lean on me; for michaelwesten
Title: lean on me
Rating: nc17
Length: ~2900 words
Summary: finally meeting baekhyun in the flesh is good in some ways and better in others. snapshots of a "long-distance boyfriends turned cohabitants" au.
Warning/s: explicit sex
Notes: dear michaelwesten, thank you so much for the lovely prompts! hope this is close to what you were looking for. ♥
Baekhyun's waiting for him outside LAX. His face looks pointier in real life than it does on Jongin's computer screen, and his grin seems several times wider, stretching from ear to ear. Jongin's pretty sure this is the first time he's seen Baekhyun's entire body all at once: the sweep of his bangs, his broad shoulders, the flat line of his torso, the beat-up Chucks he has on. He's-very well put together.
"Welcome to sunny California," Baekhyun says, leaning back against the hood of his car. "How was your flight?"
It takes a minute for Jongin to unstick his throat. "Fine," he croaks, finally, and shuffles toward the back to load his suitcases in Baekhyun's trunk. Now that they're breathing the same air, it's kind of difficult to look Baekhyun in the eye.
"Hey," Baekhyun says again, and then his hand slides under Jongin's chin to tilt his face up, the smooth tips of Baekhyun's fingers very warm against Jongin's skin. He leans close enough that their noses brush against each other, and Jongin goes a little cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze. Baekhyun waits for a minute, and then gets up on his toes and presses a deliberate kiss into Jongin's mouth, brief heat that lodges itself in the back of Jongin's mouth, like the aftereffects of a sip of hot chocolate.
"What was that for?" Jongin asks, but his hands settle on the curve of Baekhyun's hips and keep him close when he tries to move back.
Baekhyun scrunches his nose. Jongin's seen him do that countless times through FaceTime and Skype calls, but something about the real thing makes him want to lean down and kiss him again. "You looked like you needed it," he says. He squeezes Jongin's chin in his cupped palm before drawing away.
Jongin met Baekhyun through League of Legends when he was in college. It sounds juvenile as hell whenever he tries to tell anyone about the guy he's dating; we met through an online MMO and hit it off doesn't really have a ring to it. Jongin usually mumbles something about being in a long-distance relationship and leaves it at that. Taemin hadn't been convinced Baekhyun was even real ("That's just the name you gave your blow-up Wargreymon body pillow, right?" "Shut up, Taemin.") until he barged in on Jongin video-calling him once, and that was only after Baekhyun had written "JONGIN HAS AN AMAZING ASS" on a sheet of paper and waved it at his webcam for Taemin to see. "I guess he's alright," Taemin had said later, crossing his arms, which was about all the approval Jongin would ever eke out of him.
As far as relationships go, Baekhyun's pretty easygoing. When Jongin mentioned he might be moving into the area to look for employment at a studio, he'd been enthusiastic about Jongin staying with him. "It doesn't have to be long term if you don't want it to be," he'd said, casual as ever, voice crackling with feedback through Jongin's phone. "But if you need a place to crash, my door's always open."
It's a thirty-minute drive to Baekhyun's apartment in the city. Baekhyun spends five minutes trying to lug Jongin's big suitcase up the stairs to the second story before Jongin takes pity on him and hefts it up himself. "Weakling," he says, grinning, and yells when Baekhyun jabs an elbow in his gut.
For the longest time, even after they stopped playing League and their friendship had persisted across less nerdy social media, the image of Baekhyun in Jongin's mind's eye was always his champion, Irelia, the Will of the Blades, swooping through the jungle with scissor blades and lopping the heads off monster respawns. "Why do you play a girl?" Jongin had asked him once, chewing on his lip.
Through the light of his computer screen, Baekhyun scratched the bottom of his chin and smiled. "Makes it a lot easier to score free shit off gullible dudes like you."
Baekhyun, as it turns out, doesn't fundamentally believe in waking up before noon on Saturday. Jongin goes out for a morning run and comes back to see him still sprawled across the bed, a bit of drool running out the corner of his mouth, hair pressed flat on the right side of his head.
Jongin snorts and moves into bathroom to wash up. Baekhyun had given him the grand tour yesterday and proudly presented him his own mug ("Dickbutt?" "Don't ask.") and toothbrush. When he steps out toweling his hair dry, Baekhyun's flipped over onto his stomach, hanging halfway off his mattress, bony shoulder blades rising and falling with every snore.
