A Discovery of Ruins [Oneshot]
Title: A Discovery of Ruins [Oneshot]
Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation, toy use, fingering, angst/confusion over sexuality, PWP
Summary: Kyungsoo’s favorite way to relax puts an idea into his head he just cannot shake, and tries on himself.
A/N: 5.5k words. This is a fill for this prompt on exopromptmeme and to celebrate Byun Baekhyun’s birthday. He really does have the prettiest hands. This turned out a lot longer than I intended, I hope you enjoy it~
One of the few things Kyungsoo has to unwind, when he can catch a brief moment away from his members, is American TV shows. The kind that would leave his father scandalized and his mother praying for his immortal soul; that violated every single Korean censor law. He had found a way to watch them online once some kind soul had subtitled them. He had recently come across True Detective and he loved it. It was disturbing; filled with sex, violence, fully developed characters, and language that would make even Luhan blush and Kris stutter “ugh, later” when asked what the English meant.
He finally has a chance to watch another episode after getting home early from his schedule. He goes straight to his room after grabbing a cold water bottle and locking the door behind him. Kyungsoo just wants some time away from the noise and chaos that came with a dozen young men sharing a small living space and all their time together. He changes into sweats and settles into his desk chair and turns on his laptop, plugging in head phones. It takes him only moments to get set up and he wraps himself in a blanket, slouching in his chair. The show starts and he smiles to himself, pleased for the simple respite.
By the end of the episode he fells much more relaxed and less likely to murder one of his bandmates. He frees himself from his blanket cocoon and turns off his laptop before realizing the room had been plunged into darkness. He has been so worked up he had not even bothered to turn on a light. Rubbing at his tired eyes he leaves the bedroom to find Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Yixing lounging in the living room.
“Enjoy your quiet time?” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow and Kyungsoo declines to look at him. He is relaxed and is not going to take the bait and let Baekhyun tease him.
“Yeah.”
“You know, normal guys just watch porn in the dark by themselves, not shows about satanic murders.” Jongdae wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist from behind and rests his chin on the younger’s narrow shoulder.
“I live in a dorm filled with 11 other guys and run away from crazed teenaged girls on a daily basis. There is nothing normal about my life anymore.” Kyungsoo peels Jongdae’s fingers from him and slips free as the other laughed.
“I don’t want to be normal. Normal is boring.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and Jongdae gives up, plopping down on Baekhyun’s lap now that neither of them have ruffled the small singer.
“Shut up. And get off. Your ass is boney.”
Jongdae just grins and squirms, digging in deeper. “At least I have an ass.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thank you.”
“You wish you were good enough for me to fuck.” Baekhyun sticks out his tongue and before he can snap back Jongdae lets out a yelp and tumbles to the floor, Baekhyun having shoved two fingers between his ribs.
“You mother fucki-”
“Jongdae-ah, please don’t. You don’t need to quarrel all the time.” Yixing sighs and puts a calming hand on Jongdae’s shoulder.
“Finally, someone sane.” Kyungsoo shakes his head and leaves the room, ignoring how they call and swear after him. In the kitchen Junmyeon, Luhan, and Minseok sit together at one end of the kitchen table, a pan and bowls in front of them, chatting.
Luhan smiles up at him around the spoon hanging out of his mouth. Kyungsoo scrunches his nose but chuckles at how cute his hyung looks. Minseok has the decency to remove his spoon before speaking. “Grab a bowl. I made some fried rice, but if you don’t take some now there won’t be any left when everyone gets back.”
Kyungsoo fishs out a bowl and spoon before sitting with them and letting Minseok serve him some. It is filled with vegetables just like he likes it. “Who’s where?”
“Kris took Tao and Jongin to play basketball. Chanyeol followed like a lost puppy and I think Sehun went just to make fun of them.” Junmyeon shrugs before spooning another mouthful of rice. Kyungsoo nods and lets them go back to their conversation-soccer-as his mind wanders.
He chews without concentrating, and a scene from the show comes to mind. He is not sure why it stands out, but it does.
A group of middle aged detectives sat in a bar, nursing beers and laughing together. The voice of one of the main characters was loud, cheerily telling his story. “Third day on the job; stopped this cutie for speeding. Back in her dorm room; I got my uniform around my knees. Ha! I'm occupied, so I don't hear anything. I don't know that her roommate has come home - and snuck up behind us.” His hands are all over the place, acting it all out and the others laughed loudly.
“Oh, shit!” Another swore as he paused for effect.
“You know how I knew that she was in the room? She stuck her finger up my ass! Ruined me.
Now I can't do without it.” They all laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
Kyungsoo knows what the man had been insinuating. Some college girl exchanging sexual favors for not getting a ticket. But he does not really understand what the whole finger thing meant. The farthest he had ever gotten with his past girlfriend before becoming a trainee was a few hand jobs and a rather short blow job before he fingered her.
Why would he want a finger up his ass if he wasn’t gay? It does not seem to make any sense.
Kyungsoo is shaken out of his thoughts by a hand on his forehead. He jerks back, wide eyes focusing on Minseok’s concerned face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You’re really red though. Do you feel hot?”
Kyungsoo realizes that he does feel hot. His face burns and he wants to tug off his oversized sweatshirt. The heat runs all the way down his body and his underwear suddenly fells much too constricting. “Uh, no, sorry. I just, I, uh think I need a shower. Thanks for the food.” He hates how ruffled he sounds and dumps his empty bowl into the sink before fleeing the kitchen. He grabs clean clothes and towels and locks himself in the bathroom, hand rubbing at his temple as he leans against the door. “Fuck.”
A quiet knock startles him and he jumps. “Please take something if you still feel warm later. I don’t want you to get a fever.”
He takes a deep breath and is pleased when his voice comes out almost normal. “Sure Junmyeon-hyung. I just think I need a shower.” He forces a small laugh out and can hear the leader leaving the hallway.
Stripping, he turns the water in the shower to lukewarm and stands under the heavy spray, the glass door of the shower trapping limited steam. It feels good and he lets it beat down on his back for a moment before stepping clear to shampoo his hair. Kyungsoo concentrates on scrubbing every inch of his skin clean with a washcloth. It is only when the soaped cloth slides over his half hard cock does he realize just how turned on he feels. He bites down on his lip to muffle a moan, his free hand stroking over his length, the other moving the cloth down against his balls and in the crease of his thighs. Continuing to clean as he strokes himself to full hardness the cloth moves behind him, across his lower back, over his ass cheeks, in between-
Kyungsoo freezes, letting go of his cock as he realizes just how sensitive the skin back there feels. He presses the tiniest bit harder and he can feel the muscles of his ass barely give so the tip of a finger, through the soapy washcloth, pushes in the smallest bit. It feels good and he is not thinking as he drops the cloth and steps back under the fall of the shower head, rinsing away shampoo and soap from his skin. He shakily grabs the Nature Republic conditioner they had all been given and told to use, pouring a generous amount into his palm and coating his whole hand. It cannot be that different to fingering a girl, right? One foot braced up on the edge of the tub he leans forward so his shoulder is braced against a wall and out of the spray.
