[Fic] Persuaded - 1/1
Title: Persuaded
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: In the aftermath of their threesome, Baekhyun isn’t sure what he wants - or maybe he does know, he just doesn’t think he can have it.
Sequel to: Convince Me (also Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun)
***
When Baekhyun woke, it was to a tender mouth, and tender everything it seemed. There was no magical need for orientation besides the fact that he realized he wasn’t alone. But he was more alone than he expected. He looked over his shoulder and found the bed empty, and felt Chanyeol shrug from his other side. “We didn’t want to overwhelm you. In case…”
In case he regretted it, maybe. Or was embarrassed. Or having a crisis or whatever.
“Okay,” Baekhyun said, not knowing really what else to say. He didn’t hurt, thought he hadn’t really moved, and it had been good. Nice. Way better than nice. But there was a question that rattled, that seemed good enough since they were alone, and if he waited, he’d never ask. “How long have you wanted…?” Him.
Chanyeol blinked at him, all stupid long lashes and parted lips. “Long time? Maybe I thought about you when I was jerking off sometimes. Not that I planned on telling you that.”
All Baekhyun could do was chuckle, wondering how far was a long time even. He couldn’t be mad or grossed out, though, because he’d done the same thing, and Chanyeol was in a relationship which was probably worse. Maybe. And hey, at least Chanyeol hadn’t abandoned him. That would’ve sucked and been weird, wondering if they were just going to ignore it or something. Though Chanyeol probably would’ve worked them out of it, because it was Chanyeol. Still.
“I hope I didn’t say shit over the years,” Baekhyun said.
“Nah,” Chanyeol said, squeezing the side of Baekhyun’s neck. “I mean, we all said stupid shit. But you had my back. You told me to be happy no matter what. Even if you didn’t like guys then, you didn’t make me feel like I was wrong for it. But it was okay?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, keeping his voice low as though that was going to bleach his answer.. It wasn’t like they needed to dissect it. Or his feelings otherwise, because he wasn’t attracted to all guys or pornographic acts but he wasn’t interested in feelings or labels about what that meant. “And you guys are okay?”
Chanyeol chuckled, almost wriggling really. “Yeah. Kris gave me a high five when he woke up.”
Not-entirely-straight friend, one conquest down. He wanted to ask if they did that a lot, have threesomes, or if he’d just been convenient and free. But he didn’t open his mouth, and he didn’t ask, because he really didn’t want to know. He also didn’t want to think it was some kind of desperation on their part, trying to spice up a dull sex life since they’d been routinely banging each other for so long. According to the sounds he’d gotten off to he didn’t think so, but no one knew the inner workings of their relationship better than they did. Unless they were in denial, and he just shut that whole line of thought down.
“So, how’s it feel now?” Chanyeol asked, eyes wide as they stared at each other.
Baekhyun wrinkled his nose. “Like lube.”
He was surprised that Chanyeol’s laugh didn’t shake them right off the bed. But it was impetus enough to push himself upright, and Chanyeol, too. He wanted a nice hot shower, and food, because figuring out how he was going to relate to Chanyeol and Kris after hadn’t sunk in. Chanyeol was easier, because they knew each other too well. He’d just proven that to himself. He still wasn’t going to come out and say anything. If he opened his mouth it’d probably sound stupid like hey, thanks for letting me sleep with you and your boyfriend. It was hot.
Of course, Baekhyun made the mistake of looking up then to find Kris in the doorway with a mug, probably drawn by Chanyeol’s sound explosion. He was dressed, kind of. A pair of baggy shorts, and a tank top that rippled at the hips. His hands, though, the one on the mug, the one awkwardly reaching for his neck as Baekhyun met Kris’s eyes. Unsurprisingly Kris knew everything that had happened the night before, too, since he’d been there. He’d actually jerked Kris off, and-
He slumped without a sound into Chanyeol’s side, cheekbone landing hard on Chanyeol’s shoulder. Okay, maybe he’d needed a little more preparation before confronting those mental images with Kris right in front of him.
“He’s gone,” Chanyeol said, sounding amused. “You need help getting up?”
Baekhyun held Chanyeol’s arm back. “If you try and pick me up I’m going to punch you in the face.”
He didn’t even find it weird when Chanyeol followed him to the bathroom, not self-conscious in the least, at least until he caught sight of his wild hair in the mirror. He turned his head. And that.
“Did one of you give me a hickey? Is that a bite mark?”
Chanyeol made some kind of creepy noise of amusement from the doorway.
“I can see which of us it was,” Chanyeol offered, opening his mouth like some kind of shark.
He was glad Chanyeol wasn’t offended when Baekhyun shut the door in his face.
***
Things were normal, after that. Mostly. There were a couple of days where Baekhyun couldn’t really meet Kris’s eyes, and a few more where he felt weird when Kris and Chanyeol were in the same room with him. He always wondered if they felt weird, too, like Baekhyun was going to get the wild idea to leap in and start groping them uncontrollably. Or maybe they wanted that, he didn’t know. Though, that was kind of unfair since it assumed their egos were that massive. He didn’t want to know, was what he’d convinced himself of when after a week, it hadn’t really become an issue.
Though, there’d been the one point with Chanyeol, though it was Chanyeol.
“Hey, you said you wanted to try blowing someone?”
Baekhyun nearly dropped his dinner, stopping just outside the kitchen and just staring as Chanyeol’s shoulders and head hung over the back of the couch. The only sounds were the TV and some muffled thumps that Baekhyun took to be Kris smacking Chanyeol’s back, likely for being a tactless sack of human cells.
“I don’t think I can be held to anything I said that night,” Baekhyun said, and tried to be totally normal as he walked to his chair.
“Except you saying yes,” Chanyeol piped.
Baekhyun glared at him as though to say obviously, and please drop it. All he wanted to do was eat his dinner, and watch TV, and pretend things were still normal.
***
It didn’t matter if Baekhyun wasn’t looking because he still had eyes. There were things that had never bothered him before, like the sight of their legs twining together, Chanyeol’s foot rubbing against the top of Kris’s, and the little murmurs, Kris’s little grunts of laughter. He also had ears, like when Chanyeol asked for something and Kris refused. Baekhyun just stared harder at the TV wondering if Chanyeol wanted a kiss, and Kris had motioned to Baekhyun, as though they had to be careful. He could all too well imagine Kris knuckling to the top of Chanyeol’s head when he heard a soft whine. Maybe Kris didn’t want to tease him by showing him what he couldn’t have. No, that wasn’t quite right. What he wasn’t having. It was in his power to do anything, and it took only a moment to text a friend and ask if he knew anyone to set Baekhyun up with. Having someone to date would give him a reason to get out of the apartment, someone to focus all of the extra everything he’d seemed to acquire. All the new awareness he had, where it felt like he would he was too restless to just sit and let his thoughts go.
But Baekhyun got only two dates out of it. The first had been nice, but he hadn’t really been keyed up about it and she’d been flirty. The second had ended with them making out against the wall of her apartment building, and feeling vaguely disgusted with himself that he hadn’t wanted to continue. She’d met all of his little ideal bullet points. It just wasn’t there. And he’d let her down easy.
By the time they’d stopped kissing, he thought she’d known anyway. And the bar after had been a bad idea, the thought of maybe a man making him feel good would settle the restless feeling inside of him. That had ended just as poorly. He hadn’t even kissed the guy, just had his neck mauled by him.
Still it was awkward going home after that, hoping he could sneak back to his room and getting totally denied when Kris came out of the kitchen. He was dressed in pajama pants and a tank top, and it wasn’t quite fair that Baekhyun knew what it was like to have his hands on those shoulders and those hips between his thighs. That was what made his pulse race when he closed his eyes, not a beautiful woman eager to kiss him, or some anonymous guy in a bar. That was exactly what he was trying to avoid.
And Kris put his drink on the table as Baekhyun stepped out of his shoes.
“How’d your date go?” Kris asked.
“Not great,” Baekhyun said, jerking a shoulder.
Even if he found some way to get laid, that wasn’t going to help since he couldn’t just go around sleeping with people around the clock.
“Looks like you had at least a little fun,” Kris said, gesturing to his own neck.
It made Baekhyun raise his hand. Lipstick maybe, or a hickey from the guy.
