[Fic] Extracts (EXO prompt fill ficlets)
Title: Extracts (four ficlets)
Pairings: Lu Han/Xiumin, Chanyeol/Suho, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut
Warnings for: sexual situations
Summary: Four ficlets: Lu Han/Xiumin - fanservice, Chanyeol/Suho - puppies, Chanyeol/Baekhyun - coffeeshop!AU, Kris/Baekhyun - bondage (NC-17), Sehun/Jongin+Kai - twins (NC-17)
Prompt: Lu Han/Xiumin - started with fanservice and then they begin to fall in love somewhere along the way in which minseok convinces himself that everything is fanservice while luhan tries to convince minseok that it is not just a mere fanservice.
***
Lu Han was a conundrum of angelic smiles. At least, in public he was. The little deer with his coy glances and bashful smiles, and uncontrollable, very visible laughter. He teased, and he touched, and to many looked like the sweetest of them all. Sometimes, it seemed they missed his masculine energy behind that, his arms, the lines of his body. They hadn’t seen him before, never short on hair Lu Han, before he’d looked like a slightly precocious five-year-old sitting with the grown ups. And Minseok couldn’t talk, since it seemed many people took him for the youngest and didn’t really believe them - especially when he was standing next to Zitao and his cute little smirk.
He was their little steamed bun. Sometimes he had dreams where little buns chased him around shouting “Baozi!” in Lu Han’s voice. It was a point to remember him by. He made everything cute, Lu Han said, sprawled half on, half off the couch in a pair of raggedy pajama bottoms.
He tried to ignore when Lu Han would whisper information to him, too close for comfort to anyone really and his lips brushing Minseok’s ear. They said immersion was the best way to learn. But the Mandarin flying around them had him and Jongdae both looking around as people laughed and they had no idea why. Sometimes he laughed because Lu Han laughed, because everyone did.
Sometimes he laughed because Lu Han’s arm was around his shoulder, too close, too warm, and that was the only thing to do when he was trying not to focus.
He made the mistake of looking, just once. Once was all it took. Something else in Lu Han’s eyes that had his heart leaping.
And when Lu Han had fallen asleep against him in the van. And when he tried to feed Minseok at the restaurant. And when they sat together in the living area of their apartment and just talked until they were exhausted the next day, crabby, but happy.
They were born not much more than a month apart, a country apart. It made them the same. There were no years to separate them. And slowly, no language either. Minseok fell in love with the music first, and then with the fans, and the lights, and the thunder of the stage under their feet. He fell for Lu Han’s laughter, his wit, the way his bottom lip looked bitten. The time on the stage, in interviews, in preparation, in downtime, blurred. The Lu Han who teased him on set, and the one who teased him at dinner. Sharing lightning-fast showers, and bleary stares as they settled onto another plane. He rested his head on Lu Han’s shoulder, more by accident than design. As he fell asleep, he wondered if he imagined lips pressing against his hairline.
It became like a tease, the flirting. Like an act almost, an act that had him grinning, trying not to blush with Lu Han far too close. He found what he could take, he could give, Lu Han laughing back at him.
They walked a terrible line, trying to keep remembering what was act and what was- Something else. He thought of them as a they, but assumed it was only him.
When they were alone, Lu Han rolled over on the floor of their dorm, putting himself nearly nose to nose with Minseok. Despite himself, his eyes went wider, breath catching as Lu Han stared back at him. He was still, unable to move, or breathe. His brain raced, searching for a joke, something to say or do.
Instinct had his eyes closing after a moment. If he couldn’t see it, it wasn’t real. Maybe Lu Han would think he was-
Sleeping or-
Lu Han’s palm ghosted his cheek, and Minseok inhaled - the faint hint of sweat and Lu Han’s breath.
He wondered if his mind conjured it, or if his stillness urged it, or if he was imagining the touch to his mouth. All it took was picturing Lu Han’s lips, and he was moving forward. Or he would have, had Lu Han not pressed back into him as soon as he tried.
But as a shudder went through him, he turned his head and gasped as he realized what had happened.
And when he stared at the ceiling instead of at Lu Han, and it seemed the safer choice. He could still feel Lu Han’s mouth on his, and his heart was beating too fast, and he wasn’t sure he could feel his hands. Lu Han loved to tease him. Lu Han loved to touch him. Loved to make him react. Loved it when Lu Han was just sitting there, smiling at him. The Lu Han smile, not the precious little deer smile.
“Probably should save that for the stage,” Minseok said, feeling like his voice was shakier than he would have liked.
“I wouldn’t do that on the stage,” Lu Han said, laughing down at him. As though he were calling Minseok silly.
There were fans who might like it if he did. But there was reserve in Lu Han, too, like he’d asked a question and hadn’t gotten the answer he wanted.
***
They all knew about fanservice. There was an art to it. Well-used, it could only help out their careers, make their fans happy. Too forced, and it ended up weird, but there was a danger of going too far with it, too.
“Any plans when we get back to the hotel?” Lu Han asked, pressed up against Minseok’s side in the van.
He shook his head.
Showering, for sure. Lu Han had claimed him as his roommate for the hotel, so at least there was only one other person to fight for it. It wasn’t like the last award ceremony, when he’d been forced to sit half-hard after Lu Han grabbed his ass trying to get him to move. That wasn’t fanservice, just touching, and it wasn’t touching he needed to read into.
Natural. Between friends. Not like Lu Han’s touches on stage, smiles, and the way his eyes lingered.
Why couldn’t he have fallen for Jongdae? Jongdae would have listened patiently, laughed, hugged him, and suggested they get something to eat. He would’ve made him feel comfortable.
All Minseok wanted was-
Lu Han’s breath on his neck, their hips pressed side by side as they watched a movie on Minseok’s bed. Minseok’s, not Lu Han’s. He teased, though, every time, as though he would just flop onto Lu Han’s bed. The narrowed eyes always had him laughing and going where he knew he belonged.
He belonged where he was, beside Lu Han, laughing with him.
And in the dark, when he jolted as Lu Han slid under the covers beside him.
“Minseok.”
His name, Lu Han’s voice. It was like a number of his fantasies come to life, and like so many fantasies there was fear embedded in it. He could not pretend to be asleep, his face hot in the dark as Lu Han’s fingers ringed his wrist. He wondered what Lu Han wanted, what he was thinking. Just because his mind went wild, didn’t mean that Lu Han’s did. He might only want to talk about problems, or schedules, or have a funny story to tell.
But he wasn’t sure why Lu Han said his name quite that way.
“Why’d you let me kiss you?” Lu Han asked.
And Minseok’s heart bumped around.
“Because…” That wasn’t an answer. He knew it wasn’t. Lu Han knew it wasn’t. And something he’d been hiding inside tumbled out. “It’s hard to tell apart what’s for fans, and what’s not. When you-“
Too much. That was saying too much.”
Lu Han’s hand slid under Minseok’s shirt, skin to skin against his side and Minseok had to force himself not to tense up.
“I like touching you. Who else can see us now?”
Minseok breathed. “No one.”
“So I must be touching you because…”
So many reasons. So many, and he knew the one he wanted to be true.
“You want to?”
He could actually feel Lu Han’s smile.
“It took me a while to figure out what you meant last time. I thought you wanted me to stop.”
Minseok turned his head, could just barely see the curve of Lu Han’s cheek and the start of his ear. His mouth met only the corner of Lu Han’s at first, sliding slowly over as Lu Han’s fingers on his side tightened almost to the point of pain.
He turned, and Lu Han’s arm slid around him, face to face on their pillows as he cupped Lu Han’s cheek.
In a few minutes, or an hour, or the next day, he was going to worry about what it meant for them in the group. How they’d hide it, what they’d do if it broke them. All he knew right then was that Lu Han was whispering his name, and holding him, and it was telling him that some things were worth taking chances for. They’d talk, and they’d work at it together.
He wondered how many times Lu Han had said his name just like that, and he’d pretended it was friendly. How many times Lu Han had smiled at him when he refused to look or believe.
If it was just fanservice, it couldn’t be scary or personal.
It also couldn’t be great.
He whooped, and Lu Han cawed in surprise and they nearly rolled right out of the bed as they wrestled. He had Lu Han pinned down, and he in no way felt like a kid wrestling a friend. No more tickles or struggles, just humming as Lu Han touched his hair and his hands spread out over Lu Han’s shoulders.
“The others are going to hate us because I’m never going to be able to stop touching you,” Lu Han teased.
It should’ve made him afraid and it instead made him smug even inside of his disbelief.
“I can pretend not to like it sometimes,” Minseok ventured, grinning against Lu Han’s mouth.
And he fell a little more to the sound of Lu Han’s laughter.
***
Prompt: Chanyeol/Suho - something that involves pets/puppies
***
Having a pet had brought Joonmyun a lot of things, but some of those had been a little unexpected. When Joonmyun got a dog, he wasn’t expecting it to be quite as much work as it was. Oh, sure, he’d prepared for the walks, and training the puppy not to pee everywhere in the apartment he was renting with two of his friends. Kyungsoo liked dogs and was fine with it, and Jongdae had just shrugged at him and grinned, so that was fine. If he was gone, he could bribe them into taking the little Pumpkin out for a walk. It worked.
But the main thing he hadn’t been anticipating when he’d gotten his little reddish fluffball of a pomeranian, had been the influx of people wanting to come see her. He had a bevy of cooing men in his apartment several nights a week, and Joonmyun was fairly positive they weren’t there to see any of the humans. It was good socialization, he reasoned, as Pumpkin was handed from lap to shoulder. He’d have put a stop to it if she’d started looking stressed, but she mostly looked blissed out, taking little treats and panting as her belly was rubbed.
One guy in particular, who was a friend of Kyungsoo’s by way of-
He didn’t know. He was a friend, was all that mattered. His name was Chanyeol, and the first time Joonmyun had seen him hold Pumpkin, Joonmyun had wondered if giving his heart to a dog and a guy was a two-for-one package. Chanyeol rumbled at the puppy in a voice too deep for his face, and his hands all but engulfed her, gently rubbing at her ears.
