy before. But he supposes that he can start trying. Opening the box, he braces himself for the onslaught of emotions that he’s sure to feel, but he chokes instead.
It’s empty.
The excitement leaves Baekhyun and he’s left stunned and confused.
“If this is some kind of prank, Kris Wu,” Baekhyun starts, putting the opened box down. “I swear I will kill you. I will-”
“It’s not.”
Baekhyun whips around in shock, hand on his chest. “Fuck, you scared me,” he says in relief, closing his eyes as he feels his heart drumming in his chest. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions just in the past 15 minutes and he doesn’t think he can handle being scared on top of that. He remembers the box and opens his eyes to glare at Kris. “You,” he starts, baring his teeth, “what is this meaning of this?” He gestures wildly towards the card and the boxes on the counter.
“Uh, happy Valentine’s Day?” Kris responds with an uncertain chuckle.
“Well it was a happy one, with the hot sex and the card,” Baekhyun sighs, lips quirking a little when Kris reddens. “But this?” He holds up the empty velvet box. “Kris, I know we haven’t really talked about us before, like we’ve never actually said where we want things between us to go. But you can’t joke around like this.”
There’s a nervous energy running through Baekhyun because this is a pretty bold move. He’s never been one to ask his boyfriends to take a stand on the relationship, but then again none of those guys were Kris. With Kris, he wants things to be different. Baekhyun wants to know where he stands because it’s very clear to him where Kris stands with him.
“Okay,” is all Kris says and Baekhyun feels his heart sink.
Baekhyun sighs and closes the velvet box as if he’s locking away the possibility of that life. Putting it back inside the black box, along with the card, he closes it and picks it up.
“I’m going to take a walk,” Baekhyun tells him as he leaves the kitchen. He really doesn’t want to argue about this, not now, maybe not ever. It doesn’t even really matter to him that they wouldn’t get married. Not all relationships head toward that path. But for that hope to be dangled in front of him and swiftly taken away, even he can’t take that. Still, they’re not breaking up. They’re together and that’s all that matters. “I’ll be back later, probably with food,” he promises with a small forced smile towards him. “We can talk then?” He doesn’t wait for Kris to answer and just walks through the doorway.
“Wait,” Kris stops him, grabbing onto his wrist and making the box fall to the floor. It opens and the small velvet box rolls out. “Let’s talk now.”
“Kris,” Baekhyun softly pleads, taking a deep breath. “It’s really okay. Let’s just-”
“Well, how about you agree to marry me and then we can talk about us forever,” Kris interrupts.
Baekhyun chokes in the middle of inhaling rather violently and ends up having a coughing fit. “What?” he weakly asks.
“Are you okay?” Kris asks worriedly, bringing him to the living room and sitting him down on the sofa. He then runs to the kitchen and back to give him a glass of water. “I’m so sorry. This isn’t how I planned this to go.”
“What exactly did you plan?” Baekhyun repeats, clearing his throat.
“I… I want to ask you to marry me,” Kris says in one go, looking at Baekhyun as if willing him to reject the idea.
“You want to?” Baekhyun repeats, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“I will. I’m going to. Now,” Kris says. And then Baekhyun is trying to catch his breath because Kris is going down on one knee with the ring in his hands, offering it to Baekhyun like he’s offering his own heart. “Byun Baekhyun, will you marry me?”
And there it is. Those words that Baekhyun never allowed himself to think would come out of Kris’s mouth.
“You are so ridiculous,” Baekhyun tells him, grabbing Kris’s neck so he could kiss him. Kris slightly fumbles with the ring, afraid of losing it, but dutifully kisses Baekhyun back.
“Is that a yes?” Kris asks when Baekhyun pulls away.
Kris looks so hopeful and Baekhyun is tearing up because of that stupid coughing fit and not because of anything else. “What do you think?” he says.
“I’m hoping for the best,” Kris answers seriously, taking a deep breath, and Baekhyun’s eyes widen.
“That’s what you meant in the card?” Baekhyun blurts out.
“Well like you said, we’ve never really talked about us and our relationship before, although we have been living together for three years,” Kris babbles. “But just because I don’t bring it up doesn’t mean I don’t think about it and I really have been thinking about it a lot because you’re Baekhyun, you’re that guy I’ve wanted to be with since I first saw you outside of the university gates and sometimes I still can’t even believe we’re together so I just decide not to talk about it. But I only don’t bring it up because you never bring it up and I’m not sure you’re ready for it to be brought up so I just-”
“Yes,” Baekhyun cuts him off, a fond smile on his face. His smile turns into a grin when Kris stares at him with wide eyes. “Yes, I will marry you, Kris Wu, you dumbass.”
Baekhyun squeals when Kris practically jumps on him, falling backwards onto the couch as Kris kisses him. But he kisses him back, gives him and Kris this moment of bliss, one that is definitely for the books - their books, at least, as the first time they’ve ever mentioned feelings and the day Kris proposed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Baekhyun,” Kris whispers as they proceed to cuddle.