He does wake up when Jongin starts up the coffee machine, enticed out of his room by the heavy smell of caffeine. "It's too early to be alive," he croaks, shuffling over, carding a hand through his bedhead.
Jongin carefully passes him a full mug and squints at the shirt he's pulled on. "Is that my shirt?"
Baekhyun looks down at himself. It's the gray, long-sleeved HBA shirt Jongin had packed last weekend. Baekhyun's shoulders fill the shirt alright, but the rest hangs off him, big and loose. When he curls up in his chair, he stretches the fabric over his knees and retracts his legs, props his chin against his kneecap like a little turtle. "It's a nice shirt," Baekhyun says, smiling sleepily. "Smells like you." Jongin resists the urge to reach out and tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. He just drinks more coffee instead.
All of Jongin's family and friends are peppered along the East Coast, mostly in New England and the rest down in Florida. Relocation itself is already a big enough deal without thinking about readjusting his relationships with everyone he knows, but Baekhyun is talkative enough for five people. He does a good job filling the void while Jongin fills out job applications his first month on the West Coast. The afternoon he comes back from his first audition, Baekhyun's waiting for him in the living room, drowning in one of Jongin's varsity jackets. "Let's go out for drinks tonight," he says, beaming. "My treat."
"Do you even have any clothes of your own?" Jongin asks, but he lets Baekhyun hook him in for a smacking kiss. "Did you just walk around naked before I got here?"
Baekhyun waggles his eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Baekhyun's friends are - loud, like he is. Or, well, at least one of them is. Chanyeol, the one who works at the same marketing firm that he does and asks Jongin a lot of probing questions about his relationship with Baekhyun before Baekhyun shuts him down with a punch to the arm. Jongdae, who works in theater, is ironically a little less so, but he smiles a lot and offers to pass Jongin's resume around.
Kyungsoo asks Jongin a lot of pointed questions about his future career plans until Baekhyun shoves a shot in his hands and says, "Enough boring talk. Let's dance."
Baekhyun's idea of dance consists of a lot of limb flailing and hip thrusting, which isn't great by way of technique but is pretty hilarious to watch. Jongin slides behind him, hands settling on Baekhyun's pelvis, and feels him go still beneath his palms. "Move like this," he says, swinging them to the right, and Baekhyun melts into it, leaning back so his sweaty hair rolls against Jongin's collarbone.
At around eleven, he checks his phone and sees the double notification of another walk-in audition and a second audition for the first studio job. Baekhyun's face lights up when Jongin waves it in his face, and rises up on his toes to kiss him, tongue tracing the inside of Jongin's mouth. He tastes like peanuts and Jager. When he leans back, he's grinning. "Hey, hey," he says. "Maybe now you can pay your half of the rent."
Jongin huffs. "I was always going to."
"I don't know," Baekhyun says, pretending to turn it over in his head. "I've heard some horror stories about your freeloading ways. Can't be too careful." He grimaces when Jongin smacks his arm.
"Says the one who steals my entire wardrobe because he's too lazy to do regular laundry."
Baekhyun's eyes dance. "Sorry, I thought I'd signed up for a live-in maid, but I got you instead."
"Seriously, though," Jongin blurts out. "Thank you."
Baekhyun tilts his head. His fingers rub smooth circles above the jut of Jongin's hipbones. "What for?"
Jongin ruffles the hair at the back of his head and purses his lips. "For helping me out so much, I guess. I didn't - I don't know. You've been so nice. By your standards, anyway."
"We're dating," Baekhyun says, laughing drily. "Of course I'm nice."
Jongin makes a face. "It just-I still catch myself texting you sometimes, or about to send you a Skype message from the couch, even though you're in the next room and I can just walk over and see you in person. I knew you were real this whole time but it didn't seem real until now?"
Baekhyun brings a hand up to his mouth, eyes going wide. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I-"
"Have you been cheating on me emotionally, Jongin? With a blow-up Wargreymon body pillow?"
Jongin chokes on his own spit. "Oh my God," he says, and shoves at Baekhyun's shoulder. "You've been talking to Taemin too much. Stop that."
The morning after Jongin gets his first job offer, he emerges from his post-jog shower dripping wet, steam billowing out of the bathroom as he pushes the door open. Baekhyun's actually awake on a Saturday for once in his life, and Jongin can hear his breath catch in his chest when Jongin drops his towel and strikes a pose in the doorway.