Kyungsoo takes a deep breath and drags his hand between this ass, the cool slickness of the conditioner all over his hand sending a shiver up his spine. The first press of his middle finger is light, tentative and he cannot help the moan that escapes him when he feels it slide in so his whole fingertip is engulfed. He takes deep breaths, trying not to tense any muscles and moves his finger out and then just a bit deeper. It does not hurt, instead feeling alien and terribly naughty. He rocks his finger in, working at it until it was rather deep inside. He can feel the muscles in his ass around him and it is hot, and tight, so very tight. He begins to move his finger faster, twisting it and gasping as hot pleasure races up his spine. He finds an area that feels different to the rest and putting pressure on that spot is like nothing he has ever felt before. His cock jerks with each press and Kyungsoo looks down only to see it standing proud, pearly essence leaking from the tip. He is sure he has never been this hard before. On the next thrust of his fingers he slips another finger in and the burn only makes the pleasure from that spot more pronounced. His free hand wraps around his cock, tugging once, twice, before he is coming, his thighs tense and his other hand buried two fingers deep inside his ass. His orgasm feels like it is never going to end, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, teeth cutting into his plush lower lip.
Getting his breath back, Kyungsoo realizes what he has just done. Quickly he soaps up and washes again, scrubbing at his fingers. He gets out and dries off, wrapping his towel around his waist and hurrying back to his room. He tugs on boxers and a shirt, climbing into bed and pulling the cover over his head.
Did he just have the best orgasm of his life? Yes.
Was it because he had his fingers shoved up his ass? Yes.
Kyungsoo swears to himself and gives into the exhausted feeling that follows his mind-blowing and extremely unsettling orgasm, drifting into an uneasy sleep.
Kyungsoo wakes to a throbbing between his legs. He quickly deals with it, his hand moving rapidly under the covers until he comes with a sigh muffled by his pillow. He lays there realizing it just had not felt like enough. He cleans off his hand with a tissue from beside his bed as the words ‘ruined me’ ring through his head. He is cranky for the rest of the day, and even more so the day after when the same thing happens. Luckily for him all but Sehun and Baekhyun can read his moods and leave him alone. Two swift punches solve that. Junmyeon’s soft words have him locking himself back in the bathroom, glaring forlornly at the shower. Not that this whole thing is its fault.
He is confused. He does not know what this whole thing means. If he wants something up his ass while he jerks off does that make him gay? As hard as it is being surrounded by eleven gorgeous men all the time, purposely touching and flirting with him on a regular basis. They are monitored closely enough that their time with the opposite sex is mostly in the SM building and on music shows. He is horny and confused and it pisses him off. But was it gay if there is only one man involved? Wouldn’t it only count if it is another man doing it for him; to him? Kyungsoo rubs at his face, feeling tense and well on his way to angry. He cannot let himself get worked up and so he decides he will do what he needs to do.
He gets in the shower, trying to clear his mind as he quickly shampoos and soaps up, but the memories of his last experience keep coming back. With a choked groan Kyungsoo begins jerking off, his cock rapidly filling with blood as water pours over his shoulders and rinses him clean. This time he kneels on the floor of the shower, leaning against the wall farthest from the spray. He presses his forehead to his forearm against the wall and brings his other fingers, that he has already slicked heavily with conditioner, behind him and along the seam of his ass. The cold, wet sensation sends a shiver up his spine just as it had the first time and he presses the tiniest bit harder, his middle finger sliding in to the first knuckle. Taking a deep breath he forces himself to relax and slides his finger the rest of the way in. It does not seem to hurt as much as before and so Kyungsoo begins moving his finger, forcing it deeper on each thrust. Fully buried he tries shifting his finger, looking for that amazing pleasure he had found before. Once located Kyungsoo presses against it, making him moan and his cock twitch. He quickly forces in another finger, biting down on his lower lip at the burn. His fingers are still, positioned so he can stroke his prostate by only curling his fingertips forward. The pleasure overwhelms him and he cannot help but let out a “fuck” that echoes in the steamy bathroom. Kyungsoo looks down only to see his cock twitching every so often as it hangs tight and heavy from between his legs. The tip is leaking, and he is sure he has never been this turned on in his life before. He prods harder, pleasure shooting up his spine and diffusing into the rest of his body. His cock jerks, muscles tightening and he feels his balls draw closer to his body. One last press has his whole body clenching, muscles fluttering tightly around his fingers as he comes, spurts hitting his thighs and the shower walls in front of him.
Kyungsoo collapses to the wet floor, unable to pull his fingers free until his muscles cease their spasms. Finally catching his breath, Kyungsoo pulls them out, grimacing at the feeling. He struggles to his feet, mindlessly washing away the mess he had made and leaving the shower. After briefly drying himself and his hair, Kyungsoo curls up in his bed, his body relaxed and mind wonderfully blank. Sleep claims him quickly and he wakes up the next morning feeling more refreshed than he has in a long while.
It is not until they fly to Japan that Kyungsoo gets the chance to delve further into his discovery. The night of the first fan meet he manages to sneak out of the hotel. His hat is pulled low with a mask over the bottom half of his face and he leaves through a back entrance. Quickly he makes his way to a store he has already researched online. The entrance to the store is rather disturbing, shaped like the lips of a woman’s vagina and he tries not to look very hard as he goes in. Welcomed by a smiling woman behind the counter he nods and tries not to blush. He fails. The walls and shelves are lined with all things relating to sex and he can barely believe how many different things there are. He averts his eyes from the walls covered with lingerie and sexy costumes and then a section with nothing but different types and lengths of rope. Past DVDs he finds what he was looking for; a large number of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and things in such shapes that his ass clenches just looking at them, unable to imagine how or why he would ever use them. He sees one toy in the shape he wants and he picks a waterproof black one with batteries includes, so he assumes it will vibrate. He quickly checks out, his face burning under his blush.
He stops on his way back to pick up some drinks and candy, to use as his excuse for leaving. Once back in his room he stows his purchase away, hidden deep in his suitcase, anticipation already building until he can find time to try it on himself.