It made Joonmyun want to put his head in Chanyeol’s lap and have his ears scratched, too.
Though Joonmyun’s mind had stopped at “put his head in Chanyeol’s lap” and snerked a bit, but he supposed that was true in any way it could be taken. He’d put a lot more of himself than his head there, if he was honest about it.
“Who does Chanyeol come over to see? You or Pumpkin?” Kyungsoo asked one day, pushing his glasses up his nose and peering at Joonmyun.
“Pumpkin,” Joonmyun said obediently, because that was generally the case. “You should see him with her. He gets down on all fours with his butt waggling around in the air when she comes up to give him kisses.”
Though the last time Chanyeol had come by, he stayed longer than he usually did. He’d had a movie Joonmyun had been wanting to see, so it was easy to invite Chanyeol to stay. It was nice having another person around to feed, since he didn’t like just cooking for himself. They’d been sprawled over the couch, with Pumpkin wedged between their thighs, when Kyungsoo and Jongdae had gotten home. It’d been nice. He liked having people around.
“I wonder who he happened to ask about the movie he happened to have so you’d invite him to stay,” Kyungsoo said, his voice a bit wry. “You’re noticing his butt. That’s good.”
“That’s not what I said. I just said he plays- What are you- Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo smirked, which was not at all a nice expression. “If he happens to show up with another movie when Jongdae and I are out on Wednesday, I’m just saying.”
Well, Kyungsoo was wrong. Chanyeol didn’t show up with a movie. He showed up with a TV show. That was splitting hairs, and Joonmyun knew it. He should’ve been annoyed at having his alone time interrupted, but he couldn’t as he called in for takeout as Chanyeol grinned at him over an extra menu and told him horror stories about having the wrong food delivered.
He wondered how it would’ve been if they’d been strangers meeting in a dog park. Chanyeol with a dog, too, their pets playing together while they chattered, or flirted. Chanyeol would find the gate and make to open it until Joonmyun got there, and then block his path so they looked at each other. Really looked. Then maybe he’d have asked Chanyeol out for a cup of coffee.
They were a little beyond that. He could almost feel the awkward rising up in the back of his neck as he brought Pumpkin up onto the couch with them. At least she was a buffer, something to talk about when he had Chanyeol sitting right beside him.
“She’s so cute,” Chanyeol said, and it seemed like it was right next to his ear.
Pumpkin’s whole body shook with her tail, and Joonmyun could only agree with Chanyeol. She was cute. Chanyeol was, too. And his voice. And his hands. Maybe not cute, but-
“Hyung,” Chanyeol said, and his voice was so deep, and yet somehow soft on the word. It sent a shiver down Joonmyun’s spine as he turned his head. He met Chanyeol’s eyes, like at that imaginary gate, before looking to Chanyeol’s mouth. And for a moment, Joonmyun considered saying something. Making an excuse, a joke. Laughing awkwardly and getting a treat for Pumpkin would at least change things.
But so would staying there, and letting his eyes close as he drew in a steep breath. It was a breath he needed as Chanyeol’s lips pressed against his, earnest, a touch too hard. There were long fingers stretching against his jaw as he urged another kiss, feeling the soft, wide mouth give to his.
And then Pumpkin whined, pawing at his arm.
He inhaled again, petting between her silky ears. Before he forgot himself, squeezed her, he had to put her down.
“Go get your toy, baby. Go,” Joonmyun said, and his voice nearly broke as Chanyeol pressed a kiss to his neck.
But when he looked back, he could see the flush in Chanyeol’s face, right out to the tips of his ears, and some of his self-consciousness danced away.
“Where were we?” he joked, his thumb brushing Chanyeol’s lower lip.
Right there. Right there, where he wanted to be, with mingled excitement and incredulity of what was happening. Because guys didn’t just come to him and start kissing him. Normally he had to pine, and even then that didn’t guarantee anything but a few awkward dates.
He…
He actually preferred it, right where he was, with Chanyeol’s arm behind his neck, and the steady, slow press of Chanyeol back onto the cushions. Kiss by kiss and fumbling hands, until Chanyeol’s head was on the armrest and Joonmyun shuddered over him.
“Ooh,” he uttered, as his knee slipped and he rested a little harder than he intended on Chanyeol’s chest. But it wasn’t awkward. Chanyeol was slim, but sturdy, warm against him in a way that made him wonder what they would feel like skin to skin. Even as the back of his neck flushed, it was too early for that, even if they were making out on his couch.
“You’re not too heavy,” Chanyeol said, one of his hands sinking through Joonmyun’s hair. Maybe he thought that was what Joonmyun was worried about, or maybe he was inviting him to stay. It worked out the same in the end, and he kissed the edge of Chanyeol’s smile, the corners of his mouth and dip of his upper lip.
He didn’t even have to ask Chanyeol to hold him. The arm that tightened around his back was steadying, not a demand.
“We’re going to miss what’s happening,” he teased, and got a guffaw from Chanyeol that told him just how worried he was about missing what was on the TV.
He kissed Chanyeol again, as Chanyeol cupped his neck. The softest, teasing touches of Chanyeol’s tongue, and his fine, straight teeth.
On his list of expected outcomes of the night, making out with Chanyeol on his couch hadn’t even registered.
But their lips parted, wet and red, at the sound of a key in the lock. Maybe he should’ve taken them into the bedroom or-
He didn’t even have time to do more than shift, before the door was opening and Kyungsoo and Jongdae walked in.
Joonmyun wasn’t sure what strange smile was on his face as he looked up at them. Maybe sheepish. Maybe pleased.
“Hey Chanyeol,” Jongdae said, and Chanyeol waved, upside down.
“He’s just here to see the dog, huh?” Kyungsoo asked.
He should’ve had a good response for that, something flippant, jesting. As it was, he was a little distracted by Chanyeol’s hand rubbing the small of his back, and Pumpkin’s little whimpers until she got scooped up by Chanyeol’s other hand to sprawl on his chest.
“I think my dog likes you,” Joonmyun said, grinning as Chanyeol wriggled under him.
Chanyeol smiled, huge and blinding, looking at him all hopeful. “Just your dog?”
Joonmyun heard Jongdae groan as he passed the couch. He just waved them away, with better things to think of.
Protecting Pumpkin between them, he kissed Chanyeol as his answer.
***
Prompt: Chanyeol/Baekhyun - A Coffee shop where both Chanyeol and Baekhyun are regulars. Baekhyun notices Chanyeol as the guy who can't stop moving.
***
Baekhyun had a hard time settling on a favorite drink. It seemed like most of the people he knew had figured out what was their favorite, and what was their alternate. Some people never switched, and some people just decided arbitrarily on what looked good or was the special. Joonmyun was one who had very specific tastes. He liked cinnamon in any drink he got, and even carried a little container of it in case wherever he was was out of it, or didn’t have it.
The first time Baekhyun remembered, really remembered, seeing Park Chanyeol was when he was having a hazelnut and caramel mocha. Upon reflection and his friends pointing out his lapse in memory, he realized he’d seen Chanyeol in the coffee shop before. But the thing was, he hadn’t paid that much attention on seeing a curly mop and then going back to deciding what drink he was going to try. But that day, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the angle he was seated at, or the lighting through the window. Chanyeol’s hair was still curly, but it was darker according to good opinions. Baekhyun wasn’t drawn to his hair, though, but to his hands. Because they were moving.
So out of the corner of his eye he caught a thumb bouncing, or fingers twining, or shoulders shrugging, or a foot tapping. It almost looked like the guy was trying to be a one man band, like if he’d had cymbals or a drum, there would’ve been music above the trendy station playing from the corner.
The shop was decorated in shades of blue and cream, so the bright red converse dancing under the table were pretty noticeable. Maybe he noticed the size of Chanyeol’s hands then, too, and saw the glance of a smile.
So that was officially the first time he remembered. The second, he was trying something a little more normal, a vanilla latte, and sputtering as Jongdae told them about his long day in the lab. And he got sight of a different pair of shoes, green, and looked up only to see someone who looked kind of familiar. He didn’t realize he was staring until Jongdae turned, too, and then Baekhyun looked back immediately because he wasn’t going to be caught looking at some guy’s waggling butt as he leaned over the back of a booth to talk to some girls.
See, there. Girls. That was reason enough to put Chanyeol out of his mind.
***
At least until the next time, which was when he found out Chanyeol’s name, because Jongdae was friends with the barista and did a little eyebrow waggle that had Baekhyun leaning away from him.
“Are you into him?”
And Baekhyun just barely swallowed in time to keep from tacking on “too” to the end of it. And Jongdae gave him an amused look. Which, he supposed he deserved, because Jongdae had been dating Joonmyun since about two weeks after Baekhyun had met Joonmyun.
“Just curious.” And then almost under Jongdae’s breath, “Curious of your curiosity.”
Baekhyun bared his teeth in what might’ve been a smile, maybe a grimace, and very carefully kept his head turned so he couldn’t even remotely see Chanyeol.
“I wasn’t the one who suggested we come here.”
“I wasn’t the one undressing him with my eyes last week,” Jongdae said, and jumped down off his stool to get a coffee stirrer just in time to avoid Baekhyun’s jab.
It was only half true. Chanyeol had nice legs, even if they were rarely still, and that particular day he’d been wearing jeans that had nicely conformed, and he had nice arms, too. He’d just noticed because it was right in front of him, and there was a lot to notice. That was all. Mostly all.
***
When he finally ran into Chanyeol, and he did not mean that figuratively, he wasn’t drinking anything. It was just little old him, returning from a bathroom trip to meet up with Kyungsoo and their new addition Sehun, when a tornado slipped out in front of him. A human tornado. First it was an elbow to his chest, and then a collarbone to his face as he was reeled in and kept from - maybe, possibly staggering to the side a step if the truth were known - falling on his face.
“Sorry. Sorry, are you okay? I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?”
It seemed that hearing someone’s voice and laughter across the room was different when it was right up close and personal and breathing near his ear. The deep, embarrassed chuckle, the hands that were doing a hummingbird dance over his neck and shoulders. Baekhyun’s head craned back like he was some out-of-date animatronic, some dinosaur.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a pterodactyl screamed.
