[Fic] EXO prompts
Title: EXO prompts (complete)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: ...various
Length: 300-1500 words
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: These are the prompts from the LAST round of requests, not the current one. I'm just posting these all together now finally.
Prompt: voyeur!Sehun watching Lu Han and Xiumin getting it on and professing their love for each other while his heart breaks ( but he can’t help it but get turned on)
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Sehun knew what those sounds were, that was the stupid part. Living with so many people, with so many guys, there were the interrupting moments. The teasing, the immediate erasing from the brain, depending on who it was and how they reacted. And what they were doing. If they were just jerking off, well. They all did that. But it wasn’t like they stood around and watched each other. No one wanted the others to think they were like that. And not everyone was good at holding in sounds, especially if they thought they were alone.
Sehun knew those sounds. A peculiar kind of panting, soft murmur of voices. Breathy moans. A note on a laugh that had his spine stiffening. Lu Han.
The door was opened just enough, the angle just enough. He looked, like a man hearing a crash. Lu Han. Minseok. His jaw sagged as he crouched, knelt. Lu Han in Minseok’s lap, both of them bare and touching. He’d seen people making out before, but this wasn’t just people. This was Lu Han. Lu Han, the one- And Minseok was close to him, and he’d never even thought. He’d never thought the two of them liked…men. He’d never been sure, hoped. Minseok moaned, Lu Han’s face hidden, doing something to his neck, and Sehun flushed, followed by a chill.
Lu Han’s laugh again, his smile as he pulled back.
I love you, in two languages. From both of them. Sehun’s fingers gripped tight in his shirt, trying to process. That mean that it wasn’t just a quick bout of sex. Not just an accidental hook up. Lu Han’s hands were on Minseok’s face, and it made him shudder. A glint caught Sehun’s eye, and he realized it was a ring on Minseok’s finger. It caught the light, as Minseok stroked Lu Han’s bare hip.
He wondered, why not him. He’d spent months, so much time imagining it. A stolen kiss, following a hopeful touch. But it never happened. They’d never been alone together, and all he’d had were wishes and fantasies. He wanted to savage his pillow, work the tightness out of his chest.
His breath rushed into him, as Lu Han moved. Head flung back and neck bared. His hands were braced behind him and chest and stomach curved. And Minseok was- Lu Han was hard, and Minseok was stroking him. Solid, steady strokes that had Lu Hand moaning, throat working with every swallow. It was gorgeous and the feast of all his fantasies combined.
Sehun’s legs widened of their own accord, his hand sneaking down as he watched. Lu Han mumbled something, Minseok laughing, and they were moving. Sehun tensed but they only switched positions. Lu Han stretched out and languorous as Minseok kissed up his chest, and on a rocking move, sank into Lu Han. Sehun swallowed. They’d clearly been up to more before he’d started watching. And he flushed a little bit more, knowing what he was doing. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He was supposed to hurt, but he couldn’t take his eyes away.
The flush on Lu Han’s face. Sehun’s palm pressed against his pants, rubbing as he watched the kissing, and the touching. Lu Han’s fingers along Minseok’s arms, and the tension in his thighs, and the hand wrapped around his erection. Lips red, soft, and well-kissed.
In his own head, he was kissing them. He was between Lu Han’s knees, belly to belly, and Lu Han’s fingers were teasing his shoulders, running through his hair, telling Sehun he loved him-
He came in his underwear just moments before Lu Han moaned. And he watched with blurring eyes as Lu Han came. For Minseok.
He’d gotten to see it, he thought. It wasn’t his, but he’d gotten to see it. It sank giddily through him as he crawled away. It was denial. The real hurt hadn’t hit yet. When he saw Lu Han teasing Minseok and Minseok smiling, he’d know better. He’d know what they did alone. What they felt about each other.
Sehun buried his face in his pillow. He’d have to wait for love.
***
Prompt: kai leaving marks on kyungsoo's thighs.
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The first time Jongin had gone onto his knees, and Kyungsoo’s whole body had seized. Trying to breathe, with his shoulder blades digging into the wall, and Jongin’s hands steadying his hips.
And then Jongin bit him.
He yelped, grabbing for Jongin’s head, and he’d gotten a grin.
It had loosened him up and that had been all Jongin had been going for.
But the spot Jongin’s teeth had pinched had been tender for a few days, and it had been impossible to not get turned on when he felt it. Somehow, he thought that had been Jongin’s intent as well.
***
Kyungsoo began to think Jongin just really liked his thighs. When they kissed, which was often, Jongin wasn’t touching his face or his chest. No, Jongin’s hands gripped his thighs, stroking from knee to hip, teasing the inseam of his pants but never touching where Kyungsoo expected. Whether they were seated, or standing, or lying in bed. Whether Kyungsoo had on jeans, or slacks, just underwear, or nothing at all, Jongin fingertips skimmed his legs.
And that was just with his hands.
He’d had the mental fantasy of putting lipstick on Jongin’s mouth, just to see the marks he left. The path his mouth took over Kyungsoo’s skin, the smears and swirls, wet places left by his tongue along Kyungsoo’s chest.
Some of those were equally soft and gentle along his thighs. Jongin’s stroking hands parting his legs and nuzzling along the exposed tendon. Blowing heated breath in the hollows, and scraping faint pink lines along it with his teeth.
Kyungsoo thought it was teasing at first, but he’d learned it was fascination. Fascination that left Kyungsoo swirling in arousal - aroused because of Jongin’s focus. And gasping as Jongin’s teeth sank into his flesh, loosening as Jongin’s lips sealed tight. But he never let up. And the edge of pain swirled into his blood as pleasure. When Jongin had let him go, his mouth had been wet and dark, and he was breathless. And that spot throbbed as Jongin stroked into him.
The only difference was that it was bigger, and more tender, and it didn’t distract him on sight. The next day at work, every time his legs brushed together it sent a twinge through him. Not pain, not exactly. And it certainly didn’t make him think of pain - only of Jongin’s mouth, and Jongin’s body, and muffling moans against Jongin’s throat.
Jongin scolded him when he did that, wanting to hear every sound. Kyungsoo had plenty for him.
***
Kyungsoo had new marks. One near his knee on one side, and another six inches above it. On the other, the mark had been as high as Jongin could go and even Kyungsoo’s underwear rubbed against it.
That was maddening, like Jongin had his mouth there all day long. And if he wore scratchy fabric, it was worse. It meant Jongin didn’t even have a chance to fix his mouth on Kyungsoo’s thighs because he was too busy being jumped. Jongin wasn’t having to deal with the echoes of Kyungsoo’s mouth torturing him all day long. Though he thought he should return the favor one day and see how Jongin liked it.
He figured he’d get the same response though. Not that tearing off each other’s clothes the second they were together in the apartment was a bad thing.
***
“Why do you like my thighs so much?” Kyungsoo asked, flat on his back with one knee in the air, and stroking the newest mark Jongin had made.
“They’re nice. Solid. Soft.”
Kyugngsoo stared over at him. “And putting marks on them?”
“You like my mouth,” Jongin murmured. But when Kyungsoo poked him and didn’t stop, Jongin laughed. “I can’t mark up your neck, or you’d have a hard time going to work. And I just…really like them. Touching them. And marking them.”
“You think someone else is going to see?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Just you feeling it,” Jongin replied, his tone sly. “And the sounds you make.”
That satisfied him, and he stroked Jongin’s sleepy mouth with a fingertip. One day he was going to discover what sounds Jongin would make for him.
***
Prompt: kailay, trainee!fic
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Jongin wasn’t the best dancer. Some of his seniors, he watched, admired, no matter what company they were from. Getting put in a group of peers, project groups, settling out into final formations, it wasn’t as though he was being set up with people at his skill level. They all had varying degrees of past training, skill, coordination. They all had different strengths. He couldn’t hit Jongdae’s high notes, or send chills down someone’s spine like Kyungsoo could. Chanyeol’s sense of timing with rap versus his dancing, well. It was easy to tell which talent Chanyeol had focused on.
They made each other stronger. They danced until their legs were rubbery and shaking. They danced, because they didn’t have the choice to stop, until tempers boiled over when they were told again. He could see the frustration in Joonmyun rise and be chained back, as he calmed the whining in others.
Sometimes he felt he’d have snapped at them, rather than keep a level head, and Joonmyun was why they actually got to go home some days.
The way he heard people talk, Jongin was defying the music, like it drove him. Yixing danced like he was part of it. He kind of liked that description, for himself, but he thought it was true for Yixing. There was something fluid in Yixing’s dance, something that drew the eye. Even when he was frustrated, when he forgot moves, when he faked it. There was the anger in himself when he missed things, when his mistakes made everyone start again. There was also sly amusement when he got things right, or corrected a mistake without being caught. They traded looks sometimes when their practices went long. When they stayed long after they had to, not even just to perfect the dance for performance, but for the joy of it, the pride of it. The music was a part of them.
Jongin watched as Yixing was draped over by other members, arms hooking with his. As he drank from water bottles, juice bottles, staring at the blank walls in total oblivion to the chaos going around him or smiling when he realized someone was talking to him. The giggles that sent him falling into Lu Han’s lap, or breathing hard, hands braced on his knees as they watched Zitao defy the air.
They hurt together, all of them. Innumerable bruises and sore muscles. When it hurt to even stand up straight, his lower back panging, he couldn’t hold back the grimaces. Yixing had a hand for his shoulder, advice. They danced through pain, taking what breaks they could and resting when it was clear they had no choice. Those were the times he felt most cared for.
But there were always new things to learn, new things to prepare for. And there were too many times when Yixing was gone, when Jongin pestered Sehun or Baekhyun to practice with him.
But Yixing rarely ever said no, even when it was hard, and they’d sweated through their shirts.
“Buy me food?” he asked, letting the side of his hand whack into to Yixing’s arm as they walked out of the building.
“I’ll buy you something. If you do aegyo,” Yixing said, turning and almost cutting him off, fixing him with a stare that was impossible to avoid. Shocking. Yixing had too many sides to shock him.
“Hyung,” he scoffed.
But even as he squirmed inside and protested that it was ridiculous, it wasn’t just for the food that his hands were raising and his face going hot. For Yixing, he’d do it.
***
Prompt: kris tops luhan in the gym shower after soccer practice
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The water took a few moments to get to full heat, but Lu Han was prepared for that. The shower stalls in the locker room at the practice field were nice, and he hated the feeling of going home sweaty. Plus a hot shower felt like a reward after he’d kicked Kris’s ass. Seven to two, his favor. It was a weekday afternoon, not a peak time for people, so they had the whole place to themselves. He’d stripped, shedding his shorts and shirt with efficiency as Kris poked around in their shared bag for face scrub or whatever he’d brought along.
