[oneshot] baby, you're a perfect ten
Title: baby, you're a perfect ten
Pairing: baekhyun/everyone
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex, mild dubcon (specific kinks: bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, snowballing, rimming, bukkake)
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: it's baekhyun's birthday; ergo, gangbang. 3,965 words.
Baekhyun's feet haven't felt this sore since Jaewon was first teaching him how to dance three years ago. Now, training for the musical, the prevailing method of instruction still seems to be exposure therapy: repeat the same move ad infinitum, day in and day out, and the whole routine will be drilled into your head in no time. Figures he'd have to learn how to tap dance for his first lead role. After doing fluid EXO choreography in sneakers all year, dancing in tap shoes is like chaining weights to his ankles and then telling him to fly.
His soles start cramping on the van ride back to the dorm. "Augh," he says, gingerly slipping his feet out of his shoes. He tilts sideways and braces his heels against the window, pulls on his toes to relieve the arches.
Seunghwan peers over his shoulder at the loud shuffle of Baekhyun's acrobatics and snorts at his nasal whine. "Eat more bananas," he advises. "Potassium gets rid of muscle cramps."
"Can I sub banana milk in?" Baekhyun groans, flopping over the armrest.
Seunghwan rolls his eyes and turns around again. "Sorry, kid. Banana milk has zero potassium content."
By the time the van pulls up to their building, the ache's delocalized, crawled halfway up his legs so that his calves twinge with every step he takes. Baekhyun hobbles out of the van and ducks inside, leans heavily against the railing the entire elevator ride up. Having the day off for his birthday doesn't mean much if he'll barely be able to make it out of bed in the morning. He might as well just sleep all day.
The dorm's quiet. Chanyeol's away for the night filming for his roommate show, and Sehun's probably out with Tao. Joonmyun meets him at the door. His brow furrows at the tentative way Baekhyun treads inside. "It's just the tap dancing," Baekhyun says, waving him off, but he can't hide his wince when he slides his shoes off again and flexes his toes. "I'll be fine. Just need some rest."
He should shower, probably, but the bed's too soft when he collapses face-first into it. He's just managed to slither out of his hoodie and tank shirt when a knock comes on the open door.
"What?" he mutters.
"Joonmyun-hyung said you looked bad." The mattress dips with Jongin's weight. "How was rehearsal?"
Baekhyun tucks his chin over his shoulder with effort and yawns. "Wrapped preliminary ballet training, moved on to tap today. It sucked." He tries to raise his legs from the knees and gets about halfway up before they flop back down like limp noodles. "Those shoes are killer."
Jongin chews on his lip, fingers plucking at Baekhyun's bedspread. "I can teach you how to stretch better," he offers. "It helps with my back."
"Sweet of you," Baekhyun says. He lets his head drop down so his face mashes against the pillow again. "Not really my back that's the problem, hm?"
Jongin scoots down the bed with a rustle and then there are fingers peeling his socks away. He hefts Baekhyun's ankle in a hand and balances it in his lap. A thumb begins working itself into the arch of his foot.
Baekhyun stiffens. "Oh, come on. Don't, my feet are gross-" Jongin's thumb hits a knot and the cramp threatens to come back, muscle teetering on the brink of a world of pain, and Baekhyun's voice fades into a high gasp. Jongin presses in more insistently, other hand braced against Baekhyun's toes to stretch the arch out, and the tense knot loosens. He starts breathing again. "So is this your fetish? You got a weird thing for feet?" Baekhyun asks, laughing into his pillow. "I thought it was just the socks you didn't like." Jongin makes an indignant noise and knees Baekhyun's calf, but his hands stay on Baekhyun's feet, firm around the heel and kneading against the sole.
"You have plans for tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Baekhyun says.
Jongin's fingers pause for a moment before inching up to massage his calves. "Anything interesting?"
"Nope," Baekhyun replies, head pleasantly fuzzy. "I'm going to sleep all day."
"Oh," Jongin says, amused. "Sounds nice."
"Glad you approve."
Jongin starts mumbling something about hamstring stretches. Baekhyun is about to doze off when Kyungsoo's voice breaks in from the door. "Have you eaten?" he asks briskly. "There's leftover japchae from dinner."
"I'm fine," Baekhyun says. His feet are so warm. "There was catering at practice." He cracks an eye open to glance at Kyungsoo. "Are you being nice to me because it's my birthday tomorrow?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kyungsoo says, turning on his heel, and Jongin chuckles. It's the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.
Baekhyun wakes up with someone sitting on him. For a second he thinks maybe he just way underestimated how sore he was going to be from yesterday's experiments in tap dancing, but no-that's definitely someone's butt planted against his lower back. He should know. He's made a pretty good study of butt shapes.
"Get off me," he grumbles.
"Okay," Jongdae says, and heaves him over like a sack of potatoes.
It takes Baekhyun another minute to realize one of his hands has been tied to the headboard. "The fuck are you doing," he says, craning his neck up and trying the knot with his wrist. It's one of the Growl ties. No give at all. In the time it takes to register, Jongdae's got his other hand tied up opposite. His face swims into view and grins at him.
"You hungry? Want breakfast?"
Baekhyun tugs absently on the bonds. "What are you gonna do, feed me?"
"Maybe," Jongdae says, shrugging. "You should eat, though. You're going to want your energy."
Baekhyun shakes the residual sleep from his head and scowls. "Why does it feel like everyone's trying to fatten me up? What is this?"