And then he realized he’d been asked a question, not asked to stare into increasingly widening eyes.
“Yeah. I’m fine! Just a bump.”
“Good. Good.”
He wasn’t even sure that was his voice or if he had real control over his limbs as he touched his face where Chanyeol’s bone structure had got him.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t known, but Chanyeol was tall. That was a newsflash to no one, but he hadn’t exactly seen anyone he knew by Chanyeol for reference much less had himself pressed up against him. Until right then.
“I’m glad I wasn’t carrying a drink or we’d have both been wearing it,” Baekhyun joked weakly, and got uproarious laughter as Chanyeol patted both his shoulders.
“No meeting should come with second degree burns,” Chanyeol agreed. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Baekhyun absolutely didn’t scuttle away after they nodded at each other and backed apart. It felt like it in his head, but in reality he just detoured to his right back to Kyungsoo and a barista he didn’t know that was giving him a curious eyeball he suspected was courtesy of Jongdae.
“He’s the guy, huh?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Guy? What guy?”
Ooh, Baekhyun was proud of himself. His voice didn’t even raise. He was smooth. Cool as a cucumber, and not one of his brain cells was imagining biting Chanyeol’s neck to see what kind of sound he’d make, like low, dark chocolate. Maybe a little rough on the edges.
“Have you talked to him much?” Kyungsoo said, giving his leg a sympathy pat. Well damn, apparently he was incredibly transparent, or people had big mouths. Joonmyun and Jongdae together were the concern and the chatting in one neat package.
“That was the first time,” Baekhyun said, and leaned over with a grin to ask for a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. He didn’t need anything else on his nerves.
Kyungsoo hummed. “You should’ve asked him if you could buy him a drink.”
As though Baekhyun wasn’t kicking himself for not doing that right then.
“He should’ve been buying me a drink. He nearly ran me over.”
“His buddy pushed him out, and seemed kind of amused. Maybe they’re teasing him about you, too.”
Baekhyun glared at Kyungsoo askance, and filled his mouth with a spoon of whipped cream just barely tinged with chocolate. That made things a lot better.
“It’s a coffee shop. That’s kind of cliche isn’t it?”
“Must mean it’s even more right,” Kyungsoo said airily.
Baekhyun just shoveled more whipped cream into his mouth.
***
Baekhyun didn’t go to the coffee shop on his way home just hoping to see Chanyeol. He wasn’t going to lie and say he hadn’t hoped, but that wasn’t his sole reason. Still, he took solid two steps into the door before stalling and wondering if his brain was playing tricks. But no, it wasn’t. There, beside the stool Baekhyun usually sat on, was Chanyeol. He knew, because Chanyeol was nearly bouncing as he sat, leaning across the counter to talk to the barista.
Baekhyun didn’t freeze entirely, walking forward. But his pace was a bit more leaden than usual. Chanyeol’s hair was shorter, glossy. It made his ears stick out a bit more but Baekhyun found that cute. He found the dropping of Chanyeol’s jaw and the immediate grin that followed cute also, and found his head ducking in almost shyness as he smiled back.
He hadn’t been sure if he was going to stay, if Chanyeol had been there. Though that was more like, he wasn’t sure if he’d have had a reason to stay.
“Is someone sitting here?” Baekhyun asked, pulling up at his usual seat.
Chanyeol’s mouth dropped open again, gesturing to the chair as if they were on a game show. “No! It’s free.”
Baekhyun’s heavy bag went down on the floor, leaning against the counter, and he boosted himself up on the stool.
The barista caught his eye and Baekhyun blanked on what he was going to order.
“What did you get?” he asked, having a brain wave as he stared at Chanyeol’s cup.
“Green tea latte with soy,” Chanyeol answered back, dutifully.
“I’ll get that,” he said, smiling at the barista and hoping that wasn’t too weird. “I’ve never tried that before.”
Among other things, like Chanyeol’s mouth.
“I saw Jongdae earlier,” Chanyeol said. “I, ah. I’d seen you with him. He said you were recovered from me running you over.”
Baekhyun hadn’t realized that Jongdae had gotten chummy with Chanyeol.
It began to smell like a setup.
“Did he suggest you sit here in case I came by, too?” Baekhyun asked, half wishing he’d gotten his drink to go in case he needed to flee and protect his reputation.
“No,” Chanyeol said immediately. “That was my idea.”
“Oh.” His face went hot and Chanyeol hadn’t looked away.
“You know what’s kind of weird?” Chanyeol asked.
“Hm?”
“I just called you the cute guy with the bright smile until today. Jongdae finally told me your name. Baekhyun. I should’ve asked you when I almost knocked you over.”
Baekhyun fumbled the napkin he’d been unfolding. “I- I knew your name. Jongdae asked, well. I don’t know. They told me I should’ve bought you a drink.”
“I should’ve bought you a drink!” Chanyeol protested. His lip was full of foam and Baekhyun laughed. “I’ll buy today. I’ve never knocked over a guy I was hoping to talk to before.”
Baekhyun accepted his cup. “Is that why you never stopped moving?”
“You noticed? That’s actually just…Me. It drives some people crazy.”
“Doesn’t drive me crazy,” Baekhyun told him. “I like it.
It made him want to stare, and it made him want to touch. So he sipped his drink instead, and liked that as well. He shot Chanyeol a smile, and they bumped mugs. That sounded wrong. But Baekhyun left with a smile and Chanyeol’s number, and a new appreciation for the cliche of the coffee shop romance.
***
Prompt: Kris/Baekhyun - light (or simply not too hard) domination/bondage
***
The blindfold was new, and Baekhyun liked it. It made him listen harder, fingers worrying the soft-lined cuffs he was bound with. They were not just for show, but held him securely. Kris understood. It made him shiver, as Kris secured him, a kiss pressed to both of Baekhyun’s palms, one after the other. Almost as though he were giving Baekhyun a promise, that he would be back to set him free.
But Kris would not have done it if Baekhyun did not trust him. Giving up control, part of it, wasn’t it about giving up his own pleasure, or giving in. In wanting Kris to bind him, Baekhyun also trusted Kris to do what Baekhyun wanted, too. It sent shivers of arousal down his body to feel himself bound. Not helpless, but offered.
He wondered if he would have wanted it, until Kris, until he had been on his back and begging Kris to fuck him harder - and Kris had grabbed his wrists and pinned them to keep him from touching himself. It hadn’t been rough, but Baekhyun’s whole body had bucked, electrified.
Kris had said Baekhyun’s name, afraid he was unhappy or having some kind of seizure. But all Baekhyun had been focused on then was finding friction against Kris’s stomach until moments later, he’d come all over them in a haze of moans.
Kris had been staring at him when he’d opened his eyes. “Wow.”
“Wow,” Baekhyun repeated.
And then he’d come again before Kris had, covered by Kris’s body and overwhelmed as Kris promised they could try binding him for real if he wanted.
He wanted.
It led them there, with him sweating on his back, wrists secured and eyes covered. It upped the ante, making him shiver delightedly as the bed dipped and he felt Kris’s weight between his legs. It wasn’t as though he had no shame left. The stares Kris leveled at him had his breath catching at times, making Baekhyun wonder if Kris could eat him up with simply a hungry look. Those were the stares that had him fluttering between the urge to cover himself, or to preen. Sometimes both. In Kris’s interest he found desire.
But when he was bound there were no options, he was bared for Kris to see - and he had learned to enjoy it. There something sensual in it, something exciting, coupled with the binding.
And the dark.
Baekhyun gasped at the touch of wet lips against his stomach, and in the puff of air against him he felt that Kris had been amused by it.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, breathless, not really expecting a reply, and not getting one.
Kris’s tongue dipped into his belly button, and he gurgled, cock twitching.
“Kris.”
Baekhyun wondered what it would have been like to be gagged as well. He didn’t think he’d have liked that as much. It wasn’t depriving him of his senses, but depriving him of his words, and that more than anything he knew turned Kris on.
“Kris, please. Aren’t you afraid I’ll think of someone else if I can’t see you?”
But Kris would not be goaded. Baekhyun hissed through his teeth as warm hands parted his thighs even wider. He knew by feel, by the way Kris’s weight shifted, by what Baekhyun wanted to happen, what Kris would do next.
“Yes,” he hissed, at the lips pressed against his balls. Kris lingered and veered side to die, drawing moans from him at heated breaths and teasing licks. Baekhyun half laughed, half moaned at the obscene sucking noises Kris was making - and was making him feel.
Loss of touch sent his hips up, desperate.
“Kris.”
The name fairly exploded from his lips as Kris pushed down on his stomach, kept him from moving in yet another way. Kris chuckled, the bastard, Baekhyun thought.
“Curse me out in your head all you want,” Kris said. “Looks like part of you wanted it.”
So much. So much.
It was torture to hear and feel the licks and sucking kisses Kris pressed along, beside his cock.
And then in three deliberate motions, Kris lifted him, slid down him, swallowed him.
“Oh fuck. Oh Kris. Oh fuck.”
It was not a hum, but a fog horn in Kris’s throat as reveled in Baekhyun’s reaction. There wasn’t friction, it wasn’t that. It was that he could picture Kris’s mouth stretched around him, could feel the heat and the caress of his tongue. And little by little, as Kris’s head lifted, it felt like Kris was trying to suck the come right out of him.
Kris teased. Or maybe, he did more than tease, it just wasn’t enough to get Baekhyun off and he was already aching for it. Kris’s tongue took increasingly tighter circles on the head of Baekhyun’s cock, making him squirm and want to thrust if not for the arm Kris had across his abdomen. His wrists strained against the cuffs, heels digging against the sheets as he fantasized about reaching down and holding Kris’s head so he could bury himself in it.
Kris’s hands, oh, his hands, stroked from Baekhyun’s knees, up his inner thighs until he could grip Baekhyun’s hips. He wondered how it would be. If he Kris would stay back, on his knees, taking Baekhyun so he could see it. Or if Kris would cover him until they raced almost as one person.