Baekhyun suddenly stiffens and pulls away. “You planned all of this,” he accuses him.
“Yes?” Kris confirms, not entirely sure what the big deal is.
“Earlier today, you didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day,” Baekhyun reminds him, eyes narrowing.
“Can’t a guy act clueless?” Kris pouts.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Well, you sure don’t have to try very hard. I can’t believe you let me make a fool of myself,” he huffs.
Baekhyun doesn’t care, not really. This really just started as something he wanted to do for Kris for the supposed special day, just something a bit more special for a change. It worked out exactly like he’d planned, with him getting fucked as thoroughly and as heavenly as possible. At the moment, though, Baekhyun can’t even really think about that. His heart feels so full with Kris’s expression of his love for him. A marriage proposal! All these years he’s been wondering, he really never thought they’d end up like this. He didn’t even want to think about whether this was a possibility for them. But now it’s here and it’s real. Kris is his fiance and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to express just how loved he feels. He thinks, though, that if this is how celebrations between them are going to go, he’s going to be on board for more to come.
“Aw c’mon, baby,” Kris says, coaxing him back into his arms. Baekhyun grudgingly allows himself to be embraced. “For the record,” he tells him. “It’s the best valentine’s gift anyone can ever receive.”
“Shut up. You know very well that your gift trumps mine,” Baekhyun grumbles. “And I bared myself for you like that, tied myself up and everything.” He makes a face and crosses his arms on his chest.
“Do you want to tie me up then?” Kris whispers seductively into his ear. “To make up for what I did. I promise you can do anything you want with me.”
Baekhyun swallows at the offer, already feeling himself getting turned on at the prospect (there is no way he’s never going to get aroused when Kris offers himself so freely like that), then he smirks at his boyfriend-fiancé. “You won’t be the same once I’m through with you,” he promises.
Kris just grins wickedly at him. “Mmm, I can’t wait.”
And, well, Baekhyun finds that he can’t either.
notes ii:
- for reference, this is the card that kris gave baekhyun~ ^^
- this whole thing started out as a twitfic, one that branched out from the idea of baekhyun wrapping himself up in ribbons as a present for kris. none of us really knows how it blew up and became this…thing lol.
nc-17; romance, fluff; kris/baekhyun; 6, 470 wc
summary: it isn’t to anyone’s surprise that baekhyun’s shit when it comes to giving gifts to other people. but, this time, he’s pretty sure he’s got this one in the bag.
warnings: explicit smut, rimming
notes: a vday collaboration fic by airplanewishes, onyu, and i. :3
Baekhyun isn’t really one for grand celebrations of holidays, whether it be Christmas or birthdays or anniversaries, much less occasions like White Day or even Valentine’s Day. In all the years he and Kris have been together, they haven’t really properly celebrated a particular occasion other than maybe eating out or going to the movies. (Although there was that one time where Kris invited Baekhyun to come up with him to his family’s vacation home up in the mountains so they could spend some alone time together, their first as a couple.) The rest of the time, everything is normal; they go to work, Kris to that law firm he runs with Joonmyun, and Baekhyun to Dr. Kim Minseok’s clinic where he assists as a nurse, then they go home with Baekhyun making dinner, after which they get to cuddling on the couch in front of some horrendously cheesy movie.
It’s a life that some of their friends have called ‘disgustingly boring’, but it’s his life with Kris and it can be disgustingly boring for as long as it takes if it means Baekhyun getting to keep Kris for a long time.
Either way, neither of them is particularly romantic or expressive, throwing their affection for each other around jokingly. Baekhyun thinks that telling someone you care about them is like giving yourself away completely, and he isn’t sure that Kris is ready for that. Despite them living together for three years and being together for five, they never really talk about the future. Sure, they make plans together, about the places they would go to, about the future of their careers, but never really talk about them and where they would be down the road. It doesn’t really bother Baekhyun; he likes them the way they are and is content with being with Kris for as long as he’s allowed to. But sometimes, when he’s tired and curled up with Kris, he does wonder about how things would be like if they made things more concrete between them.
Baekhyun smiles a little, watching from the doorway, as Kris goes around their bedroom, nearly upending it, trying to look for his phone. For something that’s practically glued to him, Kris always loses it because his hands can’t seem to hold onto anything too small for long periods of time.
“It’s on the kitchen counter,” Baekhyun says, putting him out of his misery. Kris looks confused. “You left it there before you left for that meeting with Joonmyun last night.”
“That’s right,” Kris says, lighting up, remembering how he’d had to borrow Joonmyun’s phone to let Baekhyun know where he was.
Kris gives him a swift kiss on the forehead as a form of thanks before moving out of the room to get it. It makes Baekhyun blush for some weird reason because Kris kisses him all the time. In fact, they do a lot more than kissing most of the time and it’s never really made him feel anything other than wanted. And Kris makes him feel wanted a lot. Baekhyun shakes his head and rolls his eyes at himself. He turns and looks around the room. It’s time to start putting his plan into action. Kris will probably be distracted with his phone for a while as he answers text messages and emails.
