[oneshot] nut up or shut up
Title: nut up or shut up
Pairing: baekhyun/d.o
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: this was supposed to be for d.o's birthday but i couldn't finish in time and also lost steam??? so, happy belated, kidlet n__n 1,290 words.
The couch dips beneath Baekhyun's weight. A deliberate knee settles against Kyungsoo's thigh, and he doesn't have to ask; he already knows. Baekhyun has a tell-well, he has a lot of tells, but the worst one is when he glues himself to someone's side until they give in, as if mere proximity will make them do what he wants. Kyungsoo keeps his eyes on the television and thumbs the remote control. He'd been wondering when Baekhyun was going to try him.
"What makes you think I even want to sleep with you?"
Out of the corner of his eye he can see Baekhyun's mouth lifting. Whenever he's this close, Kyungsoo notices everything: the intent tiptoe of his fingers along the slope of Kyungsoo's shoulder, curling with purpose at the nape of his neck, the thin web of his double-lids as he looks down. The shower goes off. Chanyeol's deep voice rumbles in the kitchen. Jongin's head, pillowed on the cushion to Kyungsoo's right, slides further down from where he's fallen asleep watching TV. And then Baekhyun leans closer, fingers pinching a bit of skin right along Kyungsoo's hairline. Kyungsoo inhales sharply. Baekhyun widens his grin, legs falling apart, and says, posturing at its finest, "Everyone wants to sleep with me."
Kyungsoo opens his mouth. For a second, nothing comes out. Baekhyun pulls back, all pretenses gone. It's the sudden loss of heat that makes Kyungsoo exhale and follow its source, not the proposition on the table, but Baekhyun smirks like it's all him anyway.
"Come on, birthday boy," he says. "Let's go." He stands and shakes himself out, neck cracking. He leaves the bedroom door open.
"Bye, hyung," Sehun says idly, like it's a foregone conclusion. He snatches the remote control out of Kyungsoo's hand and wiggles his fingers. Kyungsoo sends him a look that he hopes conveys the depth of his dismay and Sehun actually rears his head back before smiling, eyes disappearing behind his lashes.
Baekhyun's already half-undressed by the time the door clicks behind Kyungsoo's back. He wedges a chair underneath the doorknob just in case and crosses over to the bed in three long steps, puts a hand in between Baekhyun's shoulders and pushes him down. Baekhyun's face bounces off the sheets, a hiss of air escaping through his teeth. From the bit of his mouth Kyungsoo can still see, Baekhyun's still grinning.
"If we're doing this," Kyungsoo says, "we're doing it my way."
"Whatever you like," Baekhyun concedes easily. "I'm pretty flexible." Kyungsoo drags them further up the bed and Baekhyun goes boneless with his face smashed into the pillow. He turns back to watch Kyungsoo take his shirt off with one hand. "You know, I wasn't sure what you were into but this suits me fine-"
"The first thing I'd like you to do is be quiet," Kyungsoo says mildly.
Baekhyun laughs. "No promises," he says. Kyungsoo dips his head and bites the gentle curve of Baekhyun's shoulder blade, teeth scraping against the smooth jut of bone, and Baekhyun's laugh cuts off into surprised yelp. "Oh. Biter, huh?"
Kyungsoo rises off him and smiles. He tugs Baekhyun's boxers the rest of the way down and drops them on the floor. "Having second thoughts?"
Baekhyun's eyes flash. "Hell no." He reaches back, grabs Kyungsoo's hand and pulls it to his neck himself, canines glinting in the dark.
Kyungsoo holds it there. His other hand winds beneath Baekhyun's torso to jerk him off, quick, perfunctory.
Baekhyun makes a frustrated noise. He really can't stop talking, not even here, with Kyungsoo's thumb cresting the head of his dick and his palm rubbing along the hard shaft. In between pants Baekhyun keeps running his mouth-"This is a little backwards, isn't it? I should be getting you off, right? Don't you want me to-?"
"Will you just-" Kyungsoo flips him over and presses their mouths together, blows hot air down Baekhyun's throat until he coughs around it. His leg hooks behind Kyungsoo's knee and tugs him closer, tongue straining up to slide past Kyungsoo's teeth, and then it turns into something a little less perfunctory. Baekhyun isn't a bad kisser, but he hurries. He's impatient. But Kyungsoo's hand is still clenched around him; he squeezes hard and Baekhyun's head falls back, hips bucking up so that his dick slides further into the circle of Kyungsoo's fingers, a string of saliva trailing out past the pout of his lips.
"I can't believe that worked," Baekhyun says. "You're easy." His tongue comes out when Kyungsoo frowns. He spits in his hand and slips it down Kyungsoo's stomach to palm leisurely at his cock, grins again as Kyungsoo stiffens against his fingers. "So?"
"Make it quick," Kyungsoo says. "We're going out later."
Baekhyun's eyes narrow. "Bet I can make you come first, even with your head start," he says, and it's the worst kind of schoolyard taunt, all the way down to the way his mouth stretches to display all his teeth. Something about Baekhyun just makes people rise to his bait.
"Fine," Kyungsoo says. His grip goes tighter and Baekhyun gasps. "But you aren't allowed to say anything."