"Don't be embarrassing," Baekhyun says, recovering admirably. He stretches his hand out and flips it palm-up, curls his index finger to beckon Jongin closer. "Come over here."
Jongin goes easily, eagerly, knees soaking through the first thin layer of duvet on the bed. "You're the embarrassing one," Jongin says, grinning when Baekhyun raises his head to receive the kiss, still gummy-eyed. "Our first time gonna be celebration sex?"
"Maybe it is," Baekhyun says. He moves his hands down to press into jongin's waist, traces the rungs of his ribcages with a thin fingertip. He tries for a sultry expression but just looks constipated more than anything. "Seems as good a time as any."
Jongin noses Baekhyun's temple. "What kind of bedroom eyes are those? Awful."
"You think you could do better?"
"I know I could do better," Jongin says. "I'm a performer, remember? You'd be better off-I don't know. Trying to do aegyo in bed, maybe."
Baekhyun makes an annoyed noise and tries to buck Jongin off. "Oh? Is that what you want?"
Jongin pulls his head back and snorts. "If you do, I'm leaving."
"Would you really?" Baekhyun says, cocking his head to the side. "Andwaeyo," he tries, in the most saccharine voice he can muster.
Jongin pushes his face in the pillow and laughs. "I didn't even have a boner yet, and you just killed it."
"I'm sorry you can't appreciate my charms," Baekhyun huffs. His knees bracket jongin's thighs insistently, a calf wrapping around the small of Jongin's back and tugging him in. "Less talk, Jongin, more action."
"Speak for yourself," Jongin says, but he crushes in closer and brushes his hand against Baekhyun's dick through his boxers, listens to the hitch in Baekhyun's breath with a sense of satisfaction. Baekhyun, he's learned over the past weeks, is the type of person who prides himself on always being in control of a situation, even if he was making himself look like a damn fool. Jongin has come to find that he likes upending those expectations and taking him by surprise.
Which he does, when he pulls Baekhyun's boxers down, grabs Baekhyun's wrist and brings his pretty fingers to his asshole. "What do you want me to do?" Baekhyun breathes, amusement coloring his tone, and Jongin feels his face go a little red.
"Finger yourself," he says, voice cracking in the middle, and then he's pressing his face into the pillow again out of embarrassment at the request. "Please?"
There's a sound of loud sucking, and then Baekhyun lets out a breathy little moan, right into Jongin's ear. The bed creaks beneath them. "Hey," Baekhyun says. "No one else but you is around to appreciate what I'm doing right now, so if you're planning on watching - any day now, Jongin-"
Jongin lifts his head and glances down. Baekhyun's got two fingers twisted up his ass already. Jongin's heart leaps into his throat at the idea of Baekhyun prepping himself while Jongin took his time in the shower. Baekhyun arches his spine a little, clearly enjoying himself. Even in League, back when they'd first met online years ago, Baekhyun had always liked putting on a show. Sex, it seems, is no different. The corner of Baekhyun's mouth jumps when Jongin's gaze trails up to meet his again, and the next sound that comes out of his mouth sounds like something straight out of a porno.
"You gonna do something?" Baekhyun asks, and then he must hit his own prostate because his jaw goes slack and his eyelashes flutter. Jongin inches forward to kiss him again, fits his tongue in between Baekhyun's teeth to caress the top of his mouth, Baekhyun's tongue, the inside of his cheek, everywhere, until Baekhyun's gasping for breath, fingers still up his own ass, his erection hard and burning against Jongin's thigh.
Jongin wraps a hand around his own cock and aligns it with Baekhyun's, drags his palm up both their shafts in unison. He lets out a groan, and half a second later Baekhyun responds in kind, chest heaving.
When he speaks next his voice is an octave higher than usual. "You should fuck me," he says, smile widening even as his neck tightens, veins standing out in prominent relief. He lets his fingers slide out of his ass, fishes a condom from beneath his pillow, slides it on for Jongin. "I've been thinking about it all month, you know." Says it like it's nothing, like there should be no reason for Jongin to hold back. And maybe there isn't.
Jongin's thighs press down against the curve of Baekhyun's ass. He slides in slow and easy, filling Baekhyun up, listening to the sound of Baekhyun's moans increase in key a half step with every half-inch deeper Jongin gets.
"You should consider - going into - musical theater," Jongin bites out, dripping hair grazing the soft skin of Baekhyun's cheeks, and Baekhyun lets out something that sounds like a cross between a snort and a whine.