“Didn’t go anywhere,” he said, and wondered why he felt it necessary to avoid Kris’s eyes. Not that staring at his collarbones was doing him any good. “Don’t think we’ll go out again.”
“Because it wasn’t any good?”
Baekhyun shrugged again, and tossed his jacket onto the nearby chair. “We weren’t compatible.”
“Maybe it makes me a jerk, but I’m glad.”
That made Baekhyun squint at Kris. “You didn’t even know who it was.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered,” Kris said, and crossed his arms like he was trying to hold something back. “You can date anyone you want.”
“I know?” Baekhyun said, and held his ground when Kris seemed to unfurl, stepping close and rubbing his thumb against Baekhyun’s neck. It sent tingles across his skin and he just barely kept his face composed. Way too close.
“You really don’t get why we’d be weird about you dating someone?” Kris said.
We. Not Kris. Like it was him and Chanyeol somehow, like they’d have a reason to be weird about it. They’d had a threesome, but he was pretty sure that didn’t mean they got dibs on his existence afterward. It wasn’t like anyone had said anything, either, or touched him, or referenced it at all, like it hadn’t happened. Which was the whole point of him trying to date, so he wasn’t the one to do those things, because Kris and Chanyeol were a couple. Two. A pair. He was just someone who’d jumped in briefly, and then had to climb right back out.
So he had to be honest. “Not really. I made out with a guy after. He probably left that. I wasn’t into him, either.”
And it came out with a bit more bite than he’d intended, because of the flush that happened as Kris’s hand fully cupped his neck. He met Kris’s eyes, but it was too much, too close, and staring at his mouth wasn’t much better.
But when Kris stepped forward, he didn’t move, and when Kris’s head lowered, so did Baekhyun’s eyelids. And his inhale was measured, just before Kris kissed him. It was just the smallest of kisses, a press of lips, but he inhaled again and met Kris’s mouth more firmly, a hand on Kris’s ribs to steady himself. Kisses like that, just like that, with Kris pressed against his mouth, Kris’s hands stroking down his back. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t controlling it, or that it was firmer, or anything else. It was how much he wanted it. How much he’d been dreaming about it, fantasizing about it. Kisses that made his breaths come hard, lips parting against Kris’s as Kris pulled him up, pulled him closer, walking him back until they bumped into the back of the couch and there was nowhere else to go.
He moaned, sucking at Kris’s tongue as Kris squeezed his ass. He wondered how different it would feel against Chanyeol. How different it would feel trapped between them, if Chanyeol-
Chanyeol.
Baekhyun gasped and pulled back, and it had little to do with needing to breathe as he braced his fists on Kris’s chest. He’d almost done something he’d swore he’d never do, had done something he’d swore he’d never do. He’d made out with Kris, someone he knew was dating his best friend. There was a code. There were morals. There was loyalty. And no matter what his hormones were telling him, there was no way it was going any further.
“We shouldn’t-“ he started, and turned his head so that Kris’s kiss met his cheek instead.
“You wanted that?” Kris asked.
Baekhyun would have shaken his head if Kris hadn’t just cupped his face with one hand.
“Chanyeol-“
“You want us?” Kris asked.
Baekhyun licked his lips, a reflexive action, trying to buy time. Us. That inclusion again.
“What do you want? Right now. If you could have anything,” Kris asked, and there was no way to avoid those words.
So why shouldn’t he answer, why not give Kris what he wanted, even if there was no way Baekhyun was going to give it to him.
“I’d want to try blowing you while Chanyeol fucks me,” he forced out. The words were almost like a weapon, raw and open, and he wondered if they would do what he thought and make Kris recoil. It was possible he’d be disgusted that Baekhyun was willing to get between them. Or maybe angry that Baekhyun wasn’t willing to fuck him without Chanyeol there.
But Kris’s eyelids dipped, lips pulling from their severe line into almost a smile as though Baekhyun had said something that pleased him, made him want. Excuses were flying past his head, and he was trying to pluck the one that he thought would work, would get them back to normal as he stared at Kris’s shoulder.
“What do you think?”
Baekhyun blinked, looking up and wondering why Kris was asking that question, only to find Kris looking down. Baekhyun followed, looking over the edge of the couch and nearly cursed to see a sleepy-eyed Chanyeol grinning up at him.
“I like it. Can I get blown, too? You were my friend first,” Chanyeol said, almost wheedling.
Baekhyun planted his hand over Chanyeol’s face and pushed him away.
“What he means is that we both want this,” Kris said, sounding both serious and faintly amused. Baekhyun imagined Chanyeol was grinning adoringly up at him, and that just reinforced what Baekhyun was feeling.
“I didn’t want to,” he gestured between them as Chanyeol stood, hand flopping as though that was going to say everything. “I won’t come between you.”
“We want you to,” Chanyeol said, nuzzling into Baekhyun’s neck and keeping him there against Kris. “In all the fun ways.”
“Then you just want sex,” Baekhyun said, needing the clarification. He needed boundaries. People got hurt because of expectations they couldn’t control. If Chanyeol was in love with Kris, and Kris was in love with Chanyeol, and they’d found a new sex toy, then he needed to know. He didn’t think he’d feel used, exactly, but he needed to be able to walk away intact.
But Kris blew apart all of his mental walls, thumbing whatever mark there was on Baekhyun’s neck and meeting his eyes. “No, it’s more than sex. We thought… We hoped to? We were going to talk.”
Kris’s scowl got progressively heavier as Chanyeol almost vibrated against Baekhyun’s back, laughing at Kris.
“Not just for fun,” Chanyeol agreed, butting his head against Baekhyun’s. “All of you.”
“How does that work? How-“
Kris shook his head, not looking away from Baekhyun’s face. “We don’t know. But this is what we both decided. So it’s up to you, if you want. We can talk about it.”
There was space being put between them, inches of distance that left Baekhyun feeling cold rather than reassured as he’d assumed Kris was going for. He didn’t feel pressured. He didn’t think any kind of distance was going to change that.
“The sex I get. Sex is fun. But why…”
Why would they want more than that. Looking at Kris was too much, so he turned and there was Chanyeol, wonky eye and familiar face.
“Someone can get hurt,” Baekhyun said. “It’d be safer if I found someone else.”
“Someone like tonight? You want that more?” And when Baekhyun didn’t respond, Chanyeol looked down at Baekhyun’s neck. “I know I don’t have a right to feel this way, but I agree with Kris. It’s weird to see someone else’s mark on you.”
Baekhyun licked his lips, swallowing hard. “You showed me it could be good.” But there was more to his confession. “It’s been all I could think about.”
And he moaned softly as Chanyeol pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
“We’re both okay. Look,” Chanyeol said.
And Baekhyun had the best view anyone could have hoped for, trapped between them and watching Chanyeol pull Kris’s face closer, their lips meeting. Soft kisses, knowing kisses, Baekhyun inhaling as they pressed tighter against him from either side. He could see the intent play of their tongues, gentle teeth and sucking lips. The way the kiss ended, a soft slid of lips, was fond, familiar, a grin on each mouth before they swerved and pressed simultaneous kisses to both of Baekhyun’s cheeks. It startled him enough to make him laugh, squeezed between them.
It was his choice, his decision to deny or accept. He was half hard, and he could tell Chanyeol was as well, but it wasn’t all about that. If it had been, it wouldn’t have been so difficult. Maybe if he hadn’t liked it so much before, or maybe if he hadn’t had the chance to overthink it.
But he didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted.
“Okay. Okay,” he said, and pulled at Kris’s tank top.
It was a maze of arms, kisses against his neck, and laughter as Chanyeol grabbed both of them and pulled them into the bedroom he and Kris shared. It should’ve made him pause there, too. But he was grateful that the light wasn’t glaring, only the light from the other room spilling in as Kris slid onto the bed, naked, and Baekhyun climbed after him.
“Clothes!” Chanyeol said, like he was scandalized. But Baekhyun was too busy kissing Kris, groping his cock and knowing if it went well, he’d be sucking it before long.
But it wasn’t like he struggled when he felt Chanyeol’s hands across his belly, up his chest. He sat up, arms raising so the shirt could be pulled from him, and gasped as Chanyeol pressed sucking kisses down his spine.
“Ohh,” he moaned, his pants too tight.