They fly back to Korea and Kyungsoo begins to get antsy as days melt into one another. They have had their showcase but all promotions have been stopped and they are restricted mainly to the dorm or practice rooms in the SM building. He feels terrible about the tragedy that has struck his country but there is nothing he can do but wait. His bandmates annoy him when he is at his best and now that he feels strung out it seems nothing can make him happy. He suspects his new favorite mode of stress relief might help, but guilt tugs at him and he refuses to touch himself when he wakes or in the shower. M leaves for Chinese promotions and Kyungsoo misses the distraction they give. It seems Sehun, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol have chosen him as the replacement to which they turn their attention. Kyungsoo has never wished for Tao to cling to him as he does when the terrible three set their sights on annoying and teasing him.
Fed up he practically begs Junmyeon to take the rest of them to dinner and karaoke, claiming everyone needs to try and unwind before they have to go back into high gear when their new comeback date is announced. Junmyeon agrees and it does not take long for the other four pull on shoes and jackets and leave with Junmyeon’s promise of paying for everything.
Kyungsoo smiles once he is finally alone, briefly showering and not bothering to dress. He finally opens his purchase, cleaning it and grabbing petroleum jelly from the bathroom. The toy is not that big, only a little wider than his two fingers. Turning it on he feels his muscles clenching just at the thought. The vibrations were nice and that is only at the lowest setting. With a small smile he lays out a towel on his bed, locking the bedroom door just to be safe.
He situates himself on his back, languidly dragging his fingers over his body as he thinks about what he is going to do. He is already half hard and has been since he started getting ready. Excitement thrums through his body as he pushes any questions of his sexuality to the farthest part of his mind, ignoring them in favor of finding release in the pleasure he has so recently discovered. Kyungsoo decides waiting has been more than enough of a tease and that he wants to get on to the best part. He opens his chosen lube, dipping his fingers in and scrunching his nose at the cold slimy feeling. Letting out a shuddering breath his fingers trace the edge of his puckered hole, the tip of his forefinger teasing as it dips in only to resist the pull of his muscles urging it deeper. His cock hardens further against his stomach and wetness begins to seep from the slit.
He lets a moan out, no longer afraid of his housemates hearing him. It echoes in the empty room and in the excitement of the sound he slides his finger inside, moving it and quickly finding his favorite spot. He presses down and closes his eyes as he slips another finger in, now more used to the stretch, using the shocks of pleasure from teasing his prostate to cover any discomfort. Kyungsoo thrusts his fingers, stroking along his walls and differing the pressure of his fingertips, exploring now that he has the time. His cock jerks and he pulls his fingers free. He does not want this to be over before he has had the chance to play with his new toy.
Kyungsoo cleans his fingers with a tissue before scooping out more Vaseline and spreading it thickly on his toy. Stroking the phallus feels strange; he has never had anything but his own penis in his hands before. He shifts back on top of his towel, his head on a pillow and his legs bent so his feet are flat on the bed. Tentatively Kyungsoo presses the head of the toy to his hole, letting out a breath and pressing in. It feels so much more solid than his fingers and he cannot help but clench down pain radiating up his spine. He pulls the plastic away, forcing himself to relax before he tries again.
On his second try Kyungsoo gets the head of the toy inside of him, throwing his head back and letting out a whine at the pressure, the hard plastic stretching him open with no give. He pushes it in farther and then stills his hand, letting his muscles adjust. It definitely feels like more than two fingers now. When the burn fades and the toy feels less cold Kyungsoo reaches the base best as he can without moving it and twists the bottom. Vibrations start and Kyungsoo swears. It feels better than he could have imagined, shaking his insides and making his clenching muscles flutter as they try to get more of the sensation. It takes him a moment to get to the point where he has the presence of mind to start slowly moving the toy, the vibrations making him pant. It is when the buzzing head hits his prostate that his back arches off the bed and a cry is ripped from his throat. Whatever pain lingered is gone and Kyungsoo begins to thrust the toy in and out, angling it to hit that spot.
His eyes are closed, focused solely on the feeling of his toy deep inside of him. The sound of a key scraping in the lock nor the door opening break though his haze. It is not until he hears a “fuck, Soo” that he opens his eyes.
“What the hell Baekhyun?!” Kyungsoo tries to sit up and cover himself, but he does not pull out the toy and the motion jostles it, forcing it hard against his inner walls. This shocks Kyungsoo and he falls back panting, as the toys buzzes, still inside him.
Baekhyun licks his lips and lets his eyes taking the entire sight of a debauched Kyungsoo. “Is this why you wanted Junmyeon to take the rest of us out? Kkaebsong.”
Kyungsoo refuses to look at him, already feeling overly flushed. “Yeah.” His voice sounds breathless and weak and he hates it, especially against the glee he can hear in Baekhyun’s voice. “Why are you here?”
“I left my phone, but that’s not important. Do you need help with that? I could lend you a…hand.” Baekhyun grins, one of his forefingers dragging up the outside of Kyungsoo’s sweaty thigh. The touch makes Kyungsoo shake. Baekhyun does have pretty fingers, almost like a girl. This would all be so much easier if he no longer had to reach around to use his own hands or move the toy himself. It’s just friends helping each other out, right? Trying not to think too hard about it Kyungsoo nods. “No Soo, I’m gonna need you to say it.”
Kyungsoo lets out a shuddering sigh. “Yes, Baekhyun, please help me.”
“That’s perfect.” Baekhyun shucks off his jacket and shoes and moves to kneel on the bed between his legs. He presses his palms on the inside of Kyungsoo’s thick thighs, forcing them to open further, putting the younger completely on display. “Do you have any idea how hot you look like this?”
“Shut up. Please.” Kyungsoo throws his arm up, forearm covering his eyes. What he does not expect is to feel the vibrations on his toy turn up and it to move, thrusting in and out. A whine escapes him and he bites down on his full bottom lip to try and stifle it.
“Do you like this?” Baekhyun grins as he angles the toy, hitting his prostate only on every other thrust. Kyungsoo lets out another muffled noise and so he drags out the next movement, making sure the vibrating tip is torturing Kyungsoo with bliss. Kyungsoo swears as his whole body tenses and the muscles in his legs quiver, come leaking from the tip of his cock in a heady flow. “Fuck, god, fuck. Did you just come?”
Kyungsoo unclenches his jaw and looks at Baekhyun when he feels the toy no longer moving inside him. The older singer is gazing down at his groin, pupils blown wide. “I don’t think so, but it was something.” Baekhyun moves the hands that have been holding his thighs up along the v of his hips and over the mess Kyungsoo has made on his stomach. Uncovering his eyes, Kyungsoo watches with baited breath as Baekhyun brings his wet hand to his mouth, letting his tongue come out to clean his pretty fingers. Sure, Kyungsoo has seen things like it on his computer, sound almost muted and in the dark, but for some reason watching Baekhyun do it now, even if he had never imagined another man like that, was so much better; so much hotter. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun, please do something.”