"Yeah, I'll think about it the next time Jongdae brings it up," Baekhyun groans, and then he rolls his hips up to take Jongin deeper. He meets his downward thrusts with a clench of his asshole every time Jongin rocks into his prostate. "Come on, Jongin, I've seen you dance. I know you can do better than this."
The first time Baekhyun had ever said that to him, in a PvP battle, Jongin had actually fallen for it. But he's smarter, now. Older. Not so quick to show off, or rise to Baekhyun's challenge. He keeps at a torturously slow pace, and laughs when Baekhyun sticks his tongue out at him.
"You're no fun anymore, you know that?"
"Is that why you've kept me around for so long?" Jongin asks, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust, and for the first time he sees what Baekhyun looks like when he's so fucked out that he's lost for words, pink lips parted in a round 'o', lids falling to squeeze his eyes shut, the skin beneath his eyebrows bunched and furrowed. Jongin rolls his hips and Baekhyun's head falls back against his pillows.
"I guess - I just - like routine," Baekhyun groans. His thighs clench, ankles crossing behind Jongin's back. "You could call it a character flaw."
"No," Jongin mutters. "Your biggest character flaw is that you talk too much."
"Yeah?" Baekhyun asks. "Please, you love it-"
"Shut up, hyung," Jongin says, and drives into him so hard that Baekhyun cuts off mid-sentence. Two thrusts later he comes all over his stomach, nipples rubbing against jongin's chest, a loud cry ripped from his mouth. His legs clench all the way around Jongin's waist and hold him inside, Baekhyun's ass clenching around Jongin's dick, and Jongin comes too, thrusts shallowly as he shoots inside the condom.
"You asked me why I kissed you, the first day you got here," Baekhyun says later, when they're lying in bed, after Baekhyun's finished using one of Jongin's dirty shirts to wipe them off, to his lackluster protests. "Remember?"
"Yeah," Jongin says. "Why?"
"I lied," he says, rolling over to drop an open-mouthed kiss on Jongin's shoulder. "Kind of. I said I thought you looked like you needed it, but that wasn't true. I just couldn't help myself." He laughs a little. "Maybe I needed it."
"You're so gross," Jongin says with feeling, and slides his fingers into Baekhyun's hair.
Rating: nc17
Length: ~2900 words
Summary: finally meeting baekhyun in the flesh is good in some ways and better in others. snapshots of a "long-distance boyfriends turned cohabitants" au.
Warning/s: explicit sex
Notes: dear michaelwesten, thank you so much for the lovely prompts! hope this is close to what you were looking for. ♥
Baekhyun's waiting for him outside LAX. His face looks pointier in real life than it does on Jongin's computer screen, and his grin seems several times wider, stretching from ear to ear. Jongin's pretty sure this is the first time he's seen Baekhyun's entire body all at once: the sweep of his bangs, his broad shoulders, the flat line of his torso, the beat-up Chucks he has on. He's-very well put together.
"Welcome to sunny California," Baekhyun says, leaning back against the hood of his car. "How was your flight?"
It takes a minute for Jongin to unstick his throat. "Fine," he croaks, finally, and shuffles toward the back to load his suitcases in Baekhyun's trunk. Now that they're breathing the same air, it's kind of difficult to look Baekhyun in the eye.
"Hey," Baekhyun says again, and then his hand slides under Jongin's chin to tilt his face up, the smooth tips of Baekhyun's fingers very warm against Jongin's skin. He leans close enough that their noses brush against each other, and Jongin goes a little cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze. Baekhyun waits for a minute, and then gets up on his toes and presses a deliberate kiss into Jongin's mouth, brief heat that lodges itself in the back of Jongin's mouth, like the aftereffects of a sip of hot chocolate.
"What was that for?" Jongin asks, but his hands settle on the curve of Baekhyun's hips and keep him close when he tries to move back.
Baekhyun scrunches his nose. Jongin's seen him do that countless times through FaceTime and Skype calls, but something about the real thing makes him want to lean down and kiss him again. "You looked like you needed it," he says. He squeezes Jongin's chin in his cupped palm before drawing away.