He gets so engrossed in fixing up the room and dressing up that he doesn’t even hear Kris come in and close the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
Baekhyun whips around, managing not to fall over. “I-,” he tries to speak but the words die in his throat as Kris’s eyes fall from his face down to his body and probably to his interesting choice of clothing.
“Baekhyun?” Kris prompts him when his eyes lift to meet his once more.
“Okay, I know we talked-or not really talked, but anyway, we weren’t going to do anything special today,” Baekhyun starts. “But I thought we could make an exception, or that I could since-”
“Today?” Kris’s brows crease. “What’s today?”
Baekhyun gapes at him because even if they never celebrate special occasions, he didn’t expect Kris to be so clueless about Valentine’s Day. Every commercial, every television show hint at it, even their neighbors blast depressing love songs so loud that you’d have to be deaf not to hear it.
“Nothing,” Baekhyun says when he’s recovered from the shock. Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Nothing. I just wanted to get you a gift and… maybe do something special. I mean if you want-”
“Is that why you’re dressed like…” Kris’s voice trails away as his breath catches in his throat, making Baekhyun’s mouth dry. “Why do I deserve such a… gift?” Because that’s what Baekhyun looks like. He’s tied himself up in a thick red ribbon, strategically covering the places that he knows Kris most wants to see.
His gaze is burning into Baekhyun’s skin, making him feel hot and tingly before they can even begin. Baekhyun wants to say that Kris has deserved him for a long, long time and that he will continue to deserve Baekhyun in the years to come, but instead he just smirks and watches as Kris gulps.
“Why do you think?” he coyly asks, playing with one end of the ribbon.
Kris blinks, shaking his head in disbelief, as he steps towards Baekhyun. “I don’t know why but I am very happy,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to receive a gift before.” He carefully places his hands on Baekhyun’s waist. “What do I do with it?”
“What do you want to do with it?” Baekhyun’s breath hitches when Kris moves closer, feeling his breath on his face. “What do you want to do with me?”
“What would you allow me to do with you?” Kris asks, voice now low and rough.
Baekhyun swallows with nervousness and excitement. "I'm giving you the permission to do anything to your gift,” he tells him.
"Can I eat it?" Kris asks, smirking, and Baekhyun swallows.
"When I say anything, I do mean anything," Baekhyun manages to say as soon as he gets his bravado back. "Untying me would be a good place to start," he then encourages, handing him the end of the red ribbon.
Kris hesitantly pulls the end of the ribbon at first. He's all but feeling thrilled and nervous at the idea of unravelling Baekhyun with his own hands, but it's not like this is something new for the both of them. They've tried it with whips and chains before, but something about the velvety feel of the ribbon on his skin - on their skins - tells him he's found a new favorite.
"I'm a bit lost," Kris says, gulping hard as he leans back just a little, gandering at the sight. "Care to take me through things?"
Baekhyun ponders for a bit, looking at Kris with that knowing glint in his eyes, before he finally saunters towards him. Two can play at this game. "How do you want me to teach you?" he drawls, the question easily falling from his lips. "And where do you want to start," he adds, fiddling with the ribbon, teasing with more skin. "Top? Or bottom?"
"Should we start at the top first?" Kris suggests. "You know, save the best for last and all that, yeah?"
Baekhyun wants to snort because it's so typical for Kris to slip a lame line like that in every chance he gets but, ultimately, decides not to, lest he ruins this moment with his big mouth again. "Well I wouldn't say that the bottom's necessarily the best since I'm fucking fabulous all around," Baekhyun can't help but say, but he chuckles and steps closer, leaving no space in between their bodies. "Okay then," his voice dropping to this low tone that he knows drives Kris crazy. He almost laughs when Kris shivers. Reaching for his hand, which are god's gift to humankind, or to Baekhyun to be honest, he places it on his shoulder. He presses himself even closer, lifting his face up. "Why don't you start by kissing me?"
And Kris can’t really do anything else but that, not when Baekhyun is presenting himself to him like this, looking so gorgeous and damn irresistible with that smirk painted on his lips and the pieces of red ribbon wrapped methodically around his petite body.
Kris takes a moment to tease him, pressing his lips against Baekhyun's own for just a fraction of a second before pulling back, and if he wasn't feeling so damn turned on right now, he would've honestly laughed at the soft whine that Baekhyun had immediately let out as soon as he moved away.
"You're not allowed to stop until I say so," Baekhyun whines, wrapping his arms around Kris' neck, his fingers tangling with Kris' hair.
If there's one thing he loves doing with Kris the most, it's kissing. There's just something about the way Kris kisses him that makes Baekhyun feel giddy and tingly, but at the same time safe, like nothing could ever go wrong. They're perfect when they kiss. They're perfect like this because it's moments like these that prove that Kris loves him as much as Baekhyun loves Kris.