The shower curtain rattled, and before Lu Han could move, he was enveloped.
“Ooh,” he said, as Kris pressed his cold chest to Lu Han’s very warm back. “This is my shower.”
“I know,” Kris said, and made Lu Han curse his body because that tone got him every single time. “We’ll save water this way?”
“Lies.” But that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested, especially since Kris had brought all of his supplies along with him, placed on the shelf.
“How many goals did you make?”
“Seven,” Lu Han said, turning his head, laughing. “You’re not going to be able to make me come seven times.”
“I don’t think you know how payback works,” Kris interrupted, chuckling.
“Well, I know you can’t-“
His words cut off as Kris pushed him up against the cold stone beneath the shower head, and Kris’s erection pressed against him.
“Once’ll be enough. For now.”
“What are you going to use? Shampoo’s a little out of the question.”
And without even pausing from the mark he was sucking on Lu Han’s shoulder, Kris shoved the shampoo aside to reveal the lube behind it.
Kris had been planning it before they’d even left the apartment, but the prospect was intriguing, even if he sometimes felt at a disadvantage when they were standing. It had been the second way they’d ever had each other, with Lu Han pinned until he’d come against his bedroom wall. He’d pinned Kris a couple of times himself, but he just liked it better in bed, when he got to hover over Kris’s face and feel a bit more predatorial. Like he was some jungle cat, and Kris was his prey.
Neither of them wanted to give an inch. Neither of them just wanted to give in. That was what made the sex so great. Or at least part of it.
Steam, the fall of hot water on their bodies and around their feet, and Kris’s hands stroking his sides. He let his head fall back Kris’s shoulder, the perfect rest. He didn’t bother moving his hands from where they were braced, opting instead to use his hips. It was his way of making sure - damn sure - that Kris wasn’t going to hesitate. They didn’t have an hour for Kris to work from lazy-eyed lust, to so desperate he didn’t have words.
“How limber did you get out there?” Kris asked, his hand closing around the lube.
“Not that limber. We need to be quick. Kris.”
“I know. I’ll hurry.”
They wouldn’t be discovered for a while, but they had no reason to lag.
And he wanted to come. Kris knew.
Kris was tall, but slender, and he fit against Lu Han with simple perfection. He’d thought that two months before anything had even happened, just a simple hug, a shoulder squeeze making him think. And his eyes widened, heart picking up speed as Kris’s hand planted beside his on the wall. There were those hands, too.
“Quick, before the water washes everything away,” Lu Han said, tongue in cheek as Kris, slick, rubbed against him.
It was the angle, and the slickness, more than anything. Once they found that, there was nothing to it. Something to be proud of, taking Kris fully in a hot shower with his muscles aching. Kris’s fingers rubbing wet patters on his side as found what worked best. It didn’t hurt, that wasn’t why he was moaning into his shoulder to muffle himself.
He liked what pain he felt, a sting he couldn’t quite describe. The kind of pain that came with something he wanted. Something he wasn’t going to stop. But it didn’t take long for that to fade into something else entirely.
His moan of disapproval at the sudden change in tempo had Kris hissing out a laugh. “You’re the one who said we had to be quick.”
His neck wasn’t sensitive but Kris’s breath sent tingles down it. A draft teasing his skin, Kris’s tiny, almost imperceptible grunts. They couldn’t be loud like in their bed at home, when Kris joked it sounded like Lu Han was being murdered. But Kris’s mouth had a way of doing that, driving him to the edge of sanity where his whole focus was on Kris’s tongue, and Kris’s lips and the building pleasure.
And then, with Kris’s hand slick with lube and water closing around him. His legs widened, bracing, knees locked and fingers curling into stone. Water dripped down his face, but he shook it away, focusing instead on Kris’s stroking hand, and his hips.
And the sound of the door opening.
Anxiety first dampened, and then sent his arousal through the roof. He muffled his moan on his fingers as Kris gasped. They’d be shielded by the curtain, unable to be seen, but someone could hear them. Sounds bottled up, a series of gasps as his face went hot and Kris’s mouth nuzzled up against his ear.
“Come.”
With a keen he couldn’t hold back, he did. Kris’s harsh panting against his skin, and the rough jerking of his hand, and the erratic movement of his hips. His teeth bit into his own flesh, trying to hold back the moans. And more when Kris gasped, “Lu Han,” against his neck.
Lu Han’s heart had almost started slowing, when Kris pressed him a bit more firmly into the wall. He was a mass of aches and throbs, and he fully realized they hadn’t actually washed.
Maybe a couple of places, but that was due to friction. In their shower at home, they had a hard time both fitting.
“At least we have more room here,” Lu Han said out loud, before remembering there was probably someone else still in the bathroom.
Kris’s laughter was muffled into his neck. A few minutes later, the door closed again - a sure sign someone had left. It wasn’t as though he was eager to move.
“The shampoo’s right there,” Kris said, voice mumbly and muffled. “I did most of the work.”
“Ha.”
But he reached for the bottle without looking, and let his head loll against Kris’s as the water fell around them. They’d have plenty of time at home to sort out who had won that day. He was pretty sure it was him.
***
Prompt: sehun x jongin. rimming before they have to go on stage >;3
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“It’ll loosen you up.”
Jongin was certain their trainers and managers had told them exactly the opposite of that. Not that Jongin really cared - he danced through anything.
“It’ll make you dance better.”
What Sehun meant was, “It’ll make you dance and think of me.”
He didn’t know how to deal with Sehun’s hands on him backstage without getting aroused. The others wondered why he got restless, and it was because he had to breathe. Sometimes to sneak away, or else risk dancing too hard to hide.
But this was new. Sehun’s arm around his middle and holding him steady. He could see himself in the mirror, blushing through his makeup, and had the horrible fantasy that it was one of those two-way mirrors, that someone was watching from the other side. He shook his head and gripped the cabinet. That was stupid.
But Sehun’s mouth wasn’t. They’d showered together before leaving, readying for a performance they were less than an hour from. They’d jerked each other off, so there was no need-
Or every need. Sehun liked to feel him shudder. The kisses down his spine had him gripping harder, but none so hard as the slide of Sehun’s tongue just over his tailbone.
“You’re going to-“ he tried to say, and his next words were going to be “suck me off” but he was too busy huffing out a breath and staring at his wide eyes in the mirror. Sehun was teasing too much, thumbs digging into Jongin’s flesh. He wasn’t sure if it was going to make him dance better at all, when all he could think about was the teasing circles, and Sehun’s hot breath.
His whole body jolted at the press of Sehun’s tongue. Sehun would suck him off. If Jongin didn’t come first.
***
Prompt: baekhyun/tao, awkward and sweet first time sex and/or blowjob/handjob.
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It wasn’t because of alcohol. It wasn’t because they’d seen each other naked in the college shower and were overcome by lust.
Okay, Baekhyun thought, maybe it was kind of the last one, but not immediately preceding what had happened. It’d taken a while, built up to it. Seeing each other in the shower here, having a long conversation there. They’d seen each other dress up for dates, and talked about really hot people in movies and had strange conversations like:
“Days since your last date?”
“A million,” Tao said, flopping back on his bed.
“A million,” Baekhyun repeated, picking up his phone. “So you’re… 2,739 years old? Plus how many ever years before you started dating.”
Tao just groaned and made a shooing motion at Baekhyun’s words.
It just sort of…happened.
***
Kind of like dating sort of happened. It wasn’t like they’d know who they’d room with at college. They’d bonded over various things, like their Taurus birthdays and food they liked. Their birthdays. Baekhyun realized he had a problem beyond just admiring when Tao bent over to stretch or do yoga because of that joint birthday party. He’d spent hours it felt like thinking of what to get Tao. He was his friend, his roommate. The other half of his beef. Their joint party was on the fourth, and his detective skills told him Tao had gotten him a really nice desk set since he’d been complaining about his shabby tools.
“Is a necklace too weird for a roommate?” he’d asked out loud and had gotten a strange look from Kyungsoo.
“Not unless it’s a heart locket,” Kyungsoo told him.
He’d been half tempted to get one just to see what Tao’s reaction would be. But he’d gone the safe route, with an initial necklace in a style he liked.
And he’d put it on Tao that night, and watched for the next two weeks as Tao wore it every day, touching it throughout the day. He learned the sound of the pendant across the chain as Tao fiddled with it.
“Maybe I should’ve gotten you one with my initial on it, so people knew you belonged to me,” he said one night, nudging Tao’s knee as they sat together on the floor of their room.
“Get it, and we can swap,” Tao agreed. “You can wear my initial then.”
“People would think we were dating.”
Baekhyun had steeled himself for laughter, and got mumbles instead.
“What?”
“Would that be so bad?” Tao asked, more clearly, his head dropping a solid inch further toward his book.
“No?” Wait, was this some kind of confession? He was going to actually drop kick Tao into the next week if it was a joke or he was just musing.
“I didn’t think you’d want to. We’re roommates and you date really outgoing guys.”
Tao’s voice seemed to get louder the more he talked, before dropping off at the very end, and Baekhyun’s stomach and heart both dropped with it.
“There’s no rules saying we can’t date because we’re roommates,” Baekhyun breathed. Tao looked up at him in surprise, and what almost looked like hope. He reached, hooked a finger through Tao’s necklace. “I kept seeing this, imagining you were wearing it for me, for real.”
“Want to go out tonight?” Tao blurted, and Baekhyun just grinned at him.
***
Yoga was a special form of torture. They weren’t “official boyfriends” yet after a couple of weeks of occasional dates, study sessions, study sessions that doubled as dates, Tao’s sweet and almost shy smiles as Baekhyun passed him in the halls. Close enough, though. He figured one of them was going to rip out one of their tonsils bare handed before they actually had a talk about where their relationship was going, so as long as it was still going somewhere that was cool with him. But he figured he needed to get in on one of Tao’s obsessions, instead of just, ah, admiring.
And that meant he was a bit sweaty, a little achy, and flat on his back on the floor with Tao beside him.
“You did good. You have to start slow,” Tao said. “Otherwise you could hurt yourself. But then it starts feeling really good.”
“Sounds like something else,” Baekhyun joked, turning his head.
Baekhyun watched Tao laugh at the innuendo. Watched so long, he saw Tao’s tongue come out to wet his lips. And then, as the smile faded.
