(literally) falling for you; (2/2); for EVERYONE

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They’re on season 2 episode 42 of Dragon Ball Z. Goku has just escaped from the hospital and the only thing Baekhyun can focus on his how Jongin’s lips are moving without making a sound. He’s reciting the subtitles to himself with his eyes squinted, and Baekhyun thinks he could kiss him right then and there.

Take it slow, he reminds himself. Right, slow. Inch closer and simply melt against Jongin’s side just as Sehun had advised.

Baekhyun can do this.

Jongin stretches out, arms going above his head and his body tilting over far enough to cause his shirt to ride up and reveal the slightest sliver of soft, tan skin, and suddenly Baekhyun is at a loss of what to do. He has this theory that Jongin’s skin would feel like melted chocolate under his fingertips and he’s probably always warm to the touch, and maybe if Baekhyun skimmed his fingers over a hip bone Jongin would be covered in goosebumps. It’s a nice thought and Baekhyun needs to rid himself of it quickly.

“Ah, shit,” Jongin curses, hand sliding around to press against his lower back.

“Something wrong?”

The way his face scrunches in discomfort gives Baekhyun his answer.

“I twisted my waist today and it’s been acting up ever since. Sehun will kill me if he finds out,” he tries to laugh it off.

“I have an ice pack. Or does heat help more? Tylenol? I have a cabinet full of stuff for muscle aches and pain relief.” Baekhyun says, already on his feet and heading to the bathroom to dig through his medicine cabinet.

He’s had his fair share of aching muscles and injuries over the years thanks to hapkido, and he has a cabinet and drawer full of creams and patches and pain relievers to prove it. Rummaging through the drawer, Baekhyun pulls out a medicated balm before reaching into his medicine cabinet for the Tylenol.

“Thanks, hyung,” Jongin tells him sheepishly. He tosses two Tylenol back in one go.

“No problem,” Baekhyun returns the shy grin and makes himself comfortable back in his spot as Jongin reads over the label of the medicated balm.

With the show paused, it’s too easy for Baekhyun’s focus to latch right onto Jongin. His brows are furrowed cutely and his lips are parted and pouty and he’s so cute that Baekhyun could burst. He’s so entranced with Jongin that he almost misses it when Jongin turns to him and says, “Hyung?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah?”

There’s a pink hue to Jongin’s cheeks as he holds the small jar of balm up, “Can you… put this on my lower back?”

Baekhyun nearly gulps at the thought. Soft skin under his fingertips and the slick slide of balm and… oh boy. He’ll have to keep in mind that this is for a good purpose, that Jongin needs him to do this so the pain will subside. There’s absolutely nothing sexual about it.

Jongin turns and raises his shirt up just enough that the small of his back is exposed. His skin, just as Baekhyun had imagined, is soft like velvet and warm and wonderful, and he has no complaints at all about having to do this at all. Baekhyun presses his fingers along the dips of Jongin’s spine, kneading out knots and tension, and Jongin makes a noise that catches in his throat before it can escalate.

“Where’d you learn that?” Jongin asks as Baekhyun continues working out the aches.

Once upon a time, a certain someone constantly came home with dance-related injuries and Baekhyun quickly learned how to put his hands to good use. Yixing always did tell him that his hands were talented in more ways than one.

“My ex-boyfriend was a dancer, he always came home injured and overworked.”

“Oh,” Jongin breathes, “I’m sorry.”

How cute, Baekhyun thinks.

“How’d you end up with this injury?”

Jongin laughs lightly, “It happened during my freshmen year. I didn’t execute a grand jeté properly thus resulting in this lovely injury.”

“Ballet seems dangerous,” Baekhyun frowns. Jongin lowers his shirt, and Baekhyun gets the hint to (reluctantly) withdraw his hand.

“It can be if you’re not careful,” Jongin yawns, mouth stretching open wide and his eyes shutting to their own accord. No one should look that cute when they yawn.

Jongin looks sleepy and soft and before Baekhyun realizes what he’s doing, he pats his lap and, “You can lay down.”

Jongin makes a face, “On your lap?”

“It’s quite a comfortable lap, I’ll have you know,” Baekhyun scoffs in fake offense.

Jongin eyes him again, “You’re not just trying to get your dick sucked, are you?”

Oh wow, there’s a thought that Baekhyun certainly didn’t need. As if the thought of Jongin’s plump lips alone weren’t enough to drive him up the wall with frustration, now he’s stuck thinking about those lips doing things and Baekhyun thinks it’s safe to consider this to be some weird form of homicide.