"Nice corollary," Baekhyun says, rolling his eyes. Kyungsoo gives him a Look. Baekhyun mimes zipping his mouth shut and twists a hand around the tip of Kyungsoo's hard-on, delicate fingers worrying just beneath the head. Kyungsoo falls face-first into the pillow with a low groan.
Baekhyun lets out a brief huff of amusement. Both of his hands are working at Kyungsoo's dick now, one curling at the base, the other dragging up its length. Even when he's giving a handjob Baekhyun's infuriatingly self-assured. Kyungsoo topples over on his side so he can reach down with his other hand and grab Baekhyun's balls.
Baekhyun's leg goes rigid behind Kyungsoo's knee, his hips stuttering forward, and Kyungsoo has a moment to feel a bit proud for being able to reduce Baekhyun to this, but then Baekhyun's ripping himself out of Kyungsoo's grasp and scooting down.
"What are you doing?"
Baekhyun flashes a smile at him, face hovering over Kyungsoo's crotch. The tip of his tongue glides over a canine and then runs along the length of his upper lip, leaves it filmy and wet.
"Wait," he says, stomach tensing with expectation, but it's too late. Baekhyun already has half of Kyungsoo's cock shoved into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as his head bobs down. Kyungsoo's hands slide into his hair and pull on instinct, and Baekhyun groans, appreciative, the sound thrumming from Kyungsoo's groin to pang in his abdomen. "This isn't-fair-"
He can feel Baekhyun smiling around his dick. He slams his face all the way down, tongue pressed underneath Kyungsoo's cock, breathes noisily in through his nose as Kyungsoo's helpless hand urges his head in closer-and Kyungsoo spills down his throat, a long moan torn out of his mouth.
Baekhyun lets him slip out with a loud pop. Licks his lips with a pleased expression. He's going to be insufferable. Kyungsoo yanks him up again, hand reaching for his dick to jerk him off at a punishing pace, Baekhyun's wrecked whine muffled into Kyungsoo's neck. He comes all over Kyungsoo's knuckles, fingers digging into Kyungsoo's forearm.
"I think we all won here," he says later, as Kyungsoo's getting dressed again.
Kyungsoo snorts. He makes a slingshot of Baekhyun's boxers and aims them at his head. "You're a cheater." He flexes his arm and grimaces. "Cut your nails."
"You can tell me what to do when you win," Baekhyun says, raising an eyebrow. "Next time, maybe." Kyungsoo's traitorous stomach swoops. He forces it down, wipes residual sweat off his face with a towel and tosses it at Baekhyun's head, too.
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/d.o
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: this was supposed to be for d.o's birthday but i couldn't finish in time and also lost steam??? so, happy belated, kidlet n__n 1,290 words.
The couch dips beneath Baekhyun's weight. A deliberate knee settles against Kyungsoo's thigh, and he doesn't have to ask; he already knows. Baekhyun has a tell-well, he has a lot of tells, but the worst one is when he glues himself to someone's side until they give in, as if mere proximity will make them do what he wants. Kyungsoo keeps his eyes on the television and thumbs the remote control. He'd been wondering when Baekhyun was going to try him.
"What makes you think I even want to sleep with you?"
Out of the corner of his eye he can see Baekhyun's mouth lifting. Whenever he's this close, Kyungsoo notices everything: the intent tiptoe of his fingers along the slope of Kyungsoo's shoulder, curling with purpose at the nape of his neck, the thin web of his double-lids as he looks down. The shower goes off. Chanyeol's deep voice rumbles in the kitchen. Jongin's head, pillowed on the cushion to Kyungsoo's right, slides further down from where he's fallen asleep watching TV. And then Baekhyun leans closer, fingers pinching a bit of skin right along Kyungsoo's hairline. Kyungsoo inhales sharply. Baekhyun widens his grin, legs falling apart, and says, posturing at its finest, "Everyone wants to sleep with me."
Kyungsoo opens his mouth. For a second, nothing comes out. Baekhyun pulls back, all pretenses gone. It's the sudden loss of heat that makes Kyungsoo exhale and follow its source, not the proposition on the table, but Baekhyun smirks like it's all him anyway.
"Come on, birthday boy," he says. "Let's go." He stands and shakes himself out, neck cracking. He leaves the bedroom door open.
"Bye, hyung," Sehun says idly, like it's a foregone conclusion. He snatches the remote control out of Kyungsoo's hand and wiggles his fingers. Kyungsoo sends him a look that he hopes conveys the depth of his dismay and Sehun actually rears his head back before smiling, eyes disappearing behind his lashes.
Baekhyun's already half-undressed by the time the door clicks behind Kyungsoo's back. He wedges a chair underneath the doorknob just in case and crosses over to the bed in three long steps, puts a hand in between Baekhyun's shoulders and pushes him down. Baekhyun's face bounces off the sheets, a hiss of air escaping through his teeth. From the bit of his mouth Kyungsoo can still see, Baekhyun's still grinning.
"If we're doing this," Kyungsoo says, "we're doing it my way."