His body felt stretched and prodded, but he forgot about that as he rolled, letting Tao’s lips bump against his. After their first date, they’d kissed. It’d been sweet and a bit shocking, and Tao had nearly squeezed him into pieces. That’d been when Baekhyun realized he’d really not been the only one to want it. The problem was, they’d kept getting interrupted by life. Kisses before classes meant having to run before it got too intense. Then they had friends demanding their time. And then there was just knowing they were kind of getting the feel for things.
A close call on his side had come the night before, when the tip of Tao’s tongue had teased his, and he’d nearly buckled right into Tao’s body. But Tao, serious and studious had a test to study for, so Baekhyun had nursed his desire to tackle Tao to the bed and kiss him senseless from his own side of the room.
But there were no tests. No friends. No fire alarms, or hunger pangs. Baekhyun shoved himself up on his elbow, pressing kisses to Tao’s mouth. He stayed there until Tao wanted more, curving his arm under Baekhyun’s head and pulling him in.
The smell of Tao’s expensive cologne, his toned arm beneath Baekhyun’s fingers. Tao’s chest. He’d seen it. One day he was going to kiss it. Kiss it everywhere. Kiss it, like he was kissing Tao right then, heady and warm. Remembering to breathe as Tao sucked on his lips. And as Baekhyun stroked down Tao’s side, Tao moaned. It made shivers race up his spine, a desperate sound wracking him as Tao’s thigh slid between his.
It took as little as that, those few kisses, for him to fight the urge to rock against Tao’s thigh.
He didn’t know who was protesting more when he pushed Tao onto his back, untangling their legs so he could straddle Tao. There was no ready for this. His brain wanted two things: Tao’s mouth, and to come, in no particular order.
“Tao,” he breathed during kisses, reveling in them. And moaning, as Tao’s hands, both of them, gripped his hips and pulled him down so that he was grinding against Tao’s stomach. He grinned, staring at Tao’s red mouth as he backed off a bit. He slid his hands inside Tao’s shorts, feeling the hot skin of his hips as they lifted and allowed Baekhyun to shove cloth down. He shoved down his own shorts, not caring as long as they were skin to skin. He stroked them, together, rubbing together as he strained for Tao’s mouth. And Tao kissed him, tongue curling with his, hands cupping Baekhyun’s ass, stroking his back, his hair. All the while, keeping Baekhyun close.
“Can’t,” Baekhyun gasped, pulling his mouth away to concentrate on the movement of his hand and the slide of their skin together. His upper teeth were pressed against Tao’s shoulder and his shoulder was straining from the increased speed. Tao’s hips were lifting into his, impeding him, urging him and he was struggling for breath as Tao gripped the back of his shirt and jerked under him.
Tao had just come because of his hand. Baekhyun squeezed his eyes closed and gave in and let Tao hold him as he came. He whimpered. There was going to be nothing better than that.
***
Tao’s shirt and stomach were a mess. An actual disaster site. And he was pretty damn pleased about that.
“I love yoga,” he intoned, his forehead pressed to Tao’s chest as he waited for the will to move to hit him.
Tao made a sound almost like a purr.
“It was good, right?”
Tao purred again, eyes closed as Baekhyun finally pushed himself up.
“My knees hurt. We need to get up.” No response. “If we move to the bed-“
Tao’s eyes flew open at the mention of the word bed.
It turned out Tao’s shirt was a good swab for his skin. Or good enough, anyway, for them to tumble after each other into Tao’s bed. They overwhelmingly smelled of sex and sweat, but as Tao kissed him and then fell asleep with his mouth open against Baekhyun’s cheek, he didn’t care.
***
Tao had very interesting ways of bending over when doing almost anything which had given Baekhyun very interesting views and then even better fantasies.
Tao swore he wasn’t doing it on purpose, after they started dating, but Baekhyun noticed he did it a lot more after. And that, Baekhyun knew, was on purpose.
***
Prompt: sehun/yixing where they're both adorable and laugh and giggle with each other while dancing and team up against jongin and prank all of exo and pull jokes on them and are generally snarky and bratty and have wildly hot sex 0:D
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There was nothing like making everyone laugh. Of course, Sehun had it easy, since as the youngest he could cry foul and keep people from burying him. Yixing had it slightly harder. It didn’t happen as much when they were dancing, because sometimes they were at that so long, they were too tired even to thin about being funny. But when they had down time, it was fair game.
Like the time they’d hid all the non-perishable food in EXO-K’s apartment. Part of it had gone in Kris’s closet - Yixing knew he could hide anything there. The rest went under Joonmyun’s bed.
Yixing made sure not to sit too close to Sehun as people were in and out. They were mostly waiting for someone to discover it. They’d left the snacks on the counter to keep suspicion to a minimum, at least until someone made eyes at Kyungsoo.
“I can’t… There’s no noodles. There’s… There’s no anything!”
At the startled tone, Joonmyun was on his feet like he had been trained to respond. And there were exclamations as each cupboard was examined.
“Where did all our food go!”
Yixing went to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. “The food’s gone?”
He said it so nonchalantly, that Joonmyun actually opened his mouth to reply.
And then Sehun giggled.
“You!”
Joonmyun’s instincts were heightened. Yixing scattered, hiding behind Lu Han since Kris was occupied with Jongin. Nothing could save Sehun though, getting held down and tortured by Joonmyun and Kyungsoo. His snorts and giggles drew everyone’s attention as they poked and tickled him.
“Not going to save him?” Lu Han asked, looking over his shoulder. “No one’s going to hire you as a bodyguard.”
“I’ll make it up to him later,” Yixing promised.
Sehun complained when he got the brunt of the punishment. Kris sometimes gave him the Eyebrows but usually it was good clean fun. They had a good time putting the food back, and everyone laughed abut it. That was the way jokes were supposed to be. Yixing loved to watch them laugh.
And he took Sehun’s wrist, taking him upstairs because he knew Lu Han would be a while. They’d have time, in the privacy of his room. They’d played so many pranks together, had so many laughs. But the joke was on him, when Sehun had kissed him one day. Sehun, dancing behind Jongin, his straight faces. The smile in his eyes when he met Yixing’s,. He hadn’t seen it, not for too long.
It wasn’t like he could ask anyone else, either. Hey, did you catch on that Sehun wanted me? No one asked what they did when they snuck away. Maybe no one wanted to know. The first time, he’d been breathless on the couch with Sehun’s hands all over him, and his wet mouth on Yixing’s neck. Every sound had had them jumping, even if they’d been alone.
And then, there’d been the time on Yixing’s bed, when he’d been straddling Sehun, Sehun’s shirt dropping out of of Yixing’s senseless fingers onto the floor. He’d stared for just long enough for Sehun to squirm, and then he’d touched. After years of nothing, buddies and lonely jerking off, there was Sehun.
Sehun, who really loved blow jobs, who seemed to have some Secret Source for condoms and lube that he wouldn’t spill on. The only thing more amazing that Sehun’s smile when Yixing was kissing and stroking him, was the smile right after sex. Blissful and amazed. And horny. But it wasn’t as though Yixing was that much older. If they didn’t get in two rounds while they were alone in some way, then they weren’t getting enough time alone.
“Their faces were amazing,” Sehun mumbled into Yixing’s neck, almost making him miss what Sehun was saying. His comprehension was good, but considering Sehun was vigorously stroking into him, he was a little distracted.
“It was a good joke,” Yixing agreed, grasping at Sehun’s shoulders.
Yixing sucked Sehun’s bottom lip between his, moaning as Sehun’s hand slid down his stomach to stroke him.
They’d get a lot of laughs out of it eventually.
It was a joke between them. A promise between them.
***
Prompt: domestic Kris/Yixing
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There was the day when it was so cold that even imagining breathing the air made his lungs hurt. He had his coat all zipped up, a scarf wrapped around his face, and at least three layers on every other part of his skin besides his hands - carefully covered in one of Kris’s gifts the previous week, luxurious gloves. In fact, if he could have had a body suit made out of whatever material the gloves were made out of, he’d have commissioned it immediately. The thing was, Kris was almost always warmer than he was, and he was just about as wrapped up as Yixing.
“Cute scarf,” Yixing said, bumping his glove-blunted fingertips against the blue cloth over Kris’s mouth and nose. They’d just met each other coming back from work, and Yixing assumed about to go up to their very cozy apartment.
“Yours looks like a flower,” Kris said, the scarf moving cutely as he spoke.
Kris’s was blue, and his was orange.
“Do I get a kiss?”
“Of course,” Kris said, and began a prolonged nuzzling of Yixing’s face like some kind of walrus. It had him laughing and clinging to Kris’s heavy coat.
“A real one,” Yixing insisted, and peeled down Kris’s scarf.
Kris’s nose was red and his lips were a bit chapped from the cold and dry, but the kiss was still solid and warm. After a moment anyway. Kris’s forearms on Yixing’s shoulders kept him from moving away, not that he was trying to.
“We should go home before our lips freeze together,” Kris said.
“Wouldn’t that be proof of our love?” Yixing asked wryly, as Kris pulled his scarf up higher.
“I love you, but if you kill me off in the winter, I’m not going to grow back in spring,” Kris told him, but then wound their fingers together as best he could through bulky gloves.
It was one way to escape sweaty palms.
***
It was strange, the way he had worried over Kris at first. If Kris would change his mind about wanting a man, or if he really wanted Yixing at all. He knew not everyone was perfectly straight, or perfectly not. Maybe Kris had been in denial, or maybe he just liked a whole spectrum of people.
But the wondering had mostly gone by the time they’d dated a couple of months, and by a year, eighteen months he didn’t even think about it. If they broke up then, it could be for any variety of reasons, but none of them had to do with Kris not being attracted to Yixing. And once Yixing had come to grips with the knowledge that he was Kris’s first man for…everything? He’d actually really liked it. He liked that he was the first man to ever press up against Kris’s back and nudge against him
And to feel Kris moan because of it. And Kris delighted in pinning him to the bed, tickling him until he laughed, and then until he pulled Kris closer. Kris looked at him with such want. Sometimes even with such disbelief that Yixing was there. But he always was, whether it was kissing Kris’s mouth clean, or napping against him on the couch.
Or, like that day with a chill in his bones, tugging Kris into a hot shower.
One of them always ended up out of the spray, but somehow it was never cold. A hot meal ordered in, a movie on the TV, and catching up after work. Kris surprised him sometimes. Gifts, a special night out.
And Yixing booked them a vacation away.