“Yes.” Baekhyun moans around the fingers still in his mouth, pulling both them and the toy free. The vibrator he wraps in a tissue and leaves on Kyungsoo’s nightstand, the movement stretching him over the smaller man. Their faces come close and Baekhyun hovers there, searching for something in Kyungsoo’s face. Kyungsoo makes the next move, lifting his head and capturing Baekhyun’s lips. The kiss is soft; a pressing of full lips to thin, until Baekhyun begins to kiss Kyungsoo back, pressing his head back into his pillow and angling so he can deepen the kiss. Kyungsoo lets out a noise, one hand coming up to grip at Baekhyun’s dark hair. Their tongues tangle, each trying to control the kiss. Baekhyun lets his body fall and cage in Kyungsoo, their fronts pressed flush together. He grinds down, his burgeoning erection against Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo groans and arches up, the scraping of Baekhyun’s jeans too much against his over-sensitized skin.
Kyungsoo breaks their kiss and pushes Baekhyun away, his eyes wide and his hands pulling at Baekhyun’s clothing. “Take it off. Jeans, too much.” Kyungsoo finds that the words tumble out of his mouth half formed and breathy. Baekhyun mumbles something to himself and hurries to comply. He throws his clothes, already messy from where they had rubbed against Kyungsoo’s stomach, somewhere in the room--an action that would usually annoy Kyungsoo but in his state of arousal he finds he does not mind at all. Once Baekhyun is bare he climbs back to kneel over Kyungsoo, dipping his head to kiss him as he gathers Vaseline on his fingers and brings them down between Kyungsoo’s legs.
They separate for air and Baekhyun rests their foreheads together. “Is this ok?” The cool gel drags along the thin skin of Kyungsoo’s inner thigh.
Kyungsoo spreads his legs eagerly. “Yes.” He closes his eyes and Baekhyun kisses him again as two slim fingers press inside him slowly. It feels different than when he did it himself. More wild, as he no longer has any control, and better, the anticipation of what will happen making it all that better. The fingers move easily within him, his muscles already stretched. “More, please.” The words were mouthed into the kiss, Kyungsoo not wanting to break away. Baekhyun complies and a third finger presses in. They easily find his prostate, rubbing at it and Kyungsoo breaks the kiss only to whine against the skin of Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun keeps hitting that spot as he thrusts his fingers, thumb rubbing at the tender skin between his hole and balls, making the sensation even more intense.
Baekhyun manages to pull their lips apart so he can place a line of kisses along Kyungsoo’s jaw and down his chest, licking at a nipple and then nosing at Kyungsoo’s soft belly. “You feel so good.” He crooks his fingers, dragging his nails across the tender organ and Kyungsoo screams. The feeling is sharp and overwhelming and Baekhyun has to hold slim hips down to keep the younger from hurting himself. Baekhyun has always kept his nails long, but well-trimmed and they bite into the sensitive tissue there, pain and pleasure mixing.
Baekhyun pulls away completely, his fingers coming free. Kyungsoo pants with his mouth open and weakly lifts a hand to bring him back. “No, don’t stop. Do something, please, anything.” He gazes at Baekhyun, seeing him flushed down to his chest, his cock hard against his stomach as he strokes it with the fingers that had just been inside Kyungsoo. “You can, um,” Kyungsoo feels his cheeks burning, even through his blush of arousal.
The corner of Baekhyun’s lips curl up in a sly smile as he realizes what the other wants. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He bends over so their faces are inches apart. “Does good little straight-boy Kyungsoo want me to fuck him?”
Kyungsoo takes in a sharp breath. “Yes.” It is nothing he would have considered before the past few weeks, but now, with Baekhyun over him, his pretty fingers having just been inside him, it is exactly what he wants. “Fuck me. I want to know what it feels like.” Baekhyun kisses him harshly, pressing him deeper into the bed.
Baekhyun pulls back enough to shift Kyungsoo’s hips, pulling them up so that thighs lay open on top of his with legs around his waist. He slicks himself with lube and lines his hard cock up. “Just tell me to stop.”
“No, do it.” Kyungsoo watches with heavy eyes as Baekhyun presses in. He gasps at the sensation, hot, stretching him so much like the toy but without the cold, the unforgiving harshness. It is equally hard though and it feels so much better than he could have imagined. There is a burn, but not more than anything else he has tried. Baekhyun is still once he is fully buried, slumped over him, gasping for breath. “Move, please god, move.”
“Just hold on. You’re so fucking tight, I need a sec.” Baekhyun takes deep breaths, pushing back the urge to give in and come after one stroke like some child. Once he feels his body is back under his control he pulls his hips back slowly, holding Kyungsoo firm before pushing back in, letting the heat overtake him as his hips are pressed flush to Kyungsoo’s round ass.
“More.” Kyungsoo arches his back and grinds his hips against Baekhyun’s, trying to get more.
“Fine, fine.” Focusing on breathing, Baekhyun repeats the motion, this time faster, the wet sounds of his cock moving, filling the younger singer, loud in his ears. He does it again as Kyungsoo tightens his legs, ankles crossing at the small of his back and forcing him deeper. Kyungsoo moans and he starts to set a rhythm.
Baekhyun shifts to find better leverage on the bed and this draws a “yes!” from Kyungsoo. “There, it’s there!” He keeps in that position, speeding up his hips as Kyungsoo thrashes in his grasp. Baekhyun does not think he will last much longer when Kyungsoo drags him down for a sloppy kiss.
Their tongues move together slickly, Kyungsoo arching into his movements, pleasure shooting up his spine. Baekhyun bites down on his lower lip and Kyungsoo tenses, coming all over his chest and between their stomachs untouched. It takes him as a surprise, the pleasure blinding and making him cry out Baekhyun’s name. Baekhyun swears as Kyungsoo’s muscles clamp down, fluttering around him. He manages another thrust before pulling out and stroking himself once and coming, adding to the mess already on Kyungsoo’s stomach. Baekhyun slumps forwards in the aftermath of his orgasm, pleasure thrumming through his body. Kyungsoo is in the same state beneath him. Baekhyun regains his breath first, rolling off of Kyungsoo. “Fuck, Kyunggie, that was really good.” He pushes his bangs off of his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.
Kyungsoo turns his head slowly, looking at Baekhyun with sleepy eyes. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath and shakes his head minutely, smiling to himself. “I think you may have ruined me.”