The side of his face against the sheet, his knees planted and hips raised, he waited. Once Kris had held him against the wall until he was shuddering, jerking him off until Baekhyun wouldn’t have cared if half the universe had tramped into the bedroom to watch him come. Or the night before, when he’d sank onto Kris and rode him until Kris had been putty beneath him. He loved it when Kris’s eyes went dark and focused, promising things Baekhyun knew he would enjoy.
And oh, he was.
Kris’s hands, Kris’s hands, stroked from Baekhyun’s knees, up his inner thighs until he could grip Baekhyun’s hips.
“You look gorgeous like this.”
Baekhyun bit his bottom lip to keep from saying if that was the case, Kris should fuck him. He thought that point was fairly obvious, the way he tilted his hips up in invitation. Gorgeous, Kris would murmur to him over dinner. In candlelight, in an alley, in their bed. All he had to do was look at the person who was saying that to him and be dazzled. It still brought heat into his cheeks, ironic as he was shamelessly begging Kris to take him.
The cool touch of lube had him tensing, Kris’s fingers too knowledgable by far, but the press of Kris’s cock had him relaxing. Kris knew what he liked - that he liked to feel his body stretching for Kris. If there was a little pain he could take it. They’d done it so often, so well, he knew what his body could handle. Sometimes he stared at Kris’s fingers and imagined the width of his cock. The way it softened. The way it grew. The way it sank deep, and left him ready.
He rocked his body back into Kris, unnerved by the stillness.
“Kris.”
He was not known for his patience, or Kris for his control. If he could just-
His moan was muffled by his knuckles against his mouth as Kris rolled their hips together. And Kris didn’t stop there. Maybe Baekhyun’s hands were free to brace himself, but that didn’t mean he was any less held, skin prickling as Kris’s chest pressed against his back.
“Baekhyun,” Kris murmured against his shoulder.
It was a question, and it was need. He smiled, knew Kris could see him.
“Please.”
Kris was breathing in his ear, in that place between pleasure and shivering, so close to his neck but never enough to make him shove away. Kris knew him almost better than he knew-
He ground down into Kris’s palm and groaned. Not too fast. He was so close, if he wasn’t careful, he’d have no chance of holding back. But it seemed Kris knew that, too. There was no waiting, no slowing. Kris had to feel the same urgency that was in him. He’d been the one seeing Baekhyun spread for him, and sucking him hard. Kris engulfed him, and Baekhyun burned. He was the one taking the intensity of Kris’s thrusts. He was the one whose hard cock was rubbing against Kris’s fingers.
“Kris.”
“You want me to let you get off by yourself again?
Baekhyun’s fists tightened at the low promise in Kris’s voice. “Please. Please don’t stop touching me. Please.”
“I won’t,” Kris promised. And took him to the edge.
He could almost feel Kris’s moans, energy gathering to the shudders of their bodies, the way the bed moved underneath them.
Kris’s hand stroked him faster, faster than their hips were meeting, and his cry was strangled as his brain tried to do too many things at once.
“Come,” Kris panted against his face.
And Baekhyun was helpless to do anything but.
He came against the sheets to the stroking of Kris’s fingers, the desperation of the fuck. He was still straining for breath, lost in pleasure, when Kris tensed above him, came inside him. He was being rocked into the bed with Kris above him, and his moans were more like sighs as he smiled. The only thing better than getting to come was listening to Kris as he did, knowing the part he’d played in that.
“Smug,” Kris said, but it wasn’t an admonishment as he kissed the back of Baekhyun’s shoulder and moved off of him.
“A little,” Baekhyun agreed, swiping hair back off of his sweaty forehead and admiring Kris’s chest.
His legs felt like he’d been through some exotic exercise program as he stretched out beside Kris. Kris didn’t just put an arm around him and go to sleep. No, Kris cupped the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was wildly sentimental, but he had the errant thought that that might’ve been the best part.
“Too much?” Kris asked him.
Baekhyun smiled. Never.
***
Prompt: I thoroughly enjoyed your story where Kai and jongin are twins that share sehun. can you write another installment full of smut, maybe have sehun ride one of them…
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To Kai and Jongin’s parents, Sehun was just Kai’s boyfriend. To Sehun’s parents, Kai and Jongin were just his friends. That spoke volumes about their two families, he supposed. Though, at least in the twins having each other, their parents would have had little choice but to accept the choices one or the other made. It was either that, or lose both their sons. Sehun didn’t even bother. He was old enough that he knew that when he graduated college, he could do whatever he wanted.
Until then, he had two boyfriends on the sly.
Two times the lips to kiss, and two times the hands touching him. Three, if he counted his own, but he rarely had to resort to that. There were no rules, which was kind of weird when he thought about it. Aside from the timing, the sharing when they were all together, Kai had dragged him home alone, and he’d had Jongin alone in his room.
“You don’t get jealous?” he’d asked Kai once, Kai draped over the edge of the bed and pinned under him. Kai, his moans gorgeous and muffled into the bend of his elbow.
“You love..us both?” Kai gasped out.
“I do,” Sehun said, the words hot against Kai’s neck.
That was it then. They knew he loved them. It was impossible not to love them. Jongin’s proneness to being startled and Kai’s occasional shyness. Sweet smiles, soft touches. Identical and distinct and wanted. They didn’t wear him out, didn’t come close to it. All they had to do was get through college and then…
Jongin was under him on the bed, looking so pleased with himself with his erection curving up toward his belly, hard and wet from Sehun’s mouth. The whole time he’d been sucking, licking, kissing, he’d had Kai kneeling behind him, fucking him with slick fingers and doing his best to distract Sehun from what he was doing. And it wasn’t like Sehun didn’t know, or that Jongin was displeased, because Sehun had looked up to see Jongin trading amused looks with his brother as Sehun moaned and arched his back.
“I think you’re ready for something bigger,” Kai teased.
“He’s gotten something bigger ready for him,” Jongin teased, wiggling his hips.
“Now?” Kai whispered in his ear, making him shudder.
Yes. Right then. While Jongin was still hard, still ready to press into him. And he was, with Kai supporting Sehun as Sehun sank onto Jongin. Jongin’s fingertips were tracing his knees and Kai was making soft little sounds. And he gasped as Kai’s fingers touched where he was stretched around Jongin, and his words were more for Jongin than they were for Sehun.
“You know what would make this really even? If we were both inside him. It’s possible, you know.”
“You are your porn watching habits,” Jongin ground out as he tried to lift his hips.
Sehun was pretty sure a buzz went through his body even at the thought. One man in him was good. Two seemed improbable. Two also seemed really hot, even just the thought of it. Kai behind him sliding in, Jongin in counterpoint. Never really slowing down, never without movement. As long as it didn’t hurt, maybe- But his mouth had different plans, because he loved to poke at Kai.
“You can both be inside me at one time. I have a mouth, too,” he teased.
“I don’t want to stare at Kai’s butt while you’re riding me,” Jongin cut in.
“Not now,” Kai said, as Sehun laughed.
“Besides you’re heavy on my legs,” Jongin said.
“Heavy,” Kai muttered darkly. “He just wishes he could touch you.”
And to prove his point, both of Kai’s hands spread over Sehun’s stomach. Together, they moved him, and he took Jongin in him just how he liked. Jongin, alternately focused and blissed, let their fingers tangled together. He wanted to kiss Jongin, kiss up his neck and grip his hair. At the same time, Kai was licking under his ear, running his hands all over.
It felt like he was being fucked from behind as well, with Kai rubbing against his back, leaning into him and kissing his neck and shoulders. There was the hand stroking him, and Sehun shuddered. His eyes were on Jongin’s face, Jongin who was watching him rise and fall on him. Sehun licked his lip and Jongin watched that as well, mirroring him. His thighs were crying, his breath short, and Kai growled into his neck.
“Is there something else you want?”
Sehun panted, a sharp sound leaving his throat as Kai squeezed him.
“Okay? I can fuck you, too.”
Jongin’s eyebrows rose in interest. They’d done that before, with Kai and Jongin at either end and Sehun sandwiched between them.
“Let’s give him what he wants,” Jongin said.
He felt empty as Jongin slid out of him, but not for long. They twisted, turned, until Kai was on his knees in front of Sehun, and Jongin behind him. It let him slick Kai with his fingers, even as Jongin pressed back into him. He was slow, easy, because anything else meant possibly hurting his brother in the process if Sehun were to lose his balance. But once stable, once Sehun pulled back Kai’s hips and pulled Kai onto his erection, Jongin could move. It was like being caught between two forces. Jongin pressing into him, pressing him forward, and Kai moving back into him. Each of Jongin’s thrusts pushed him into Kai, and Kai pressed him back into Jongin.
There was no relief, no relenting of sensations as he fucked, was fucked. His hands were tight on Kai’s hips to try and steady himself, to keep from pushing Kai flat as Jongin found a rhythm that made him moan into the back of Sehun’s neck.
“Jongin, lay off,” Kai grunted, getting battered forward as Sehun pressed over his back.
“What, you can’t take it, bro?” Jongin sucked in a breath. “You don’t hear me whining when you’re banging him into me.”
And Kai gurgled as Sehun learned over him further, changing the angle, changing everything.
Kai was hot, burning against his skin, and gorgeous, moaning for him, tight around him. He saw Kai’s arm moving, jerking himself off as Sehun moved in him, and moaned again as Jongin slid deep. They stunk of sweat, of sex, moans tangling in the air.
“Coming,” Jongin said, the sound unnecessary because Sehun knew. “Sehun.”
Sehun shuddered as Jongin’s arm squeezed him as he came in Sehun, hips bumping together.
And Sehun wondered if there wasn’t some connection, at Kai’s short, sharp cry as Kai came as well. They were twins, after all.
Jongin squeezed him, breathing into his neck and whispering filthy things, staying inside Sehun and urging him into Kai until Sehun was coming as well, the last falling on Kai’s back as he gulped for air and leaned back into Jongin’s chest.
He kissed Kai, sweet and slow, and felt Jongin press against his back. Two kisses, and hugs, and different senses of humor, and interests. Sometimes he looked between them, wondering how anyone expected him to choose.