“Told you,” Chanyeol said, and tugged at him until he was standing again, until he was pressed against Chanyeol with Chanyeol’s tongue in his mouth - supposedly to take off his pants. But those didn’t come off until Kris kissed his shoulder and undid his zipper from behind him, pushing all the cloth off his hips and then off Chanyeol’s, as Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s face and kissed him.
His lips felt warm and slick, and Chanyeol was smug as Baekhyun nearly swayed when he was let go. The sight of Chanyeol stripping off his shirt certainly distracted him though, hands against all that skin.
“Don’t start without us,” Chanyeol snipped, and Baekhyun looked to where Kris knelt, stroking his cock and watching them. “You promised Baekhyun he could have his way with you.”
“Any time,” Kris said, as he looked down over Baekhyun’s body.
“Me first,” Chanyeol said with glee, and bumped Baekhyun back so he was kneeling in front of Kris.
Before he could even get his arms around Kris’s neck, Kris was kissing him, his hands spread along Baekhyun’s ribs, thumbs sliding over his nipples as Baekhyun moaned. But it was Kris who took over the kisses when Chanyeol climbed onto the bed with them, stroking Baekhyun’s hips, briefly cupping his cock. Baekhyun moaned into Kris’s mouth at the droplets of cool lube that fell against his skin, wet spread against him. And he gasped, nails digging into Kris’s neck as Chanyeol slid not one, but two fingers into him in steady pumps.
“You okay?” Kris asked. And as Baekhyun nodded, ready to babble, Kris peered over his shoulder. “What’d you do?”
“Two fingers. His ass is amazing,” Chanyeol enthused. “Is it good?”
“Uh,” Baekhyun agreed, eyes wild when Kris smiled at him. And his mouth opened as Kris kissed him, his cock throbbing as Chanyeol continued fucking him with his fingers. He thought that almost could’ve been enough, just Chanyeol and Kris’s mouth, as Chanyeol’s fingers pressed wider, forced him to lean into Kris harder.
“Condom ready, captain,” Chanyeol said. “Ready if you are.”
Baekhyun had to think about it a moment, blinking at Kris’s chin and-
“Ready,” Baekhyun said, and marveled at how gone his voice was already. He met Kris’s eyes. “Ready.”
Almost. So close.
“You have no idea how sexy you look, all needy like this,” Kris said. And instead of kissing his mouth, he made swirls on Baekhyun’s sides with his fingers, pressing kisses against the corners of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw - all so he could breathe and moan as Chanyeol’s cock filled him. His breath hissed out as he felt the stretch, but it wasn’t bad, not like it had been the first time even, and Chanyeol had been careful. Maybe almost too careful as Baekhyun tried to press back against him.
“Amazing,” Chanyeol said firmly, and Baekhyun might have flushed if he hadn’t been hot already. “You want Kris now? Or me a bit?”
Baekhyun licked his lips and Kris wouldn’t even meet his eyes, like he wasn’t trying to influence Baekhyun’s decision either way. A condom was passed over Baekhyun’s shoulder, caught between Kris’s fingers as everything paused.
“I’ll do it,” Baekhyun said, and took the packet from Kris’s fingers. He wanted to be involved in every step. And Kris certainly did not protest. Maybe he’d never done it for another guy before, but Baekhyun had the condom thing pretty well down.
He watched Kris’s face as Kris watched his fingers roll the condom down Kris’s cock. He was that hard, just from knowing Baekhyun would be making him come. It was his hand on Kris’s hip that guided him as Kris eased back. No more arms around Kris’s neck, just getting into position so the three of them could be in sync.
“Just be careful of teeth,” Chanyeol oh-so-helpfully put in.
“I’ve gotten more than a couple of blow jobs in my life, Park Chanyeol. I’m not a complete idiot.”
And then he was at eye level with Kris’s cock, braced on the bed, and he sucked in a breath. He looked up as Kris touched his face, a gentle slide of fingers that ended with the barest touch against Baekhyun’s mouth.
“You only have to do what you want,” Kris told him.
He knew. He knew, when he opened his mouth and let the head of Kris’s cock roll against his lips, letting his tongue dart out to feel. He’d taken it in his ass, so there was no problem taking it in his mouth. But it still felt big, the hefty length, solid and swollen. It stretched his jaw, and he curled his tongue around it, feeling his lips close, tightening. He didn’t even take half of it, a sound of shock when he had to stop, Kris’s cock wedged between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. And his eyes closed, a shiver going through him as Kris pulsed against his tongue.
“How does it look?” Chanyeol asked, straining to see, and Baekhyun pulled back at the sudden pressure inside of him from Chanyeol’s movement.
“Gorgeous, how else do you think it looks?” Kris replied, even as Baekhyun swatted back at Chanyeol.
“Do your job. You’ll get your turn.”
Chanyeol’s jaw dropped at that, as Baekhyun knew it would, and Chanyeol wiggled his cock a little deeper as Baekhyun turned back to what he was doing, the cock curving up against Kris’s stomach.
“How’s it feel?” Kris asked. A more relevant question.
“Good. Like…”
He didn’t know. He just knew he liked pressing his lips around the solid warmth, letting it drag against his tongue and fill his mouth. He didn’t have all the textures, all the tastes, but one day- He wondered if he’d like that, too, if they were all safe together, skin to skin. He knew they did not use condoms, not for that. His cock pulsed against Chanyeol’s fingers when he though of Kris coming in his mouth, against his tongue, over his lips, and Kris kissing it from him. He’d imagined it since having sex with them, but it was different when there was a cock in his mouth.
Oh, and one in his ass, as Chanyeol’s hips stuttered, pulling out and pushing in harder than Baekhyun expected.
“Sorry. Sorry,” Chanyeol babbled. “I can’t stay still any more watching you guys.”
Fucked by his best friend while blowing his best friend’s boyfriend. Nothing weird about that. That he was hard against Chanyeol’s fingers told him a lot. So much so that he had to swat at Chanyeol’s hand.
“Not too fast,” he said, his voice husky. “Too soon. You move.”
He didn’t want to come before he’d experienced everything, his mouth moving on Kris’s cock, moans leaving him at the sparks of pleasure from Chanyeol’s fucking. Kris moaned and Baekhyun sucked and urged Kris’s hips to use his mouth, surprised at how erotic the thrust of a cock into his mouth could be.
And Chanyeol’s cock was so deliberate, whether it was slow or urgent, drawing Baekhyun’s focus from how to move his tongue, how to keep himself from being choked. Fucked by one cock and sucking another, his body was throbbing, heart racing. He sucked and moaned and felt his thighs tremble as Chanyeol stroked them and fucked him harder.
He sucked Kris’s cock like he wanted his own sucked, mouth wet with want, wanting more, overwhelmed by the scent of sex and being filled. He moaned in delight and grasped Kris’s ass to pull him closer, and wanted- Wanted-
“Oh fuck,” Kris moaned, and pressed as deep into Baekhyun’s mouth as Baekhyun allowed.
And he came between Baekhyun’s lips. The moans of a man in pleasure, the pain-sweet grasp of Kris’s hand in his hair and the jabs of Kris’s cock as he tried to plant his seed deep.
Baekhyun was gasping as he pulled back, adjusting his jaw and swallowing hard when he saw the proof that he’d just made Kris come with his mouth.
“Good?” Chanyeol asked, his hips slowing as Baekhyun breathed.
“You won’t believe how good his mouth feels,” Kris swore. “Or how sexy he looks doing it. Did you like it?”
It took Baekhyun a moment to realize Kris was asking him, not Chanyeol, and he looked, licking his lips and trying to find the words.
“Yes,” was the word he settled on, and Kris was focused on his mouth. He wanted a kiss. He wanted-
And Chanyeol nearly jerked when Baekhyun’s head swiveled so he could look at Chanyeol.
“Can I suck you, too?” Baekhyun asked.
Chanyeol’s hips stuttered to a halt. “Now?”
He was going to feel empty either way, but he wanted that more. Then he could say he’d done it, made both of them come with his mouth. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah.”
Baekhyun nearly whimpered when Chanyeol pulled away, one condom discarded and his cock hard as he leaned back against the headboard to allow Baekhyun access. There was no hesitation. Baekhyun rolled the condom on himself, feeling the differences in the two cocks just in how they felt under his fingers.
But the real proof came when Baekhyun wrapped his lips around Chanyeol. He was longer, thicker, and Baekhyun couldn’t take as much.
