you're strumming on my heartstrings like you were a grade 8
you're strumming on my heartstrings like you were a grade 8
suho/kai/baekhyun, nc-17
for pressurise, happy b'day sonja i love you!!!
Jongin rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes as he threads through the passageway. He should be used to it by now, the lack of sleep, intense practices, flights to foreign countries, countless schedules. Junmyeon pats him on the shoulder and flashes an encouraging smile, promises of something else, something far more exciting than concert rehearsals.
The both of them are rooming tonight, along with Baekhyun. Hotel room, king bed and stunning night view of the city.
(Jongin fantasizes about figures silhouetted against the glass window, heaving bodies pressing into the sheets.)
And it's the little things Junmyeon and Baekhyun do that builds up his anticipation. The way Baekhyun cards through his hair after an exhausting rehearsal. The way Junmyeon pulls on the hem of his sleeve as they all scramble up the stage for another run-through. Quick massages during breaks, hands kneading into skin more sensual than comforting. Jongin wants it, he wants it bad and rough and numbing.
“Be patient,” Junmyeon rubs circles over the nape of Jongin’s neck, all hot breaths and sweaty hands. The younger almost whines. Just then, Baekhyun walks over, lacing an arm around his waist and leaning towards his ear, teeth grazing the lobe almost as if he’s about to nibble on it, “He’s right, be patient.”
“Christ,” Jongin glares straight ahead. Baekhyun chuckles, fingernail denting into the dancer’s wrist, both threatening and teasing, “I said, wait.”
Junmyeon laughs like it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened.
That night, Jongin gets his reward anyway.
Jongin goes on all fours, knees and hands pressing into the mattress. A smirk tugs at the corner of Baekhyun’s lips. There, the sight of Jongin biting on his lip, hair matted in perspiration, a mess of soft whimpers and nails digging into the sheets, it makes Baekhyun oddly happy. This isn’t Kai, this isn’t the boy which has fluidity traced into his joints, isn’t the boy who oozes sensuality on the stage, the stage they all call home. This is Jongin, sleepiest member, has issues with expressing what he feels, painfully submissive, the boy Baekhyun falls for over and again, everyday.
On the other side of the bed, Junmyeon slides his cock down Jongin’s throat, fingers tangling into strands of his hair. Jongin makes these muffled noises where his lips fit around Junmyeon’s shaft, euphoria mixed with vibrations and jesus christ, those fucking lips, the older thinks as he shallowly thrusts for more, more, more.
Baekhyun rubs circles into Jongin’s inner thighs. He likes how they all contrast against each other, bronze and milk and roses.
“Look at you,” Junmyeon alternates from loud moans to slippery whispers, “taking up my cock like that.”
Laughing at Junmyeon’s attempt at dirty talk, Baekhyun coats his fingers with lube. Durex Play Very Cherry. He slides in a digit and purrs, “You’re gonna be really fruity. I like fruity Jongin.”
“Mmmph,” Jongin moans and Junmyeon throws his head back, “Fuck, Baekhyun, do that again.”
Pressing his thumb into Jongin’s hole, Baekhyun flicks it and Jongin’s stuck in the transition between pain and pleasure. He tries to spread his legs further apart, teeth knocking onto the head, tongue swiping over pre-come that gathers on the tip.
“Jesus christ,” Junmyeon tugs Jongin closer once again. As Baekhyun fingers him achingly slowly, he uses his other hand to jerk off, which frustrates the shit out of Jongin because he’s only going slower. And when he tries to protest, it just comes out as stifled moans and Junmyeon would shove himself deeper down the other’s throat, because it feels so damn fucking good, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jongin has memorised the way Baekhyun’s lips part ever so slightly, eyes shut, lashes fanning out, with fingers curled onto his cock, pumping the length. But it isn’t enough, he wants to turn back and watch him jerk off while fingering him with the other hand. He whines around Junmyeon’s cock for the nth time that night.
“You little shit,” the leader claws at Jongin’s scalp. Baekhyun inches closer to rub himself against Jongin’s thigh while stroking, his entire focus shifting towards his own dick.
“Baek, hyun, hyung,” the younger is about to tear up, “please.”
“Beg him,” Junmyeon orders, releasing his grip on Jongin temporarily.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung, please.”
“Louder, you fucker,” Baekhyun adds on, “fuck.”
“Hyung!” He’s just so vexed, having to pleasure Junmyeon but not being able to come. And he needs more of those fingers, Baekhyun’s fingers, slender and delicate and quick.