Jongin met Baekhyun through League of Legends when he was in college. It sounds juvenile as hell whenever he tries to tell anyone about the guy he's dating; we met through an online MMO and hit it off doesn't really have a ring to it. Jongin usually mumbles something about being in a long-distance relationship and leaves it at that. Taemin hadn't been convinced Baekhyun was even real ("That's just the name you gave your blow-up Wargreymon body pillow, right?" "Shut up, Taemin.") until he barged in on Jongin video-calling him once, and that was only after Baekhyun had written "JONGIN HAS AN AMAZING ASS" on a sheet of paper and waved it at his webcam for Taemin to see. "I guess he's alright," Taemin had said later, crossing his arms, which was about all the approval Jongin would ever eke out of him.
As far as relationships go, Baekhyun's pretty easygoing. When Jongin mentioned he might be moving into the area to look for employment at a studio, he'd been enthusiastic about Jongin staying with him. "It doesn't have to be long term if you don't want it to be," he'd said, casual as ever, voice crackling with feedback through Jongin's phone. "But if you need a place to crash, my door's always open."
It's a thirty-minute drive to Baekhyun's apartment in the city. Baekhyun spends five minutes trying to lug Jongin's big suitcase up the stairs to the second story before Jongin takes pity on him and hefts it up himself. "Weakling," he says, grinning, and yells when Baekhyun jabs an elbow in his gut.
For the longest time, even after they stopped playing League and their friendship had persisted across less nerdy social media, the image of Baekhyun in Jongin's mind's eye was always his champion, Irelia, the Will of the Blades, swooping through the jungle with scissor blades and lopping the heads off monster respawns. "Why do you play a girl?" Jongin had asked him once, chewing on his lip.
Through the light of his computer screen, Baekhyun scratched the bottom of his chin and smiled. "Makes it a lot easier to score free shit off gullible dudes like you."
Baekhyun, as it turns out, doesn't fundamentally believe in waking up before noon on Saturday. Jongin goes out for a morning run and comes back to see him still sprawled across the bed, a bit of drool running out the corner of his mouth, hair pressed flat on the right side of his head.
Jongin snorts and moves into bathroom to wash up. Baekhyun had given him the grand tour yesterday and proudly presented him his own mug ("Dickbutt?" "Don't ask.") and toothbrush. When he steps out toweling his hair dry, Baekhyun's flipped over onto his stomach, hanging halfway off his mattress, bony shoulder blades rising and falling with every snore.
He does wake up when Jongin starts up the coffee machine, enticed out of his room by the heavy smell of caffeine. "It's too early to be alive," he croaks, shuffling over, carding a hand through his bedhead.
Jongin carefully passes him a full mug and squints at the shirt he's pulled on. "Is that my shirt?"
Baekhyun looks down at himself. It's the gray, long-sleeved HBA shirt Jongin had packed last weekend. Baekhyun's shoulders fill the shirt alright, but the rest hangs off him, big and loose. When he curls up in his chair, he stretches the fabric over his knees and retracts his legs, props his chin against his kneecap like a little turtle. "It's a nice shirt," Baekhyun says, smiling sleepily. "Smells like you." Jongin resists the urge to reach out and tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. He just drinks more coffee instead.
All of Jongin's family and friends are peppered along the East Coast, mostly in New England and the rest down in Florida. Relocation itself is already a big enough deal without thinking about readjusting his relationships with everyone he knows, but Baekhyun is talkative enough for five people. He does a good job filling the void while Jongin fills out job applications his first month on the West Coast. The afternoon he comes back from his first audition, Baekhyun's waiting for him in the living room, drowning in one of Jongin's varsity jackets. "Let's go out for drinks tonight," he says, beaming. "My treat."
"Do you even have any clothes of your own?" Jongin asks, but he lets Baekhyun hook him in for a smacking kiss. "Did you just walk around naked before I got here?"
Baekhyun waggles his eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Baekhyun's friends are - loud, like he is. Or, well, at least one of them is. Chanyeol, the one who works at the same marketing firm that he does and asks Jongin a lot of probing questions about his relationship with Baekhyun before Baekhyun shuts him down with a punch to the arm. Jongdae, who works in theater, is ironically a little less so, but he smiles a lot and offers to pass Jongin's resume around.
Kyungsoo asks Jongin a lot of pointed questions about his future career plans until Baekhyun shoves a shot in his hands and says, "Enough boring talk. Let's dance."
Baekhyun's idea of dance consists of a lot of limb flailing and hip thrusting, which isn't great by way of technique but is pretty hilarious to watch. Jongin slides behind him, hands settling on Baekhyun's pelvis, and feels him go still beneath his palms. "Move like this," he says, swinging them to the right, and Baekhyun melts into it, leaning back so his sweaty hair rolls against Jongin's collarbone.