But he tried. He was sucking his second cock ever, able to focus on it alone, and he just barely kept himself from humping the bed. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. Hot and hard and aroused because of him. So he moaned and licked everywhere, the head of Chanyeol’s cock, the sides, running his lips up and down the length of it even as he fingers stroked.
“That’s so hot,” Chanyeol whispered, and Baekhyun didn’t know if he spoke to Kris or to him.
“Do you swallow?” Baekhyun asked, his lips smarting as he looked up at Chanyeol. He kept stroking, and Chanyeol at first didn’t seem to understand Baekhyun’s question.
“Oh. Yes,” Chanyeol said fervently, staring at Baekhyun like he was a tasty morsel.
He didn’t say “I wonder if I’d like to, too,” but the way he lowered his head and began to suck surely said something. He imagined that it wasn’t only Chanyeol’s orgasm he was working toward, but also to taste it.
His best friend was going to orgasm because of him, while his boyfriend watched. The boyfriend who’d come for Baekhyun too, because he’d enjoyed Baekhyun’s mouth. It was almost too hot to imagine, squeezing Chanyeol’s cock and sucking as though he could draw it out of him.
Chanyeol didn’t grab at him and thrust. His thighs went rock solid and stiff, breath coming in ragged gasps as Baekhyun stroked his balls and felt him quiver.
“Ahh,” Chanyeol moaned. “Ahh. I- I- Ah!”
On a gasp, Chanyeol came, and Baekhyun swallowed around him, living his fantasy if only halfway.
But he had to pull away, breathing hard. His jaw was even more sore then, his lips too tender, and tongue tired. Chanyeol was sprawled back like he’d been knocked there, face goofy as he basked in his enjoyment.
“It’s not possible for you to get better at that,” Chanyeol swore.
“We’ll see,” he retorted, but with a grin.
Unless he walked out of their room hating himself, he couldn’t see it being a one time thing. Or two times, if he counted both their cocks. Even if it wasn’t with them, maybe it’d be with someone.
“Your turn now,” Kris said, and manhandled him over.
He was almost dizzy as his back hit the mattress, hips shifting with encouragement as Kris’s fingertips skimmed his cock. It was Chanyeol’s arm he clutched as Kris rolled a condom onto him, the ceiling he goggled at as he was finally on the receiving end.
His hips and the arm Kris had planted over him were at war, trying to thrust up, get more, and more when Kris seemed to be teasing him with strokes of his tongue and gentle tugs of lips.
It felt like he caught on fire when one of Kris’s slick fingers slid into him.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, digging his nails into Chanyeol’s skin.
The second finger had his shoulders going tight, moaning at the ceiling as Kris kept him too near an edge, gave him too much pleasure to contemplate, too much to feel. More of Kris’s fingers, or maybe more of Kris sucking his cock, or maybe more of both together. Or maybe-
“Are you hard?” Baekhyun nearly wailed, using the adrenaline rush to raise his head and meet Kris’s eyes as his head rose.
“Yeah,” Kris said, husky, and saying exactly what Baekhyun wanted to hear.
“Fuck me. No, you don’t have to finish, just- Fuck. Come on,” he demanded.
“Wow,” he heard Chanyeol say, but he was focused, grasping Kris’s arm and yanking at him. No more teasing, no more waiting. He stripped the condom off of himself as Kris fumbled one on with some help from Chanyeol.
He moaned and pressed his thighs wide to take all of Kris’s cock. All of Kris, too, pulling him so he was close over Baekhyun’s body, so that when Kris began to pull out, Baekhyun’s legs wrapped around him to help pull him back in.
He’d been fucked and sucked two cocks, been teased. He was ready to get off.
“Faster. Don’t stop,” Baekhyun demanded.
He could feel Chanyeol’s eyes on him, would have looked had it not meant letting the stiffness out of his neck. It was all he could do to hold himself there and breathe, the heat of Kris’s body above him, the urgent thrust of his cock all he’d wanted. He imagined Chanyeol above him and it made his cock twitch, almost writhing as Kris tilted his hips a little more. There were lips sucking at his neck, a hand rubbing his chest, and he felt like he was drowning.
Every slide of Kris’s cock caused prickles of pleasure, air struggling into his lungs as Chanyeol moved down the bed.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun bleated. “Oh my g-“
Chanyeol’s hand, slick and tight, gripped his cock, as Kris fucked him. Kris’s hips were faster, rougher, and he wanted to hold on just a moment more, if he could just live the fuck a moment more- He wailed and bucked and came over his belly. It was near to pain as Kris kept fucking him, gasping for air as Kris moaned and came.
As Kris heaved in great breaths, a snippet of embarrassment was hidden under a giant cushion of satisfaction.
“Wow,” Chanyeol said again, and Kris chuckled, like he was trying to laugh from underwater.
Baekhyun wondered why Chanyeol’s eyes closed when Baekhyun stroked his face. He’d done good. They’d all done good. And holy shit, he squeaked when Kris pulled out of him, punching Chanyeol’s shoulder instead at the laugh that burst out of him. Kris nuzzled against the side of his face, and the arranging they did was more for form, all limbs on the bed, just enough blanket. He was going to need to get up, but not right then. He’d stay a while. Probably. He wanted a drink, but he could deal.
He’d blown them both. Huh.
“I liked that a lot,” he mused out loud, and got a grin from one side, and a hand squeezing his hip from the other.
He felt Kris kiss the back of his shoulder, and he blew a strand of Chanyeol’s hair off of his nose, and succumbed to sleep.
***
When the bed shifted, Baekhyun roused to consciousness, but it didn’t move enough for someone to have actually left it. It was a sixth sense, probably, since he could still hear Kris rumbling in his sleep to his right.
“Are you being creepy and staring at me?” Baekhyun whispered.
“Maybe?” Chanyeol whispered back, confirming his suspicion. And Chanyeol rather rudely reached over and poked Kris until he was awake too, because apparently no one could sleep while Chanyeol was awake. He was still rather naked, sprawled between them. He was surprisingly okay with that, given the fact that the boundaries they’d sort of started drawing were about as defined as lines in sand with the tide about to come in. It was sex. It was more than that. It was something no one knew.
“So,” Baekhyun said. And no one else seemed to want to jump in. He just needed a little more. Anything, really. If it was just sex, he wasn’t just going to spend the night in their bed. There had to be a firm line somewhere. “So this is a thing we’re going to do sometimes?”
“We didn’t want it to be a one-time thing,” Chanyeol said, lips twisting to the side. “We hoped you knew that.”
“How was I supposed to know?” Baekhyun demanded. “You jumped me in bed, and then your eyebrows were all I heard after.”
“That was my fault,” Kris told him. “Chanyeol wanted to-“
“Ask you out!” Chanyeol said, several decibels too loudly in Baekhyun’s ear.
“But you seemed freaked out that morning, so I thought it was better to give you time so we weren’t pushing you too fast. And then you were trying to date.”
There was such resigned bewilderment in Kris’s voice at that that Baekhyun nearly laughed. They were hopeless, all of them.
“He has a crush on you,” Chanyeol said, nudging his head against Baekhyun’s. “And I’ve been in love with you since I can remember. And, surprise. We’re kind of into your body.”
Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he or Kris laughed first, but Chanyeol smacked at both of them.
“So it’s not just sex,” Baekhyun said. “You could’ve said that before.”
“Didn’t we? I thought we did.”
Baekhyun waved his hand, dismissing the statement. “Whatever. You’re just thinking about what we’re going to do next time.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Chanyeol!”
“What! Kris, stop laughing! You should hear the filthy- You on top-“
They tickled Chanyeol until he was crying with it, and Baekhyun finally got his own pajamas after showering, smug beyond all reason as he downed water with still-tender lips.
He stopped in their doorway, half intending to say goodnight as he watched Kris fiddle with his phone and Chanyeol sprawl.
Of course, that was when Chanyeol spotted him and flung out an arm, invitation, like there was a Baekhyun-shaped spot on the bed that needed filling. Kris’s smile was welcoming, and Chanyeol smelled like a jelly bean for some reason. There weren’t goodnight kisses or declarations, just Chanyeol yawning in his ear as he reeled Baekhyun in millimeters at a time, and muttering about this or that he needed to do the next day as Kris grunted in agreement.
But when the light turned off, Baekhyun knew he was supposed to be right where he was.