And he was glad he didn’t have to.
***
Pairings: Lu Han/Xiumin, Chanyeol/Suho, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut
Warnings for: sexual situations
Summary: Four ficlets: Lu Han/Xiumin - fanservice, Chanyeol/Suho - puppies, Chanyeol/Baekhyun - coffeeshop!AU, Kris/Baekhyun - bondage (NC-17), Sehun/Jongin+Kai - twins (NC-17)
Prompt: Lu Han/Xiumin - started with fanservice and then they begin to fall in love somewhere along the way in which minseok convinces himself that everything is fanservice while luhan tries to convince minseok that it is not just a mere fanservice.
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Lu Han was a conundrum of angelic smiles. At least, in public he was. The little deer with his coy glances and bashful smiles, and uncontrollable, very visible laughter. He teased, and he touched, and to many looked like the sweetest of them all. Sometimes, it seemed they missed his masculine energy behind that, his arms, the lines of his body. They hadn’t seen him before, never short on hair Lu Han, before he’d looked like a slightly precocious five-year-old sitting with the grown ups. And Minseok couldn’t talk, since it seemed many people took him for the youngest and didn’t really believe them - especially when he was standing next to Zitao and his cute little smirk.
He was their little steamed bun. Sometimes he had dreams where little buns chased him around shouting “Baozi!” in Lu Han’s voice. It was a point to remember him by. He made everything cute, Lu Han said, sprawled half on, half off the couch in a pair of raggedy pajama bottoms.
He tried to ignore when Lu Han would whisper information to him, too close for comfort to anyone really and his lips brushing Minseok’s ear. They said immersion was the best way to learn. But the Mandarin flying around them had him and Jongdae both looking around as people laughed and they had no idea why. Sometimes he laughed because Lu Han laughed, because everyone did.
Sometimes he laughed because Lu Han’s arm was around his shoulder, too close, too warm, and that was the only thing to do when he was trying not to focus.
He made the mistake of looking, just once. Once was all it took. Something else in Lu Han’s eyes that had his heart leaping.
And when Lu Han had fallen asleep against him in the van. And when he tried to feed Minseok at the restaurant. And when they sat together in the living area of their apartment and just talked until they were exhausted the next day, crabby, but happy.
They were born not much more than a month apart, a country apart. It made them the same. There were no years to separate them. And slowly, no language either. Minseok fell in love with the music first, and then with the fans, and the lights, and the thunder of the stage under their feet. He fell for Lu Han’s laughter, his wit, the way his bottom lip looked bitten. The time on the stage, in interviews, in preparation, in downtime, blurred. The Lu Han who teased him on set, and the one who teased him at dinner. Sharing lightning-fast showers, and bleary stares as they settled onto another plane. He rested his head on Lu Han’s shoulder, more by accident than design. As he fell asleep, he wondered if he imagined lips pressing against his hairline.
It became like a tease, the flirting. Like an act almost, an act that had him grinning, trying not to blush with Lu Han far too close. He found what he could take, he could give, Lu Han laughing back at him.
They walked a terrible line, trying to keep remembering what was act and what was- Something else. He thought of them as a they, but assumed it was only him.
When they were alone, Lu Han rolled over on the floor of their dorm, putting himself nearly nose to nose with Minseok. Despite himself, his eyes went wider, breath catching as Lu Han stared back at him. He was still, unable to move, or breathe. His brain raced, searching for a joke, something to say or do.
Instinct had his eyes closing after a moment. If he couldn’t see it, it wasn’t real. Maybe Lu Han would think he was-
Sleeping or-
Lu Han’s palm ghosted his cheek, and Minseok inhaled - the faint hint of sweat and Lu Han’s breath.
He wondered if his mind conjured it, or if his stillness urged it, or if he was imagining the touch to his mouth. All it took was picturing Lu Han’s lips, and he was moving forward. Or he would have, had Lu Han not pressed back into him as soon as he tried.
But as a shudder went through him, he turned his head and gasped as he realized what had happened.
And when he stared at the ceiling instead of at Lu Han, and it seemed the safer choice. He could still feel Lu Han’s mouth on his, and his heart was beating too fast, and he wasn’t sure he could feel his hands. Lu Han loved to tease him. Lu Han loved to touch him. Loved to make him react. Loved it when Lu Han was just sitting there, smiling at him. The Lu Han smile, not the precious little deer smile.
“Probably should save that for the stage,” Minseok said, feeling like his voice was shakier than he would have liked.
“I wouldn’t do that on the stage,” Lu Han said, laughing down at him. As though he were calling Minseok silly.
There were fans who might like it if he did. But there was reserve in Lu Han, too, like he’d asked a question and hadn’t gotten the answer he wanted.
***
They all knew about fanservice. There was an art to it. Well-used, it could only help out their careers, make their fans happy. Too forced, and it ended up weird, but there was a danger of going too far with it, too.
“Any plans when we get back to the hotel?” Lu Han asked, pressed up against Minseok’s side in the van.
He shook his head.
Showering, for sure. Lu Han had claimed him as his roommate for the hotel, so at least there was only one other person to fight for it. It wasn’t like the last award ceremony, when he’d been forced to sit half-hard after Lu Han grabbed his ass trying to get him to move. That wasn’t fanservice, just touching, and it wasn’t touching he needed to read into.
Natural. Between friends. Not like Lu Han’s touches on stage, smiles, and the way his eyes lingered.
Why couldn’t he have fallen for Jongdae? Jongdae would have listened patiently, laughed, hugged him, and suggested they get something to eat. He would’ve made him feel comfortable.
All Minseok wanted was-
Lu Han’s breath on his neck, their hips pressed side by side as they watched a movie on Minseok’s bed. Minseok’s, not Lu Han’s. He teased, though, every time, as though he would just flop onto Lu Han’s bed. The narrowed eyes always had him laughing and going where he knew he belonged.
He belonged where he was, beside Lu Han, laughing with him.
And in the dark, when he jolted as Lu Han slid under the covers beside him.
“Minseok.”
His name, Lu Han’s voice. It was like a number of his fantasies come to life, and like so many fantasies there was fear embedded in it. He could not pretend to be asleep, his face hot in the dark as Lu Han’s fingers ringed his wrist. He wondered what Lu Han wanted, what he was thinking. Just because his mind went wild, didn’t mean that Lu Han’s did. He might only want to talk about problems, or schedules, or have a funny story to tell.
But he wasn’t sure why Lu Han said his name quite that way.
“Why’d you let me kiss you?” Lu Han asked.
And Minseok’s heart bumped around.
“Because…” That wasn’t an answer. He knew it wasn’t. Lu Han knew it wasn’t. And something he’d been hiding inside tumbled out. “It’s hard to tell apart what’s for fans, and what’s not. When you-“
Too much. That was saying too much.”
Lu Han’s hand slid under Minseok’s shirt, skin to skin against his side and Minseok had to force himself not to tense up.
“I like touching you. Who else can see us now?”
Minseok breathed. “No one.”
“So I must be touching you because…”
So many reasons. So many, and he knew the one he wanted to be true.
“You want to?”
He could actually feel Lu Han’s smile.
“It took me a while to figure out what you meant last time. I thought you wanted me to stop.”
Minseok turned his head, could just barely see the curve of Lu Han’s cheek and the start of his ear. His mouth met only the corner of Lu Han’s at first, sliding slowly over as Lu Han’s fingers on his side tightened almost to the point of pain.
He turned, and Lu Han’s arm slid around him, face to face on their pillows as he cupped Lu Han’s cheek.
In a few minutes, or an hour, or the next day, he was going to worry about what it meant for them in the group. How they’d hide it, what they’d do if it broke them. All he knew right then was that Lu Han was whispering his name, and holding him, and it was telling him that some things were worth taking chances for. They’d talk, and they’d work at it together.
He wondered how many times Lu Han had said his name just like that, and he’d pretended it was friendly. How many times Lu Han had smiled at him when he refused to look or believe.
If it was just fanservice, it couldn’t be scary or personal.
It also couldn’t be great.
He whooped, and Lu Han cawed in surprise and they nearly rolled right out of the bed as they wrestled. He had Lu Han pinned down, and he in no way felt like a kid wrestling a friend. No more tickles or struggles, just humming as Lu Han touched his hair and his hands spread out over Lu Han’s shoulders.
“The others are going to hate us because I’m never going to be able to stop touching you,” Lu Han teased.
It should’ve made him afraid and it instead made him smug even inside of his disbelief.
“I can pretend not to like it sometimes,” Minseok ventured, grinning against Lu Han’s mouth.
And he fell a little more to the sound of Lu Han’s laughter.
***
Prompt: Chanyeol/Suho - something that involves pets/puppies
***
Having a pet had brought Joonmyun a lot of things, but some of those had been a little unexpected. When Joonmyun got a dog, he wasn’t expecting it to be quite as much work as it was. Oh, sure, he’d prepared for the walks, and training the puppy not to pee everywhere in the apartment he was renting with two of his friends. Kyungsoo liked dogs and was fine with it, and Jongdae had just shrugged at him and grinned, so that was fine. If he was gone, he could bribe them into taking the little Pumpkin out for a walk. It worked.
But the main thing he hadn’t been anticipating when he’d gotten his little reddish fluffball of a pomeranian, had been the influx of people wanting to come see her. He had a bevy of cooing men in his apartment several nights a week, and Joonmyun was fairly positive they weren’t there to see any of the humans. It was good socialization, he reasoned, as Pumpkin was handed from lap to shoulder. He’d have put a stop to it if she’d started looking stressed, but she mostly looked blissed out, taking little treats and panting as her belly was rubbed.
One guy in particular, who was a friend of Kyungsoo’s by way of-
He didn’t know. He was a friend, was all that mattered. His name was Chanyeol, and the first time Joonmyun had seen him hold Pumpkin, Joonmyun had wondered if giving his heart to a dog and a guy was a two-for-one package. Chanyeol rumbled at the puppy in a voice too deep for his face, and his hands all but engulfed her, gently rubbing at her ears.
It made Joonmyun want to put his head in Chanyeol’s lap and have his ears scratched, too.