"Your birthday present," Jongdae says, patting his cheek, and snatches his hand back before Baekhyun's teeth can snap around his fingers. "I'll get you some food."
Baekhyun exhales grumpily. No one else is in the room. Sehun's bed's unmade and his towel's gone, so he's probably in the shower. He can hear Joonmyun outside, voice rising over the microwave and the clicking of chopsticks. He really isn't all that hungry, honestly, but he's too awake now to fall back asleep. He starts doing those hamstring stretches Jongin was talking about last night, feeling the burn in his calves ease up in increments as he rolls his ankles.
Speak of the devil. "How do your feet feel?" Jongin asks, lounging against the frame of the door. He's only in his boxers, toweling his hair dry. Baekhyun blinks the gumminess out of his eyes. He could use a shower.
"Better, thanks," he says. "Can you get me out of this? I want to wash up."
Jongin chews on a fingernail and shakes his head. "Sorry, hyung."
Baekhyun narrows his eyes. "What do you mean, sorry?"
Jongin uses the heel of his foot to close the door behind him. Discards the towel on Sehun's bed and climbs onto Baekhyun's, dripping between Baekhyun's legs.
"I get first dibs, since I was the one who had to deal with your stinky feet yesterday," Jongin says. He laughs when Baekhyun's jaw drops.
"Hey," Baekhyun snaps, "I told you they were gross. Touching them was your decision."
"Don't be mad, hyung." Jongin tucks his fingers into the waistband of Baekhyun's sweats and boxers and drags them down around his knees. Baekhyun tries to prop himself up on his elbows but the bed's too wide and the bonds on his wrists are too tight for him to gain any real traction, and then Jongin's mouth is on his dick.
"Ah, shit," he mutters, flopping back against the wood. Jongin sucks on the tip for a minute and moves slowly down, licking at the underside until Baekhyun stiffens in his mouth, Baekhyun's thighs squeezing around his head. Jongin pulls a condom from God knows where, pulls back for a moment to roll it on, and then resumes sucking him off at his leisure. Baekhyun hits the back of his throat at the same time Jongin's nose nudges against his stomach. He arches up into the warm wetness of Jongin's mouth and groans as Jongin's cheeks hollow out.
That's when Jongin bobs off again, smacking his lips, and starts sliding a tie around Baekhyun's dick.
"Are you kidding?" Baekhyun bites out, trying to buck him off. Jongin braces an arm against Baekhyun's waist and finishes securing the knot around the base of his erection, just tight enough for his dick to throb all the way up to the tip.
"If it makes you feel better, hyung," Jongin says, hopping off the bed and shucking his underwear, "it wasn't my idea."
"Oh, yeah," Baekhyun pants, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "That's really comforting."
Jongin hops to the cabinets next to Joonmyun's bed and starts poking around.
Baekhyun swallows hard at the way Jongin's ass jiggles, the lean muscles of his back rippling as he rummages through the drawers. Takes a long moment to find his voice again. "Second drawer, top right corner, beneath the socks," he calls crossly, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Jongin slides the cabinet open and unearths the bottle of lube. He pads back to the bed like a big cat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.
This time, he straddles Baekhyun's waist.
"You're too big for this, you know," Baekhyun remarks. Jongin's half-hard already. He pumps himself a couple of times and then slicks Baekhyun up, fingers twisting around the shaft. Jongin's erection leaves a sticky trail of precum on the soft skin of Baekhyun's belly. "You're going to crush me."
"You're such a whiner, hyung," Jongin murmurs, and sits down on his dick.
Baekhyun sighs, thrusting up into it. Jongin leans over and kisses him, tongue barging into Baekhyun's mouth with as little finesse as possible, sloppy and wet. The door flies open as Jongin slams himself down again and Baekhyun struggles to keep his eyes open, hands fisting in the air, thighs trembling beneath Jongin's full weight.
"You started already?" Jongdae asks, sounding vaguely incredulous. He has a breakfast sandwich balanced on a plate in his hands. "God. You're so rude, Jongin. You should've called me-I mean, you forgot the blindfold and everything."
Jongin makes a noise of acknowledgement at the same time Baekhyun pulls away and gasps, with a deep sense of foreboding, "What blindfold?"
Of course it's another one of the fucking Growl ties. He's beginning to hate those things. Jongdae beams broadly and knots it behind Baekhyun's head. A bit of ambient light filters in from beneath the bottom edge, where the tie's pulled too taut over his nose.
Jongin's hands splay out on Baekhyun's chest, his thighs trembling against Baekhyun's ribcage. Baekhyun rolls his hips and Jongin clenches around Baekhyun's erection, ass slapping against the seam where Baekhyun's legs meet his pelvis. Baekhyun imagines the way Jongin must look, slick and sweaty and sinking down on his dick, swallowing Baekhyun entirely, and feels his hard-on strain against the stupid tie.
His head falls back against the board, and then someone else's fingers are twisting in his hair. "Hey," Jongdae says, smoothing a hand along Baekhyun's jaw. "Birthday boy. Show me some love."
Baekhyun's mouth is already open. The mattress dips as Jongdae kneels and guides the tip of his dick between Baekhyun's lips. The angle is weird as hell but Baekhyun stretches his mouth as wide as it'll go and sucks, breathing in noisily through his nose. Jongdae fucks into his mouth so hard Baekhyun gags, coughing around Jongdae's dick, saliva dripping down his chin.