He falters for a second before he’s able to form a proper sentence.

“Jongin, if I was trying to get my dick sucked don’t you think I would have a better way to go about it? I’m not that lame.”

Jongin eyes him up and down, humming with his eyes narrowed before he shrugs and makes his head comfortable in Baekhyun’s lap. To say the least, Baekhyun is surprised but definitely not complaining because the weight and warm of Jongin’s head there is nice and he looks adorable. The slope of his nose and natural pout of his lips are extremely adorable from the side.

Operation get to the cuddling stage complete.

Now if Baekhyun can just last without popping an accidental boner…

It’s all smooth sailing from there.

It’s a quick discovery that Jongin’s head fits too well in Baekhyun’s lap and that very position sort of becomes their go-to during their anime marathons. You would think that after the first few times Baekhyun would get used to it, but no, no he doesn’t. If anything, he just continues to grow giddier each time Jongin plops his head right on top of the pair of pillowy thighs.

It’s not unusual for them to fall asleep in that position either, and for some reason, Baekhyun doesn’t mind waking up with an annoying kink in his neck hours later when Jongin realizes how late it is and scurries to make it home before Sehun starts blowing up his phone.

Some nights, Jongin’s waist acts up and Baekhyun doesn’t hesitate to rub out the kinks. Other nights, Baekhyun is convinced Jongin is just using his injury as an excuse for a back rub, and Baekhyun still doesn’t hesitate to do so even if Jongin is a complete punk.

“I’ve still never seen you dance,” Baekhyun blurts one night. It’s just a small realization that recently hit him. He hears Jongin talk about dancing, but he’s never actually seen him dance.

“Show me something,” Baekhyun adds with a laugh and watches how Jongin goes red up to his ears.

“I have a better idea. Come to my showcase this Friday? I’m pretty sure Sehun will bring Chanyeol and I don’t want to be the third wheel. Oh, and I also already got you a ticket, so,” Jongin grins, showing a perfect row of pearly whites.

Baekhyun isn’t sure how to describe what he’s feeling, but he finds himself mirroring Jongin’s smile anyway.

“Showcase? That makes you sound so… proper and shit.”

Jongin exhales with a nod, “Yeah, it’s a pretty important event. Talent scouts from all over will be there so it’s kind of make or break, you know?”

Oh, Baekhyun knows. He knows all too well.

Pushing his thoughts to the side, he forces a smile. “You’ll do great, Jongin,” he tells him.

“Thanks, hyung. You’ll come, right?”

How can Baekhyun say no to a smile like that?

Baekhyun has never been a victim of history repeating itself until now. Well, sort of.

It’s different with Jongin than it was with Yixing. He and Yixing were already together a year and a half when he was scouted to go on a world tour, which was such a blow to the chest when Baekhyun had been practically forced to give Yixing up. The break-up was a mutual decision, but Baekhyun’s never really got the memo and kinda just clung onto a false hope that they could pick up where they left off when Yixing returned.

However, Yixing didn’t return for long. He returned long enough to pack up his stuff so he could head back to China, said it would be easier to move on if he weren’t in the same country.

With Jongin, though, there are no deeply rooted feelings. The feelings are there, but still could be fleeting, and Baekhyun thinks maybe it’s not such a bad thing because if Jongin does get scouted then it won’t hurt so bad.

At least that’s what Baekhyun tells himself the first time he ignores one of Jongin’s texts. The fact that Jongin is so busy with rehearsal for the showcase makes it a tad bit easier to avoid him. He’ll be too busy with practice to let any thought of Baekhyun linger for too long and for now it’s the perfect loophole for avoidance.

The guilt sticks around of course, and Baekhyun’s caught himself reaching for his phone to type out a quick reply to Jongin more than once, but leave it, it’s for the better. Even when Kyungsoo notifies Baekhyun of his ever-buzzing phone, he just shrugs it off and tells Kyungsoo he’ll get back to whoever it is later. It’s Jongin, Baekhyun isn’t dumb. Well, he’s not dumb for the most part anyway.

Chanyeol would probably disagree.

But Chanyeol doesn’t need to be in the know about this and neither does Sehun. Baekhyun is well aware that it won’t be a secret forever because they’ll both know once Jongin catches on and goes seeking for answers and comfort within his bitch-faced best friend, but he’s safe for a little while at least.