***
In the dark, all the could hear was the ocean, the sound of distant traffic, and the jets under the surface of the hot tub they were in. Two nights in a nice hotel, a quick plane trip away. Yixing had saved for it for months. It allowed Kris a couple of days away from his sometimes grueling job, and just a time for them. Two days, nothing but each other. It wasn’t an anniversary, and it wasn’t even a birthday. But it had been worth it, he thought drowsily as he rubbed the arch of his foot along Kris’s leg and pressed himself a little closer against Kris’s side.
“It’d be nice to do this every night,” Kris said.
“Mm,” Yixing greed. “We could set it up right in front of the TV. It’d be great. Pruney fingers and utter relaxation.”
“If I ever get to build that house I want, that’s not a bad idea,” Kris mused. “Though. Not in the living room. Something in the back. Private.”
His last word was spoken against Yixing’s temple and it made him tremble inside.
Once, when Kris had spoken of his dreams of a house, he had only half entertained the daydream of being with Kris in it. Then, he realized it was a possibility.
“How would you do it?”
“I’d buy a house, land, something that was falling to shit. I’d raze it, level it. Build everything up again, new. Wouldn’t need to be big, just… Something I did. Hopefully something still conveniently located for both of us.”
Yixing’s eyes closed, and pictured it. A yard, a garden. Maybe even a dog. Walking past Kris’s car as he got home from work, and having a kitchen that looked out on some kind of fountain or something nice to look at. Relaxing against Kris in the tub, and sleeping with him in their room.
He liked those dreams, the ones that didn’t end in blood. Sometimes he saw the woman that Kris had dreamed off, and her son. And Kris, a version of Kris with long hair, holding their hands. It had brought Kris pain and confusion, and the first time Yixing had dreamed of it, on his birthday ironically after they had been dating a good while, it brought only peace. Wherever they were, they were happy. And somehow, he thought they knew that he was happy with Kris as well.
He told Kris, who had only held him.
“You’d look good in long hair,” Yixing had told him, grinning. “Ponytail.”
And that had been that. They already knew everything there was to know about each other, very much still in love. Life went on.
“Dinner?” Kris said plaintively a few days later, catching Yixing’s arm as he passed by the couch.
Yixing hummed before the hair on Kris’s forehead was being smoothed back and a kiss pressed there.
“Anything you want. As long as you get up and come help me cook it,” Yixing promised him.
***
Prompt: SJM/EXO-M one? Just something cute and fluffy that will show the big bro-little bro dynamics?
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They were meant for the same market, they went to the same events, and they were from the same company. The one big difference was that they didn’t have the same number of members, and yeah, one group was older. Still, it was hard not to be a little protective of their juniors, since they’d seen them train and work hard and had become friends over the years. As an established group with awards, and history, there was some envy looking up at them.
And there was some envy looking back, too. Their youth, their possibilities. So when they all made it to the same concert, it was a reason to do something special when they were through.
Henry gravitated to Kris. They had a lot in common, shared country, shared languages, and Donghae was with them. And for once, there were enough Mandarin and Korean speakers to go around, as Zhou Mi was wedged in between Yixing and Jongdae, with Lu Han, Minseok and Siwon across from them.
Kyuhyun and Hyukjae and Sungmin were on a mission.
It was just a little surprise, a nice one. Everyone left behind was oblivious, as Zhou Mi told stories and Henry jammed on his keyboard.
Kyuhyun peeked around the corner and caught Donghae’s eye, who caught Zhou Mi’s.
Zhou Mi stood up, drawing the attention to himself.
“Hey guys!”
And that allowed their surprise to slip into the room.
There were oohs and ahhs as the little cake and bag of snacks and drinks was set down.
“Some of this is from the fans,” Siwon said. “But-“
“Some of it is from us,” Hyukjae continued. “First time here for you.”
Sungmin nodded. “So we wanted to make it fun.”
“And to make up for all the birthdays we’ve missed,” Kyuhyun added slyly.
Aside from shared concerts, they didn’t get to see each other enough. Passing in hallways or during meetings or photoshoots. It was something they’d want done for them, something that had been done for them by their seniors. And it was something that’d happen again for each other.
Yixing got frosting in Kyuhyun’s hair, and Hyukjae nearly broke a rib laughing as Jongdae splashed soda in his face. They were all professionals, glad to be done with the stress of the concert and to be together where there was no expectations.
They were colleagues, but more importantly they were friends.
***
Prompt: kai and jongin are twins and both have feelings for sehun and they decide to share.
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Sometimes it seemed like they were never still, or perhaps that was because there were two of them. Sehun watched, felt a bit stalked almost as Kai and Jongin shut the three of them up in Sehun’s room. No one else was home, and they’d been there like that too many times to count. They’d know each other half their lives, just starting out college together.
“We have something we want to talk to you about,” Kai said, always the more forward one.
Sehun liked to think he could always tell them apart, and he most always could. There were times, though, when it was hard.
“Oh?” Sehun asked, as Jongin settled beside him.
“Our parents got us the same clothes.”
“Same bikes.”
“Same everything.”
“They didn’t want us to be jealous of each other.”
Sehun stared back and forth between them at that barrage of words.
“Of course,” Jongin said, putting his hand on Sehun’s bare shoulder and slipping his thumb under the edge of Sehun’s tank top, “we didn’t expect to want the same guy.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time, right, Sehun?”
“Right,” Sehun said, and startled as Kai’s face veered closer. “Guys?”
“We know you like guys, but are you attracted to us?”
It wasn’t like attraction was totally physical. Some of it depended on personality, timing, events.
Sehun learned that day it could be a lot more also.
***
Sehun woke up some mornings a little confused at his own existence. His name was Oh Sehun, and he had twin boyfriends. They’d been good friends. They’d even taken a trip together alone, after their parents had gotten out from worrying. But he’d never expected to date them. Not even one of them. Sure, they were attractive, Sehun knew that. But he didn’t meet all of his friends and rank them in order of attraction. He’d had crushes all throughout school, and once they all got out of the gangly teenager stage, maybe he’d had a few fantasies from watching them dance. There were things he really liked about both of them. Kai’s boldness, Jongin’s innocent smile. They weren’t opposites or halves of each other, but distinct and intriguing.
They took him out the first time, bought his movie ticket, his snacks. He sat between them, as he’d done it a dozen times. They each kissed him once after, leaving him as they went their separate ways on the subway. His mouth had tingled after that, but he hadn’t been able to stop smiling the whole way.
“We could share you,” Jongin said. “We love each other so much that we wouldn’t try to steal you.”
“What if I liked one of you more than the other?” Sehun asked. “I don’t now, but what if… I wouldn’t want to come between you.”
Kai just smiled. “What if one of us loses interest and hurts you? But we don’t know unless we try.”
“You think someone could come between us?” Jongin asked Kai.
“No one has yet.”
They dated. They gamed together, studied. Played. And in their rooms, the touches that Kai and Jongin pressed to his back, his hands or neck, were different.
He was used to the sound of the timer.
“Our mom would put this on so we knew when our turn was up with a toy or a game,” Jongin said. “Five minutes.”
Kai crawled into Sehun’s lap, and it became so hard to breathe.
“You’re first? But Jongin’s older?”
“That’s why he’s letting me take the first turn.”
First. The first of many. Kai looked so smug when he said that, and Jongin laughed. But then Kai was kissing him, stroking his face and neck. He learned so much then, how Kai’s hips felt under his hands, the little sound he made when Sehun’s tongue brushed his.
Kai’s groan of disappointment as the buzzer went off.
“You turned it so it went faster,” Kai accused, climbing off.
“He always said that,” Jongin said, wiggling close. “Now I know we look good together.”
Sehun shuddered as Jongin swept his hands through Sehun’s hair, and kissed him with just as much intent, as though he was going to wring every bit of those five minutes. Jongin tasted a bit of gum, pressed a bit harder than Kai, and rocked into his hips. They looked good together, Jongin said. Because he’d seen Sehun kissing his twin, his other.
And the next time, and the next, as Kai pressed him back on the bed, pressed his mouth open and made him moan. At least, until he was moaning for another reason, one he could only feel and not see.
Kai stared at Jongin. “You’re distracting him.”
Jongin let Sehun’s fingers slip out of his mouth. “Just teasing him. What, only one of us can touch him at a time?”
“No, but…”
Sehun wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be aroused or scared of the look on Kai’s face. That was the problem of having two men on the bed with him. They were so blurred in his head. When he came at night, he heard both their moans, felt both their kisses, imagined his hands on two bodies. It felt greedy, and decadent.
“Kai got to kiss you first, so he agreed that I could be the one to…” Jongin’s hand inched over from Sehun’s hip, fingers tracing where Sehun had begun to press against his pants. “Can I?”
Sehun shuddered, nodded, gripping Jongin’s arm for a second. It wasn’t fear. Just that he wanted to be sure.
Jongin stole a moment of Kai’s time, without protest, to press a kiss to Sehun’s swollen mouth.
And then it was Kai who kept him occupied, kissing his face, his neck. Kai’s hands teased his chest as he kissed him, but it didn’t distract him from Jongin pulling down his zipper and fishing him out of his underwear. He learned what it was to kiss one man, and come for another.
Sehun learned that they were twins, in so many ways. He learned that it was Jongin, against all odds, who was louder, and that Kai came with quiet gasps. He fell in love with them sometime after date three, or maybe week six, or before waking. Kai’s stomach was so sensitive, and Jongin loved when Sehun kissed his neck. Kai liked to be pinned down to the mattress, and Jongin loved to be in control.
Jongin loved to fuck. The thing about them sharing him, was that there were always two to please. He had two hands, but only one mouth, one ass. So he braced himself on his knees as Jongin luxuriated, loudly, in fucking him. He’d asked Kai once if his brother’s sounds bothered him, to which Kai had said not really. But right then, Sehun had the means to distract him. Because while one brother was behind him, the other was in his mouth. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go back to sex with one person again after that. Two sets of moans, Kai’s hands in his hair and Jongin panting behind him, stretching him. Kai came for him, and Sehun was grateful, because Jongin was driving him mad. Little lingering touches and strokes, just keeping him hard but never quite enough.
“Stop teasing him,” Kai admonished, content.
He moaned, as Jongin began to stroke him quickly, and muffled his sounds in Kai’s thigh.
When Jongin was done, they helped Sehun stretch out on the bed. Kai kissed him, and Jongin stroked his hair. It was always worth it, no matter what they did.
He had one of them on either side, like twin lions guarding him. It was going to get complicated, wasn’t it? But they’d deal with it then.
Right then he just felt…lucky. And terribly content.