Baekhyun curls the digit and something rips through Jongin. He screams, Junmyeon laughs and Baekhyun curls in deeper. Then he thrusts the digit, adds another, and another. Three fingers up the ass and Jongin still wants more.
The younger sucks even harder, slight pops and wet noises. Junmyeon finally comes, streaks of white dripping off Jongin's chin. They kiss, lips meshing, tongues swirling, with the leader cupping the dancer's face. Baekhyun's chest swells. He thinks they look lovely like that.
"Hyung, Junmyeon hyung. Help me please," Baekhyun pleads, staring down at his neglected cock. Junmyeon's panting, chest rising and falling, lips curved into that stupid smile. Afterglow of a really good orgasm.
"Yeah, okay," he slides under.
“Shit,” Baekhyun curses as fingers curl onto his cock, cradling the base then pumping the length. His fingertips teasingly trace over the veins, thumb swiping over the slit. With one elbow, he props himself up on the bed, and leans in to suck on the pre-come.
Jongin thinks he looks really hot like that, and he watches them with dark eyes.
Fingers delve even deeper, curling into the prostate and Jongin makes a sound that's halfway between a scream and a growl, low, vibrating.
Baekhyun coats his fingers with more lube and curls into that same spot everytime. Jongin's eyes roll back, warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach.
“You like that?” Junmyeon teases huskily as he strokes, “You fucking like that, right? My hands, on your cock? Huh?”
And Junmyeon’s voice is soft but rich, laced with lust. There’s a foreign tugging at Baekhyun’s chest and he doesn’t know what to make of it. He blushes an endearing red instead, “Just shut up, hyung.”
“Yeah, he’s, mmph, right, hyung. Just shut, fuck, up,” Jongin adds on.
“Is this how you talk to your hyung?” the older man says softly, strumming on heartstrings and painting red over cheeks. He squeezes the base, and Baekhyun thrusts into his hands as something tightens in his stomach.
Jongin comes with a scream, fingers clawing at the sheets, shoulder blades jutting out of skin as he arches his body. Baekhyun explodes into Junmyeon’s hands in spurts, streaks of white, and his shoulders sag, eyes close, as he slumps his self over Jongin, arms hugging legs.
"Well?"
They smell like come and flavoured lube, and Baekhyun's wrist hurts but,
"Well."
this is rly badly-written sorry i love you have the best birthday ever
(thanks liuqi and regina for beta)
suho/kai/baekhyun, nc-17
for pressurise, happy b'day sonja i love you!!!
Jongin rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes as he threads through the passageway. He should be used to it by now, the lack of sleep, intense practices, flights to foreign countries, countless schedules. Junmyeon pats him on the shoulder and flashes an encouraging smile, promises of something else, something far more exciting than concert rehearsals.
The both of them are rooming tonight, along with Baekhyun. Hotel room, king bed and stunning night view of the city.
(Jongin fantasizes about figures silhouetted against the glass window, heaving bodies pressing into the sheets.)
And it's the little things Junmyeon and Baekhyun do that builds up his anticipation. The way Baekhyun cards through his hair after an exhausting rehearsal. The way Junmyeon pulls on the hem of his sleeve as they all scramble up the stage for another run-through. Quick massages during breaks, hands kneading into skin more sensual than comforting. Jongin wants it, he wants it bad and rough and numbing.
“Be patient,” Junmyeon rubs circles over the nape of Jongin’s neck, all hot breaths and sweaty hands. The younger almost whines. Just then, Baekhyun walks over, lacing an arm around his waist and leaning towards his ear, teeth grazing the lobe almost as if he’s about to nibble on it, “He’s right, be patient.”
“Christ,” Jongin glares straight ahead. Baekhyun chuckles, fingernail denting into the dancer’s wrist, both threatening and teasing, “I said, wait.”
Junmyeon laughs like it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened.
That night, Jongin gets his reward anyway.
Jongin goes on all fours, knees and hands pressing into the mattress. A smirk tugs at the corner of Baekhyun’s lips. There, the sight of Jongin biting on his lip, hair matted in perspiration, a mess of soft whimpers and nails digging into the sheets, it makes Baekhyun oddly happy. This isn’t Kai, this isn’t the boy which has fluidity traced into his joints, isn’t the boy who oozes sensuality on the stage, the stage they all call home. This is Jongin, sleepiest member, has issues with expressing what he feels, painfully submissive, the boy Baekhyun falls for over and again, everyday.
On the other side of the bed, Junmyeon slides his cock down Jongin’s throat, fingers tangling into strands of his hair. Jongin makes these muffled noises where his lips fit around Junmyeon’s shaft, euphoria mixed with vibrations and jesus christ, those fucking lips, the older thinks as he shallowly thrusts for more, more, more.