His neck's starting to ache when two small hands force his legs further apart. Baekhyun makes a muffled sound of surprise and accidentally scrapes his top teeth against Jongdae's dick. "Jesus Christ," Jongdae whines, "watch it," but he thrusts deeper, hands tightening in Baekhyun's hair. After two more sucks he's coming down Baekhyun's throat, the headboard shaking as something-Jongdae's head, maybe, or shoulder-knocks into it.
A thin finger glides up Baekhyun's ass as Jongin grinds down on his dick. "Move up, Jongin," comes Kyungsoo's voice, floating up from the foot of the bed. Jongin obliges, leaning down so his plump lips skate across Baekhyun's neck. Someone's thumb pushes at his jaw and Baekhyun's mouth falls open, sticky with semen.
"Second breakfast?" Chanyeol says out of nowhere.
Baekhyun exhales harshly through his nose. "When the fuck-did you get here?"
Chanyeol lets out a long, annoying laugh. Kyungsoo, or whoever else is down there, fits two fingers up Baekhyun's ass. Baekhyun's spine arches off the bed as he clenches around them. He can hear the erratic schlick of Jongin's palm against his erection as he rocks in Baekhyun's lap, and then Chanyeol's speaking over the noise again. "You didn't think I would miss this?"
Baekhyun's toes curl as Jongin lurches down on his dick and comes all over his stomach. He doesn't get the chance to react before probably-Kyungsoo bends his legs at the knees and bottoms-out inside him in one fluid motion. Baekhyun lets out a loud sob as Kyungsoo pushes into him, rough and fast. He doesn't let up until Baekhyun's breath is fluttering in his chest, as if a hummingbird's caught in his lungs.
Full, chapped lips cover his mouth. Baekhyun moans into them, feet twitching against the sheets. Jongdae's jizz is still on his tongue. Jongin's is drying on his stomach and Baekhyun feels filthy, damp with perspiration and sore as hell, the skin at his wrists rubbed raw from the ties, his neglected erection twitching with Kyungsoo's every thrust. He isn't even doing any of the work and he feels like he could pass out like this, trussed up against the headboard and laid out to dry.
A considering finger drags up the underside of Baekhyun's dick. "Grower, huh?" Chanyeol says, letting him slap back against his stomach. "Aw, look. What a pretty little bow."
"Go fuck yourself," Baekhyun wheezes.
"Sure," Chanyeol says. Hands brace against Baekhyun's shoulders. Chanyeol slides down onto Baekhyun's cock as maybe-Kyungsoo squeezes Baekhyun's thigh so tight his nails feel like they're leaving permanent indentations in his skin. He pulls out a moment later, and Baekhyun clenches his ass on air. Hit it and quit it, he thinks, half-hysterical. How very like Kyungsoo.
Chanyeol leans forward and licks Baekhyun's mouth clean with big swipes of his tongue. He isn't at graceful with his movements as Jongin is but Baekhyun's too strung out to care, shifting his hips up to meet Chanyeol's downward grinding. "Let me come," Baekhyun says, voice cracking, and Chanyeol laughs.
"Bit early for that," he says, but Baekhyun can feel it building up his legs, stomach tightening. His wrists tug at the ties and his eyes roll back behind the blindfold as the orgasm ripples through his stiff muscles, mouth stretched open in a silent shout.
"Shit," he hears Chanyeol saying when he comes down from it. "I think he came dry."
"Can we make him do it again?" asks a new voice. Sehun, Baekhyun registers faintly. Chanyeol resumes fucking himself on Baekhyun's dick, fingers dancing up the keyboard of his ribcage. Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut. "Hi, hyung. I heard you were giving out free blowjobs." He laughs at his own joke.
"Maknae," Baekhyun croaks. "Untie me."
"Sooooorry," Sehun singsongs. He snickers when Baekhyun pushes his lower lip out. "Happy birthday, though."
"Where's your gift?" Baekhyun asks wearily. He hiccups when Chanyeol clamps down on him and stripes his torso, teeth sinking into Baekhyun's neck, mouth sucking something heated into his skin. "That was fast," Baekhyun rasps, and grins when Chanyeol reaches up and pushes his face into the pillow. "I guess I'm-just that good."
"You should be a cumdump more often," Chanyeol retorts, trying to catch his breath. "You look thoroughly used. It fits you."
Baekhyun opens his mouth to reply and Sehun's long dick fills it instead. He's too tired to do much but let Sehun jackhammer into his mouth, jaw slack and aching, face wet with a mix of semen and saliva. Someone's running a hand through the drying stickiness on his stomach and shoving himself into Baekhyun, dick slamming up into his prostate, fingers bruising Baekhyun's pelvis. His dick pulses painfully, untouched against his stomach, the tie around the base tight as ever.
It's not until whoever's fucking him giggles that Baekhyun recognizes Tao. Of course, he thinks, clenching down hard enough that Tao's hips stutter.
At this point, Baekhyun can barely breathe let alone keep a handle on any normal conception of time. He has no idea how long they play with him, just that tears have started leaking from his eyes when Sehun pulls out and finishes across his face. His fingers curl, biting into his palms. No point in being embarrassed about it, if he ever was. "Please," Baekhyun chants, tongue swiping to catch the bit of Sehun's jizz that lands on his bottom lip, "please, please, let me come, I need to-"
A minute later, Tao pulls out as well. Comes all over his thighs, warm and gooey. Baekhyun can hardly feel it over the trembling burn of exertion in his legs. He does feel the hand that Tao grazes up his chest to curl at Baekhyun's nape, though, and the light kiss he drops against Baekhyun's sweaty bangs.