***
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: In the aftermath of their threesome, Baekhyun isn’t sure what he wants - or maybe he does know, he just doesn’t think he can have it.
Sequel to: Convince Me (also Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun)
***
When Baekhyun woke, it was to a tender mouth, and tender everything it seemed. There was no magical need for orientation besides the fact that he realized he wasn’t alone. But he was more alone than he expected. He looked over his shoulder and found the bed empty, and felt Chanyeol shrug from his other side. “We didn’t want to overwhelm you. In case…”
In case he regretted it, maybe. Or was embarrassed. Or having a crisis or whatever.
“Okay,” Baekhyun said, not knowing really what else to say. He didn’t hurt, thought he hadn’t really moved, and it had been good. Nice. Way better than nice. But there was a question that rattled, that seemed good enough since they were alone, and if he waited, he’d never ask. “How long have you wanted…?” Him.
Chanyeol blinked at him, all stupid long lashes and parted lips. “Long time? Maybe I thought about you when I was jerking off sometimes. Not that I planned on telling you that.”
All Baekhyun could do was chuckle, wondering how far was a long time even. He couldn’t be mad or grossed out, though, because he’d done the same thing, and Chanyeol was in a relationship which was probably worse. Maybe. And hey, at least Chanyeol hadn’t abandoned him. That would’ve sucked and been weird, wondering if they were just going to ignore it or something. Though Chanyeol probably would’ve worked them out of it, because it was Chanyeol. Still.
“I hope I didn’t say shit over the years,” Baekhyun said.
“Nah,” Chanyeol said, squeezing the side of Baekhyun’s neck. “I mean, we all said stupid shit. But you had my back. You told me to be happy no matter what. Even if you didn’t like guys then, you didn’t make me feel like I was wrong for it. But it was okay?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, keeping his voice low as though that was going to bleach his answer.. It wasn’t like they needed to dissect it. Or his feelings otherwise, because he wasn’t attracted to all guys or pornographic acts but he wasn’t interested in feelings or labels about what that meant. “And you guys are okay?”
Chanyeol chuckled, almost wriggling really. “Yeah. Kris gave me a high five when he woke up.”
Not-entirely-straight friend, one conquest down. He wanted to ask if they did that a lot, have threesomes, or if he’d just been convenient and free. But he didn’t open his mouth, and he didn’t ask, because he really didn’t want to know. He also didn’t want to think it was some kind of desperation on their part, trying to spice up a dull sex life since they’d been routinely banging each other for so long. According to the sounds he’d gotten off to he didn’t think so, but no one knew the inner workings of their relationship better than they did. Unless they were in denial, and he just shut that whole line of thought down.
“So, how’s it feel now?” Chanyeol asked, eyes wide as they stared at each other.
Baekhyun wrinkled his nose. “Like lube.”
He was surprised that Chanyeol’s laugh didn’t shake them right off the bed. But it was impetus enough to push himself upright, and Chanyeol, too. He wanted a nice hot shower, and food, because figuring out how he was going to relate to Chanyeol and Kris after hadn’t sunk in. Chanyeol was easier, because they knew each other too well. He’d just proven that to himself. He still wasn’t going to come out and say anything. If he opened his mouth it’d probably sound stupid like hey, thanks for letting me sleep with you and your boyfriend. It was hot.
Of course, Baekhyun made the mistake of looking up then to find Kris in the doorway with a mug, probably drawn by Chanyeol’s sound explosion. He was dressed, kind of. A pair of baggy shorts, and a tank top that rippled at the hips. His hands, though, the one on the mug, the one awkwardly reaching for his neck as Baekhyun met Kris’s eyes. Unsurprisingly Kris knew everything that had happened the night before, too, since he’d been there. He’d actually jerked Kris off, and-
He slumped without a sound into Chanyeol’s side, cheekbone landing hard on Chanyeol’s shoulder. Okay, maybe he’d needed a little more preparation before confronting those mental images with Kris right in front of him.
“He’s gone,” Chanyeol said, sounding amused. “You need help getting up?”
Baekhyun held Chanyeol’s arm back. “If you try and pick me up I’m going to punch you in the face.”
He didn’t even find it weird when Chanyeol followed him to the bathroom, not self-conscious in the least, at least until he caught sight of his wild hair in the mirror. He turned his head. And that.
“Did one of you give me a hickey? Is that a bite mark?”
Chanyeol made some kind of creepy noise of amusement from the doorway.
“I can see which of us it was,” Chanyeol offered, opening his mouth like some kind of shark.
He was glad Chanyeol wasn’t offended when Baekhyun shut the door in his face.
***
Things were normal, after that. Mostly. There were a couple of days where Baekhyun couldn’t really meet Kris’s eyes, and a few more where he felt weird when Kris and Chanyeol were in the same room with him. He always wondered if they felt weird, too, like Baekhyun was going to get the wild idea to leap in and start groping them uncontrollably. Or maybe they wanted that, he didn’t know. Though, that was kind of unfair since it assumed their egos were that massive. He didn’t want to know, was what he’d convinced himself of when after a week, it hadn’t really become an issue.
Though, there’d been the one point with Chanyeol, though it was Chanyeol.
“Hey, you said you wanted to try blowing someone?”
Baekhyun nearly dropped his dinner, stopping just outside the kitchen and just staring as Chanyeol’s shoulders and head hung over the back of the couch. The only sounds were the TV and some muffled thumps that Baekhyun took to be Kris smacking Chanyeol’s back, likely for being a tactless sack of human cells.
“I don’t think I can be held to anything I said that night,” Baekhyun said, and tried to be totally normal as he walked to his chair.
“Except you saying yes,” Chanyeol piped.
Baekhyun glared at him as though to say obviously, and please drop it. All he wanted to do was eat his dinner, and watch TV, and pretend things were still normal.
***
It didn’t matter if Baekhyun wasn’t looking because he still had eyes. There were things that had never bothered him before, like the sight of their legs twining together, Chanyeol’s foot rubbing against the top of Kris’s, and the little murmurs, Kris’s little grunts of laughter. He also had ears, like when Chanyeol asked for something and Kris refused. Baekhyun just stared harder at the TV wondering if Chanyeol wanted a kiss, and Kris had motioned to Baekhyun, as though they had to be careful. He could all too well imagine Kris knuckling to the top of Chanyeol’s head when he heard a soft whine. Maybe Kris didn’t want to tease him by showing him what he couldn’t have. No, that wasn’t quite right. What he wasn’t having. It was in his power to do anything, and it took only a moment to text a friend and ask if he knew anyone to set Baekhyun up with. Having someone to date would give him a reason to get out of the apartment, someone to focus all of the extra everything he’d seemed to acquire. All the new awareness he had, where it felt like he would he was too restless to just sit and let his thoughts go.
But Baekhyun got only two dates out of it. The first had been nice, but he hadn’t really been keyed up about it and she’d been flirty. The second had ended with them making out against the wall of her apartment building, and feeling vaguely disgusted with himself that he hadn’t wanted to continue. She’d met all of his little ideal bullet points. It just wasn’t there. And he’d let her down easy.
By the time they’d stopped kissing, he thought she’d known anyway. And the bar after had been a bad idea, the thought of maybe a man making him feel good would settle the restless feeling inside of him. That had ended just as poorly. He hadn’t even kissed the guy, just had his neck mauled by him.
Still it was awkward going home after that, hoping he could sneak back to his room and getting totally denied when Kris came out of the kitchen. He was dressed in pajama pants and a tank top, and it wasn’t quite fair that Baekhyun knew what it was like to have his hands on those shoulders and those hips between his thighs. That was what made his pulse race when he closed his eyes, not a beautiful woman eager to kiss him, or some anonymous guy in a bar. That was exactly what he was trying to avoid.
And Kris put his drink on the table as Baekhyun stepped out of his shoes.
“How’d your date go?” Kris asked.
“Not great,” Baekhyun said, jerking a shoulder.
Even if he found some way to get laid, that wasn’t going to help since he couldn’t just go around sleeping with people around the clock.
“Looks like you had at least a little fun,” Kris said, gesturing to his own neck.
It made Baekhyun raise his hand. Lipstick maybe, or a hickey from the guy.
“Didn’t go anywhere,” he said, and wondered why he felt it necessary to avoid Kris’s eyes. Not that staring at his collarbones was doing him any good. “Don’t think we’ll go out again.”