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Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation, toy use, fingering, angst/confusion over sexuality, PWP
Summary: Kyungsoo’s favorite way to relax puts an idea into his head he just cannot shake, and tries on himself.
A/N: 5.5k words. This is a fill for this prompt on exopromptmeme and to celebrate Byun Baekhyun’s birthday. He really does have the prettiest hands. This turned out a lot longer than I intended, I hope you enjoy it~
One of the few things Kyungsoo has to unwind, when he can catch a brief moment away from his members, is American TV shows. The kind that would leave his father scandalized and his mother praying for his immortal soul; that violated every single Korean censor law. He had found a way to watch them online once some kind soul had subtitled them. He had recently come across True Detective and he loved it. It was disturbing; filled with sex, violence, fully developed characters, and language that would make even Luhan blush and Kris stutter “ugh, later” when asked what the English meant.
He finally has a chance to watch another episode after getting home early from his schedule. He goes straight to his room after grabbing a cold water bottle and locking the door behind him. Kyungsoo just wants some time away from the noise and chaos that came with a dozen young men sharing a small living space and all their time together. He changes into sweats and settles into his desk chair and turns on his laptop, plugging in head phones. It takes him only moments to get set up and he wraps himself in a blanket, slouching in his chair. The show starts and he smiles to himself, pleased for the simple respite.
By the end of the episode he fells much more relaxed and less likely to murder one of his bandmates. He frees himself from his blanket cocoon and turns off his laptop before realizing the room had been plunged into darkness. He has been so worked up he had not even bothered to turn on a light. Rubbing at his tired eyes he leaves the bedroom to find Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Yixing lounging in the living room.
“Enjoy your quiet time?” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow and Kyungsoo declines to look at him. He is relaxed and is not going to take the bait and let Baekhyun tease him.
“Yeah.”
“You know, normal guys just watch porn in the dark by themselves, not shows about satanic murders.” Jongdae wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist from behind and rests his chin on the younger’s narrow shoulder.
“I live in a dorm filled with 11 other guys and run away from crazed teenaged girls on a daily basis. There is nothing normal about my life anymore.” Kyungsoo peels Jongdae’s fingers from him and slips free as the other laughed.
“I don’t want to be normal. Normal is boring.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and Jongdae gives up, plopping down on Baekhyun’s lap now that neither of them have ruffled the small singer.
“Shut up. And get off. Your ass is boney.”
Jongdae just grins and squirms, digging in deeper. “At least I have an ass.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thank you.”
“You wish you were good enough for me to fuck.” Baekhyun sticks out his tongue and before he can snap back Jongdae lets out a yelp and tumbles to the floor, Baekhyun having shoved two fingers between his ribs.
“You mother fucki-”
“Jongdae-ah, please don’t. You don’t need to quarrel all the time.” Yixing sighs and puts a calming hand on Jongdae’s shoulder.
“Finally, someone sane.” Kyungsoo shakes his head and leaves the room, ignoring how they call and swear after him. In the kitchen Junmyeon, Luhan, and Minseok sit together at one end of the kitchen table, a pan and bowls in front of them, chatting.
Luhan smiles up at him around the spoon hanging out of his mouth. Kyungsoo scrunches his nose but chuckles at how cute his hyung looks. Minseok has the decency to remove his spoon before speaking. “Grab a bowl. I made some fried rice, but if you don’t take some now there won’t be any left when everyone gets back.”
Kyungsoo fishs out a bowl and spoon before sitting with them and letting Minseok serve him some. It is filled with vegetables just like he likes it. “Who’s where?”
“Kris took Tao and Jongin to play basketball. Chanyeol followed like a lost puppy and I think Sehun went just to make fun of them.” Junmyeon shrugs before spooning another mouthful of rice. Kyungsoo nods and lets them go back to their conversation-soccer-as his mind wanders.
He chews without concentrating, and a scene from the show comes to mind. He is not sure why it stands out, but it does.
A group of middle aged detectives sat in a bar, nursing beers and laughing together. The voice of one of the main characters was loud, cheerily telling his story. “Third day on the job; stopped this cutie for speeding. Back in her dorm room; I got my uniform around my knees. Ha! I'm occupied, so I don't hear anything. I don't know that her roommate has come home - and snuck up behind us.” His hands are all over the place, acting it all out and the others laughed loudly.
“Oh, shit!” Another swore as he paused for effect.
“You know how I knew that she was in the room? She stuck her finger up my ass! Ruined me.
Now I can't do without it.” They all laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
Kyungsoo knows what the man had been insinuating. Some college girl exchanging sexual favors for not getting a ticket. But he does not really understand what the whole finger thing meant. The farthest he had ever gotten with his past girlfriend before becoming a trainee was a few hand jobs and a rather short blow job before he fingered her.
Why would he want a finger up his ass if he wasn’t gay? It does not seem to make any sense.
Kyungsoo is shaken out of his thoughts by a hand on his forehead. He jerks back, wide eyes focusing on Minseok’s concerned face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You’re really red though. Do you feel hot?”
Kyungsoo realizes that he does feel hot. His face burns and he wants to tug off his oversized sweatshirt. The heat runs all the way down his body and his underwear suddenly fells much too constricting. “Uh, no, sorry. I just, I, uh think I need a shower. Thanks for the food.” He hates how ruffled he sounds and dumps his empty bowl into the sink before fleeing the kitchen. He grabs clean clothes and towels and locks himself in the bathroom, hand rubbing at his temple as he leans against the door. “Fuck.”
A quiet knock startles him and he jumps. “Please take something if you still feel warm later. I don’t want you to get a fever.”
He takes a deep breath and is pleased when his voice comes out almost normal. “Sure Junmyeon-hyung. I just think I need a shower.” He forces a small laugh out and can hear the leader leaving the hallway.
Stripping, he turns the water in the shower to lukewarm and stands under the heavy spray, the glass door of the shower trapping limited steam. It feels good and he lets it beat down on his back for a moment before stepping clear to shampoo his hair. Kyungsoo concentrates on scrubbing every inch of his skin clean with a washcloth. It is only when the soaped cloth slides over his half hard cock does he realize just how turned on he feels. He bites down on his lip to muffle a moan, his free hand stroking over his length, the other moving the cloth down against his balls and in the crease of his thighs. Continuing to clean as he strokes himself to full hardness the cloth moves behind him, across his lower back, over his ass cheeks, in between-
Kyungsoo freezes, letting go of his cock as he realizes just how sensitive the skin back there feels. He presses the tiniest bit harder and he can feel the muscles of his ass barely give so the tip of a finger, through the soapy washcloth, pushes in the smallest bit. It feels good and he is not thinking as he drops the cloth and steps back under the fall of the shower head, rinsing away shampoo and soap from his skin. He shakily grabs the Nature Republic conditioner they had all been given and told to use, pouring a generous amount into his palm and coating his whole hand. It cannot be that different to fingering a girl, right? One foot braced up on the edge of the tub he leans forward so his shoulder is braced against a wall and out of the spray.