"Romantic," Baekhyun accuses fondly. Tao, or Sehun, somebody retaliates with a firm stroke to his erection that has him thrashing his head and keening into the pillow. He sucks in a deep breath. "Hey. You guys, please, please. What kind of-present-come on-"
A big hand covers his nose and mouth and presses down. Kris. Has to be. No one else has hands like that. Baekhyun sniffles and smells clean soap through the salty scent of sweat and sex. "You've done so well," Joonmyun's saying, breath ghosting across Baekhyun's crotch. Something soft and warm and wet moves across his skin, a soaked cloth or something, tenderly cleaning everything off his stomach, his ass, his thighs. "You're almost there, just a little bit more-"
Someone undoes the ties around his wrists. Positions him further upright, so his shoulders are braced against the headboard. Baekhyun's hands fall to the mattress as Joonmyun mounts him, Baekhyun's erection sliding up with practiced ease. The next dick that pushes at his lips doesn't even fit all the way in his mouth. Kris, he thinks again, and lets his jaw fall open. They fuck him slow and easy, with none of the impatient urgency of Sehun and Tao before them.
Baekhyun comes dry again before Joonmyun finishes with him, Kris's fingers threaded through his hair. He tries to pull the pieces of himself together, after, and swallows so hard around Kris's dick that it quivers through orgasm and spills in his mouth. Even before they've pushed off him there are new hands moving him around like a mannequin, turning him over onto his stomach, positioning him on his knees with his face pushed into the damp sheets. In a brief moment of clarity he thinks that his mattress is going to smell like jizz for fucking weeks, shit, maybe he'd try to convince someone to trade-and then fingers pull him back by the hips, flush against someone's groin. The blindfold gets pulled off as well, but Baekhyun's eyes are still too filmed over with tears and sweat to see anything of consequence.
Yixing's saying something in Chinese in his ear. Baekhyun's Mandarin is shit even when he isn't getting fucked silly by his band mates, but the intent becomes clear when Yixing lubes up Baekhyun's thighs and folds them together around his dick. Lu Han blurs in front of him and tilts Baekhyun's chin up. He sees a wide smile and crinkled eyes, the wrinkle of a delicate nose, and then he's tonguing Lu Han's cock. Gulps Lu Han down so he can prop his head against his firm abdomen without falling flat on his face from the even, measured piston of Yixing's hips.
A small hand curls around Baekhyun's straining dick and Baekhyun cries out, a fresh wave of tears pushing at his eyes from the deep ache arcing up in his balls. Touch isn't relief anymore, just overstimulation, but it's still better than nothing. Baekhyun sucks, mouth hollowing out, and pushes desperately down into the hand, back arching so hard he can feel his spine straining, Maybe if the hand pumps hard enough it'll do something. Anything. Lu Han pulls back and lets his erection slap Baekhyun's face, leave a trail of precome across the high bone of one cheek. "Pretty Baekhyun," he says with a grin, admiring his handiwork. He pushes Baekhyun's bangs back to stroke his forehead before feeding Baekhyun his dick again.
Yixing finishes between Baekhyun's thighs, another warm stream of come fizzing along his stomach to join the rest. Yixing moves down to wraps his arms around his legs and puts his mouth to use instead, tongue tracing the used rim of Baekhyun's ass. "Shit," Baekhyun moans around Lu Han's cock, pushing back into it. "Shit, hyung. Please-" Yixing wriggles his tongue deeper, licking lube and jizz and whatever the fuck out of it, and the hand-Minseok's hand, steady and sure, squeezes around him. Tugs on the last tie around his dick, the knot unraveling, cloth falling with a faint swish to the bed.
Baekhyun's never passed out from ejaculating before. There's always a first time for everything. He comes so hard it rocks violently through his entire body, limbs locked, torso shuddering, mouth clamped to Lu Han's dick, milking him to completion. Feels a bit like he's floating out through the top of his head, ears burning. The lower half of his body fills with a slow, numb pleasure, dialed up to eleven. His eyes snap shut, afterimages dancing behind his heavy lids.
"Is he really dead?" someone's asking when he comes to. Jongin's deep, curious voice.
"What a way to go," Chanyeol replies, breathy with laughter.
"I'm not dead, you fucks," Baekhyun tries to say, "don't be stupid, feel my heartbeat," but all that comes out is a wrecked moan. A satisfied buzz suffuses his bones alongside the tremendous ache. It isn't a terrible feeling.
"Oh, there he is," Chanyeol says. He almost sounds disappointed, the shithead.
Baekhyun opens his eyes. He's in the bathroom. The lights are bright. Jongin's hosing him down with the showerhead, a pink, soaped-up pouf sponge in his other hand. "If I move," Baekhyun says slowly, carefully, jaw throbbing, "I think I might break. You broke me."
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol says, and there's an unholy glint in his eyes. "It isn't even noon. We're getting you all cleaned up and ready to go for round two, you know." He shrugs. "In my personal opinion, you didn't get spanked nearly enough the first time."
Baekhyun's head falls back against the tile. "Nooooo," he groans, eyes sliding shut beneath the next spray of water Jongin aims at him. He squints through his lashes and jerks a leg out, ignoring the aching twinge in his hamstring, and feels vindicated when Chanyeol slips trying to dodge it and falls flat on his ass. "I haven't even eaten."
"Really?" Chanyeol says, gingerly rubbing at his backside. "I would've thought that everyone's come-"
Baekhyun kicks at him again. Jongin sprays both of them with the showerhead and shrieks like a girl when Baekhyun hooks his leg around to bring him down too.