***
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: ...various
Length: 300-1500 words
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: These are the prompts from the LAST round of requests, not the current one. I'm just posting these all together now finally.
Prompt: voyeur!Sehun watching Lu Han and Xiumin getting it on and professing their love for each other while his heart breaks ( but he can’t help it but get turned on)
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Sehun knew what those sounds were, that was the stupid part. Living with so many people, with so many guys, there were the interrupting moments. The teasing, the immediate erasing from the brain, depending on who it was and how they reacted. And what they were doing. If they were just jerking off, well. They all did that. But it wasn’t like they stood around and watched each other. No one wanted the others to think they were like that. And not everyone was good at holding in sounds, especially if they thought they were alone.
Sehun knew those sounds. A peculiar kind of panting, soft murmur of voices. Breathy moans. A note on a laugh that had his spine stiffening. Lu Han.
The door was opened just enough, the angle just enough. He looked, like a man hearing a crash. Lu Han. Minseok. His jaw sagged as he crouched, knelt. Lu Han in Minseok’s lap, both of them bare and touching. He’d seen people making out before, but this wasn’t just people. This was Lu Han. Lu Han, the one- And Minseok was close to him, and he’d never even thought. He’d never thought the two of them liked…men. He’d never been sure, hoped. Minseok moaned, Lu Han’s face hidden, doing something to his neck, and Sehun flushed, followed by a chill.
Lu Han’s laugh again, his smile as he pulled back.
I love you, in two languages. From both of them. Sehun’s fingers gripped tight in his shirt, trying to process. That mean that it wasn’t just a quick bout of sex. Not just an accidental hook up. Lu Han’s hands were on Minseok’s face, and it made him shudder. A glint caught Sehun’s eye, and he realized it was a ring on Minseok’s finger. It caught the light, as Minseok stroked Lu Han’s bare hip.
He wondered, why not him. He’d spent months, so much time imagining it. A stolen kiss, following a hopeful touch. But it never happened. They’d never been alone together, and all he’d had were wishes and fantasies. He wanted to savage his pillow, work the tightness out of his chest.
His breath rushed into him, as Lu Han moved. Head flung back and neck bared. His hands were braced behind him and chest and stomach curved. And Minseok was- Lu Han was hard, and Minseok was stroking him. Solid, steady strokes that had Lu Hand moaning, throat working with every swallow. It was gorgeous and the feast of all his fantasies combined.
Sehun’s legs widened of their own accord, his hand sneaking down as he watched. Lu Han mumbled something, Minseok laughing, and they were moving. Sehun tensed but they only switched positions. Lu Han stretched out and languorous as Minseok kissed up his chest, and on a rocking move, sank into Lu Han. Sehun swallowed. They’d clearly been up to more before he’d started watching. And he flushed a little bit more, knowing what he was doing. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He was supposed to hurt, but he couldn’t take his eyes away.
The flush on Lu Han’s face. Sehun’s palm pressed against his pants, rubbing as he watched the kissing, and the touching. Lu Han’s fingers along Minseok’s arms, and the tension in his thighs, and the hand wrapped around his erection. Lips red, soft, and well-kissed.
In his own head, he was kissing them. He was between Lu Han’s knees, belly to belly, and Lu Han’s fingers were teasing his shoulders, running through his hair, telling Sehun he loved him-
He came in his underwear just moments before Lu Han moaned. And he watched with blurring eyes as Lu Han came. For Minseok.
He’d gotten to see it, he thought. It wasn’t his, but he’d gotten to see it. It sank giddily through him as he crawled away. It was denial. The real hurt hadn’t hit yet. When he saw Lu Han teasing Minseok and Minseok smiling, he’d know better. He’d know what they did alone. What they felt about each other.
Sehun buried his face in his pillow. He’d have to wait for love.
***
Prompt: kai leaving marks on kyungsoo's thighs.
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The first time Jongin had gone onto his knees, and Kyungsoo’s whole body had seized. Trying to breathe, with his shoulder blades digging into the wall, and Jongin’s hands steadying his hips.
And then Jongin bit him.
He yelped, grabbing for Jongin’s head, and he’d gotten a grin.
It had loosened him up and that had been all Jongin had been going for.
But the spot Jongin’s teeth had pinched had been tender for a few days, and it had been impossible to not get turned on when he felt it. Somehow, he thought that had been Jongin’s intent as well.
***
Kyungsoo began to think Jongin just really liked his thighs. When they kissed, which was often, Jongin wasn’t touching his face or his chest. No, Jongin’s hands gripped his thighs, stroking from knee to hip, teasing the inseam of his pants but never touching where Kyungsoo expected. Whether they were seated, or standing, or lying in bed. Whether Kyungsoo had on jeans, or slacks, just underwear, or nothing at all, Jongin fingertips skimmed his legs.
And that was just with his hands.
He’d had the mental fantasy of putting lipstick on Jongin’s mouth, just to see the marks he left. The path his mouth took over Kyungsoo’s skin, the smears and swirls, wet places left by his tongue along Kyungsoo’s chest.
Some of those were equally soft and gentle along his thighs. Jongin’s stroking hands parting his legs and nuzzling along the exposed tendon. Blowing heated breath in the hollows, and scraping faint pink lines along it with his teeth.
Kyungsoo thought it was teasing at first, but he’d learned it was fascination. Fascination that left Kyungsoo swirling in arousal - aroused because of Jongin’s focus. And gasping as Jongin’s teeth sank into his flesh, loosening as Jongin’s lips sealed tight. But he never let up. And the edge of pain swirled into his blood as pleasure. When Jongin had let him go, his mouth had been wet and dark, and he was breathless. And that spot throbbed as Jongin stroked into him.
The only difference was that it was bigger, and more tender, and it didn’t distract him on sight. The next day at work, every time his legs brushed together it sent a twinge through him. Not pain, not exactly. And it certainly didn’t make him think of pain - only of Jongin’s mouth, and Jongin’s body, and muffling moans against Jongin’s throat.
Jongin scolded him when he did that, wanting to hear every sound. Kyungsoo had plenty for him.
***
Kyungsoo had new marks. One near his knee on one side, and another six inches above it. On the other, the mark had been as high as Jongin could go and even Kyungsoo’s underwear rubbed against it.
That was maddening, like Jongin had his mouth there all day long. And if he wore scratchy fabric, it was worse. It meant Jongin didn’t even have a chance to fix his mouth on Kyungsoo’s thighs because he was too busy being jumped. Jongin wasn’t having to deal with the echoes of Kyungsoo’s mouth torturing him all day long. Though he thought he should return the favor one day and see how Jongin liked it.
He figured he’d get the same response though. Not that tearing off each other’s clothes the second they were together in the apartment was a bad thing.
***
“Why do you like my thighs so much?” Kyungsoo asked, flat on his back with one knee in the air, and stroking the newest mark Jongin had made.
“They’re nice. Solid. Soft.”
Kyugngsoo stared over at him. “And putting marks on them?”
“You like my mouth,” Jongin murmured. But when Kyungsoo poked him and didn’t stop, Jongin laughed. “I can’t mark up your neck, or you’d have a hard time going to work. And I just…really like them. Touching them. And marking them.”
“You think someone else is going to see?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Just you feeling it,” Jongin replied, his tone sly. “And the sounds you make.”
That satisfied him, and he stroked Jongin’s sleepy mouth with a fingertip. One day he was going to discover what sounds Jongin would make for him.
***
Prompt: kailay, trainee!fic
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Jongin wasn’t the best dancer. Some of his seniors, he watched, admired, no matter what company they were from. Getting put in a group of peers, project groups, settling out into final formations, it wasn’t as though he was being set up with people at his skill level. They all had varying degrees of past training, skill, coordination. They all had different strengths. He couldn’t hit Jongdae’s high notes, or send chills down someone’s spine like Kyungsoo could. Chanyeol’s sense of timing with rap versus his dancing, well. It was easy to tell which talent Chanyeol had focused on.
They made each other stronger. They danced until their legs were rubbery and shaking. They danced, because they didn’t have the choice to stop, until tempers boiled over when they were told again. He could see the frustration in Joonmyun rise and be chained back, as he calmed the whining in others.
Sometimes he felt he’d have snapped at them, rather than keep a level head, and Joonmyun was why they actually got to go home some days.
The way he heard people talk, Jongin was defying the music, like it drove him. Yixing danced like he was part of it. He kind of liked that description, for himself, but he thought it was true for Yixing. There was something fluid in Yixing’s dance, something that drew the eye. Even when he was frustrated, when he forgot moves, when he faked it. There was the anger in himself when he missed things, when his mistakes made everyone start again. There was also sly amusement when he got things right, or corrected a mistake without being caught. They traded looks sometimes when their practices went long. When they stayed long after they had to, not even just to perfect the dance for performance, but for the joy of it, the pride of it. The music was a part of them.
Jongin watched as Yixing was draped over by other members, arms hooking with his. As he drank from water bottles, juice bottles, staring at the blank walls in total oblivion to the chaos going around him or smiling when he realized someone was talking to him. The giggles that sent him falling into Lu Han’s lap, or breathing hard, hands braced on his knees as they watched Zitao defy the air.
They hurt together, all of them. Innumerable bruises and sore muscles. When it hurt to even stand up straight, his lower back panging, he couldn’t hold back the grimaces. Yixing had a hand for his shoulder, advice. They danced through pain, taking what breaks they could and resting when it was clear they had no choice. Those were the times he felt most cared for.
But there were always new things to learn, new things to prepare for. And there were too many times when Yixing was gone, when Jongin pestered Sehun or Baekhyun to practice with him.
But Yixing rarely ever said no, even when it was hard, and they’d sweated through their shirts.
“Buy me food?” he asked, letting the side of his hand whack into to Yixing’s arm as they walked out of the building.
“I’ll buy you something. If you do aegyo,” Yixing said, turning and almost cutting him off, fixing him with a stare that was impossible to avoid. Shocking. Yixing had too many sides to shock him.
“Hyung,” he scoffed.
But even as he squirmed inside and protested that it was ridiculous, it wasn’t just for the food that his hands were raising and his face going hot. For Yixing, he’d do it.
***
Prompt: kris tops luhan in the gym shower after soccer practice
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The water took a few moments to get to full heat, but Lu Han was prepared for that. The shower stalls in the locker room at the practice field were nice, and he hated the feeling of going home sweaty. Plus a hot shower felt like a reward after he’d kicked Kris’s ass. Seven to two, his favor. It was a weekday afternoon, not a peak time for people, so they had the whole place to themselves. He’d stripped, shedding his shorts and shirt with efficiency as Kris poked around in their shared bag for face scrub or whatever he’d brought along.