Baekhyun rubs circles into Jongin’s inner thighs. He likes how they all contrast against each other, bronze and milk and roses.
“Look at you,” Junmyeon alternates from loud moans to slippery whispers, “taking up my cock like that.”
Laughing at Junmyeon’s attempt at dirty talk, Baekhyun coats his fingers with lube. Durex Play Very Cherry. He slides in a digit and purrs, “You’re gonna be really fruity. I like fruity Jongin.”
“Mmmph,” Jongin moans and Junmyeon throws his head back, “Fuck, Baekhyun, do that again.”
Pressing his thumb into Jongin’s hole, Baekhyun flicks it and Jongin’s stuck in the transition between pain and pleasure. He tries to spread his legs further apart, teeth knocking onto the head, tongue swiping over pre-come that gathers on the tip.
“Jesus christ,” Junmyeon tugs Jongin closer once again. As Baekhyun fingers him achingly slowly, he uses his other hand to jerk off, which frustrates the shit out of Jongin because he’s only going slower. And when he tries to protest, it just comes out as stifled moans and Junmyeon would shove himself deeper down the other’s throat, because it feels so damn fucking good, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jongin has memorised the way Baekhyun’s lips part ever so slightly, eyes shut, lashes fanning out, with fingers curled onto his cock, pumping the length. But it isn’t enough, he wants to turn back and watch him jerk off while fingering him with the other hand. He whines around Junmyeon’s cock for the nth time that night.
“You little shit,” the leader claws at Jongin’s scalp. Baekhyun inches closer to rub himself against Jongin’s thigh while stroking, his entire focus shifting towards his own dick.
“Baek, hyun, hyung,” the younger is about to tear up, “please.”
“Beg him,” Junmyeon orders, releasing his grip on Jongin temporarily.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung, please.”
“Louder, you fucker,” Baekhyun adds on, “fuck.”
“Hyung!” He’s just so vexed, having to pleasure Junmyeon but not being able to come. And he needs more of those fingers, Baekhyun’s fingers, slender and delicate and quick.
Baekhyun curls the digit and something rips through Jongin. He screams, Junmyeon laughs and Baekhyun curls in deeper. Then he thrusts the digit, adds another, and another. Three fingers up the ass and Jongin still wants more.
The younger sucks even harder, slight pops and wet noises. Junmyeon finally comes, streaks of white dripping off Jongin's chin. They kiss, lips meshing, tongues swirling, with the leader cupping the dancer's face. Baekhyun's chest swells. He thinks they look lovely like that.
"Hyung, Junmyeon hyung. Help me please," Baekhyun pleads, staring down at his neglected cock. Junmyeon's panting, chest rising and falling, lips curved into that stupid smile. Afterglow of a really good orgasm.
"Yeah, okay," he slides under.
“Shit,” Baekhyun curses as fingers curl onto his cock, cradling the base then pumping the length. His fingertips teasingly trace over the veins, thumb swiping over the slit. With one elbow, he props himself up on the bed, and leans in to suck on the pre-come.
Jongin thinks he looks really hot like that, and he watches them with dark eyes.
Fingers delve even deeper, curling into the prostate and Jongin makes a sound that's halfway between a scream and a growl, low, vibrating.
Baekhyun coats his fingers with more lube and curls into that same spot everytime. Jongin's eyes roll back, warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach.
“You like that?” Junmyeon teases huskily as he strokes, “You fucking like that, right? My hands, on your cock? Huh?”
And Junmyeon’s voice is soft but rich, laced with lust. There’s a foreign tugging at Baekhyun’s chest and he doesn’t know what to make of it. He blushes an endearing red instead, “Just shut up, hyung.”
“Yeah, he’s, mmph, right, hyung. Just shut, fuck, up,” Jongin adds on.
“Is this how you talk to your hyung?” the older man says softly, strumming on heartstrings and painting red over cheeks. He squeezes the base, and Baekhyun thrusts into his hands as something tightens in his stomach.
Jongin comes with a scream, fingers clawing at the sheets, shoulder blades jutting out of skin as he arches his body. Baekhyun explodes into Junmyeon’s hands in spurts, streaks of white, and his shoulders sag, eyes close, as he slumps his self over Jongin, arms hugging legs.
"Well?"
They smell like come and flavoured lube, and Baekhyun's wrist hurts but,
"Well."
this is rly badly-written sorry i love you have the best birthday ever
(thanks liuqi and regina for beta)