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/everyone
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex, mild dubcon (specific kinks: bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, snowballing, rimming, bukkake)
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: it's baekhyun's birthday; ergo, gangbang. 3,965 words.
Baekhyun's feet haven't felt this sore since Jaewon was first teaching him how to dance three years ago. Now, training for the musical, the prevailing method of instruction still seems to be exposure therapy: repeat the same move ad infinitum, day in and day out, and the whole routine will be drilled into your head in no time. Figures he'd have to learn how to tap dance for his first lead role. After doing fluid EXO choreography in sneakers all year, dancing in tap shoes is like chaining weights to his ankles and then telling him to fly.
His soles start cramping on the van ride back to the dorm. "Augh," he says, gingerly slipping his feet out of his shoes. He tilts sideways and braces his heels against the window, pulls on his toes to relieve the arches.
Seunghwan peers over his shoulder at the loud shuffle of Baekhyun's acrobatics and snorts at his nasal whine. "Eat more bananas," he advises. "Potassium gets rid of muscle cramps."
"Can I sub banana milk in?" Baekhyun groans, flopping over the armrest.
Seunghwan rolls his eyes and turns around again. "Sorry, kid. Banana milk has zero potassium content."
By the time the van pulls up to their building, the ache's delocalized, crawled halfway up his legs so that his calves twinge with every step he takes. Baekhyun hobbles out of the van and ducks inside, leans heavily against the railing the entire elevator ride up. Having the day off for his birthday doesn't mean much if he'll barely be able to make it out of bed in the morning. He might as well just sleep all day.
The dorm's quiet. Chanyeol's away for the night filming for his roommate show, and Sehun's probably out with Tao. Joonmyun meets him at the door. His brow furrows at the tentative way Baekhyun treads inside. "It's just the tap dancing," Baekhyun says, waving him off, but he can't hide his wince when he slides his shoes off again and flexes his toes. "I'll be fine. Just need some rest."
He should shower, probably, but the bed's too soft when he collapses face-first into it. He's just managed to slither out of his hoodie and tank shirt when a knock comes on the open door.
"What?" he mutters.
"Joonmyun-hyung said you looked bad." The mattress dips with Jongin's weight. "How was rehearsal?"
Baekhyun tucks his chin over his shoulder with effort and yawns. "Wrapped preliminary ballet training, moved on to tap today. It sucked." He tries to raise his legs from the knees and gets about halfway up before they flop back down like limp noodles. "Those shoes are killer."
Jongin chews on his lip, fingers plucking at Baekhyun's bedspread. "I can teach you how to stretch better," he offers. "It helps with my back."
"Sweet of you," Baekhyun says. He lets his head drop down so his face mashes against the pillow again. "Not really my back that's the problem, hm?"
Jongin scoots down the bed with a rustle and then there are fingers peeling his socks away. He hefts Baekhyun's ankle in a hand and balances it in his lap. A thumb begins working itself into the arch of his foot.
Baekhyun stiffens. "Oh, come on. Don't, my feet are gross-" Jongin's thumb hits a knot and the cramp threatens to come back, muscle teetering on the brink of a world of pain, and Baekhyun's voice fades into a high gasp. Jongin presses in more insistently, other hand braced against Baekhyun's toes to stretch the arch out, and the tense knot loosens. He starts breathing again. "So is this your fetish? You got a weird thing for feet?" Baekhyun asks, laughing into his pillow. "I thought it was just the socks you didn't like." Jongin makes an indignant noise and knees Baekhyun's calf, but his hands stay on Baekhyun's feet, firm around the heel and kneading against the sole.
"You have plans for tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Baekhyun says.
Jongin's fingers pause for a moment before inching up to massage his calves. "Anything interesting?"
"Nope," Baekhyun replies, head pleasantly fuzzy. "I'm going to sleep all day."
"Oh," Jongin says, amused. "Sounds nice."
"Glad you approve."
Jongin starts mumbling something about hamstring stretches. Baekhyun is about to doze off when Kyungsoo's voice breaks in from the door. "Have you eaten?" he asks briskly. "There's leftover japchae from dinner."
"I'm fine," Baekhyun says. His feet are so warm. "There was catering at practice." He cracks an eye open to glance at Kyungsoo. "Are you being nice to me because it's my birthday tomorrow?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kyungsoo says, turning on his heel, and Jongin chuckles. It's the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.
Baekhyun wakes up with someone sitting on him. For a second he thinks maybe he just way underestimated how sore he was going to be from yesterday's experiments in tap dancing, but no-that's definitely someone's butt planted against his lower back. He should know. He's made a pretty good study of butt shapes.
"Get off me," he grumbles.
"Okay," Jongdae says, and heaves him over like a sack of potatoes.
It takes Baekhyun another minute to realize one of his hands has been tied to the headboard. "The fuck are you doing," he says, craning his neck up and trying the knot with his wrist. It's one of the Growl ties. No give at all. In the time it takes to register, Jongdae's got his other hand tied up opposite. His face swims into view and grins at him.
"You hungry? Want breakfast?"
Baekhyun tugs absently on the bonds. "What are you gonna do, feed me?"
"Maybe," Jongdae says, shrugging. "You should eat, though. You're going to want your energy."
Baekhyun shakes the residual sleep from his head and scowls. "Why does it feel like everyone's trying to fatten me up? What is this?"
"Your birthday present," Jongdae says, patting his cheek, and snatches his hand back before Baekhyun's teeth can snap around his fingers. "I'll get you some food."