The shower curtain rattled, and before Lu Han could move, he was enveloped.
“Ooh,” he said, as Kris pressed his cold chest to Lu Han’s very warm back. “This is my shower.”
“I know,” Kris said, and made Lu Han curse his body because that tone got him every single time. “We’ll save water this way?”
“Lies.” But that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested, especially since Kris had brought all of his supplies along with him, placed on the shelf.
“How many goals did you make?”
“Seven,” Lu Han said, turning his head, laughing. “You’re not going to be able to make me come seven times.”
“I don’t think you know how payback works,” Kris interrupted, chuckling.
“Well, I know you can’t-“
His words cut off as Kris pushed him up against the cold stone beneath the shower head, and Kris’s erection pressed against him.
“Once’ll be enough. For now.”
“What are you going to use? Shampoo’s a little out of the question.”
And without even pausing from the mark he was sucking on Lu Han’s shoulder, Kris shoved the shampoo aside to reveal the lube behind it.
Kris had been planning it before they’d even left the apartment, but the prospect was intriguing, even if he sometimes felt at a disadvantage when they were standing. It had been the second way they’d ever had each other, with Lu Han pinned until he’d come against his bedroom wall. He’d pinned Kris a couple of times himself, but he just liked it better in bed, when he got to hover over Kris’s face and feel a bit more predatorial. Like he was some jungle cat, and Kris was his prey.
Neither of them wanted to give an inch. Neither of them just wanted to give in. That was what made the sex so great. Or at least part of it.
Steam, the fall of hot water on their bodies and around their feet, and Kris’s hands stroking his sides. He let his head fall back Kris’s shoulder, the perfect rest. He didn’t bother moving his hands from where they were braced, opting instead to use his hips. It was his way of making sure - damn sure - that Kris wasn’t going to hesitate. They didn’t have an hour for Kris to work from lazy-eyed lust, to so desperate he didn’t have words.
“How limber did you get out there?” Kris asked, his hand closing around the lube.
“Not that limber. We need to be quick. Kris.”
“I know. I’ll hurry.”
They wouldn’t be discovered for a while, but they had no reason to lag.
And he wanted to come. Kris knew.
Kris was tall, but slender, and he fit against Lu Han with simple perfection. He’d thought that two months before anything had even happened, just a simple hug, a shoulder squeeze making him think. And his eyes widened, heart picking up speed as Kris’s hand planted beside his on the wall. There were those hands, too.
“Quick, before the water washes everything away,” Lu Han said, tongue in cheek as Kris, slick, rubbed against him.
It was the angle, and the slickness, more than anything. Once they found that, there was nothing to it. Something to be proud of, taking Kris fully in a hot shower with his muscles aching. Kris’s fingers rubbing wet patters on his side as found what worked best. It didn’t hurt, that wasn’t why he was moaning into his shoulder to muffle himself.
He liked what pain he felt, a sting he couldn’t quite describe. The kind of pain that came with something he wanted. Something he wasn’t going to stop. But it didn’t take long for that to fade into something else entirely.
His moan of disapproval at the sudden change in tempo had Kris hissing out a laugh. “You’re the one who said we had to be quick.”
His neck wasn’t sensitive but Kris’s breath sent tingles down it. A draft teasing his skin, Kris’s tiny, almost imperceptible grunts. They couldn’t be loud like in their bed at home, when Kris joked it sounded like Lu Han was being murdered. But Kris’s mouth had a way of doing that, driving him to the edge of sanity where his whole focus was on Kris’s tongue, and Kris’s lips and the building pleasure.
And then, with Kris’s hand slick with lube and water closing around him. His legs widened, bracing, knees locked and fingers curling into stone. Water dripped down his face, but he shook it away, focusing instead on Kris’s stroking hand, and his hips.
And the sound of the door opening.
Anxiety first dampened, and then sent his arousal through the roof. He muffled his moan on his fingers as Kris gasped. They’d be shielded by the curtain, unable to be seen, but someone could hear them. Sounds bottled up, a series of gasps as his face went hot and Kris’s mouth nuzzled up against his ear.
“Come.”
With a keen he couldn’t hold back, he did. Kris’s harsh panting against his skin, and the rough jerking of his hand, and the erratic movement of his hips. His teeth bit into his own flesh, trying to hold back the moans. And more when Kris gasped, “Lu Han,” against his neck.
Lu Han’s heart had almost started slowing, when Kris pressed him a bit more firmly into the wall. He was a mass of aches and throbs, and he fully realized they hadn’t actually washed.
Maybe a couple of places, but that was due to friction. In their shower at home, they had a hard time both fitting.
“At least we have more room here,” Lu Han said out loud, before remembering there was probably someone else still in the bathroom.
Kris’s laughter was muffled into his neck. A few minutes later, the door closed again - a sure sign someone had left. It wasn’t as though he was eager to move.
“The shampoo’s right there,” Kris said, voice mumbly and muffled. “I did most of the work.”
“Ha.”
But he reached for the bottle without looking, and let his head loll against Kris’s as the water fell around them. They’d have plenty of time at home to sort out who had won that day. He was pretty sure it was him.
***
Prompt: sehun x jongin. rimming before they have to go on stage >;3
***
“It’ll loosen you up.”
Jongin was certain their trainers and managers had told them exactly the opposite of that. Not that Jongin really cared - he danced through anything.
“It’ll make you dance better.”
What Sehun meant was, “It’ll make you dance and think of me.”
He didn’t know how to deal with Sehun’s hands on him backstage without getting aroused. The others wondered why he got restless, and it was because he had to breathe. Sometimes to sneak away, or else risk dancing too hard to hide.
But this was new. Sehun’s arm around his middle and holding him steady. He could see himself in the mirror, blushing through his makeup, and had the horrible fantasy that it was one of those two-way mirrors, that someone was watching from the other side. He shook his head and gripped the cabinet. That was stupid.
But Sehun’s mouth wasn’t. They’d showered together before leaving, readying for a performance they were less than an hour from. They’d jerked each other off, so there was no need-
Or every need. Sehun liked to feel him shudder. The kisses down his spine had him gripping harder, but none so hard as the slide of Sehun’s tongue just over his tailbone.
“You’re going to-“ he tried to say, and his next words were going to be “suck me off” but he was too busy huffing out a breath and staring at his wide eyes in the mirror. Sehun was teasing too much, thumbs digging into Jongin’s flesh. He wasn’t sure if it was going to make him dance better at all, when all he could think about was the teasing circles, and Sehun’s hot breath.
His whole body jolted at the press of Sehun’s tongue. Sehun would suck him off. If Jongin didn’t come first.
***
Prompt: baekhyun/tao, awkward and sweet first time sex and/or blowjob/handjob.
***
It wasn’t because of alcohol. It wasn’t because they’d seen each other naked in the college shower and were overcome by lust.
Okay, Baekhyun thought, maybe it was kind of the last one, but not immediately preceding what had happened. It’d taken a while, built up to it. Seeing each other in the shower here, having a long conversation there. They’d seen each other dress up for dates, and talked about really hot people in movies and had strange conversations like:
“Days since your last date?”
“A million,” Tao said, flopping back on his bed.
“A million,” Baekhyun repeated, picking up his phone. “So you’re… 2,739 years old? Plus how many ever years before you started dating.”
Tao just groaned and made a shooing motion at Baekhyun’s words.
It just sort of…happened.
***
Kind of like dating sort of happened. It wasn’t like they’d know who they’d room with at college. They’d bonded over various things, like their Taurus birthdays and food they liked. Their birthdays. Baekhyun realized he had a problem beyond just admiring when Tao bent over to stretch or do yoga because of that joint birthday party. He’d spent hours it felt like thinking of what to get Tao. He was his friend, his roommate. The other half of his beef. Their joint party was on the fourth, and his detective skills told him Tao had gotten him a really nice desk set since he’d been complaining about his shabby tools.
“Is a necklace too weird for a roommate?” he’d asked out loud and had gotten a strange look from Kyungsoo.
“Not unless it’s a heart locket,” Kyungsoo told him.
He’d been half tempted to get one just to see what Tao’s reaction would be. But he’d gone the safe route, with an initial necklace in a style he liked.
And he’d put it on Tao that night, and watched for the next two weeks as Tao wore it every day, touching it throughout the day. He learned the sound of the pendant across the chain as Tao fiddled with it.
“Maybe I should’ve gotten you one with my initial on it, so people knew you belonged to me,” he said one night, nudging Tao’s knee as they sat together on the floor of their room.
“Get it, and we can swap,” Tao agreed. “You can wear my initial then.”
“People would think we were dating.”
Baekhyun had steeled himself for laughter, and got mumbles instead.
“What?”
“Would that be so bad?” Tao asked, more clearly, his head dropping a solid inch further toward his book.
“No?” Wait, was this some kind of confession? He was going to actually drop kick Tao into the next week if it was a joke or he was just musing.
“I didn’t think you’d want to. We’re roommates and you date really outgoing guys.”
Tao’s voice seemed to get louder the more he talked, before dropping off at the very end, and Baekhyun’s stomach and heart both dropped with it.
“There’s no rules saying we can’t date because we’re roommates,” Baekhyun breathed. Tao looked up at him in surprise, and what almost looked like hope. He reached, hooked a finger through Tao’s necklace. “I kept seeing this, imagining you were wearing it for me, for real.”
“Want to go out tonight?” Tao blurted, and Baekhyun just grinned at him.
***
Yoga was a special form of torture. They weren’t “official boyfriends” yet after a couple of weeks of occasional dates, study sessions, study sessions that doubled as dates, Tao’s sweet and almost shy smiles as Baekhyun passed him in the halls. Close enough, though. He figured one of them was going to rip out one of their tonsils bare handed before they actually had a talk about where their relationship was going, so as long as it was still going somewhere that was cool with him. But he figured he needed to get in on one of Tao’s obsessions, instead of just, ah, admiring.
And that meant he was a bit sweaty, a little achy, and flat on his back on the floor with Tao beside him.
“You did good. You have to start slow,” Tao said. “Otherwise you could hurt yourself. But then it starts feeling really good.”
“Sounds like something else,” Baekhyun joked, turning his head.
Baekhyun watched Tao laugh at the innuendo. Watched so long, he saw Tao’s tongue come out to wet his lips. And then, as the smile faded.