At around eleven, he checks his phone and sees the double notification of another walk-in audition and a second audition for the first studio job. Baekhyun's face lights up when Jongin waves it in his face, and rises up on his toes to kiss him, tongue tracing the inside of Jongin's mouth. He tastes like peanuts and Jager. When he leans back, he's grinning. "Hey, hey," he says. "Maybe now you can pay your half of the rent."
Jongin huffs. "I was always going to."
"I don't know," Baekhyun says, pretending to turn it over in his head. "I've heard some horror stories about your freeloading ways. Can't be too careful." He grimaces when Jongin smacks his arm.
"Says the one who steals my entire wardrobe because he's too lazy to do regular laundry."
Baekhyun's eyes dance. "Sorry, I thought I'd signed up for a live-in maid, but I got you instead."
"Seriously, though," Jongin blurts out. "Thank you."
Baekhyun tilts his head. His fingers rub smooth circles above the jut of Jongin's hipbones. "What for?"
Jongin ruffles the hair at the back of his head and purses his lips. "For helping me out so much, I guess. I didn't - I don't know. You've been so nice. By your standards, anyway."
"We're dating," Baekhyun says, laughing drily. "Of course I'm nice."
Jongin makes a face. "It just-I still catch myself texting you sometimes, or about to send you a Skype message from the couch, even though you're in the next room and I can just walk over and see you in person. I knew you were real this whole time but it didn't seem real until now?"
Baekhyun brings a hand up to his mouth, eyes going wide. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I-"
"Have you been cheating on me emotionally, Jongin? With a blow-up Wargreymon body pillow?"
Jongin chokes on his own spit. "Oh my God," he says, and shoves at Baekhyun's shoulder. "You've been talking to Taemin too much. Stop that."
The morning after Jongin gets his first job offer, he emerges from his post-jog shower dripping wet, steam billowing out of the bathroom as he pushes the door open. Baekhyun's actually awake on a Saturday for once in his life, and Jongin can hear his breath catch in his chest when Jongin drops his towel and strikes a pose in the doorway.
"Don't be embarrassing," Baekhyun says, recovering admirably. He stretches his hand out and flips it palm-up, curls his index finger to beckon Jongin closer. "Come over here."
Jongin goes easily, eagerly, knees soaking through the first thin layer of duvet on the bed. "You're the embarrassing one," Jongin says, grinning when Baekhyun raises his head to receive the kiss, still gummy-eyed. "Our first time gonna be celebration sex?"
"Maybe it is," Baekhyun says. He moves his hands down to press into jongin's waist, traces the rungs of his ribcages with a thin fingertip. He tries for a sultry expression but just looks constipated more than anything. "Seems as good a time as any."
Jongin noses Baekhyun's temple. "What kind of bedroom eyes are those? Awful."
"You think you could do better?"
"I know I could do better," Jongin says. "I'm a performer, remember? You'd be better off-I don't know. Trying to do aegyo in bed, maybe."
Baekhyun makes an annoyed noise and tries to buck Jongin off. "Oh? Is that what you want?"
Jongin pulls his head back and snorts. "If you do, I'm leaving."
"Would you really?" Baekhyun says, cocking his head to the side. "Andwaeyo," he tries, in the most saccharine voice he can muster.
Jongin pushes his face in the pillow and laughs. "I didn't even have a boner yet, and you just killed it."
"I'm sorry you can't appreciate my charms," Baekhyun huffs. His knees bracket jongin's thighs insistently, a calf wrapping around the small of Jongin's back and tugging him in. "Less talk, Jongin, more action."
"Speak for yourself," Jongin says, but he crushes in closer and brushes his hand against Baekhyun's dick through his boxers, listens to the hitch in Baekhyun's breath with a sense of satisfaction. Baekhyun, he's learned over the past weeks, is the type of person who prides himself on always being in control of a situation, even if he was making himself look like a damn fool. Jongin has come to find that he likes upending those expectations and taking him by surprise.
Which he does, when he pulls Baekhyun's boxers down, grabs Baekhyun's wrist and brings his pretty fingers to his asshole. "What do you want me to do?" Baekhyun breathes, amusement coloring his tone, and Jongin feels his face go a little red.
"Finger yourself," he says, voice cracking in the middle, and then he's pressing his face into the pillow again out of embarrassment at the request. "Please?"