Baekhyun exhales grumpily. No one else is in the room. Sehun's bed's unmade and his towel's gone, so he's probably in the shower. He can hear Joonmyun outside, voice rising over the microwave and the clicking of chopsticks. He really isn't all that hungry, honestly, but he's too awake now to fall back asleep. He starts doing those hamstring stretches Jongin was talking about last night, feeling the burn in his calves ease up in increments as he rolls his ankles.
Speak of the devil. "How do your feet feel?" Jongin asks, lounging against the frame of the door. He's only in his boxers, toweling his hair dry. Baekhyun blinks the gumminess out of his eyes. He could use a shower.
"Better, thanks," he says. "Can you get me out of this? I want to wash up."
Jongin chews on a fingernail and shakes his head. "Sorry, hyung."
Baekhyun narrows his eyes. "What do you mean, sorry?"
Jongin uses the heel of his foot to close the door behind him. Discards the towel on Sehun's bed and climbs onto Baekhyun's, dripping between Baekhyun's legs.
"I get first dibs, since I was the one who had to deal with your stinky feet yesterday," Jongin says. He laughs when Baekhyun's jaw drops.
"Hey," Baekhyun snaps, "I told you they were gross. Touching them was your decision."
"Don't be mad, hyung." Jongin tucks his fingers into the waistband of Baekhyun's sweats and boxers and drags them down around his knees. Baekhyun tries to prop himself up on his elbows but the bed's too wide and the bonds on his wrists are too tight for him to gain any real traction, and then Jongin's mouth is on his dick.
"Ah, shit," he mutters, flopping back against the wood. Jongin sucks on the tip for a minute and moves slowly down, licking at the underside until Baekhyun stiffens in his mouth, Baekhyun's thighs squeezing around his head. Jongin pulls a condom from God knows where, pulls back for a moment to roll it on, and then resumes sucking him off at his leisure. Baekhyun hits the back of his throat at the same time Jongin's nose nudges against his stomach. He arches up into the warm wetness of Jongin's mouth and groans as Jongin's cheeks hollow out.
That's when Jongin bobs off again, smacking his lips, and starts sliding a tie around Baekhyun's dick.
"Are you kidding?" Baekhyun bites out, trying to buck him off. Jongin braces an arm against Baekhyun's waist and finishes securing the knot around the base of his erection, just tight enough for his dick to throb all the way up to the tip.
"If it makes you feel better, hyung," Jongin says, hopping off the bed and shucking his underwear, "it wasn't my idea."
"Oh, yeah," Baekhyun pants, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "That's really comforting."
Jongin hops to the cabinets next to Joonmyun's bed and starts poking around.
Baekhyun swallows hard at the way Jongin's ass jiggles, the lean muscles of his back rippling as he rummages through the drawers. Takes a long moment to find his voice again. "Second drawer, top right corner, beneath the socks," he calls crossly, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Jongin slides the cabinet open and unearths the bottle of lube. He pads back to the bed like a big cat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.
This time, he straddles Baekhyun's waist.
"You're too big for this, you know," Baekhyun remarks. Jongin's half-hard already. He pumps himself a couple of times and then slicks Baekhyun up, fingers twisting around the shaft. Jongin's erection leaves a sticky trail of precum on the soft skin of Baekhyun's belly. "You're going to crush me."
"You're such a whiner, hyung," Jongin murmurs, and sits down on his dick.
Baekhyun sighs, thrusting up into it. Jongin leans over and kisses him, tongue barging into Baekhyun's mouth with as little finesse as possible, sloppy and wet. The door flies open as Jongin slams himself down again and Baekhyun struggles to keep his eyes open, hands fisting in the air, thighs trembling beneath Jongin's full weight.
"You started already?" Jongdae asks, sounding vaguely incredulous. He has a breakfast sandwich balanced on a plate in his hands. "God. You're so rude, Jongin. You should've called me-I mean, you forgot the blindfold and everything."
Jongin makes a noise of acknowledgement at the same time Baekhyun pulls away and gasps, with a deep sense of foreboding, "What blindfold?"
Of course it's another one of the fucking Growl ties. He's beginning to hate those things. Jongdae beams broadly and knots it behind Baekhyun's head. A bit of ambient light filters in from beneath the bottom edge, where the tie's pulled too taut over his nose.
Jongin's hands splay out on Baekhyun's chest, his thighs trembling against Baekhyun's ribcage. Baekhyun rolls his hips and Jongin clenches around Baekhyun's erection, ass slapping against the seam where Baekhyun's legs meet his pelvis. Baekhyun imagines the way Jongin must look, slick and sweaty and sinking down on his dick, swallowing Baekhyun entirely, and feels his hard-on strain against the stupid tie.
His head falls back against the board, and then someone else's fingers are twisting in his hair. "Hey," Jongdae says, smoothing a hand along Baekhyun's jaw. "Birthday boy. Show me some love."
Baekhyun's mouth is already open. The mattress dips as Jongdae kneels and guides the tip of his dick between Baekhyun's lips. The angle is weird as hell but Baekhyun stretches his mouth as wide as it'll go and sucks, breathing in noisily through his nose. Jongdae fucks into his mouth so hard Baekhyun gags, coughing around Jongdae's dick, saliva dripping down his chin.