"Are we just going to keep on kissing then?" Kris laughs in between kisses. "What about me unwrapping my present?" he teases.
Baekhyun lowers his hands to Kris's and places them on the big bow tied in front of his chest. "You can unwrap me now," Baekhyun gives him permission.
Kris swallows as Baekhyun takes a step back and he sees Baekhyun, who is probably the love of his life, give himself to him for the taking. For a second, there's that sudden feeling of contentment that overwhelms Kris. Baekhyun presenting himself wholly to him like this - Kris sees it as something beyond sex, something that’s infinitely significant. Oddly, it feels like something more and Kris can't help but reach out and hold Baekhyun a little closer to him again.
"All mine," he breathes out, feeling the words and every single meaning they possess behind them quickly wash over him. "You're all mine."
And Baekhyun understands it, too, if by the look of utter satisfaction that dawns over his features is anything to go by. "Yes, I'm all yours."
Kris pulls one side of the bow gently, and the ribbon comes off slowly on the other side. The velvet cloth traces the wicked contours of Baekhyun's body - his chest, his hips, the dip of his pelvis, and Kris can't help but smile as Baekhyun comes undone in front of him - painfully slow, but beautifully so.
Baekhyun's breath hitches as Kris traces the skin that becomes exposed as the ribbon slowly leaves his body. His fingers dance on his skin, lips fluttering ever so slowly and all Baekhyun wants to do is to lie down and submit himself to this man whom he trusts and loves.
This all started as something to tease Kris with because that's what Baekhyun likes to do. He likes playing games and enjoys Kris's disgruntled expression when he gets left hanging. But this - this is unplanned, almost getting out of hand. Kris kisses every inch of his skin like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, like worshipping Baekhyun is his life's mission.
Kris looks up from Baekhyun's navel, feeling Baekhyun stilling. "What's wrong?" he asks, sounding slightly worried.
"Nothing," Baekhyun whispers, swallowing as he tries not to sound choked with tears. He’s not emotional; he’s never emotional, and he’s not going to start right now.
"Hey. Hey-" Kris surfaces, wiping the corners of Baekhyun's eyes. "If you start crying, I'll stop exploring my gift," he says, and Baekhyun chokes up some laughter. Trust Kris to say the worst things at the right time.
(Baekhyun trusts Kris with everything, even his heart.)
There are a lot of things he actually wants to say, words and phrases that are so uncharacteristically him because Kris is, and has always been, the more sentimental one between the two of them, but Baekhyun swallows them all down. Now's not the right time to get emotional; they still have a lot of chances in the future for that.
"You better not, though," Baekhyun says instead, "I didn’t spend so much effort tying myself in ribbons just for my efforts to be wasted."
"And who says I'm letting your efforts go to waste?" Kris responds, as he shifts himself in between Baekhyun's thighs, making sure give only the slightest of pressures where he knows Baekhyun wants it. True enough, Baekhyun bites his lower lip, but Kris merely swoops down and kisses him. "I would never let this effort go to waste," he adds softly. "Just look at how beautiful you look, spread out like this for me." Kris's hand travels down and he lifts one of Baekhyun's leg to secure it around his waist.
"Only for you," Baekhyun gasps, canting his hips up.
"Ah ah, not yet," Kris stops him. "Don't you want to undress me first?"
"Undress yourself!" Baekhyun scoffs, trying very hard not to just rub himself against a fully clothed Kris.
Kris smirks and straightens up, kneeling in front of a panting Baekhyun. "As you wish," Kris says, moving to unbutton his shirt.
Grace isn't something that occurs to Kris too often, but the way Kris' shirt slips off his shoulders is enchanting. Baekhyun holds his breath, seething only when Kris pauses to meet Baekhyun in the eye and cover himself up a little again. Kris soon works on unzipping his pants, but he stops for a while to look at Baekhyun.
"Do you want to unzip me?" Kris asks. The smile on his lips is posing a challenge too hard to say no to.
Baekhyun crawls closer, catching the zipper by his teeth. "What would you do without me?" Baekhyun teases.
Kris laughs a little. "I'd do myself, while imagining you doing me."
Baekhyun’s mouth faintly grazes the tent quickly forming in his pants as he slowly pulls the zipper down and Kris can’t help the gruff moan that immediately slips past his lips at the slight contact. He shucks his pants off, along with his boxers, and smiles indulgently at the gaping Baekhyun now sitting on the bed. Kris feels another shot of arousal burst through him. Sure, they’ve seen each other naked so many times before, but Baekhyun never fails to make him feel like this is their very first time all over again, his gaze heated and intent as he hungrily takes in Kris’s naked form.
“Aren’t you lucky that I’m here then?” Baekhyun asks him. There’s really only one answer to that, and Kris knows he’s not just pertaining to sex anymore.
“Yes,” Kris answers nonetheless, even though Baekhyun can already read his response in the way Kris is looking down at him, in the way Kris’s lips perfectly fit against his as he drops a kiss on Baekhyun’s mouth. The pretty ribbon he used to wrap himself with has long since slipped from Baekhyun’s body, leaving him stark naked and gorgeous against their white sheets, and Kris can’t really help himself but add, “I’m very, very lucky.”