His body felt stretched and prodded, but he forgot about that as he rolled, letting Tao’s lips bump against his. After their first date, they’d kissed. It’d been sweet and a bit shocking, and Tao had nearly squeezed him into pieces. That’d been when Baekhyun realized he’d really not been the only one to want it. The problem was, they’d kept getting interrupted by life. Kisses before classes meant having to run before it got too intense. Then they had friends demanding their time. And then there was just knowing they were kind of getting the feel for things.
A close call on his side had come the night before, when the tip of Tao’s tongue had teased his, and he’d nearly buckled right into Tao’s body. But Tao, serious and studious had a test to study for, so Baekhyun had nursed his desire to tackle Tao to the bed and kiss him senseless from his own side of the room.
But there were no tests. No friends. No fire alarms, or hunger pangs. Baekhyun shoved himself up on his elbow, pressing kisses to Tao’s mouth. He stayed there until Tao wanted more, curving his arm under Baekhyun’s head and pulling him in.
The smell of Tao’s expensive cologne, his toned arm beneath Baekhyun’s fingers. Tao’s chest. He’d seen it. One day he was going to kiss it. Kiss it everywhere. Kiss it, like he was kissing Tao right then, heady and warm. Remembering to breathe as Tao sucked on his lips. And as Baekhyun stroked down Tao’s side, Tao moaned. It made shivers race up his spine, a desperate sound wracking him as Tao’s thigh slid between his.
It took as little as that, those few kisses, for him to fight the urge to rock against Tao’s thigh.
He didn’t know who was protesting more when he pushed Tao onto his back, untangling their legs so he could straddle Tao. There was no ready for this. His brain wanted two things: Tao’s mouth, and to come, in no particular order.
“Tao,” he breathed during kisses, reveling in them. And moaning, as Tao’s hands, both of them, gripped his hips and pulled him down so that he was grinding against Tao’s stomach. He grinned, staring at Tao’s red mouth as he backed off a bit. He slid his hands inside Tao’s shorts, feeling the hot skin of his hips as they lifted and allowed Baekhyun to shove cloth down. He shoved down his own shorts, not caring as long as they were skin to skin. He stroked them, together, rubbing together as he strained for Tao’s mouth. And Tao kissed him, tongue curling with his, hands cupping Baekhyun’s ass, stroking his back, his hair. All the while, keeping Baekhyun close.
“Can’t,” Baekhyun gasped, pulling his mouth away to concentrate on the movement of his hand and the slide of their skin together. His upper teeth were pressed against Tao’s shoulder and his shoulder was straining from the increased speed. Tao’s hips were lifting into his, impeding him, urging him and he was struggling for breath as Tao gripped the back of his shirt and jerked under him.
Tao had just come because of his hand. Baekhyun squeezed his eyes closed and gave in and let Tao hold him as he came. He whimpered. There was going to be nothing better than that.
***
Tao’s shirt and stomach were a mess. An actual disaster site. And he was pretty damn pleased about that.
“I love yoga,” he intoned, his forehead pressed to Tao’s chest as he waited for the will to move to hit him.
Tao made a sound almost like a purr.
“It was good, right?”
Tao purred again, eyes closed as Baekhyun finally pushed himself up.
“My knees hurt. We need to get up.” No response. “If we move to the bed-“
Tao’s eyes flew open at the mention of the word bed.
It turned out Tao’s shirt was a good swab for his skin. Or good enough, anyway, for them to tumble after each other into Tao’s bed. They overwhelmingly smelled of sex and sweat, but as Tao kissed him and then fell asleep with his mouth open against Baekhyun’s cheek, he didn’t care.
***
Tao had very interesting ways of bending over when doing almost anything which had given Baekhyun very interesting views and then even better fantasies.
Tao swore he wasn’t doing it on purpose, after they started dating, but Baekhyun noticed he did it a lot more after. And that, Baekhyun knew, was on purpose.
***
Prompt: sehun/yixing where they're both adorable and laugh and giggle with each other while dancing and team up against jongin and prank all of exo and pull jokes on them and are generally snarky and bratty and have wildly hot sex 0:D
***
There was nothing like making everyone laugh. Of course, Sehun had it easy, since as the youngest he could cry foul and keep people from burying him. Yixing had it slightly harder. It didn’t happen as much when they were dancing, because sometimes they were at that so long, they were too tired even to thin about being funny. But when they had down time, it was fair game.
Like the time they’d hid all the non-perishable food in EXO-K’s apartment. Part of it had gone in Kris’s closet - Yixing knew he could hide anything there. The rest went under Joonmyun’s bed.
Yixing made sure not to sit too close to Sehun as people were in and out. They were mostly waiting for someone to discover it. They’d left the snacks on the counter to keep suspicion to a minimum, at least until someone made eyes at Kyungsoo.
“I can’t… There’s no noodles. There’s… There’s no anything!”
At the startled tone, Joonmyun was on his feet like he had been trained to respond. And there were exclamations as each cupboard was examined.
“Where did all our food go!”
Yixing went to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle. “The food’s gone?”
He said it so nonchalantly, that Joonmyun actually opened his mouth to reply.
And then Sehun giggled.
“You!”
Joonmyun’s instincts were heightened. Yixing scattered, hiding behind Lu Han since Kris was occupied with Jongin. Nothing could save Sehun though, getting held down and tortured by Joonmyun and Kyungsoo. His snorts and giggles drew everyone’s attention as they poked and tickled him.
“Not going to save him?” Lu Han asked, looking over his shoulder. “No one’s going to hire you as a bodyguard.”
“I’ll make it up to him later,” Yixing promised.
Sehun complained when he got the brunt of the punishment. Kris sometimes gave him the Eyebrows but usually it was good clean fun. They had a good time putting the food back, and everyone laughed abut it. That was the way jokes were supposed to be. Yixing loved to watch them laugh.
And he took Sehun’s wrist, taking him upstairs because he knew Lu Han would be a while. They’d have time, in the privacy of his room. They’d played so many pranks together, had so many laughs. But the joke was on him, when Sehun had kissed him one day. Sehun, dancing behind Jongin, his straight faces. The smile in his eyes when he met Yixing’s,. He hadn’t seen it, not for too long.
It wasn’t like he could ask anyone else, either. Hey, did you catch on that Sehun wanted me? No one asked what they did when they snuck away. Maybe no one wanted to know. The first time, he’d been breathless on the couch with Sehun’s hands all over him, and his wet mouth on Yixing’s neck. Every sound had had them jumping, even if they’d been alone.
And then, there’d been the time on Yixing’s bed, when he’d been straddling Sehun, Sehun’s shirt dropping out of of Yixing’s senseless fingers onto the floor. He’d stared for just long enough for Sehun to squirm, and then he’d touched. After years of nothing, buddies and lonely jerking off, there was Sehun.
Sehun, who really loved blow jobs, who seemed to have some Secret Source for condoms and lube that he wouldn’t spill on. The only thing more amazing that Sehun’s smile when Yixing was kissing and stroking him, was the smile right after sex. Blissful and amazed. And horny. But it wasn’t as though Yixing was that much older. If they didn’t get in two rounds while they were alone in some way, then they weren’t getting enough time alone.
“Their faces were amazing,” Sehun mumbled into Yixing’s neck, almost making him miss what Sehun was saying. His comprehension was good, but considering Sehun was vigorously stroking into him, he was a little distracted.
“It was a good joke,” Yixing agreed, grasping at Sehun’s shoulders.
Yixing sucked Sehun’s bottom lip between his, moaning as Sehun’s hand slid down his stomach to stroke him.
They’d get a lot of laughs out of it eventually.
It was a joke between them. A promise between them.
***
Prompt: domestic Kris/Yixing
***
There was the day when it was so cold that even imagining breathing the air made his lungs hurt. He had his coat all zipped up, a scarf wrapped around his face, and at least three layers on every other part of his skin besides his hands - carefully covered in one of Kris’s gifts the previous week, luxurious gloves. In fact, if he could have had a body suit made out of whatever material the gloves were made out of, he’d have commissioned it immediately. The thing was, Kris was almost always warmer than he was, and he was just about as wrapped up as Yixing.
“Cute scarf,” Yixing said, bumping his glove-blunted fingertips against the blue cloth over Kris’s mouth and nose. They’d just met each other coming back from work, and Yixing assumed about to go up to their very cozy apartment.
“Yours looks like a flower,” Kris said, the scarf moving cutely as he spoke.
Kris’s was blue, and his was orange.
“Do I get a kiss?”
“Of course,” Kris said, and began a prolonged nuzzling of Yixing’s face like some kind of walrus. It had him laughing and clinging to Kris’s heavy coat.
“A real one,” Yixing insisted, and peeled down Kris’s scarf.
Kris’s nose was red and his lips were a bit chapped from the cold and dry, but the kiss was still solid and warm. After a moment anyway. Kris’s forearms on Yixing’s shoulders kept him from moving away, not that he was trying to.
“We should go home before our lips freeze together,” Kris said.
“Wouldn’t that be proof of our love?” Yixing asked wryly, as Kris pulled his scarf up higher.
“I love you, but if you kill me off in the winter, I’m not going to grow back in spring,” Kris told him, but then wound their fingers together as best he could through bulky gloves.
It was one way to escape sweaty palms.
***
It was strange, the way he had worried over Kris at first. If Kris would change his mind about wanting a man, or if he really wanted Yixing at all. He knew not everyone was perfectly straight, or perfectly not. Maybe Kris had been in denial, or maybe he just liked a whole spectrum of people.
But the wondering had mostly gone by the time they’d dated a couple of months, and by a year, eighteen months he didn’t even think about it. If they broke up then, it could be for any variety of reasons, but none of them had to do with Kris not being attracted to Yixing. And once Yixing had come to grips with the knowledge that he was Kris’s first man for…everything? He’d actually really liked it. He liked that he was the first man to ever press up against Kris’s back and nudge against him
And to feel Kris moan because of it. And Kris delighted in pinning him to the bed, tickling him until he laughed, and then until he pulled Kris closer. Kris looked at him with such want. Sometimes even with such disbelief that Yixing was there. But he always was, whether it was kissing Kris’s mouth clean, or napping against him on the couch.
Or, like that day with a chill in his bones, tugging Kris into a hot shower.
One of them always ended up out of the spray, but somehow it was never cold. A hot meal ordered in, a movie on the TV, and catching up after work. Kris surprised him sometimes. Gifts, a special night out.
And Yixing booked them a vacation away.