Though Joonmyun’s mind had stopped at “put his head in Chanyeol’s lap” and snerked a bit, but he supposed that was true in any way it could be taken. He’d put a lot more of himself than his head there, if he was honest about it.
“Who does Chanyeol come over to see? You or Pumpkin?” Kyungsoo asked one day, pushing his glasses up his nose and peering at Joonmyun.
“Pumpkin,” Joonmyun said obediently, because that was generally the case. “You should see him with her. He gets down on all fours with his butt waggling around in the air when she comes up to give him kisses.”
Though the last time Chanyeol had come by, he stayed longer than he usually did. He’d had a movie Joonmyun had been wanting to see, so it was easy to invite Chanyeol to stay. It was nice having another person around to feed, since he didn’t like just cooking for himself. They’d been sprawled over the couch, with Pumpkin wedged between their thighs, when Kyungsoo and Jongdae had gotten home. It’d been nice. He liked having people around.
“I wonder who he happened to ask about the movie he happened to have so you’d invite him to stay,” Kyungsoo said, his voice a bit wry. “You’re noticing his butt. That’s good.”
“That’s not what I said. I just said he plays- What are you- Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo smirked, which was not at all a nice expression. “If he happens to show up with another movie when Jongdae and I are out on Wednesday, I’m just saying.”
Well, Kyungsoo was wrong. Chanyeol didn’t show up with a movie. He showed up with a TV show. That was splitting hairs, and Joonmyun knew it. He should’ve been annoyed at having his alone time interrupted, but he couldn’t as he called in for takeout as Chanyeol grinned at him over an extra menu and told him horror stories about having the wrong food delivered.
He wondered how it would’ve been if they’d been strangers meeting in a dog park. Chanyeol with a dog, too, their pets playing together while they chattered, or flirted. Chanyeol would find the gate and make to open it until Joonmyun got there, and then block his path so they looked at each other. Really looked. Then maybe he’d have asked Chanyeol out for a cup of coffee.
They were a little beyond that. He could almost feel the awkward rising up in the back of his neck as he brought Pumpkin up onto the couch with them. At least she was a buffer, something to talk about when he had Chanyeol sitting right beside him.
“She’s so cute,” Chanyeol said, and it seemed like it was right next to his ear.
Pumpkin’s whole body shook with her tail, and Joonmyun could only agree with Chanyeol. She was cute. Chanyeol was, too. And his voice. And his hands. Maybe not cute, but-
“Hyung,” Chanyeol said, and his voice was so deep, and yet somehow soft on the word. It sent a shiver down Joonmyun’s spine as he turned his head. He met Chanyeol’s eyes, like at that imaginary gate, before looking to Chanyeol’s mouth. And for a moment, Joonmyun considered saying something. Making an excuse, a joke. Laughing awkwardly and getting a treat for Pumpkin would at least change things.
But so would staying there, and letting his eyes close as he drew in a steep breath. It was a breath he needed as Chanyeol’s lips pressed against his, earnest, a touch too hard. There were long fingers stretching against his jaw as he urged another kiss, feeling the soft, wide mouth give to his.
And then Pumpkin whined, pawing at his arm.
He inhaled again, petting between her silky ears. Before he forgot himself, squeezed her, he had to put her down.
“Go get your toy, baby. Go,” Joonmyun said, and his voice nearly broke as Chanyeol pressed a kiss to his neck.
But when he looked back, he could see the flush in Chanyeol’s face, right out to the tips of his ears, and some of his self-consciousness danced away.
“Where were we?” he joked, his thumb brushing Chanyeol’s lower lip.
Right there. Right there, where he wanted to be, with mingled excitement and incredulity of what was happening. Because guys didn’t just come to him and start kissing him. Normally he had to pine, and even then that didn’t guarantee anything but a few awkward dates.
He…
He actually preferred it, right where he was, with Chanyeol’s arm behind his neck, and the steady, slow press of Chanyeol back onto the cushions. Kiss by kiss and fumbling hands, until Chanyeol’s head was on the armrest and Joonmyun shuddered over him.
“Ooh,” he uttered, as his knee slipped and he rested a little harder than he intended on Chanyeol’s chest. But it wasn’t awkward. Chanyeol was slim, but sturdy, warm against him in a way that made him wonder what they would feel like skin to skin. Even as the back of his neck flushed, it was too early for that, even if they were making out on his couch.
“You’re not too heavy,” Chanyeol said, one of his hands sinking through Joonmyun’s hair. Maybe he thought that was what Joonmyun was worried about, or maybe he was inviting him to stay. It worked out the same in the end, and he kissed the edge of Chanyeol’s smile, the corners of his mouth and dip of his upper lip.
He didn’t even have to ask Chanyeol to hold him. The arm that tightened around his back was steadying, not a demand.
“We’re going to miss what’s happening,” he teased, and got a guffaw from Chanyeol that told him just how worried he was about missing what was on the TV.
He kissed Chanyeol again, as Chanyeol cupped his neck. The softest, teasing touches of Chanyeol’s tongue, and his fine, straight teeth.
On his list of expected outcomes of the night, making out with Chanyeol on his couch hadn’t even registered.
But their lips parted, wet and red, at the sound of a key in the lock. Maybe he should’ve taken them into the bedroom or-
He didn’t even have time to do more than shift, before the door was opening and Kyungsoo and Jongdae walked in.
Joonmyun wasn’t sure what strange smile was on his face as he looked up at them. Maybe sheepish. Maybe pleased.
“Hey Chanyeol,” Jongdae said, and Chanyeol waved, upside down.
“He’s just here to see the dog, huh?” Kyungsoo asked.
He should’ve had a good response for that, something flippant, jesting. As it was, he was a little distracted by Chanyeol’s hand rubbing the small of his back, and Pumpkin’s little whimpers until she got scooped up by Chanyeol’s other hand to sprawl on his chest.
“I think my dog likes you,” Joonmyun said, grinning as Chanyeol wriggled under him.
Chanyeol smiled, huge and blinding, looking at him all hopeful. “Just your dog?”
Joonmyun heard Jongdae groan as he passed the couch. He just waved them away, with better things to think of.
Protecting Pumpkin between them, he kissed Chanyeol as his answer.
***
Prompt: Chanyeol/Baekhyun - A Coffee shop where both Chanyeol and Baekhyun are regulars. Baekhyun notices Chanyeol as the guy who can't stop moving.
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Baekhyun had a hard time settling on a favorite drink. It seemed like most of the people he knew had figured out what was their favorite, and what was their alternate. Some people never switched, and some people just decided arbitrarily on what looked good or was the special. Joonmyun was one who had very specific tastes. He liked cinnamon in any drink he got, and even carried a little container of it in case wherever he was was out of it, or didn’t have it.
The first time Baekhyun remembered, really remembered, seeing Park Chanyeol was when he was having a hazelnut and caramel mocha. Upon reflection and his friends pointing out his lapse in memory, he realized he’d seen Chanyeol in the coffee shop before. But the thing was, he hadn’t paid that much attention on seeing a curly mop and then going back to deciding what drink he was going to try. But that day, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the angle he was seated at, or the lighting through the window. Chanyeol’s hair was still curly, but it was darker according to good opinions. Baekhyun wasn’t drawn to his hair, though, but to his hands. Because they were moving.
So out of the corner of his eye he caught a thumb bouncing, or fingers twining, or shoulders shrugging, or a foot tapping. It almost looked like the guy was trying to be a one man band, like if he’d had cymbals or a drum, there would’ve been music above the trendy station playing from the corner.
The shop was decorated in shades of blue and cream, so the bright red converse dancing under the table were pretty noticeable. Maybe he noticed the size of Chanyeol’s hands then, too, and saw the glance of a smile.
So that was officially the first time he remembered. The second, he was trying something a little more normal, a vanilla latte, and sputtering as Jongdae told them about his long day in the lab. And he got sight of a different pair of shoes, green, and looked up only to see someone who looked kind of familiar. He didn’t realize he was staring until Jongdae turned, too, and then Baekhyun looked back immediately because he wasn’t going to be caught looking at some guy’s waggling butt as he leaned over the back of a booth to talk to some girls.
See, there. Girls. That was reason enough to put Chanyeol out of his mind.
***
At least until the next time, which was when he found out Chanyeol’s name, because Jongdae was friends with the barista and did a little eyebrow waggle that had Baekhyun leaning away from him.
“Are you into him?”
And Baekhyun just barely swallowed in time to keep from tacking on “too” to the end of it. And Jongdae gave him an amused look. Which, he supposed he deserved, because Jongdae had been dating Joonmyun since about two weeks after Baekhyun had met Joonmyun.
“Just curious.” And then almost under Jongdae’s breath, “Curious of your curiosity.”
Baekhyun bared his teeth in what might’ve been a smile, maybe a grimace, and very carefully kept his head turned so he couldn’t even remotely see Chanyeol.
“I wasn’t the one who suggested we come here.”
“I wasn’t the one undressing him with my eyes last week,” Jongdae said, and jumped down off his stool to get a coffee stirrer just in time to avoid Baekhyun’s jab.
It was only half true. Chanyeol had nice legs, even if they were rarely still, and that particular day he’d been wearing jeans that had nicely conformed, and he had nice arms, too. He’d just noticed because it was right in front of him, and there was a lot to notice. That was all. Mostly all.
***
When he finally ran into Chanyeol, and he did not mean that figuratively, he wasn’t drinking anything. It was just little old him, returning from a bathroom trip to meet up with Kyungsoo and their new addition Sehun, when a tornado slipped out in front of him. A human tornado. First it was an elbow to his chest, and then a collarbone to his face as he was reeled in and kept from - maybe, possibly staggering to the side a step if the truth were known - falling on his face.
“Sorry. Sorry, are you okay? I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?”
It seemed that hearing someone’s voice and laughter across the room was different when it was right up close and personal and breathing near his ear. The deep, embarrassed chuckle, the hands that were doing a hummingbird dance over his neck and shoulders. Baekhyun’s head craned back like he was some out-of-date animatronic, some dinosaur.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a pterodactyl screamed.