He busies himself by offering private hapkido lessons during the evening for older age groups, and that also acts as his excuse when the guys ask him where he’s been at lately. He’ll just say that he’s behind on a couple of his bills and he needs the extra money and it’ll be case closed, no prying or prodding at him to tell them what’s on his mind because they’re assholes and they have enough dirt on him as it is.

He just needs a few days to himself to get his head on straight.

Except his few days get cut short the day before Jongin’s showcase when Chanyeol starts banging on Baekhyun’s door sometime between midnight and 1 A.M. Baekhyun gets tangled up in his blankets and nearly trips getting out of bed and he swears he’ll club Chanyeol a good one if he can make it to the door in one piece.

“What… the hell,” he grumbles tiredly, stepping back as quick as he can when Chanyeol bursts through without warning.

“Sehun wants your ass on a platter, you know?” The taller male says calmly, but his face is tense.

Humor, use your humor, Baekhyun. Because apparently sarcasm is the key to getting out of everything in Byun Baekhyun’s opinion.

“Um, I’m flattered?” Baekhyun jokes slowly.

“No,” Chanyeol shakes his head, “he wants your dead ass on a platter. Why are you avoiding Jongin?”

Yikes, there it is.

“Yeol, it’s one in the morning. Can we do this later?” Or never.

“Tomorrow is Jongin’s showcase and you’ve been avoiding him all week. Do you have any idea how bad that looks on you? What’s up?” Chanyeol presses.

Baekhyun drops onto the couch in defeat, rubbing at his throbbing temples because it’s too damn late for this crap and Chanyeol’s voice practically booms in the silence of Baekhyun’s apartment.

“Look,” he starts, “I’m just trying not to get too involved here. He’s a dancer, Yeol. Dancers make it big at some point and start getting all of these amazing offers and I’m not trying to be the one l-”

“-eft behind,” Chanyeol finishes. “Baek, you’re not doing yourself or Jongin any favors here. Yixing left after he got that tour offer and it sucked, I get it, but don’t you think Jongin at least deserves a chance? You and Xing-” Baekhyun smiles fondly at the use of his pet name “-were from completely different worlds.”

It’s moments like this that Baekhyun remembers why Chanyeol earned himself the best friend title years ago, even if he really hates it when Chanyeol is right. Because he really really hates it.

“I hate you,” Baekhyun huffs.

Chanyeol grins, “Nah.”

“Yes, now leave so I can finish my beauty sleep.”

“Are you coming tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll leave quietly.”

Chanyeol backs away with his hands held up as if he’s surrendering and Baekhyun can only glare and snarl.

“Yeol?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem, dumbass.”

Another glare.

“Oh, and Yeol?”

“What?”

“Please don’t let Sehun kill me tomorrow.”

“You look fine, stop fidgeting so much,” Chanyeol hisses lowly. Baekhyun shoots him a sour look and continues to smooth out his shirt anyway.

The auditorium is filled to the brim with people and Baekhyun doesn’t understand how it can be so deadly quiet and so noisy all at once. He can hear distant whispers and seats creaking and the thundering of his heart in his ears because he’s so nervous to see Jongin’s reaction when he spots Baekhyun sitting right there in the front.

It’s dim all around except for the vibrant purple, blue, and yellow lights that hit the stage at a perfect angle. Theatrical fog rolls over the stage in a thick cloud, and it adds on to the ambiance. Jongin is due to perform any minute now. According to Sehun, it’s his first time doing a solo, and the proud smile that stretches over his handsome features makes Baekhyun swell with pride too, which might be a little bit ridiculous. Baekhyun doesn’t care, though.

The lights dim once more just as he’s checking his watch, knees bouncing in anticipation, and when he looks up he’s met with Jongin stepping right into the middle of a spotlight. His stage makeup is dazzling and blinding, the structure of his perfect face enhanced with bronzer and highlighter and his eyes painted charcoal black with his hair parted to the side and pushed back. It’s easy to forget how to breathe for a minute.

“Whoa,” Baekhyun breathes, and Sehun laughs under his breath.

“Pretty, isn’t he?”

“That doesn’t even begin to describe it…”

“Gross, Sehun don’t give him reasons to be all sappy right now.”

If they weren’t in public and if there wasn’t an innocent, sweet looking grandma sitting next to him, Baekhyun would flip Chanyeol the middle finger. He, along with everyone else in the auditorium, is far too busy with his eyes glued to the stage anyway. If Jongin was a masterpiece before, then Baekhyun is at a loss for words to explain what he is now and any word he does manage to come up with is an understatement anyway.

He’ll leave it at masterpiece. Kim Jongin The Masterpiece.