Kyungsoo takes a deep breath and drags his hand between this ass, the cool slickness of the conditioner all over his hand sending a shiver up his spine. The first press of his middle finger is light, tentative and he cannot help the moan that escapes him when he feels it slide in so his whole fingertip is engulfed. He takes deep breaths, trying not to tense any muscles and moves his finger out and then just a bit deeper. It does not hurt, instead feeling alien and terribly naughty. He rocks his finger in, working at it until it was rather deep inside. He can feel the muscles in his ass around him and it is hot, and tight, so very tight. He begins to move his finger faster, twisting it and gasping as hot pleasure races up his spine. He finds an area that feels different to the rest and putting pressure on that spot is like nothing he has ever felt before. His cock jerks with each press and Kyungsoo looks down only to see it standing proud, pearly essence leaking from the tip. He is sure he has never been this hard before. On the next thrust of his fingers he slips another finger in and the burn only makes the pleasure from that spot more pronounced. His free hand wraps around his cock, tugging once, twice, before he is coming, his thighs tense and his other hand buried two fingers deep inside his ass. His orgasm feels like it is never going to end, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, teeth cutting into his plush lower lip.
Getting his breath back, Kyungsoo realizes what he has just done. Quickly he soaps up and washes again, scrubbing at his fingers. He gets out and dries off, wrapping his towel around his waist and hurrying back to his room. He tugs on boxers and a shirt, climbing into bed and pulling the cover over his head.
Did he just have the best orgasm of his life? Yes.
Was it because he had his fingers shoved up his ass? Yes.
Kyungsoo swears to himself and gives into the exhausted feeling that follows his mind-blowing and extremely unsettling orgasm, drifting into an uneasy sleep.
Kyungsoo wakes to a throbbing between his legs. He quickly deals with it, his hand moving rapidly under the covers until he comes with a sigh muffled by his pillow. He lays there realizing it just had not felt like enough. He cleans off his hand with a tissue from beside his bed as the words ‘ruined me’ ring through his head. He is cranky for the rest of the day, and even more so the day after when the same thing happens. Luckily for him all but Sehun and Baekhyun can read his moods and leave him alone. Two swift punches solve that. Junmyeon’s soft words have him locking himself back in the bathroom, glaring forlornly at the shower. Not that this whole thing is its fault.
He is confused. He does not know what this whole thing means. If he wants something up his ass while he jerks off does that make him gay? As hard as it is being surrounded by eleven gorgeous men all the time, purposely touching and flirting with him on a regular basis. They are monitored closely enough that their time with the opposite sex is mostly in the SM building and on music shows. He is horny and confused and it pisses him off. But was it gay if there is only one man involved? Wouldn’t it only count if it is another man doing it for him; to him? Kyungsoo rubs at his face, feeling tense and well on his way to angry. He cannot let himself get worked up and so he decides he will do what he needs to do.
He gets in the shower, trying to clear his mind as he quickly shampoos and soaps up, but the memories of his last experience keep coming back. With a choked groan Kyungsoo begins jerking off, his cock rapidly filling with blood as water pours over his shoulders and rinses him clean. This time he kneels on the floor of the shower, leaning against the wall farthest from the spray. He presses his forehead to his forearm against the wall and brings his other fingers, that he has already slicked heavily with conditioner, behind him and along the seam of his ass. The cold, wet sensation sends a shiver up his spine just as it had the first time and he presses the tiniest bit harder, his middle finger sliding in to the first knuckle. Taking a deep breath he forces himself to relax and slides his finger the rest of the way in. It does not seem to hurt as much as before and so Kyungsoo begins moving his finger, forcing it deeper on each thrust. Fully buried he tries shifting his finger, looking for that amazing pleasure he had found before. Once located Kyungsoo presses against it, making him moan and his cock twitch. He quickly forces in another finger, biting down on his lower lip at the burn. His fingers are still, positioned so he can stroke his prostate by only curling his fingertips forward. The pleasure overwhelms him and he cannot help but let out a “fuck” that echoes in the steamy bathroom. Kyungsoo looks down only to see his cock twitching every so often as it hangs tight and heavy from between his legs. The tip is leaking, and he is sure he has never been this turned on in his life before. He prods harder, pleasure shooting up his spine and diffusing into the rest of his body. His cock jerks, muscles tightening and he feels his balls draw closer to his body. One last press has his whole body clenching, muscles fluttering tightly around his fingers as he comes, spurts hitting his thighs and the shower walls in front of him.
Kyungsoo collapses to the wet floor, unable to pull his fingers free until his muscles cease their spasms. Finally catching his breath, Kyungsoo pulls them out, grimacing at the feeling. He struggles to his feet, mindlessly washing away the mess he had made and leaving the shower. After briefly drying himself and his hair, Kyungsoo curls up in his bed, his body relaxed and mind wonderfully blank. Sleep claims him quickly and he wakes up the next morning feeling more refreshed than he has in a long while.
It is not until they fly to Japan that Kyungsoo gets the chance to delve further into his discovery. The night of the first fan meet he manages to sneak out of the hotel. His hat is pulled low with a mask over the bottom half of his face and he leaves through a back entrance. Quickly he makes his way to a store he has already researched online. The entrance to the store is rather disturbing, shaped like the lips of a woman’s vagina and he tries not to look very hard as he goes in. Welcomed by a smiling woman behind the counter he nods and tries not to blush. He fails. The walls and shelves are lined with all things relating to sex and he can barely believe how many different things there are. He averts his eyes from the walls covered with lingerie and sexy costumes and then a section with nothing but different types and lengths of rope. Past DVDs he finds what he was looking for; a large number of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and things in such shapes that his ass clenches just looking at them, unable to imagine how or why he would ever use them. He sees one toy in the shape he wants and he picks a waterproof black one with batteries includes, so he assumes it will vibrate. He quickly checks out, his face burning under his blush.
He stops on his way back to pick up some drinks and candy, to use as his excuse for leaving. Once back in his room he stows his purchase away, hidden deep in his suitcase, anticipation already building until he can find time to try it on himself.