And then he realized he’d been asked a question, not asked to stare into increasingly widening eyes.
“Yeah. I’m fine! Just a bump.”
“Good. Good.”
He wasn’t even sure that was his voice or if he had real control over his limbs as he touched his face where Chanyeol’s bone structure had got him.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t known, but Chanyeol was tall. That was a newsflash to no one, but he hadn’t exactly seen anyone he knew by Chanyeol for reference much less had himself pressed up against him. Until right then.
“I’m glad I wasn’t carrying a drink or we’d have both been wearing it,” Baekhyun joked weakly, and got uproarious laughter as Chanyeol patted both his shoulders.
“No meeting should come with second degree burns,” Chanyeol agreed. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Baekhyun absolutely didn’t scuttle away after they nodded at each other and backed apart. It felt like it in his head, but in reality he just detoured to his right back to Kyungsoo and a barista he didn’t know that was giving him a curious eyeball he suspected was courtesy of Jongdae.
“He’s the guy, huh?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Guy? What guy?”
Ooh, Baekhyun was proud of himself. His voice didn’t even raise. He was smooth. Cool as a cucumber, and not one of his brain cells was imagining biting Chanyeol’s neck to see what kind of sound he’d make, like low, dark chocolate. Maybe a little rough on the edges.
“Have you talked to him much?” Kyungsoo said, giving his leg a sympathy pat. Well damn, apparently he was incredibly transparent, or people had big mouths. Joonmyun and Jongdae together were the concern and the chatting in one neat package.
“That was the first time,” Baekhyun said, and leaned over with a grin to ask for a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. He didn’t need anything else on his nerves.
Kyungsoo hummed. “You should’ve asked him if you could buy him a drink.”
As though Baekhyun wasn’t kicking himself for not doing that right then.
“He should’ve been buying me a drink. He nearly ran me over.”
“His buddy pushed him out, and seemed kind of amused. Maybe they’re teasing him about you, too.”
Baekhyun glared at Kyungsoo askance, and filled his mouth with a spoon of whipped cream just barely tinged with chocolate. That made things a lot better.
“It’s a coffee shop. That’s kind of cliche isn’t it?”
“Must mean it’s even more right,” Kyungsoo said airily.
Baekhyun just shoveled more whipped cream into his mouth.
***
Baekhyun didn’t go to the coffee shop on his way home just hoping to see Chanyeol. He wasn’t going to lie and say he hadn’t hoped, but that wasn’t his sole reason. Still, he took solid two steps into the door before stalling and wondering if his brain was playing tricks. But no, it wasn’t. There, beside the stool Baekhyun usually sat on, was Chanyeol. He knew, because Chanyeol was nearly bouncing as he sat, leaning across the counter to talk to the barista.
Baekhyun didn’t freeze entirely, walking forward. But his pace was a bit more leaden than usual. Chanyeol’s hair was shorter, glossy. It made his ears stick out a bit more but Baekhyun found that cute. He found the dropping of Chanyeol’s jaw and the immediate grin that followed cute also, and found his head ducking in almost shyness as he smiled back.
He hadn’t been sure if he was going to stay, if Chanyeol had been there. Though that was more like, he wasn’t sure if he’d have had a reason to stay.
“Is someone sitting here?” Baekhyun asked, pulling up at his usual seat.
Chanyeol’s mouth dropped open again, gesturing to the chair as if they were on a game show. “No! It’s free.”
Baekhyun’s heavy bag went down on the floor, leaning against the counter, and he boosted himself up on the stool.
The barista caught his eye and Baekhyun blanked on what he was going to order.
“What did you get?” he asked, having a brain wave as he stared at Chanyeol’s cup.
“Green tea latte with soy,” Chanyeol answered back, dutifully.
“I’ll get that,” he said, smiling at the barista and hoping that wasn’t too weird. “I’ve never tried that before.”
Among other things, like Chanyeol’s mouth.
“I saw Jongdae earlier,” Chanyeol said. “I, ah. I’d seen you with him. He said you were recovered from me running you over.”
Baekhyun hadn’t realized that Jongdae had gotten chummy with Chanyeol.
It began to smell like a setup.
“Did he suggest you sit here in case I came by, too?” Baekhyun asked, half wishing he’d gotten his drink to go in case he needed to flee and protect his reputation.
“No,” Chanyeol said immediately. “That was my idea.”
“Oh.” His face went hot and Chanyeol hadn’t looked away.
“You know what’s kind of weird?” Chanyeol asked.
“Hm?”
“I just called you the cute guy with the bright smile until today. Jongdae finally told me your name. Baekhyun. I should’ve asked you when I almost knocked you over.”
Baekhyun fumbled the napkin he’d been unfolding. “I- I knew your name. Jongdae asked, well. I don’t know. They told me I should’ve bought you a drink.”
“I should’ve bought you a drink!” Chanyeol protested. His lip was full of foam and Baekhyun laughed. “I’ll buy today. I’ve never knocked over a guy I was hoping to talk to before.”
Baekhyun accepted his cup. “Is that why you never stopped moving?”
“You noticed? That’s actually just…Me. It drives some people crazy.”
“Doesn’t drive me crazy,” Baekhyun told him. “I like it.
It made him want to stare, and it made him want to touch. So he sipped his drink instead, and liked that as well. He shot Chanyeol a smile, and they bumped mugs. That sounded wrong. But Baekhyun left with a smile and Chanyeol’s number, and a new appreciation for the cliche of the coffee shop romance.
***
Prompt: Kris/Baekhyun - light (or simply not too hard) domination/bondage
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The blindfold was new, and Baekhyun liked it. It made him listen harder, fingers worrying the soft-lined cuffs he was bound with. They were not just for show, but held him securely. Kris understood. It made him shiver, as Kris secured him, a kiss pressed to both of Baekhyun’s palms, one after the other. Almost as though he were giving Baekhyun a promise, that he would be back to set him free.
But Kris would not have done it if Baekhyun did not trust him. Giving up control, part of it, wasn’t it about giving up his own pleasure, or giving in. In wanting Kris to bind him, Baekhyun also trusted Kris to do what Baekhyun wanted, too. It sent shivers of arousal down his body to feel himself bound. Not helpless, but offered.
He wondered if he would have wanted it, until Kris, until he had been on his back and begging Kris to fuck him harder - and Kris had grabbed his wrists and pinned them to keep him from touching himself. It hadn’t been rough, but Baekhyun’s whole body had bucked, electrified.
Kris had said Baekhyun’s name, afraid he was unhappy or having some kind of seizure. But all Baekhyun had been focused on then was finding friction against Kris’s stomach until moments later, he’d come all over them in a haze of moans.
Kris had been staring at him when he’d opened his eyes. “Wow.”
“Wow,” Baekhyun repeated.
And then he’d come again before Kris had, covered by Kris’s body and overwhelmed as Kris promised they could try binding him for real if he wanted.
He wanted.
It led them there, with him sweating on his back, wrists secured and eyes covered. It upped the ante, making him shiver delightedly as the bed dipped and he felt Kris’s weight between his legs. It wasn’t as though he had no shame left. The stares Kris leveled at him had his breath catching at times, making Baekhyun wonder if Kris could eat him up with simply a hungry look. Those were the stares that had him fluttering between the urge to cover himself, or to preen. Sometimes both. In Kris’s interest he found desire.
But when he was bound there were no options, he was bared for Kris to see - and he had learned to enjoy it. There something sensual in it, something exciting, coupled with the binding.
And the dark.
Baekhyun gasped at the touch of wet lips against his stomach, and in the puff of air against him he felt that Kris had been amused by it.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, breathless, not really expecting a reply, and not getting one.
Kris’s tongue dipped into his belly button, and he gurgled, cock twitching.
“Kris.”
Baekhyun wondered what it would have been like to be gagged as well. He didn’t think he’d have liked that as much. It wasn’t depriving him of his senses, but depriving him of his words, and that more than anything he knew turned Kris on.
“Kris, please. Aren’t you afraid I’ll think of someone else if I can’t see you?”
But Kris would not be goaded. Baekhyun hissed through his teeth as warm hands parted his thighs even wider. He knew by feel, by the way Kris’s weight shifted, by what Baekhyun wanted to happen, what Kris would do next.
“Yes,” he hissed, at the lips pressed against his balls. Kris lingered and veered side to die, drawing moans from him at heated breaths and teasing licks. Baekhyun half laughed, half moaned at the obscene sucking noises Kris was making - and was making him feel.
Loss of touch sent his hips up, desperate.
“Kris.”
The name fairly exploded from his lips as Kris pushed down on his stomach, kept him from moving in yet another way. Kris chuckled, the bastard, Baekhyun thought.
“Curse me out in your head all you want,” Kris said. “Looks like part of you wanted it.”
So much. So much.
It was torture to hear and feel the licks and sucking kisses Kris pressed along, beside his cock.
And then in three deliberate motions, Kris lifted him, slid down him, swallowed him.
“Oh fuck. Oh Kris. Oh fuck.”
It was not a hum, but a fog horn in Kris’s throat as reveled in Baekhyun’s reaction. There wasn’t friction, it wasn’t that. It was that he could picture Kris’s mouth stretched around him, could feel the heat and the caress of his tongue. And little by little, as Kris’s head lifted, it felt like Kris was trying to suck the come right out of him.
Kris teased. Or maybe, he did more than tease, it just wasn’t enough to get Baekhyun off and he was already aching for it. Kris’s tongue took increasingly tighter circles on the head of Baekhyun’s cock, making him squirm and want to thrust if not for the arm Kris had across his abdomen. His wrists strained against the cuffs, heels digging against the sheets as he fantasized about reaching down and holding Kris’s head so he could bury himself in it.
Kris’s hands, oh, his hands, stroked from Baekhyun’s knees, up his inner thighs until he could grip Baekhyun’s hips. He wondered how it would be. If he Kris would stay back, on his knees, taking Baekhyun so he could see it. Or if Kris would cover him until they raced almost as one person.