The low hum of instruments start up and Jongin springs into action. Baekhyun has no idea what the proper terms for each leap and twist and turn are, but he does know that it’s beautiful. Jongin moves with so much precision and perfection, his limbs slicing through the air effortlessly like being in the air is where he belongs, and Baekhyun is beyond flabbergasted as he watches.

He’ll have to remember to thank Sehun for not killing him later because this is something he wouldn’t want to miss for anything.

He can see Sehun scoot to the edge of his seat out of the corner of his eye and he’s tempted to mimic the boy’s actions, because who wouldn’t want a closer look at Jongin even if it was just an inch worth? When he takes a quick glance around at everyone else, he finds that there are actually a lot of people at the edge of their seat. Most of them are probably talent scouts, Baekhyun thinks bitterly yet pride floods his chest.

But when he turns his attention back to the stage, his eyes lock with the danseur’s, and he can see the slight upturn of Jongin’s mouth when he spins away to the other end of the stage. Relief hits him like a freight train and he sinks back against the uncomfortable, itchy seat with a sigh. He’d been expecting to get the stink eye or something, but he failed to remember that Kim Jongin has a heart made of actual gold.

Not that Baekhyun deserves to be forgiven just yet.

The last chord of the song fades out just as Jongin lands and slips into a fetal position as if full of despair and sorrow, and then everyone is clapping and standing and Sehun is shouting, “That’s my best friend! You nailed it, Jongin!”

Yellow rose petals start falling from somewhere above the stage and the curtain falls.

After Jongin and the rest of the dancers finish bowing and waving their goodbye’s to the audience, Sehun quickly drags Chanyeol and Baekhyun backstage where Jongin is in the middle of removing his makeup. He only has one eye clean when Sehun tosses his long arms around his shoulders and hugs him tightly.

“You were amazing up there,” Baekhyun hears him murmur. Jongin goes pink on the spot.

“Thanks, Sehun,” he shyly mutters.

“Yeah Jongin, you were incredible!” Chanyeol exclaims. “I mean with all of the spins and the leaps and… just wow, I don’t know how you do it,” he says all in one breath, leaving Jongin to giggle adorably.

“Thank you, hyung.” Always so polite and proper, another one of his cutest traits.

Baekhyun stands there in silence with his eyes cast toward his feet, feeling too awkward and too embarrassed to say what he needs to say with Chanyeol and Sehun hanging around. Instead, he occupies himself by filling his cheeks up with air and pulling faces in the mirror until Jongin glances up and catches him. He grins as he wipes the makeup pad over his other eye while Baekhyun lets the air out of his cheeks and blushes.

“Guys, can I have a minute with Baekhyun hyung? We’ll meet you guys outside, yeah?”

That’s all it takes for Chanyeol to hook his arm around Sehun’s small waist and start guiding him away, giving one of his looks while Sehun sends a death glare in his direction. Baekhyun gulps.

“We’ll bring the car around, right Sehun?”

Sehun grumbles his agreement and allows Chanyeol to tug him along. With them out of sight, Baekhyun feels simultaneously relieved and anxious all at once because now he can speak freely, but he also has no idea where or how to begin.

Seconds of silence tick by. Baekhyun watches the other dancers pack up their belongings and bid each other a farewell before disappearing out the door. By the time the backstage area clears out, Jongin is clean faced and digging through his bag for a change of clothes. Baekhyun is so distracted that it doesn’t even occur to him to turn around as Jongin slides his tights down his toned legs. The tights left very little to the imagination, but seeing everything underneath is a whole different story that Baekhyun never could’ve imagined. The dance belt, of course, covers all of Jongin’s goods, but it’s still an eye full.

Baekhyun wills himself to stay calm as Jongin slips on a pair of gray sweats and a matching hoodie. When everything is covered, he exhales.

“I’m really happy you came,” Jongin finally says. “I didn’t think you would,” the disappointment is evident in his voice, and Baekhyun feels like shit.

“I’m sorry, Jongin. I’m really sorry, but when you mentioned talent scouts and all of that I j-”

“I know. Chanyeol hyung told me. It’s okay, hyung, you don’t have to apologize.”

He really wishes Jongin wasn’t so cute.

“Yes, I do. What I did was wrong and I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Jongin flings his bag over his shoulder and laughs, “Okay, anime marathon and takeout?”

Baekhyun’s smile could split his face, he thinks.

“Deal.”

“Are you guys sure you don’t want to grab something to eat with us?” Chanyeol asks for the millionth time as he pulls up to Baekhyun’s apartment complex.