They fly back to Korea and Kyungsoo begins to get antsy as days melt into one another. They have had their showcase but all promotions have been stopped and they are restricted mainly to the dorm or practice rooms in the SM building. He feels terrible about the tragedy that has struck his country but there is nothing he can do but wait. His bandmates annoy him when he is at his best and now that he feels strung out it seems nothing can make him happy. He suspects his new favorite mode of stress relief might help, but guilt tugs at him and he refuses to touch himself when he wakes or in the shower. M leaves for Chinese promotions and Kyungsoo misses the distraction they give. It seems Sehun, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol have chosen him as the replacement to which they turn their attention. Kyungsoo has never wished for Tao to cling to him as he does when the terrible three set their sights on annoying and teasing him.
Fed up he practically begs Junmyeon to take the rest of them to dinner and karaoke, claiming everyone needs to try and unwind before they have to go back into high gear when their new comeback date is announced. Junmyeon agrees and it does not take long for the other four pull on shoes and jackets and leave with Junmyeon’s promise of paying for everything.
Kyungsoo smiles once he is finally alone, briefly showering and not bothering to dress. He finally opens his purchase, cleaning it and grabbing petroleum jelly from the bathroom. The toy is not that big, only a little wider than his two fingers. Turning it on he feels his muscles clenching just at the thought. The vibrations were nice and that is only at the lowest setting. With a small smile he lays out a towel on his bed, locking the bedroom door just to be safe.
He situates himself on his back, languidly dragging his fingers over his body as he thinks about what he is going to do. He is already half hard and has been since he started getting ready. Excitement thrums through his body as he pushes any questions of his sexuality to the farthest part of his mind, ignoring them in favor of finding release in the pleasure he has so recently discovered. Kyungsoo decides waiting has been more than enough of a tease and that he wants to get on to the best part. He opens his chosen lube, dipping his fingers in and scrunching his nose at the cold slimy feeling. Letting out a shuddering breath his fingers trace the edge of his puckered hole, the tip of his forefinger teasing as it dips in only to resist the pull of his muscles urging it deeper. His cock hardens further against his stomach and wetness begins to seep from the slit.
He lets a moan out, no longer afraid of his housemates hearing him. It echoes in the empty room and in the excitement of the sound he slides his finger inside, moving it and quickly finding his favorite spot. He presses down and closes his eyes as he slips another finger in, now more used to the stretch, using the shocks of pleasure from teasing his prostate to cover any discomfort. Kyungsoo thrusts his fingers, stroking along his walls and differing the pressure of his fingertips, exploring now that he has the time. His cock jerks and he pulls his fingers free. He does not want this to be over before he has had the chance to play with his new toy.
Kyungsoo cleans his fingers with a tissue before scooping out more Vaseline and spreading it thickly on his toy. Stroking the phallus feels strange; he has never had anything but his own penis in his hands before. He shifts back on top of his towel, his head on a pillow and his legs bent so his feet are flat on the bed. Tentatively Kyungsoo presses the head of the toy to his hole, letting out a breath and pressing in. It feels so much more solid than his fingers and he cannot help but clench down pain radiating up his spine. He pulls the plastic away, forcing himself to relax before he tries again.
On his second try Kyungsoo gets the head of the toy inside of him, throwing his head back and letting out a whine at the pressure, the hard plastic stretching him open with no give. He pushes it in farther and then stills his hand, letting his muscles adjust. It definitely feels like more than two fingers now. When the burn fades and the toy feels less cold Kyungsoo reaches the base best as he can without moving it and twists the bottom. Vibrations start and Kyungsoo swears. It feels better than he could have imagined, shaking his insides and making his clenching muscles flutter as they try to get more of the sensation. It takes him a moment to get to the point where he has the presence of mind to start slowly moving the toy, the vibrations making him pant. It is when the buzzing head hits his prostate that his back arches off the bed and a cry is ripped from his throat. Whatever pain lingered is gone and Kyungsoo begins to thrust the toy in and out, angling it to hit that spot.
His eyes are closed, focused solely on the feeling of his toy deep inside of him. The sound of a key scraping in the lock nor the door opening break though his haze. It is not until he hears a “fuck, Soo” that he opens his eyes.
“What the hell Baekhyun?!” Kyungsoo tries to sit up and cover himself, but he does not pull out the toy and the motion jostles it, forcing it hard against his inner walls. This shocks Kyungsoo and he falls back panting, as the toys buzzes, still inside him.
Baekhyun licks his lips and lets his eyes taking the entire sight of a debauched Kyungsoo. “Is this why you wanted Junmyeon to take the rest of us out? Kkaebsong.”
Kyungsoo refuses to look at him, already feeling overly flushed. “Yeah.” His voice sounds breathless and weak and he hates it, especially against the glee he can hear in Baekhyun’s voice. “Why are you here?”
“I left my phone, but that’s not important. Do you need help with that? I could lend you a…hand.” Baekhyun grins, one of his forefingers dragging up the outside of Kyungsoo’s sweaty thigh. The touch makes Kyungsoo shake. Baekhyun does have pretty fingers, almost like a girl. This would all be so much easier if he no longer had to reach around to use his own hands or move the toy himself. It’s just friends helping each other out, right? Trying not to think too hard about it Kyungsoo nods. “No Soo, I’m gonna need you to say it.”
Kyungsoo lets out a shuddering sigh. “Yes, Baekhyun, please help me.”
“That’s perfect.” Baekhyun shucks off his jacket and shoes and moves to kneel on the bed between his legs. He presses his palms on the inside of Kyungsoo’s thick thighs, forcing them to open further, putting the younger completely on display. “Do you have any idea how hot you look like this?”
“Shut up. Please.” Kyungsoo throws his arm up, forearm covering his eyes. What he does not expect is to feel the vibrations on his toy turn up and it to move, thrusting in and out. A whine escapes him and he bites down on his full bottom lip to try and stifle it.
“Do you like this?” Baekhyun grins as he angles the toy, hitting his prostate only on every other thrust. Kyungsoo lets out another muffled noise and so he drags out the next movement, making sure the vibrating tip is torturing Kyungsoo with bliss. Kyungsoo swears as his whole body tenses and the muscles in his legs quiver, come leaking from the tip of his cock in a heady flow. “Fuck, god, fuck. Did you just come?”
Kyungsoo unclenches his jaw and looks at Baekhyun when he feels the toy no longer moving inside him. The older singer is gazing down at his groin, pupils blown wide. “I don’t think so, but it was something.” Baekhyun moves the hands that have been holding his thighs up along the v of his hips and over the mess Kyungsoo has made on his stomach. Uncovering his eyes, Kyungsoo watches with baited breath as Baekhyun brings his wet hand to his mouth, letting his tongue come out to clean his pretty fingers. Sure, Kyungsoo has seen things like it on his computer, sound almost muted and in the dark, but for some reason watching Baekhyun do it now, even if he had never imagined another man like that, was so much better; so much hotter. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun, please do something.”