His neck's starting to ache when two small hands force his legs further apart. Baekhyun makes a muffled sound of surprise and accidentally scrapes his top teeth against Jongdae's dick. "Jesus Christ," Jongdae whines, "watch it," but he thrusts deeper, hands tightening in Baekhyun's hair. After two more sucks he's coming down Baekhyun's throat, the headboard shaking as something-Jongdae's head, maybe, or shoulder-knocks into it.
A thin finger glides up Baekhyun's ass as Jongin grinds down on his dick. "Move up, Jongin," comes Kyungsoo's voice, floating up from the foot of the bed. Jongin obliges, leaning down so his plump lips skate across Baekhyun's neck. Someone's thumb pushes at his jaw and Baekhyun's mouth falls open, sticky with semen.
"Second breakfast?" Chanyeol says out of nowhere.
Baekhyun exhales harshly through his nose. "When the fuck-did you get here?"
Chanyeol lets out a long, annoying laugh. Kyungsoo, or whoever else is down there, fits two fingers up Baekhyun's ass. Baekhyun's spine arches off the bed as he clenches around them. He can hear the erratic schlick of Jongin's palm against his erection as he rocks in Baekhyun's lap, and then Chanyeol's speaking over the noise again. "You didn't think I would miss this?"
Baekhyun's toes curl as Jongin lurches down on his dick and comes all over his stomach. He doesn't get the chance to react before probably-Kyungsoo bends his legs at the knees and bottoms-out inside him in one fluid motion. Baekhyun lets out a loud sob as Kyungsoo pushes into him, rough and fast. He doesn't let up until Baekhyun's breath is fluttering in his chest, as if a hummingbird's caught in his lungs.
Full, chapped lips cover his mouth. Baekhyun moans into them, feet twitching against the sheets. Jongdae's jizz is still on his tongue. Jongin's is drying on his stomach and Baekhyun feels filthy, damp with perspiration and sore as hell, the skin at his wrists rubbed raw from the ties, his neglected erection twitching with Kyungsoo's every thrust. He isn't even doing any of the work and he feels like he could pass out like this, trussed up against the headboard and laid out to dry.
A considering finger drags up the underside of Baekhyun's dick. "Grower, huh?" Chanyeol says, letting him slap back against his stomach. "Aw, look. What a pretty little bow."
"Go fuck yourself," Baekhyun wheezes.
"Sure," Chanyeol says. Hands brace against Baekhyun's shoulders. Chanyeol slides down onto Baekhyun's cock as maybe-Kyungsoo squeezes Baekhyun's thigh so tight his nails feel like they're leaving permanent indentations in his skin. He pulls out a moment later, and Baekhyun clenches his ass on air. Hit it and quit it, he thinks, half-hysterical. How very like Kyungsoo.
Chanyeol leans forward and licks Baekhyun's mouth clean with big swipes of his tongue. He isn't at graceful with his movements as Jongin is but Baekhyun's too strung out to care, shifting his hips up to meet Chanyeol's downward grinding. "Let me come," Baekhyun says, voice cracking, and Chanyeol laughs.
"Bit early for that," he says, but Baekhyun can feel it building up his legs, stomach tightening. His wrists tug at the ties and his eyes roll back behind the blindfold as the orgasm ripples through his stiff muscles, mouth stretched open in a silent shout.
"Shit," he hears Chanyeol saying when he comes down from it. "I think he came dry."
"Can we make him do it again?" asks a new voice. Sehun, Baekhyun registers faintly. Chanyeol resumes fucking himself on Baekhyun's dick, fingers dancing up the keyboard of his ribcage. Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut. "Hi, hyung. I heard you were giving out free blowjobs." He laughs at his own joke.
"Maknae," Baekhyun croaks. "Untie me."
"Sooooorry," Sehun singsongs. He snickers when Baekhyun pushes his lower lip out. "Happy birthday, though."
"Where's your gift?" Baekhyun asks wearily. He hiccups when Chanyeol clamps down on him and stripes his torso, teeth sinking into Baekhyun's neck, mouth sucking something heated into his skin. "That was fast," Baekhyun rasps, and grins when Chanyeol reaches up and pushes his face into the pillow. "I guess I'm-just that good."
"You should be a cumdump more often," Chanyeol retorts, trying to catch his breath. "You look thoroughly used. It fits you."
Baekhyun opens his mouth to reply and Sehun's long dick fills it instead. He's too tired to do much but let Sehun jackhammer into his mouth, jaw slack and aching, face wet with a mix of semen and saliva. Someone's running a hand through the drying stickiness on his stomach and shoving himself into Baekhyun, dick slamming up into his prostate, fingers bruising Baekhyun's pelvis. His dick pulses painfully, untouched against his stomach, the tie around the base tight as ever.
It's not until whoever's fucking him giggles that Baekhyun recognizes Tao. Of course, he thinks, clenching down hard enough that Tao's hips stutter.
At this point, Baekhyun can barely breathe let alone keep a handle on any normal conception of time. He has no idea how long they play with him, just that tears have started leaking from his eyes when Sehun pulls out and finishes across his face. His fingers curl, biting into his palms. No point in being embarrassed about it, if he ever was. "Please," Baekhyun chants, tongue swiping to catch the bit of Sehun's jizz that lands on his bottom lip, "please, please, let me come, I need to-"
A minute later, Tao pulls out as well. Comes all over his thighs, warm and gooey. Baekhyun can hardly feel it over the trembling burn of exertion in his legs. He does feel the hand that Tao grazes up his chest to curl at Baekhyun's nape, though, and the light kiss he drops against Baekhyun's sweaty bangs.