“Because it wasn’t any good?”
Baekhyun shrugged again, and tossed his jacket onto the nearby chair. “We weren’t compatible.”
“Maybe it makes me a jerk, but I’m glad.”
That made Baekhyun squint at Kris. “You didn’t even know who it was.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered,” Kris said, and crossed his arms like he was trying to hold something back. “You can date anyone you want.”
“I know?” Baekhyun said, and held his ground when Kris seemed to unfurl, stepping close and rubbing his thumb against Baekhyun’s neck. It sent tingles across his skin and he just barely kept his face composed. Way too close.
“You really don’t get why we’d be weird about you dating someone?” Kris said.
We. Not Kris. Like it was him and Chanyeol somehow, like they’d have a reason to be weird about it. They’d had a threesome, but he was pretty sure that didn’t mean they got dibs on his existence afterward. It wasn’t like anyone had said anything, either, or touched him, or referenced it at all, like it hadn’t happened. Which was the whole point of him trying to date, so he wasn’t the one to do those things, because Kris and Chanyeol were a couple. Two. A pair. He was just someone who’d jumped in briefly, and then had to climb right back out.
So he had to be honest. “Not really. I made out with a guy after. He probably left that. I wasn’t into him, either.”
And it came out with a bit more bite than he’d intended, because of the flush that happened as Kris’s hand fully cupped his neck. He met Kris’s eyes, but it was too much, too close, and staring at his mouth wasn’t much better.
But when Kris stepped forward, he didn’t move, and when Kris’s head lowered, so did Baekhyun’s eyelids. And his inhale was measured, just before Kris kissed him. It was just the smallest of kisses, a press of lips, but he inhaled again and met Kris’s mouth more firmly, a hand on Kris’s ribs to steady himself. Kisses like that, just like that, with Kris pressed against his mouth, Kris’s hands stroking down his back. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t controlling it, or that it was firmer, or anything else. It was how much he wanted it. How much he’d been dreaming about it, fantasizing about it. Kisses that made his breaths come hard, lips parting against Kris’s as Kris pulled him up, pulled him closer, walking him back until they bumped into the back of the couch and there was nowhere else to go.
He moaned, sucking at Kris’s tongue as Kris squeezed his ass. He wondered how different it would feel against Chanyeol. How different it would feel trapped between them, if Chanyeol-
Chanyeol.
Baekhyun gasped and pulled back, and it had little to do with needing to breathe as he braced his fists on Kris’s chest. He’d almost done something he’d swore he’d never do, had done something he’d swore he’d never do. He’d made out with Kris, someone he knew was dating his best friend. There was a code. There were morals. There was loyalty. And no matter what his hormones were telling him, there was no way it was going any further.
“We shouldn’t-“ he started, and turned his head so that Kris’s kiss met his cheek instead.
“You wanted that?” Kris asked.
Baekhyun would have shaken his head if Kris hadn’t just cupped his face with one hand.
“Chanyeol-“
“You want us?” Kris asked.
Baekhyun licked his lips, a reflexive action, trying to buy time. Us. That inclusion again.
“What do you want? Right now. If you could have anything,” Kris asked, and there was no way to avoid those words.
So why shouldn’t he answer, why not give Kris what he wanted, even if there was no way Baekhyun was going to give it to him.
“I’d want to try blowing you while Chanyeol fucks me,” he forced out. The words were almost like a weapon, raw and open, and he wondered if they would do what he thought and make Kris recoil. It was possible he’d be disgusted that Baekhyun was willing to get between them. Or maybe angry that Baekhyun wasn’t willing to fuck him without Chanyeol there.
But Kris’s eyelids dipped, lips pulling from their severe line into almost a smile as though Baekhyun had said something that pleased him, made him want. Excuses were flying past his head, and he was trying to pluck the one that he thought would work, would get them back to normal as he stared at Kris’s shoulder.
“What do you think?”
Baekhyun blinked, looking up and wondering why Kris was asking that question, only to find Kris looking down. Baekhyun followed, looking over the edge of the couch and nearly cursed to see a sleepy-eyed Chanyeol grinning up at him.
“I like it. Can I get blown, too? You were my friend first,” Chanyeol said, almost wheedling.
Baekhyun planted his hand over Chanyeol’s face and pushed him away.
“What he means is that we both want this,” Kris said, sounding both serious and faintly amused. Baekhyun imagined Chanyeol was grinning adoringly up at him, and that just reinforced what Baekhyun was feeling.
“I didn’t want to,” he gestured between them as Chanyeol stood, hand flopping as though that was going to say everything. “I won’t come between you.”
“We want you to,” Chanyeol said, nuzzling into Baekhyun’s neck and keeping him there against Kris. “In all the fun ways.”
“Then you just want sex,” Baekhyun said, needing the clarification. He needed boundaries. People got hurt because of expectations they couldn’t control. If Chanyeol was in love with Kris, and Kris was in love with Chanyeol, and they’d found a new sex toy, then he needed to know. He didn’t think he’d feel used, exactly, but he needed to be able to walk away intact.
But Kris blew apart all of his mental walls, thumbing whatever mark there was on Baekhyun’s neck and meeting his eyes. “No, it’s more than sex. We thought… We hoped to? We were going to talk.”
Kris’s scowl got progressively heavier as Chanyeol almost vibrated against Baekhyun’s back, laughing at Kris.
“Not just for fun,” Chanyeol agreed, butting his head against Baekhyun’s. “All of you.”
“How does that work? How-“
Kris shook his head, not looking away from Baekhyun’s face. “We don’t know. But this is what we both decided. So it’s up to you, if you want. We can talk about it.”
There was space being put between them, inches of distance that left Baekhyun feeling cold rather than reassured as he’d assumed Kris was going for. He didn’t feel pressured. He didn’t think any kind of distance was going to change that.
“The sex I get. Sex is fun. But why…”
Why would they want more than that. Looking at Kris was too much, so he turned and there was Chanyeol, wonky eye and familiar face.
“Someone can get hurt,” Baekhyun said. “It’d be safer if I found someone else.”
“Someone like tonight? You want that more?” And when Baekhyun didn’t respond, Chanyeol looked down at Baekhyun’s neck. “I know I don’t have a right to feel this way, but I agree with Kris. It’s weird to see someone else’s mark on you.”
Baekhyun licked his lips, swallowing hard. “You showed me it could be good.” But there was more to his confession. “It’s been all I could think about.”
And he moaned softly as Chanyeol pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
“We’re both okay. Look,” Chanyeol said.
And Baekhyun had the best view anyone could have hoped for, trapped between them and watching Chanyeol pull Kris’s face closer, their lips meeting. Soft kisses, knowing kisses, Baekhyun inhaling as they pressed tighter against him from either side. He could see the intent play of their tongues, gentle teeth and sucking lips. The way the kiss ended, a soft slid of lips, was fond, familiar, a grin on each mouth before they swerved and pressed simultaneous kisses to both of Baekhyun’s cheeks. It startled him enough to make him laugh, squeezed between them.
It was his choice, his decision to deny or accept. He was half hard, and he could tell Chanyeol was as well, but it wasn’t all about that. If it had been, it wouldn’t have been so difficult. Maybe if he hadn’t liked it so much before, or maybe if he hadn’t had the chance to overthink it.
But he didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted.
“Okay. Okay,” he said, and pulled at Kris’s tank top.
It was a maze of arms, kisses against his neck, and laughter as Chanyeol grabbed both of them and pulled them into the bedroom he and Kris shared. It should’ve made him pause there, too. But he was grateful that the light wasn’t glaring, only the light from the other room spilling in as Kris slid onto the bed, naked, and Baekhyun climbed after him.
“Clothes!” Chanyeol said, like he was scandalized. But Baekhyun was too busy kissing Kris, groping his cock and knowing if it went well, he’d be sucking it before long.
But it wasn’t like he struggled when he felt Chanyeol’s hands across his belly, up his chest. He sat up, arms raising so the shirt could be pulled from him, and gasped as Chanyeol pressed sucking kisses down his spine.
“Ohh,” he moaned, his pants too tight.