There's a sound of loud sucking, and then Baekhyun lets out a breathy little moan, right into Jongin's ear. The bed creaks beneath them. "Hey," Baekhyun says. "No one else but you is around to appreciate what I'm doing right now, so if you're planning on watching - any day now, Jongin-"
Jongin lifts his head and glances down. Baekhyun's got two fingers twisted up his ass already. Jongin's heart leaps into his throat at the idea of Baekhyun prepping himself while Jongin took his time in the shower. Baekhyun arches his spine a little, clearly enjoying himself. Even in League, back when they'd first met online years ago, Baekhyun had always liked putting on a show. Sex, it seems, is no different. The corner of Baekhyun's mouth jumps when Jongin's gaze trails up to meet his again, and the next sound that comes out of his mouth sounds like something straight out of a porno.
"You gonna do something?" Baekhyun asks, and then he must hit his own prostate because his jaw goes slack and his eyelashes flutter. Jongin inches forward to kiss him again, fits his tongue in between Baekhyun's teeth to caress the top of his mouth, Baekhyun's tongue, the inside of his cheek, everywhere, until Baekhyun's gasping for breath, fingers still up his own ass, his erection hard and burning against Jongin's thigh.
Jongin wraps a hand around his own cock and aligns it with Baekhyun's, drags his palm up both their shafts in unison. He lets out a groan, and half a second later Baekhyun responds in kind, chest heaving.
When he speaks next his voice is an octave higher than usual. "You should fuck me," he says, smile widening even as his neck tightens, veins standing out in prominent relief. He lets his fingers slide out of his ass, fishes a condom from beneath his pillow, slides it on for Jongin. "I've been thinking about it all month, you know." Says it like it's nothing, like there should be no reason for Jongin to hold back. And maybe there isn't.
Jongin's thighs press down against the curve of Baekhyun's ass. He slides in slow and easy, filling Baekhyun up, listening to the sound of Baekhyun's moans increase in key a half step with every half-inch deeper Jongin gets.
"You should consider - going into - musical theater," Jongin bites out, dripping hair grazing the soft skin of Baekhyun's cheeks, and Baekhyun lets out something that sounds like a cross between a snort and a whine.
"Yeah, I'll think about it the next time Jongdae brings it up," Baekhyun groans, and then he rolls his hips up to take Jongin deeper. He meets his downward thrusts with a clench of his asshole every time Jongin rocks into his prostate. "Come on, Jongin, I've seen you dance. I know you can do better than this."
The first time Baekhyun had ever said that to him, in a PvP battle, Jongin had actually fallen for it. But he's smarter, now. Older. Not so quick to show off, or rise to Baekhyun's challenge. He keeps at a torturously slow pace, and laughs when Baekhyun sticks his tongue out at him.
"You're no fun anymore, you know that?"
"Is that why you've kept me around for so long?" Jongin asks, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust, and for the first time he sees what Baekhyun looks like when he's so fucked out that he's lost for words, pink lips parted in a round 'o', lids falling to squeeze his eyes shut, the skin beneath his eyebrows bunched and furrowed. Jongin rolls his hips and Baekhyun's head falls back against his pillows.
"I guess - I just - like routine," Baekhyun groans. His thighs clench, ankles crossing behind Jongin's back. "You could call it a character flaw."
"No," Jongin mutters. "Your biggest character flaw is that you talk too much."
"Yeah?" Baekhyun asks. "Please, you love it-"
"Shut up, hyung," Jongin says, and drives into him so hard that Baekhyun cuts off mid-sentence. Two thrusts later he comes all over his stomach, nipples rubbing against jongin's chest, a loud cry ripped from his mouth. His legs clench all the way around Jongin's waist and hold him inside, Baekhyun's ass clenching around Jongin's dick, and Jongin comes too, thrusts shallowly as he shoots inside the condom.
"You asked me why I kissed you, the first day you got here," Baekhyun says later, when they're lying in bed, after Baekhyun's finished using one of Jongin's dirty shirts to wipe them off, to his lackluster protests. "Remember?"
"Yeah," Jongin says. "Why?"
"I lied," he says, rolling over to drop an open-mouthed kiss on Jongin's shoulder. "Kind of. I said I thought you looked like you needed it, but that wasn't true. I just couldn't help myself." He laughs a little. "Maybe I needed it."
"You're so gross," Jongin says with feeling, and slides his fingers into Baekhyun's hair.