"Romantic," Baekhyun accuses fondly. Tao, or Sehun, somebody retaliates with a firm stroke to his erection that has him thrashing his head and keening into the pillow. He sucks in a deep breath. "Hey. You guys, please, please. What kind of-present-come on-"
A big hand covers his nose and mouth and presses down. Kris. Has to be. No one else has hands like that. Baekhyun sniffles and smells clean soap through the salty scent of sweat and sex. "You've done so well," Joonmyun's saying, breath ghosting across Baekhyun's crotch. Something soft and warm and wet moves across his skin, a soaked cloth or something, tenderly cleaning everything off his stomach, his ass, his thighs. "You're almost there, just a little bit more-"
Someone undoes the ties around his wrists. Positions him further upright, so his shoulders are braced against the headboard. Baekhyun's hands fall to the mattress as Joonmyun mounts him, Baekhyun's erection sliding up with practiced ease. The next dick that pushes at his lips doesn't even fit all the way in his mouth. Kris, he thinks again, and lets his jaw fall open. They fuck him slow and easy, with none of the impatient urgency of Sehun and Tao before them.
Baekhyun comes dry again before Joonmyun finishes with him, Kris's fingers threaded through his hair. He tries to pull the pieces of himself together, after, and swallows so hard around Kris's dick that it quivers through orgasm and spills in his mouth. Even before they've pushed off him there are new hands moving him around like a mannequin, turning him over onto his stomach, positioning him on his knees with his face pushed into the damp sheets. In a brief moment of clarity he thinks that his mattress is going to smell like jizz for fucking weeks, shit, maybe he'd try to convince someone to trade-and then fingers pull him back by the hips, flush against someone's groin. The blindfold gets pulled off as well, but Baekhyun's eyes are still too filmed over with tears and sweat to see anything of consequence.
Yixing's saying something in Chinese in his ear. Baekhyun's Mandarin is shit even when he isn't getting fucked silly by his band mates, but the intent becomes clear when Yixing lubes up Baekhyun's thighs and folds them together around his dick. Lu Han blurs in front of him and tilts Baekhyun's chin up. He sees a wide smile and crinkled eyes, the wrinkle of a delicate nose, and then he's tonguing Lu Han's cock. Gulps Lu Han down so he can prop his head against his firm abdomen without falling flat on his face from the even, measured piston of Yixing's hips.
A small hand curls around Baekhyun's straining dick and Baekhyun cries out, a fresh wave of tears pushing at his eyes from the deep ache arcing up in his balls. Touch isn't relief anymore, just overstimulation, but it's still better than nothing. Baekhyun sucks, mouth hollowing out, and pushes desperately down into the hand, back arching so hard he can feel his spine straining, Maybe if the hand pumps hard enough it'll do something. Anything. Lu Han pulls back and lets his erection slap Baekhyun's face, leave a trail of precome across the high bone of one cheek. "Pretty Baekhyun," he says with a grin, admiring his handiwork. He pushes Baekhyun's bangs back to stroke his forehead before feeding Baekhyun his dick again.
Yixing finishes between Baekhyun's thighs, another warm stream of come fizzing along his stomach to join the rest. Yixing moves down to wraps his arms around his legs and puts his mouth to use instead, tongue tracing the used rim of Baekhyun's ass. "Shit," Baekhyun moans around Lu Han's cock, pushing back into it. "Shit, hyung. Please-" Yixing wriggles his tongue deeper, licking lube and jizz and whatever the fuck out of it, and the hand-Minseok's hand, steady and sure, squeezes around him. Tugs on the last tie around his dick, the knot unraveling, cloth falling with a faint swish to the bed.
Baekhyun's never passed out from ejaculating before. There's always a first time for everything. He comes so hard it rocks violently through his entire body, limbs locked, torso shuddering, mouth clamped to Lu Han's dick, milking him to completion. Feels a bit like he's floating out through the top of his head, ears burning. The lower half of his body fills with a slow, numb pleasure, dialed up to eleven. His eyes snap shut, afterimages dancing behind his heavy lids.
"Is he really dead?" someone's asking when he comes to. Jongin's deep, curious voice.
"What a way to go," Chanyeol replies, breathy with laughter.
"I'm not dead, you fucks," Baekhyun tries to say, "don't be stupid, feel my heartbeat," but all that comes out is a wrecked moan. A satisfied buzz suffuses his bones alongside the tremendous ache. It isn't a terrible feeling.
"Oh, there he is," Chanyeol says. He almost sounds disappointed, the shithead.
Baekhyun opens his eyes. He's in the bathroom. The lights are bright. Jongin's hosing him down with the showerhead, a pink, soaped-up pouf sponge in his other hand. "If I move," Baekhyun says slowly, carefully, jaw throbbing, "I think I might break. You broke me."
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol says, and there's an unholy glint in his eyes. "It isn't even noon. We're getting you all cleaned up and ready to go for round two, you know." He shrugs. "In my personal opinion, you didn't get spanked nearly enough the first time."
Baekhyun's head falls back against the tile. "Nooooo," he groans, eyes sliding shut beneath the next spray of water Jongin aims at him. He squints through his lashes and jerks a leg out, ignoring the aching twinge in his hamstring, and feels vindicated when Chanyeol slips trying to dodge it and falls flat on his ass. "I haven't even eaten."
"Really?" Chanyeol says, gingerly rubbing at his backside. "I would've thought that everyone's come-"
Baekhyun kicks at him again. Jongin sprays both of them with the showerhead and shrieks like a girl when Baekhyun hooks his leg around to bring him down too.
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