The verbal confirmation sends a wave of warmth flooding in Baekhyun’s chest, spilling throughout his whole body until it reaches even the tips of his fingertips. He wraps his arms around Kris’s neck and brings him down for another kiss, longer and even more passionate this time, lips sliding and tongues curling effortlessly against each other’s.
Kris grinds his hips down and Baekhyun breaks the kiss to throw his head back and groan. The delicious friction of their cocks rubbing together has Kris burying his face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, mouth easily finding purchase on the skin there as he nips and sucks blooming red marks across Baekhyun’s throat.
“Kris,” Baekhyun sobs, fingers now digging into Kris’s back from where he’s holding on tight. “Don’t stop, please.”
Despite Baekhyun’s breathy request, though, Kris forces his hips to stutter to a stop. Baekhyun’s hands immediately scramble for Kris’s hips and he tries to thrust up to keep their bodies pressed so close together, but Kris only shakes him off. He presses a quick, reassuring kiss on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth before finally moving down his chest, tongue dipping into every curve and lips closing in on one perky nipple as he plays with the other one with his thumb and forefinger.
A sharp gasp falls from his lips and before Baekhyun can even tangle his fingers in Kris’s hair, grasp onto them tightly to keep Kris there, Kris is already moving down, down, down, mouth now parading a conquering path to his rather hard cock.
Except Kris is doing anything but place his mouth on the very spot where Baekhyun wants it the most, much to his utter frustration. Kris keeps on ignoring his aching cock despite Baekhyun persistently bucking his hips up and showers all of his attention on Baekhyun’s thighs instead as he suckles and leaves red pinpricks all over them.
Baekhyun knows he’s really not in the place to complain, not when he’d willingly given Kris the permission to do anything with his gift earlier. But this is just too much. Baekhyun’s sure he’s going to combust pretty soon if Kris still refuses to touch-
Warmth and moist heat suddenly surround his cock and Baekhyun finds himself letting out an embarrassingly loud moan because, fuck, that feels good. He looks back down and sees Kris situated in between his legs, bent in half with his back arched beautifully as he takes Baekhyun’s cock in between his lips, fingers tightly gripping around the base.
Baekhyun’s hand slides into Kris’s hair, his nails gently scratching at the scalp as he tugs at the strands every now and then. While Baekhyun enjoys having his mouth on Kris, pleasuring him with his tongue and his rather interesting ability of taking his cock all the way in without gagging instantly, Baekhyun can’t deny that he loves this just as much as well. He loves the bursts of pleasure that crawls up his spine whenever Kris moans around his cock, loves the feeling of Kris’s lips sliding up and down the shaft, loves the way his tongue knows just how to tease the underside of the head.
Just when Baekhyun can already feel that familiar heat quickly uncoiling in his stomach, Kris releases his cock from his lips and sits up. There’s a whine already bubbling in Baekhyun’s throat, a complaint just precariously hanging on the edge of his tongue, and-
“Hold your legs up for me, baby,” Kris instructs before Baekhyun can even get a word in.
Baekhyun swallows whatever it was that he wanted to say and just obliges without any questions. Silently, he spreads his legs and holds them up, hands supporting the back of his knees as they’re pulled close to his chest. Baekhyun feels so exposed; this position gives Kris a rather fascinating view of his asshole and he tries to curb the sudden impulse to just drag Kris back up and cover himself.
Baekhyun doesn’t have time to feel even the littlest bit self-conscious, though, because Kris is already spreading his ass cheeks even further with his hands, slowly dragging the flat of his tongue over Baekhyun’s pucker to take an experimental lick. The hold Baekhyun has on the back of his knees falters for a bit, a hitch of his breath coming out in a tiny moan as another spike of pleasure hits him hard in all the right places.
“Good?” Kris asks, breath caressing the skin of his ass.
It takes a few seconds for Baekhyun to answer, his head still swimming in a flurry of sensations as he breathes out a, “God, yeah.”
They’ve only done this a couple of times before because it really hasn’t been that long since he found out about Kris’s apparent penchant for rimming, but that doesn’t stop Baekhyun from making it as one of his absolute favorite things in the world.
Kris hums in contentment before leaning down for more. He moans against Baekhyun's hole, his tongue gentle and soothing as he licks him over and over in long, even strokes until Baekhyun turns into a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. Just when Baekhyun blearily thinks this can't possibly get any better, it does - Kris tenses his tongue to press at Baekhyun’s hole, the wet muscle tentatively darting inside just to see if it can more than anything.
Baekhyun moans out loud, one long press of shaky breath, and he slides a hand down to his cock to roughly fist himself. Kris slaps his hand away with a grunt of disapproval, though, as his tongue continues to thrust in and out of Baekhyun's body. Driven by nothing but absolute want coursing through his veins, Baekhyun pushes back onto Kris’s face, forces Kris’s tongue in a little deeper.