"Whatever you like," Baekhyun concedes easily. "I'm pretty flexible." Kyungsoo drags them further up the bed and Baekhyun goes boneless with his face smashed into the pillow. He turns back to watch Kyungsoo take his shirt off with one hand. "You know, I wasn't sure what you were into but this suits me fine-"
"The first thing I'd like you to do is be quiet," Kyungsoo says mildly.
Baekhyun laughs. "No promises," he says. Kyungsoo dips his head and bites the gentle curve of Baekhyun's shoulder blade, teeth scraping against the smooth jut of bone, and Baekhyun's laugh cuts off into surprised yelp. "Oh. Biter, huh?"
Kyungsoo rises off him and smiles. He tugs Baekhyun's boxers the rest of the way down and drops them on the floor. "Having second thoughts?"
Baekhyun's eyes flash. "Hell no." He reaches back, grabs Kyungsoo's hand and pulls it to his neck himself, canines glinting in the dark.
Kyungsoo holds it there. His other hand winds beneath Baekhyun's torso to jerk him off, quick, perfunctory.
Baekhyun makes a frustrated noise. He really can't stop talking, not even here, with Kyungsoo's thumb cresting the head of his dick and his palm rubbing along the hard shaft. In between pants Baekhyun keeps running his mouth-"This is a little backwards, isn't it? I should be getting you off, right? Don't you want me to-?"
"Will you just-" Kyungsoo flips him over and presses their mouths together, blows hot air down Baekhyun's throat until he coughs around it. His leg hooks behind Kyungsoo's knee and tugs him closer, tongue straining up to slide past Kyungsoo's teeth, and then it turns into something a little less perfunctory. Baekhyun isn't a bad kisser, but he hurries. He's impatient. But Kyungsoo's hand is still clenched around him; he squeezes hard and Baekhyun's head falls back, hips bucking up so that his dick slides further into the circle of Kyungsoo's fingers, a string of saliva trailing out past the pout of his lips.
"I can't believe that worked," Baekhyun says. "You're easy." His tongue comes out when Kyungsoo frowns. He spits in his hand and slips it down Kyungsoo's stomach to palm leisurely at his cock, grins again as Kyungsoo stiffens against his fingers. "So?"
"Make it quick," Kyungsoo says. "We're going out later."
Baekhyun's eyes narrow. "Bet I can make you come first, even with your head start," he says, and it's the worst kind of schoolyard taunt, all the way down to the way his mouth stretches to display all his teeth. Something about Baekhyun just makes people rise to his bait.
"Fine," Kyungsoo says. His grip goes tighter and Baekhyun gasps. "But you aren't allowed to say anything."
"Nice corollary," Baekhyun says, rolling his eyes. Kyungsoo gives him a Look. Baekhyun mimes zipping his mouth shut and twists a hand around the tip of Kyungsoo's hard-on, delicate fingers worrying just beneath the head. Kyungsoo falls face-first into the pillow with a low groan.
Baekhyun lets out a brief huff of amusement. Both of his hands are working at Kyungsoo's dick now, one curling at the base, the other dragging up its length. Even when he's giving a handjob Baekhyun's infuriatingly self-assured. Kyungsoo topples over on his side so he can reach down with his other hand and grab Baekhyun's balls.
Baekhyun's leg goes rigid behind Kyungsoo's knee, his hips stuttering forward, and Kyungsoo has a moment to feel a bit proud for being able to reduce Baekhyun to this, but then Baekhyun's ripping himself out of Kyungsoo's grasp and scooting down.
"What are you doing?"
Baekhyun flashes a smile at him, face hovering over Kyungsoo's crotch. The tip of his tongue glides over a canine and then runs along the length of his upper lip, leaves it filmy and wet.
"Wait," he says, stomach tensing with expectation, but it's too late. Baekhyun already has half of Kyungsoo's cock shoved into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as his head bobs down. Kyungsoo's hands slide into his hair and pull on instinct, and Baekhyun groans, appreciative, the sound thrumming from Kyungsoo's groin to pang in his abdomen. "This isn't-fair-"
He can feel Baekhyun smiling around his dick. He slams his face all the way down, tongue pressed underneath Kyungsoo's cock, breathes noisily in through his nose as Kyungsoo's helpless hand urges his head in closer-and Kyungsoo spills down his throat, a long moan torn out of his mouth.
Baekhyun lets him slip out with a loud pop. Licks his lips with a pleased expression. He's going to be insufferable. Kyungsoo yanks him up again, hand reaching for his dick to jerk him off at a punishing pace, Baekhyun's wrecked whine muffled into Kyungsoo's neck. He comes all over Kyungsoo's knuckles, fingers digging into Kyungsoo's forearm.
"I think we all won here," he says later, as Kyungsoo's getting dressed again.
Kyungsoo snorts. He makes a slingshot of Baekhyun's boxers and aims them at his head. "You're a cheater." He flexes his arm and grimaces. "Cut your nails."
"You can tell me what to do when you win," Baekhyun says, raising an eyebrow. "Next time, maybe." Kyungsoo's traitorous stomach swoops. He forces it down, wipes residual sweat off his face with a towel and tosses it at Baekhyun's head, too.
fin