“Told you,” Chanyeol said, and tugged at him until he was standing again, until he was pressed against Chanyeol with Chanyeol’s tongue in his mouth - supposedly to take off his pants. But those didn’t come off until Kris kissed his shoulder and undid his zipper from behind him, pushing all the cloth off his hips and then off Chanyeol’s, as Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s face and kissed him.
His lips felt warm and slick, and Chanyeol was smug as Baekhyun nearly swayed when he was let go. The sight of Chanyeol stripping off his shirt certainly distracted him though, hands against all that skin.
“Don’t start without us,” Chanyeol snipped, and Baekhyun looked to where Kris knelt, stroking his cock and watching them. “You promised Baekhyun he could have his way with you.”
“Any time,” Kris said, as he looked down over Baekhyun’s body.
“Me first,” Chanyeol said with glee, and bumped Baekhyun back so he was kneeling in front of Kris.
Before he could even get his arms around Kris’s neck, Kris was kissing him, his hands spread along Baekhyun’s ribs, thumbs sliding over his nipples as Baekhyun moaned. But it was Kris who took over the kisses when Chanyeol climbed onto the bed with them, stroking Baekhyun’s hips, briefly cupping his cock. Baekhyun moaned into Kris’s mouth at the droplets of cool lube that fell against his skin, wet spread against him. And he gasped, nails digging into Kris’s neck as Chanyeol slid not one, but two fingers into him in steady pumps.
“You okay?” Kris asked. And as Baekhyun nodded, ready to babble, Kris peered over his shoulder. “What’d you do?”
“Two fingers. His ass is amazing,” Chanyeol enthused. “Is it good?”
“Uh,” Baekhyun agreed, eyes wild when Kris smiled at him. And his mouth opened as Kris kissed him, his cock throbbing as Chanyeol continued fucking him with his fingers. He thought that almost could’ve been enough, just Chanyeol and Kris’s mouth, as Chanyeol’s fingers pressed wider, forced him to lean into Kris harder.
“Condom ready, captain,” Chanyeol said. “Ready if you are.”
Baekhyun had to think about it a moment, blinking at Kris’s chin and-
“Ready,” Baekhyun said, and marveled at how gone his voice was already. He met Kris’s eyes. “Ready.”
Almost. So close.
“You have no idea how sexy you look, all needy like this,” Kris said. And instead of kissing his mouth, he made swirls on Baekhyun’s sides with his fingers, pressing kisses against the corners of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw - all so he could breathe and moan as Chanyeol’s cock filled him. His breath hissed out as he felt the stretch, but it wasn’t bad, not like it had been the first time even, and Chanyeol had been careful. Maybe almost too careful as Baekhyun tried to press back against him.
“Amazing,” Chanyeol said firmly, and Baekhyun might have flushed if he hadn’t been hot already. “You want Kris now? Or me a bit?”
Baekhyun licked his lips and Kris wouldn’t even meet his eyes, like he wasn’t trying to influence Baekhyun’s decision either way. A condom was passed over Baekhyun’s shoulder, caught between Kris’s fingers as everything paused.
“I’ll do it,” Baekhyun said, and took the packet from Kris’s fingers. He wanted to be involved in every step. And Kris certainly did not protest. Maybe he’d never done it for another guy before, but Baekhyun had the condom thing pretty well down.
He watched Kris’s face as Kris watched his fingers roll the condom down Kris’s cock. He was that hard, just from knowing Baekhyun would be making him come. It was his hand on Kris’s hip that guided him as Kris eased back. No more arms around Kris’s neck, just getting into position so the three of them could be in sync.
“Just be careful of teeth,” Chanyeol oh-so-helpfully put in.
“I’ve gotten more than a couple of blow jobs in my life, Park Chanyeol. I’m not a complete idiot.”
And then he was at eye level with Kris’s cock, braced on the bed, and he sucked in a breath. He looked up as Kris touched his face, a gentle slide of fingers that ended with the barest touch against Baekhyun’s mouth.
“You only have to do what you want,” Kris told him.
He knew. He knew, when he opened his mouth and let the head of Kris’s cock roll against his lips, letting his tongue dart out to feel. He’d taken it in his ass, so there was no problem taking it in his mouth. But it still felt big, the hefty length, solid and swollen. It stretched his jaw, and he curled his tongue around it, feeling his lips close, tightening. He didn’t even take half of it, a sound of shock when he had to stop, Kris’s cock wedged between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. And his eyes closed, a shiver going through him as Kris pulsed against his tongue.
“How does it look?” Chanyeol asked, straining to see, and Baekhyun pulled back at the sudden pressure inside of him from Chanyeol’s movement.
“Gorgeous, how else do you think it looks?” Kris replied, even as Baekhyun swatted back at Chanyeol.
“Do your job. You’ll get your turn.”
Chanyeol’s jaw dropped at that, as Baekhyun knew it would, and Chanyeol wiggled his cock a little deeper as Baekhyun turned back to what he was doing, the cock curving up against Kris’s stomach.
“How’s it feel?” Kris asked. A more relevant question.
“Good. Like…”
He didn’t know. He just knew he liked pressing his lips around the solid warmth, letting it drag against his tongue and fill his mouth. He didn’t have all the textures, all the tastes, but one day- He wondered if he’d like that, too, if they were all safe together, skin to skin. He knew they did not use condoms, not for that. His cock pulsed against Chanyeol’s fingers when he though of Kris coming in his mouth, against his tongue, over his lips, and Kris kissing it from him. He’d imagined it since having sex with them, but it was different when there was a cock in his mouth.
Oh, and one in his ass, as Chanyeol’s hips stuttered, pulling out and pushing in harder than Baekhyun expected.
“Sorry. Sorry,” Chanyeol babbled. “I can’t stay still any more watching you guys.”
Fucked by his best friend while blowing his best friend’s boyfriend. Nothing weird about that. That he was hard against Chanyeol’s fingers told him a lot. So much so that he had to swat at Chanyeol’s hand.
“Not too fast,” he said, his voice husky. “Too soon. You move.”
He didn’t want to come before he’d experienced everything, his mouth moving on Kris’s cock, moans leaving him at the sparks of pleasure from Chanyeol’s fucking. Kris moaned and Baekhyun sucked and urged Kris’s hips to use his mouth, surprised at how erotic the thrust of a cock into his mouth could be.
And Chanyeol’s cock was so deliberate, whether it was slow or urgent, drawing Baekhyun’s focus from how to move his tongue, how to keep himself from being choked. Fucked by one cock and sucking another, his body was throbbing, heart racing. He sucked and moaned and felt his thighs tremble as Chanyeol stroked them and fucked him harder.
He sucked Kris’s cock like he wanted his own sucked, mouth wet with want, wanting more, overwhelmed by the scent of sex and being filled. He moaned in delight and grasped Kris’s ass to pull him closer, and wanted- Wanted-
“Oh fuck,” Kris moaned, and pressed as deep into Baekhyun’s mouth as Baekhyun allowed.
And he came between Baekhyun’s lips. The moans of a man in pleasure, the pain-sweet grasp of Kris’s hand in his hair and the jabs of Kris’s cock as he tried to plant his seed deep.
Baekhyun was gasping as he pulled back, adjusting his jaw and swallowing hard when he saw the proof that he’d just made Kris come with his mouth.
“Good?” Chanyeol asked, his hips slowing as Baekhyun breathed.
“You won’t believe how good his mouth feels,” Kris swore. “Or how sexy he looks doing it. Did you like it?”
It took Baekhyun a moment to realize Kris was asking him, not Chanyeol, and he looked, licking his lips and trying to find the words.
“Yes,” was the word he settled on, and Kris was focused on his mouth. He wanted a kiss. He wanted-
And Chanyeol nearly jerked when Baekhyun’s head swiveled so he could look at Chanyeol.
“Can I suck you, too?” Baekhyun asked.
Chanyeol’s hips stuttered to a halt. “Now?”
He was going to feel empty either way, but he wanted that more. Then he could say he’d done it, made both of them come with his mouth. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah.”
Baekhyun nearly whimpered when Chanyeol pulled away, one condom discarded and his cock hard as he leaned back against the headboard to allow Baekhyun access. There was no hesitation. Baekhyun rolled the condom on himself, feeling the differences in the two cocks just in how they felt under his fingers.
But the real proof came when Baekhyun wrapped his lips around Chanyeol. He was longer, thicker, and Baekhyun couldn’t take as much.