A finger soon works in alongside Kris's tongue and Baekhyun hazily wonders if it might be possible to pass out from intense pleasure when that finger crooks and expertly strokes over his prostate. Baekhyun starts panting, evenly openly sobbing, a mix of incoherent words and sounds tumbling out from his mouth.
"Kris, please, baby-I want you to fuck me now," Baekhyun manages to say in one go. He's so riled up that Kris's finger and tongue aren’t just enough anymore, not want he wants, not what he needs. "Need you in me," he gasps, squeezing tightly around Kris's finger to show him just how much.
There’s a flurry of movement as Kris removes his finger and sits back, limbs flailing as he scrambles to uncap the lube and slick himself up. Baekhyun would’ve honestly laughed at the scene in front of him, at Kris frenziedly moving like he can’t wait a second longer to have his cock inside Baekhyun, if he wasn’t feeling so ridiculously anxious and impatient himself.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long - Kris lines his dick up against Baekhyun’s entrance, nudges against it a few times before finally sinking in. A low, almost animalistic groan immediately rumbles from Kris’s throat. Despite the countless number of times they've had sex, Kris knows he’ll never be used to this, the tight heat of Baekhyun that makes him choke on absolutely nothing.
Kris slides slowly into Baekhyun, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside. The feeling of fullness spreads to the rest of Baekhyun’s body and he nearly chokes until his brain reminds him to breathe. After taking a few deep breaths, the pain of being so stretched like this and odd fullness melt away and Kris begins to rock into him shallowly.
Kris leans forward, needing to kiss him, needing more contact and heat and slide and Baekhyun’s hands just immediately wrap themselves around Kris's neck, as if on their own accord, pulling him down and holding him still as their tongues meet in desperation. Beneath him, Baekhyun wiggles, a breathy plea of “more” escaping his lips, and that’s all it takes for Kris to pick up his pace, fucking him with deep, powerful strokes that lifted his hips right up off the bed.
Baekhyun’s fingers claw wildly at Kris’s broad shoulders, his back bowed up off the bed as Kris continues to thrust in and out of him. He's drenched in sweat, and he can feel every beat of his heart everywhere-but especially where Kris is inside him, stretching him, setting off little throbs and sparks of bliss so intense that all the strength runs out of his muscles.
Baekhyun mumbles about being too close, too much and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. But Kris understands, moves inside him all surging, hungry need, again and again and again until Baekhyun shudders violently and screams out like he’s on fire. And, maybe, in a sense he is; his skin burns from the pleasure, thoroughly consumes him from the inside out.
He then digs his nails into Kris’s shoulders and comes hard, writhing and groaning and making a mess all over his stomach. Baekhyun’s not really sure what he’s saying anymore, just that he’s choking out something affectionate and thankful and filthy all at once, and he doesn’t really have time to care about that, not when wave after wave of intense pleasure is crashing over him, momentarily making him blind and taking his breath away.
Feeling Baekhyun tighten around him, watching him stretched and taut and utterly undone and hearing him murmuring Kris’s name as the aftershocks make him shiver, Kris snaps his hips forward one last time and cries out. He grips at Baekhyun’s thighs hard enough to bruise, like he's going to drown if he lets go, and holds him there, flush against his hips as he rocks ever so slightly and rides out his orgasm buried deep inside Baekhyun.
Kris holds himself there for a second afterwards, shaking more with the exertion but wanting to stay as close as possible still. They’re both ridiculously sticky and sweaty but Baekhyun can’t seem to find it in himself to mind, especially not when Kris is almost breathing a laugh against his neck, the soft sound tugging Baekhyun’s lips into a very satiated smile.
Eventually, Kris’s cock slips out of him, a faint whimper bubbling from his lips, and he proceeds to take the vacant space on Baekhyun’s left. Kris’s hand searches out Baekhyun’s and, well, it’s sticky, but he doesn’t really mind; Baekhyun just laces their fingers together and makes a happy sound as he looks across the bed at him.
“That…was epic,” Kris mumbles sleepily. “Epic gift.” He looks thoroughly exhausted and spent, a ridiculous smile splayed on his face. Baekhyun lets out a snort but doesn’t really say anything, feeling Kris’s breathing slowly settling beside him, just audible and a little shallow.
Despite the heat starting to weigh him down as well, Baekhyun forces himself out of their bed, suddenly remembering that this isn’t the only surprise he has in mind for Kris. He softly pads towards the bathroom, making sure to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb Kris.
Once inside, Baekhyun takes the time to look at himself in the mirror. He’s pretty much covered in hickeys, pink and red blotches scattered across his pale skin, and he touches each one of them with gentle fingers while smiling weirdly to himself. How he’s actually going to hide the glaringly obvious bruise on his neck, he’s not quite sure, but Baekhyun supposes he’ll have the rest of the day to think about that.
There’s something else he needs to do, first.