The side of his face against the sheet, his knees planted and hips raised, he waited. Once Kris had held him against the wall until he was shuddering, jerking him off until Baekhyun wouldn’t have cared if half the universe had tramped into the bedroom to watch him come. Or the night before, when he’d sank onto Kris and rode him until Kris had been putty beneath him. He loved it when Kris’s eyes went dark and focused, promising things Baekhyun knew he would enjoy.
And oh, he was.
Kris’s hands, Kris’s hands, stroked from Baekhyun’s knees, up his inner thighs until he could grip Baekhyun’s hips.
“You look gorgeous like this.”
Baekhyun bit his bottom lip to keep from saying if that was the case, Kris should fuck him. He thought that point was fairly obvious, the way he tilted his hips up in invitation. Gorgeous, Kris would murmur to him over dinner. In candlelight, in an alley, in their bed. All he had to do was look at the person who was saying that to him and be dazzled. It still brought heat into his cheeks, ironic as he was shamelessly begging Kris to take him.
The cool touch of lube had him tensing, Kris’s fingers too knowledgable by far, but the press of Kris’s cock had him relaxing. Kris knew what he liked - that he liked to feel his body stretching for Kris. If there was a little pain he could take it. They’d done it so often, so well, he knew what his body could handle. Sometimes he stared at Kris’s fingers and imagined the width of his cock. The way it softened. The way it grew. The way it sank deep, and left him ready.
He rocked his body back into Kris, unnerved by the stillness.
“Kris.”
He was not known for his patience, or Kris for his control. If he could just-
His moan was muffled by his knuckles against his mouth as Kris rolled their hips together. And Kris didn’t stop there. Maybe Baekhyun’s hands were free to brace himself, but that didn’t mean he was any less held, skin prickling as Kris’s chest pressed against his back.
“Baekhyun,” Kris murmured against his shoulder.
It was a question, and it was need. He smiled, knew Kris could see him.
“Please.”
Kris was breathing in his ear, in that place between pleasure and shivering, so close to his neck but never enough to make him shove away. Kris knew him almost better than he knew-
He ground down into Kris’s palm and groaned. Not too fast. He was so close, if he wasn’t careful, he’d have no chance of holding back. But it seemed Kris knew that, too. There was no waiting, no slowing. Kris had to feel the same urgency that was in him. He’d been the one seeing Baekhyun spread for him, and sucking him hard. Kris engulfed him, and Baekhyun burned. He was the one taking the intensity of Kris’s thrusts. He was the one whose hard cock was rubbing against Kris’s fingers.
“Kris.”
“You want me to let you get off by yourself again?
Baekhyun’s fists tightened at the low promise in Kris’s voice. “Please. Please don’t stop touching me. Please.”
“I won’t,” Kris promised. And took him to the edge.
He could almost feel Kris’s moans, energy gathering to the shudders of their bodies, the way the bed moved underneath them.
Kris’s hand stroked him faster, faster than their hips were meeting, and his cry was strangled as his brain tried to do too many things at once.
“Come,” Kris panted against his face.
And Baekhyun was helpless to do anything but.
He came against the sheets to the stroking of Kris’s fingers, the desperation of the fuck. He was still straining for breath, lost in pleasure, when Kris tensed above him, came inside him. He was being rocked into the bed with Kris above him, and his moans were more like sighs as he smiled. The only thing better than getting to come was listening to Kris as he did, knowing the part he’d played in that.
“Smug,” Kris said, but it wasn’t an admonishment as he kissed the back of Baekhyun’s shoulder and moved off of him.
“A little,” Baekhyun agreed, swiping hair back off of his sweaty forehead and admiring Kris’s chest.
His legs felt like he’d been through some exotic exercise program as he stretched out beside Kris. Kris didn’t just put an arm around him and go to sleep. No, Kris cupped the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was wildly sentimental, but he had the errant thought that that might’ve been the best part.
“Too much?” Kris asked him.
Baekhyun smiled. Never.
***
Prompt: I thoroughly enjoyed your story where Kai and jongin are twins that share sehun. can you write another installment full of smut, maybe have sehun ride one of them…
***
To Kai and Jongin’s parents, Sehun was just Kai’s boyfriend. To Sehun’s parents, Kai and Jongin were just his friends. That spoke volumes about their two families, he supposed. Though, at least in the twins having each other, their parents would have had little choice but to accept the choices one or the other made. It was either that, or lose both their sons. Sehun didn’t even bother. He was old enough that he knew that when he graduated college, he could do whatever he wanted.
Until then, he had two boyfriends on the sly.
Two times the lips to kiss, and two times the hands touching him. Three, if he counted his own, but he rarely had to resort to that. There were no rules, which was kind of weird when he thought about it. Aside from the timing, the sharing when they were all together, Kai had dragged him home alone, and he’d had Jongin alone in his room.
“You don’t get jealous?” he’d asked Kai once, Kai draped over the edge of the bed and pinned under him. Kai, his moans gorgeous and muffled into the bend of his elbow.
“You love..us both?” Kai gasped out.
“I do,” Sehun said, the words hot against Kai’s neck.
That was it then. They knew he loved them. It was impossible not to love them. Jongin’s proneness to being startled and Kai’s occasional shyness. Sweet smiles, soft touches. Identical and distinct and wanted. They didn’t wear him out, didn’t come close to it. All they had to do was get through college and then…
Jongin was under him on the bed, looking so pleased with himself with his erection curving up toward his belly, hard and wet from Sehun’s mouth. The whole time he’d been sucking, licking, kissing, he’d had Kai kneeling behind him, fucking him with slick fingers and doing his best to distract Sehun from what he was doing. And it wasn’t like Sehun didn’t know, or that Jongin was displeased, because Sehun had looked up to see Jongin trading amused looks with his brother as Sehun moaned and arched his back.
“I think you’re ready for something bigger,” Kai teased.
“He’s gotten something bigger ready for him,” Jongin teased, wiggling his hips.
“Now?” Kai whispered in his ear, making him shudder.
Yes. Right then. While Jongin was still hard, still ready to press into him. And he was, with Kai supporting Sehun as Sehun sank onto Jongin. Jongin’s fingertips were tracing his knees and Kai was making soft little sounds. And he gasped as Kai’s fingers touched where he was stretched around Jongin, and his words were more for Jongin than they were for Sehun.
“You know what would make this really even? If we were both inside him. It’s possible, you know.”
“You are your porn watching habits,” Jongin ground out as he tried to lift his hips.
Sehun was pretty sure a buzz went through his body even at the thought. One man in him was good. Two seemed improbable. Two also seemed really hot, even just the thought of it. Kai behind him sliding in, Jongin in counterpoint. Never really slowing down, never without movement. As long as it didn’t hurt, maybe- But his mouth had different plans, because he loved to poke at Kai.
“You can both be inside me at one time. I have a mouth, too,” he teased.
“I don’t want to stare at Kai’s butt while you’re riding me,” Jongin cut in.
“Not now,” Kai said, as Sehun laughed.
“Besides you’re heavy on my legs,” Jongin said.
“Heavy,” Kai muttered darkly. “He just wishes he could touch you.”
And to prove his point, both of Kai’s hands spread over Sehun’s stomach. Together, they moved him, and he took Jongin in him just how he liked. Jongin, alternately focused and blissed, let their fingers tangled together. He wanted to kiss Jongin, kiss up his neck and grip his hair. At the same time, Kai was licking under his ear, running his hands all over.
It felt like he was being fucked from behind as well, with Kai rubbing against his back, leaning into him and kissing his neck and shoulders. There was the hand stroking him, and Sehun shuddered. His eyes were on Jongin’s face, Jongin who was watching him rise and fall on him. Sehun licked his lip and Jongin watched that as well, mirroring him. His thighs were crying, his breath short, and Kai growled into his neck.
“Is there something else you want?”
Sehun panted, a sharp sound leaving his throat as Kai squeezed him.
“Okay? I can fuck you, too.”
Jongin’s eyebrows rose in interest. They’d done that before, with Kai and Jongin at either end and Sehun sandwiched between them.
“Let’s give him what he wants,” Jongin said.
He felt empty as Jongin slid out of him, but not for long. They twisted, turned, until Kai was on his knees in front of Sehun, and Jongin behind him. It let him slick Kai with his fingers, even as Jongin pressed back into him. He was slow, easy, because anything else meant possibly hurting his brother in the process if Sehun were to lose his balance. But once stable, once Sehun pulled back Kai’s hips and pulled Kai onto his erection, Jongin could move. It was like being caught between two forces. Jongin pressing into him, pressing him forward, and Kai moving back into him. Each of Jongin’s thrusts pushed him into Kai, and Kai pressed him back into Jongin.
There was no relief, no relenting of sensations as he fucked, was fucked. His hands were tight on Kai’s hips to try and steady himself, to keep from pushing Kai flat as Jongin found a rhythm that made him moan into the back of Sehun’s neck.
“Jongin, lay off,” Kai grunted, getting battered forward as Sehun pressed over his back.
“What, you can’t take it, bro?” Jongin sucked in a breath. “You don’t hear me whining when you’re banging him into me.”
And Kai gurgled as Sehun learned over him further, changing the angle, changing everything.
Kai was hot, burning against his skin, and gorgeous, moaning for him, tight around him. He saw Kai’s arm moving, jerking himself off as Sehun moved in him, and moaned again as Jongin slid deep. They stunk of sweat, of sex, moans tangling in the air.
“Coming,” Jongin said, the sound unnecessary because Sehun knew. “Sehun.”
Sehun shuddered as Jongin’s arm squeezed him as he came in Sehun, hips bumping together.
And Sehun wondered if there wasn’t some connection, at Kai’s short, sharp cry as Kai came as well. They were twins, after all.
Jongin squeezed him, breathing into his neck and whispering filthy things, staying inside Sehun and urging him into Kai until Sehun was coming as well, the last falling on Kai’s back as he gulped for air and leaned back into Jongin’s chest.
He kissed Kai, sweet and slow, and felt Jongin press against his back. Two kisses, and hugs, and different senses of humor, and interests. Sometimes he looked between them, wondering how anyone expected him to choose.
And he was glad he didn’t have to.
***