“Yes.” Baekhyun moans around the fingers still in his mouth, pulling both them and the toy free. The vibrator he wraps in a tissue and leaves on Kyungsoo’s nightstand, the movement stretching him over the smaller man. Their faces come close and Baekhyun hovers there, searching for something in Kyungsoo’s face. Kyungsoo makes the next move, lifting his head and capturing Baekhyun’s lips. The kiss is soft; a pressing of full lips to thin, until Baekhyun begins to kiss Kyungsoo back, pressing his head back into his pillow and angling so he can deepen the kiss. Kyungsoo lets out a noise, one hand coming up to grip at Baekhyun’s dark hair. Their tongues tangle, each trying to control the kiss. Baekhyun lets his body fall and cage in Kyungsoo, their fronts pressed flush together. He grinds down, his burgeoning erection against Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo groans and arches up, the scraping of Baekhyun’s jeans too much against his over-sensitized skin.
Kyungsoo breaks their kiss and pushes Baekhyun away, his eyes wide and his hands pulling at Baekhyun’s clothing. “Take it off. Jeans, too much.” Kyungsoo finds that the words tumble out of his mouth half formed and breathy. Baekhyun mumbles something to himself and hurries to comply. He throws his clothes, already messy from where they had rubbed against Kyungsoo’s stomach, somewhere in the room--an action that would usually annoy Kyungsoo but in his state of arousal he finds he does not mind at all. Once Baekhyun is bare he climbs back to kneel over Kyungsoo, dipping his head to kiss him as he gathers Vaseline on his fingers and brings them down between Kyungsoo’s legs.
They separate for air and Baekhyun rests their foreheads together. “Is this ok?” The cool gel drags along the thin skin of Kyungsoo’s inner thigh.
Kyungsoo spreads his legs eagerly. “Yes.” He closes his eyes and Baekhyun kisses him again as two slim fingers press inside him slowly. It feels different than when he did it himself. More wild, as he no longer has any control, and better, the anticipation of what will happen making it all that better. The fingers move easily within him, his muscles already stretched. “More, please.” The words were mouthed into the kiss, Kyungsoo not wanting to break away. Baekhyun complies and a third finger presses in. They easily find his prostate, rubbing at it and Kyungsoo breaks the kiss only to whine against the skin of Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun keeps hitting that spot as he thrusts his fingers, thumb rubbing at the tender skin between his hole and balls, making the sensation even more intense.
Baekhyun manages to pull their lips apart so he can place a line of kisses along Kyungsoo’s jaw and down his chest, licking at a nipple and then nosing at Kyungsoo’s soft belly. “You feel so good.” He crooks his fingers, dragging his nails across the tender organ and Kyungsoo screams. The feeling is sharp and overwhelming and Baekhyun has to hold slim hips down to keep the younger from hurting himself. Baekhyun has always kept his nails long, but well-trimmed and they bite into the sensitive tissue there, pain and pleasure mixing.
Baekhyun pulls away completely, his fingers coming free. Kyungsoo pants with his mouth open and weakly lifts a hand to bring him back. “No, don’t stop. Do something, please, anything.” He gazes at Baekhyun, seeing him flushed down to his chest, his cock hard against his stomach as he strokes it with the fingers that had just been inside Kyungsoo. “You can, um,” Kyungsoo feels his cheeks burning, even through his blush of arousal.
The corner of Baekhyun’s lips curl up in a sly smile as he realizes what the other wants. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He bends over so their faces are inches apart. “Does good little straight-boy Kyungsoo want me to fuck him?”
Kyungsoo takes in a sharp breath. “Yes.” It is nothing he would have considered before the past few weeks, but now, with Baekhyun over him, his pretty fingers having just been inside him, it is exactly what he wants. “Fuck me. I want to know what it feels like.” Baekhyun kisses him harshly, pressing him deeper into the bed.
Baekhyun pulls back enough to shift Kyungsoo’s hips, pulling them up so that thighs lay open on top of his with legs around his waist. He slicks himself with lube and lines his hard cock up. “Just tell me to stop.”
“No, do it.” Kyungsoo watches with heavy eyes as Baekhyun presses in. He gasps at the sensation, hot, stretching him so much like the toy but without the cold, the unforgiving harshness. It is equally hard though and it feels so much better than he could have imagined. There is a burn, but not more than anything else he has tried. Baekhyun is still once he is fully buried, slumped over him, gasping for breath. “Move, please god, move.”
“Just hold on. You’re so fucking tight, I need a sec.” Baekhyun takes deep breaths, pushing back the urge to give in and come after one stroke like some child. Once he feels his body is back under his control he pulls his hips back slowly, holding Kyungsoo firm before pushing back in, letting the heat overtake him as his hips are pressed flush to Kyungsoo’s round ass.
“More.” Kyungsoo arches his back and grinds his hips against Baekhyun’s, trying to get more.
“Fine, fine.” Focusing on breathing, Baekhyun repeats the motion, this time faster, the wet sounds of his cock moving, filling the younger singer, loud in his ears. He does it again as Kyungsoo tightens his legs, ankles crossing at the small of his back and forcing him deeper. Kyungsoo moans and he starts to set a rhythm.
Baekhyun shifts to find better leverage on the bed and this draws a “yes!” from Kyungsoo. “There, it’s there!” He keeps in that position, speeding up his hips as Kyungsoo thrashes in his grasp. Baekhyun does not think he will last much longer when Kyungsoo drags him down for a sloppy kiss.
Their tongues move together slickly, Kyungsoo arching into his movements, pleasure shooting up his spine. Baekhyun bites down on his lower lip and Kyungsoo tenses, coming all over his chest and between their stomachs untouched. It takes him as a surprise, the pleasure blinding and making him cry out Baekhyun’s name. Baekhyun swears as Kyungsoo’s muscles clamp down, fluttering around him. He manages another thrust before pulling out and stroking himself once and coming, adding to the mess already on Kyungsoo’s stomach. Baekhyun slumps forwards in the aftermath of his orgasm, pleasure thrumming through his body. Kyungsoo is in the same state beneath him. Baekhyun regains his breath first, rolling off of Kyungsoo. “Fuck, Kyunggie, that was really good.” He pushes his bangs off of his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.
Kyungsoo turns his head slowly, looking at Baekhyun with sleepy eyes. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath and shakes his head minutely, smiling to himself. “I think you may have ruined me.”
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