When Baekhyun comes out of the bathroom all dressed up after washing up, he finds Kris lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He chuckles as he moves to Kris’s side of the bed and pulls the covers up to Kris’s waist. Kris always feels sleepy after they do things and Baekhyun has learned to just let him have his rest. It’s for his future benefit anyway. A well-rested Kris means a more energetic Kris.
Baekhyun decides to do the same then as he leaves the room, closing the door to keep Kris from waking up from the noise that he’s going to make in the kitchen. Baekhyun has already admitted to not being a very good cook (unlike in the past when they’ve only started dating and Baekhyun pretended that the take-outs he bought were made by him) and doesn’t keep all the noise and cursing that he does when he decides to cook.
Entering the kitchen, the first thing he sees is a black box with a red ribbon in the middle of the counter. His heart stops at the sight because it can’t be. Could Kris have actually given him a gift for Valentine’s Day? Curiously, he unties the bow and takes the cover off. Inside is a white envelope and he smiles because it’s so Kris to not know what to give him. He takes the card out, admiring the way the smooth paper feels nice in his hands, and his jaw drops open.
COMMITMENT IS SCARY is what the cover of the card says in pretty pink block letters, and Baekhyun blinks because that can’t be right. He reads it again and there’s no way that he reads it wrong. Who tells their partner that commitment is scary on Valentine’s Day? He really hopes this isn’t one of those consolation cards, which basically tells you that you’re great but no thanks.
It isn’t.
Or so they say.
We’ve been at this for years and I’m still waiting to be afraid. No such luck so far. But I’m not holding my breath for it either.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Baekhyun.
I love you.
Kris
PS. I’m hoping for the best.
Baekhyun feels like he’s just run a mile with the way he’s almost gasping for air. The words on this card are the most that Kris has ever expressed about their relationship. It’s the most Kris has even hinted to really thinking about his feelings for Baekhyun. Kris wrote I love you and if there’s anything Baekhyun could have been waiting for from Kris, this would be it. Some sort of confirmation that Kris is actually as in love with Baekhyun as he is with Kris because damn if Baekhyun can continue lying to himself that he hasn’t been in love with Kris since the moment they’ve met.
He returns the card back in the envelope, feeling overly emotional for a Valentine’s Day card and pulls the box towards him to put the card back in. Trust Kris to be weird enough to get a box for a card. As Baekhyun puts it in, he sees something else inside the box that does make him practically scream.
Baekhyun takes out a small, black velvet box with a trembling hand, and places it on the counter. He’s not entirely sure what to do with it because it’s that fucking black velvet box that he never even really entertained as a possibility. Hell, he only just found out that Kris is actually in love with him. There are too many things he’s feeling at the moment and Baekhyun isn’t quite sure how to do with it. He’s never been this happy before. But he supposes that he can start trying. Opening the box, he braces himself for the onslaught of emotions that he’s sure to feel, but he chokes instead.
It’s empty.
The excitement leaves Baekhyun and he’s left stunned and confused.
“If this is some kind of prank, Kris Wu,” Baekhyun starts, putting the opened box down. “I swear I will kill you. I will-”
“It’s not.”
Baekhyun whips around in shock, hand on his chest. “Fuck, you scared me,” he says in relief, closing his eyes as he feels his heart drumming in his chest. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions just in the past 15 minutes and he doesn’t think he can handle being scared on top of that. He remembers the box and opens his eyes to glare at Kris. “You,” he starts, baring his teeth, “what is this meaning of this?” He gestures wildly towards the card and the boxes on the counter.
“Uh, happy Valentine’s Day?” Kris responds with an uncertain chuckle.
“Well it was a happy one, with the hot sex and the card,” Baekhyun sighs, lips quirking a little when Kris reddens. “But this?” He holds up the empty velvet box. “Kris, I know we haven’t really talked about us before, like we’ve never actually said where we want things between us to go. But you can’t joke around like this.”
There’s a nervous energy running through Baekhyun because this is a pretty bold move. He’s never been one to ask his boyfriends to take a stand on the relationship, but then again none of those guys were Kris. With Kris, he wants things to be different. Baekhyun wants to know where he stands because it’s very clear to him where Kris stands with him.
“Okay,” is all Kris says and Baekhyun feels his heart sink.
Baekhyun sighs and closes the velvet box as if he’s locking away the possibility of that life. Putting it back inside the black box, along with the card, he closes it and picks it up.
“I’m going to take a walk,” Baekhyun tells him as he leaves the kitchen. He really doesn’t want to argue about this, not now, maybe not ever. It doesn’t even really matter to him that they wouldn’t get married. Not all relationships head toward that path. But for that hope to be dangled in front of him and swiftly taken away, even he can’t take that. Still, they’re not breaking up. They’re together and that’s all that matters. “I’ll be back later, probably with food,” he promises with a small forced smile towards him. “We can talk then?” He doesn’t wait for Kris to answer and just walks through the doorway.