But he tried. He was sucking his second cock ever, able to focus on it alone, and he just barely kept himself from humping the bed. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. Hot and hard and aroused because of him. So he moaned and licked everywhere, the head of Chanyeol’s cock, the sides, running his lips up and down the length of it even as he fingers stroked.
“That’s so hot,” Chanyeol whispered, and Baekhyun didn’t know if he spoke to Kris or to him.
“Do you swallow?” Baekhyun asked, his lips smarting as he looked up at Chanyeol. He kept stroking, and Chanyeol at first didn’t seem to understand Baekhyun’s question.
“Oh. Yes,” Chanyeol said fervently, staring at Baekhyun like he was a tasty morsel.
He didn’t say “I wonder if I’d like to, too,” but the way he lowered his head and began to suck surely said something. He imagined that it wasn’t only Chanyeol’s orgasm he was working toward, but also to taste it.
His best friend was going to orgasm because of him, while his boyfriend watched. The boyfriend who’d come for Baekhyun too, because he’d enjoyed Baekhyun’s mouth. It was almost too hot to imagine, squeezing Chanyeol’s cock and sucking as though he could draw it out of him.
Chanyeol didn’t grab at him and thrust. His thighs went rock solid and stiff, breath coming in ragged gasps as Baekhyun stroked his balls and felt him quiver.
“Ahh,” Chanyeol moaned. “Ahh. I- I- Ah!”
On a gasp, Chanyeol came, and Baekhyun swallowed around him, living his fantasy if only halfway.
But he had to pull away, breathing hard. His jaw was even more sore then, his lips too tender, and tongue tired. Chanyeol was sprawled back like he’d been knocked there, face goofy as he basked in his enjoyment.
“It’s not possible for you to get better at that,” Chanyeol swore.
“We’ll see,” he retorted, but with a grin.
Unless he walked out of their room hating himself, he couldn’t see it being a one time thing. Or two times, if he counted both their cocks. Even if it wasn’t with them, maybe it’d be with someone.
“Your turn now,” Kris said, and manhandled him over.
He was almost dizzy as his back hit the mattress, hips shifting with encouragement as Kris’s fingertips skimmed his cock. It was Chanyeol’s arm he clutched as Kris rolled a condom onto him, the ceiling he goggled at as he was finally on the receiving end.
His hips and the arm Kris had planted over him were at war, trying to thrust up, get more, and more when Kris seemed to be teasing him with strokes of his tongue and gentle tugs of lips.
It felt like he caught on fire when one of Kris’s slick fingers slid into him.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, digging his nails into Chanyeol’s skin.
The second finger had his shoulders going tight, moaning at the ceiling as Kris kept him too near an edge, gave him too much pleasure to contemplate, too much to feel. More of Kris’s fingers, or maybe more of Kris sucking his cock, or maybe more of both together. Or maybe-
“Are you hard?” Baekhyun nearly wailed, using the adrenaline rush to raise his head and meet Kris’s eyes as his head rose.
“Yeah,” Kris said, husky, and saying exactly what Baekhyun wanted to hear.
“Fuck me. No, you don’t have to finish, just- Fuck. Come on,” he demanded.
“Wow,” he heard Chanyeol say, but he was focused, grasping Kris’s arm and yanking at him. No more teasing, no more waiting. He stripped the condom off of himself as Kris fumbled one on with some help from Chanyeol.
He moaned and pressed his thighs wide to take all of Kris’s cock. All of Kris, too, pulling him so he was close over Baekhyun’s body, so that when Kris began to pull out, Baekhyun’s legs wrapped around him to help pull him back in.
He’d been fucked and sucked two cocks, been teased. He was ready to get off.
“Faster. Don’t stop,” Baekhyun demanded.
He could feel Chanyeol’s eyes on him, would have looked had it not meant letting the stiffness out of his neck. It was all he could do to hold himself there and breathe, the heat of Kris’s body above him, the urgent thrust of his cock all he’d wanted. He imagined Chanyeol above him and it made his cock twitch, almost writhing as Kris tilted his hips a little more. There were lips sucking at his neck, a hand rubbing his chest, and he felt like he was drowning.
Every slide of Kris’s cock caused prickles of pleasure, air struggling into his lungs as Chanyeol moved down the bed.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun bleated. “Oh my g-“
Chanyeol’s hand, slick and tight, gripped his cock, as Kris fucked him. Kris’s hips were faster, rougher, and he wanted to hold on just a moment more, if he could just live the fuck a moment more- He wailed and bucked and came over his belly. It was near to pain as Kris kept fucking him, gasping for air as Kris moaned and came.
As Kris heaved in great breaths, a snippet of embarrassment was hidden under a giant cushion of satisfaction.
“Wow,” Chanyeol said again, and Kris chuckled, like he was trying to laugh from underwater.
Baekhyun wondered why Chanyeol’s eyes closed when Baekhyun stroked his face. He’d done good. They’d all done good. And holy shit, he squeaked when Kris pulled out of him, punching Chanyeol’s shoulder instead at the laugh that burst out of him. Kris nuzzled against the side of his face, and the arranging they did was more for form, all limbs on the bed, just enough blanket. He was going to need to get up, but not right then. He’d stay a while. Probably. He wanted a drink, but he could deal.
He’d blown them both. Huh.
“I liked that a lot,” he mused out loud, and got a grin from one side, and a hand squeezing his hip from the other.
He felt Kris kiss the back of his shoulder, and he blew a strand of Chanyeol’s hair off of his nose, and succumbed to sleep.
***
When the bed shifted, Baekhyun roused to consciousness, but it didn’t move enough for someone to have actually left it. It was a sixth sense, probably, since he could still hear Kris rumbling in his sleep to his right.
“Are you being creepy and staring at me?” Baekhyun whispered.
“Maybe?” Chanyeol whispered back, confirming his suspicion. And Chanyeol rather rudely reached over and poked Kris until he was awake too, because apparently no one could sleep while Chanyeol was awake. He was still rather naked, sprawled between them. He was surprisingly okay with that, given the fact that the boundaries they’d sort of started drawing were about as defined as lines in sand with the tide about to come in. It was sex. It was more than that. It was something no one knew.
“So,” Baekhyun said. And no one else seemed to want to jump in. He just needed a little more. Anything, really. If it was just sex, he wasn’t just going to spend the night in their bed. There had to be a firm line somewhere. “So this is a thing we’re going to do sometimes?”
“We didn’t want it to be a one-time thing,” Chanyeol said, lips twisting to the side. “We hoped you knew that.”
“How was I supposed to know?” Baekhyun demanded. “You jumped me in bed, and then your eyebrows were all I heard after.”
“That was my fault,” Kris told him. “Chanyeol wanted to-“
“Ask you out!” Chanyeol said, several decibels too loudly in Baekhyun’s ear.
“But you seemed freaked out that morning, so I thought it was better to give you time so we weren’t pushing you too fast. And then you were trying to date.”
There was such resigned bewilderment in Kris’s voice at that that Baekhyun nearly laughed. They were hopeless, all of them.
“He has a crush on you,” Chanyeol said, nudging his head against Baekhyun’s. “And I’ve been in love with you since I can remember. And, surprise. We’re kind of into your body.”
Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he or Kris laughed first, but Chanyeol smacked at both of them.
“So it’s not just sex,” Baekhyun said. “You could’ve said that before.”
“Didn’t we? I thought we did.”
Baekhyun waved his hand, dismissing the statement. “Whatever. You’re just thinking about what we’re going to do next time.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Chanyeol!”
“What! Kris, stop laughing! You should hear the filthy- You on top-“
They tickled Chanyeol until he was crying with it, and Baekhyun finally got his own pajamas after showering, smug beyond all reason as he downed water with still-tender lips.
He stopped in their doorway, half intending to say goodnight as he watched Kris fiddle with his phone and Chanyeol sprawl.
Of course, that was when Chanyeol spotted him and flung out an arm, invitation, like there was a Baekhyun-shaped spot on the bed that needed filling. Kris’s smile was welcoming, and Chanyeol smelled like a jelly bean for some reason. There weren’t goodnight kisses or declarations, just Chanyeol yawning in his ear as he reeled Baekhyun in millimeters at a time, and muttering about this or that he needed to do the next day as Kris grunted in agreement.
But when the light turned off, Baekhyun knew he was supposed to be right where he was.
***