***
In the dark, all the could hear was the ocean, the sound of distant traffic, and the jets under the surface of the hot tub they were in. Two nights in a nice hotel, a quick plane trip away. Yixing had saved for it for months. It allowed Kris a couple of days away from his sometimes grueling job, and just a time for them. Two days, nothing but each other. It wasn’t an anniversary, and it wasn’t even a birthday. But it had been worth it, he thought drowsily as he rubbed the arch of his foot along Kris’s leg and pressed himself a little closer against Kris’s side.
“It’d be nice to do this every night,” Kris said.
“Mm,” Yixing greed. “We could set it up right in front of the TV. It’d be great. Pruney fingers and utter relaxation.”
“If I ever get to build that house I want, that’s not a bad idea,” Kris mused. “Though. Not in the living room. Something in the back. Private.”
His last word was spoken against Yixing’s temple and it made him tremble inside.
Once, when Kris had spoken of his dreams of a house, he had only half entertained the daydream of being with Kris in it. Then, he realized it was a possibility.
“How would you do it?”
“I’d buy a house, land, something that was falling to shit. I’d raze it, level it. Build everything up again, new. Wouldn’t need to be big, just… Something I did. Hopefully something still conveniently located for both of us.”
Yixing’s eyes closed, and pictured it. A yard, a garden. Maybe even a dog. Walking past Kris’s car as he got home from work, and having a kitchen that looked out on some kind of fountain or something nice to look at. Relaxing against Kris in the tub, and sleeping with him in their room.
He liked those dreams, the ones that didn’t end in blood. Sometimes he saw the woman that Kris had dreamed off, and her son. And Kris, a version of Kris with long hair, holding their hands. It had brought Kris pain and confusion, and the first time Yixing had dreamed of it, on his birthday ironically after they had been dating a good while, it brought only peace. Wherever they were, they were happy. And somehow, he thought they knew that he was happy with Kris as well.
He told Kris, who had only held him.
“You’d look good in long hair,” Yixing had told him, grinning. “Ponytail.”
And that had been that. They already knew everything there was to know about each other, very much still in love. Life went on.
“Dinner?” Kris said plaintively a few days later, catching Yixing’s arm as he passed by the couch.
Yixing hummed before the hair on Kris’s forehead was being smoothed back and a kiss pressed there.
“Anything you want. As long as you get up and come help me cook it,” Yixing promised him.
***
Prompt: SJM/EXO-M one? Just something cute and fluffy that will show the big bro-little bro dynamics?
***
They were meant for the same market, they went to the same events, and they were from the same company. The one big difference was that they didn’t have the same number of members, and yeah, one group was older. Still, it was hard not to be a little protective of their juniors, since they’d seen them train and work hard and had become friends over the years. As an established group with awards, and history, there was some envy looking up at them.
And there was some envy looking back, too. Their youth, their possibilities. So when they all made it to the same concert, it was a reason to do something special when they were through.
Henry gravitated to Kris. They had a lot in common, shared country, shared languages, and Donghae was with them. And for once, there were enough Mandarin and Korean speakers to go around, as Zhou Mi was wedged in between Yixing and Jongdae, with Lu Han, Minseok and Siwon across from them.
Kyuhyun and Hyukjae and Sungmin were on a mission.
It was just a little surprise, a nice one. Everyone left behind was oblivious, as Zhou Mi told stories and Henry jammed on his keyboard.
Kyuhyun peeked around the corner and caught Donghae’s eye, who caught Zhou Mi’s.
Zhou Mi stood up, drawing the attention to himself.
“Hey guys!”
And that allowed their surprise to slip into the room.
There were oohs and ahhs as the little cake and bag of snacks and drinks was set down.
“Some of this is from the fans,” Siwon said. “But-“
“Some of it is from us,” Hyukjae continued. “First time here for you.”
Sungmin nodded. “So we wanted to make it fun.”
“And to make up for all the birthdays we’ve missed,” Kyuhyun added slyly.
Aside from shared concerts, they didn’t get to see each other enough. Passing in hallways or during meetings or photoshoots. It was something they’d want done for them, something that had been done for them by their seniors. And it was something that’d happen again for each other.
Yixing got frosting in Kyuhyun’s hair, and Hyukjae nearly broke a rib laughing as Jongdae splashed soda in his face. They were all professionals, glad to be done with the stress of the concert and to be together where there was no expectations.
They were colleagues, but more importantly they were friends.
***
Prompt: kai and jongin are twins and both have feelings for sehun and they decide to share.
***
Sometimes it seemed like they were never still, or perhaps that was because there were two of them. Sehun watched, felt a bit stalked almost as Kai and Jongin shut the three of them up in Sehun’s room. No one else was home, and they’d been there like that too many times to count. They’d know each other half their lives, just starting out college together.
“We have something we want to talk to you about,” Kai said, always the more forward one.
Sehun liked to think he could always tell them apart, and he most always could. There were times, though, when it was hard.
“Oh?” Sehun asked, as Jongin settled beside him.
“Our parents got us the same clothes.”
“Same bikes.”
“Same everything.”
“They didn’t want us to be jealous of each other.”
Sehun stared back and forth between them at that barrage of words.
“Of course,” Jongin said, putting his hand on Sehun’s bare shoulder and slipping his thumb under the edge of Sehun’s tank top, “we didn’t expect to want the same guy.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time, right, Sehun?”
“Right,” Sehun said, and startled as Kai’s face veered closer. “Guys?”
“We know you like guys, but are you attracted to us?”
It wasn’t like attraction was totally physical. Some of it depended on personality, timing, events.
Sehun learned that day it could be a lot more also.
***
Sehun woke up some mornings a little confused at his own existence. His name was Oh Sehun, and he had twin boyfriends. They’d been good friends. They’d even taken a trip together alone, after their parents had gotten out from worrying. But he’d never expected to date them. Not even one of them. Sure, they were attractive, Sehun knew that. But he didn’t meet all of his friends and rank them in order of attraction. He’d had crushes all throughout school, and once they all got out of the gangly teenager stage, maybe he’d had a few fantasies from watching them dance. There were things he really liked about both of them. Kai’s boldness, Jongin’s innocent smile. They weren’t opposites or halves of each other, but distinct and intriguing.
They took him out the first time, bought his movie ticket, his snacks. He sat between them, as he’d done it a dozen times. They each kissed him once after, leaving him as they went their separate ways on the subway. His mouth had tingled after that, but he hadn’t been able to stop smiling the whole way.
“We could share you,” Jongin said. “We love each other so much that we wouldn’t try to steal you.”
“What if I liked one of you more than the other?” Sehun asked. “I don’t now, but what if… I wouldn’t want to come between you.”
Kai just smiled. “What if one of us loses interest and hurts you? But we don’t know unless we try.”
“You think someone could come between us?” Jongin asked Kai.
“No one has yet.”
They dated. They gamed together, studied. Played. And in their rooms, the touches that Kai and Jongin pressed to his back, his hands or neck, were different.
He was used to the sound of the timer.
“Our mom would put this on so we knew when our turn was up with a toy or a game,” Jongin said. “Five minutes.”
Kai crawled into Sehun’s lap, and it became so hard to breathe.
“You’re first? But Jongin’s older?”
“That’s why he’s letting me take the first turn.”
First. The first of many. Kai looked so smug when he said that, and Jongin laughed. But then Kai was kissing him, stroking his face and neck. He learned so much then, how Kai’s hips felt under his hands, the little sound he made when Sehun’s tongue brushed his.
Kai’s groan of disappointment as the buzzer went off.
“You turned it so it went faster,” Kai accused, climbing off.
“He always said that,” Jongin said, wiggling close. “Now I know we look good together.”
Sehun shuddered as Jongin swept his hands through Sehun’s hair, and kissed him with just as much intent, as though he was going to wring every bit of those five minutes. Jongin tasted a bit of gum, pressed a bit harder than Kai, and rocked into his hips. They looked good together, Jongin said. Because he’d seen Sehun kissing his twin, his other.
And the next time, and the next, as Kai pressed him back on the bed, pressed his mouth open and made him moan. At least, until he was moaning for another reason, one he could only feel and not see.
Kai stared at Jongin. “You’re distracting him.”
Jongin let Sehun’s fingers slip out of his mouth. “Just teasing him. What, only one of us can touch him at a time?”
“No, but…”
Sehun wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be aroused or scared of the look on Kai’s face. That was the problem of having two men on the bed with him. They were so blurred in his head. When he came at night, he heard both their moans, felt both their kisses, imagined his hands on two bodies. It felt greedy, and decadent.
“Kai got to kiss you first, so he agreed that I could be the one to…” Jongin’s hand inched over from Sehun’s hip, fingers tracing where Sehun had begun to press against his pants. “Can I?”
Sehun shuddered, nodded, gripping Jongin’s arm for a second. It wasn’t fear. Just that he wanted to be sure.
Jongin stole a moment of Kai’s time, without protest, to press a kiss to Sehun’s swollen mouth.
And then it was Kai who kept him occupied, kissing his face, his neck. Kai’s hands teased his chest as he kissed him, but it didn’t distract him from Jongin pulling down his zipper and fishing him out of his underwear. He learned what it was to kiss one man, and come for another.
Sehun learned that they were twins, in so many ways. He learned that it was Jongin, against all odds, who was louder, and that Kai came with quiet gasps. He fell in love with them sometime after date three, or maybe week six, or before waking. Kai’s stomach was so sensitive, and Jongin loved when Sehun kissed his neck. Kai liked to be pinned down to the mattress, and Jongin loved to be in control.
Jongin loved to fuck. The thing about them sharing him, was that there were always two to please. He had two hands, but only one mouth, one ass. So he braced himself on his knees as Jongin luxuriated, loudly, in fucking him. He’d asked Kai once if his brother’s sounds bothered him, to which Kai had said not really. But right then, Sehun had the means to distract him. Because while one brother was behind him, the other was in his mouth. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go back to sex with one person again after that. Two sets of moans, Kai’s hands in his hair and Jongin panting behind him, stretching him. Kai came for him, and Sehun was grateful, because Jongin was driving him mad. Little lingering touches and strokes, just keeping him hard but never quite enough.
“Stop teasing him,” Kai admonished, content.
He moaned, as Jongin began to stroke him quickly, and muffled his sounds in Kai’s thigh.
When Jongin was done, they helped Sehun stretch out on the bed. Kai kissed him, and Jongin stroked his hair. It was always worth it, no matter what they did.
He had one of them on either side, like twin lions guarding him. It was going to get complicated, wasn’t it? But they’d deal with it then.
Right then he just felt…lucky. And terribly content.
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