“Wait,” Kris stops him, grabbing onto his wrist and making the box fall to the floor. It opens and the small velvet box rolls out. “Let’s talk now.”
“Kris,” Baekhyun softly pleads, taking a deep breath. “It’s really okay. Let’s just-”
“Well, how about you agree to marry me and then we can talk about us forever,” Kris interrupts.
Baekhyun chokes in the middle of inhaling rather violently and ends up having a coughing fit. “What?” he weakly asks.
“Are you okay?” Kris asks worriedly, bringing him to the living room and sitting him down on the sofa. He then runs to the kitchen and back to give him a glass of water. “I’m so sorry. This isn’t how I planned this to go.”
“What exactly did you plan?” Baekhyun repeats, clearing his throat.
“I… I want to ask you to marry me,” Kris says in one go, looking at Baekhyun as if willing him to reject the idea.
“You want to?” Baekhyun repeats, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“I will. I’m going to. Now,” Kris says. And then Baekhyun is trying to catch his breath because Kris is going down on one knee with the ring in his hands, offering it to Baekhyun like he’s offering his own heart. “Byun Baekhyun, will you marry me?”
And there it is. Those words that Baekhyun never allowed himself to think would come out of Kris’s mouth.
“You are so ridiculous,” Baekhyun tells him, grabbing Kris’s neck so he could kiss him. Kris slightly fumbles with the ring, afraid of losing it, but dutifully kisses Baekhyun back.
“Is that a yes?” Kris asks when Baekhyun pulls away.
Kris looks so hopeful and Baekhyun is tearing up because of that stupid coughing fit and not because of anything else. “What do you think?” he says.
“I’m hoping for the best,” Kris answers seriously, taking a deep breath, and Baekhyun’s eyes widen.
“That’s what you meant in the card?” Baekhyun blurts out.
“Well like you said, we’ve never really talked about us and our relationship before, although we have been living together for three years,” Kris babbles. “But just because I don’t bring it up doesn’t mean I don’t think about it and I really have been thinking about it a lot because you’re Baekhyun, you’re that guy I’ve wanted to be with since I first saw you outside of the university gates and sometimes I still can’t even believe we’re together so I just decide not to talk about it. But I only don’t bring it up because you never bring it up and I’m not sure you’re ready for it to be brought up so I just-”
“Yes,” Baekhyun cuts him off, a fond smile on his face. His smile turns into a grin when Kris stares at him with wide eyes. “Yes, I will marry you, Kris Wu, you dumbass.”
Baekhyun squeals when Kris practically jumps on him, falling backwards onto the couch as Kris kisses him. But he kisses him back, gives him and Kris this moment of bliss, one that is definitely for the books - their books, at least, as the first time they’ve ever mentioned feelings and the day Kris proposed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Baekhyun,” Kris whispers as they proceed to cuddle.
Baekhyun suddenly stiffens and pulls away. “You planned all of this,” he accuses him.
“Yes?” Kris confirms, not entirely sure what the big deal is.
“Earlier today, you didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day,” Baekhyun reminds him, eyes narrowing.
“Can’t a guy act clueless?” Kris pouts.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Well, you sure don’t have to try very hard. I can’t believe you let me make a fool of myself,” he huffs.
Baekhyun doesn’t care, not really. This really just started as something he wanted to do for Kris for the supposed special day, just something a bit more special for a change. It worked out exactly like he’d planned, with him getting fucked as thoroughly and as heavenly as possible. At the moment, though, Baekhyun can’t even really think about that. His heart feels so full with Kris’s expression of his love for him. A marriage proposal! All these years he’s been wondering, he really never thought they’d end up like this. He didn’t even want to think about whether this was a possibility for them. But now it’s here and it’s real. Kris is his fiance and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to express just how loved he feels. He thinks, though, that if this is how celebrations between them are going to go, he’s going to be on board for more to come.
“Aw c’mon, baby,” Kris says, coaxing him back into his arms. Baekhyun grudgingly allows himself to be embraced. “For the record,” he tells him. “It’s the best valentine’s gift anyone can ever receive.”
“Shut up. You know very well that your gift trumps mine,” Baekhyun grumbles. “And I bared myself for you like that, tied myself up and everything.” He makes a face and crosses his arms on his chest.
“Do you want to tie me up then?” Kris whispers seductively into his ear. “To make up for what I did. I promise you can do anything you want with me.”
Baekhyun swallows at the offer, already feeling himself getting turned on at the prospect (there is no way he’s never going to get aroused when Kris offers himself so freely like that), then he smirks at his boyfriend-fiancé. “You won’t be the same once I’m through with you,” he promises.
Kris just grins wickedly at him. “Mmm, I can’t wait.”
And, well, Baekhyun finds that he can’t either.
notes ii:
- for reference, this is the card that kris gave baekhyun~ ^^
- this whole thing started out as a twitfic, one that branched out from the idea of baekhyun wrapping himself up in ribbons as a present for kris. none of us really knows how it blew up and became this…thing lol.