“No, thank you. Baekhyun hyung and I are just gonna talk and order in. You guys have fun, though! I’ll text you later, Sehun,” Jongin tells him, waving the couple off.

“Protection, Jongin,” is all Sehun says before Chanyeol shifts the car into drive.

Jongin shakes his head at the comment while Baekhyun pretends he didn’t hear it. It’s not a long trip up to the 3rd floor, but it is a trip filled with comfortable silence and a familiarity that Baekhyun didn’t even realize he missed until now; Jongin with his pouty lips and round cheeks and his cute nose and his pretty eyes.

When Baekhyun unlocks his door and steps aside so Jongin can step into his apartment first, he 100% expects Jongin to kick off his shoes and make himself comfortable in his usual spot on the couch while Baekhyun got them drinks and something to snack on until they ordered food.

That doesn’t go as planned.

Instead, he ends up muffling a surprised hmm! when Jongin slots his mouth over Baekhyun’s. Shock and desire hit at the same time, and this is nothing like he pictured their first kiss to be like. When it came to Jongin and kissing, the words gentle and slow were the first things to come to mind. Now, with Jongin being bold and shameless, lips sliding against Baekhyun’s with ease and want, those words seem to disappear from his vocabulary.

“Jongin, wh-” Baekhyun breathes when Jongin pulls away to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” the younger laughs, fingers curling around the collar of Baekhyun’s shirt as he leans in and presses their foreheads together. “Take me to your room, hyung,” Jongin whispers.

Baekhyun is not about to argue. He quickly locks the door before circling his fingers around Jongin’s wrist to tug him down the hallway to his bedroom. From that point on, anything goes, and it’s an unspoken agreement between the two as they each shed their shirts.

Hands slide into Baekhyun’s hair while Baekhyun is busy sliding his thumbs along the sharp cut of a well-defined jaw as if he’s trying to get his fingers to remember each curve and line on Jongin’s face. The fingers at the crown of his head tighten, pulling a muted gasp from deep in his throat as Jongin tugs him back until they’re laying on the bed in a mess of tangled limbs and busy mouths.

Chest to chest, Baekhyun has a hard time figuring out whose heart it is that he feels thudding away. Jongin is so warm underneath him, heaving and panting and never letting Baekhyun’s lip leave his for long. What’s interesting is, Jongin kisses with such desperation and yet with such gentleness, and it’s really a wonderful combination. Baekhyun kind of feels like he’s been kissing Jongin for years-which is something he would gladly do if Jongin would let him.

His pants are starting to feel extremely uncomfortable against his erection, and he all but winces when Jongin rolls his hips up. “Jeans are definitely not good for this,” he says, laughing against Jongin’s mouth.

“Take them off,” Jongin urges. Baekhyun is quick to comply, undoing the button and the zipper and finally wiggling out of the pesky article of clothing.

“Mine too,” Jongin rasps, lifting his hips so Baekhyun can tug his sweats down his long, lean legs.

With that out of the way, when Baekhyun molds himself against Jongin’s body once more, everything is intensified by a million. They’re both hard, cocks brushing, sensitive against the material of their under underwear, and it has them moaning into each other’s mouths and rutting against each other for more. They’re so lost in the delicious friction that they forget that their lips are even attached, now barely brushing in favor of panting and whining.

It’s been awhile since Baekhyun’s done this, been so long since he’s been touched this intimately, been so long since he’s touched anyone back this intimately, and maybe he’s a bit rusty at it, but figuring out what the other person likes always was the fun part for him. He plans to wreck Jongin, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Baekhyun drags his lips away from Jongin’s, slipping down over his adorable chin and lower down the front of his throat. Jongin swallows thickly, sighing heavily as Baekhyun continues his journey south. Jongin’s skin is soft like velvet and warm under Baekhyun’s lips, all smooth and toned and with his hip bones that are defined just enough for Baekhyun to scrape his teeth over, and Jongin shivers when he does. Bringing his hand up, Baekhyun presses his palm right over the outline of Jongin’s cock, and his own cock twitches when Jongin groans and arches up.

“Hyung,” he keens high in his throat just as Baekhyun drops a kiss below his navel and hooks his fingers in his underwear to tug them down.

Jongin’s cock slaps up against his stomach, hard and curved with a bead of precome at the tip, and Baekhyun giggles while Jongin covers his face.

“Hyung, stop,” he’s whining, voice muffled behind his hands.

Cute, Baekhyun thinks as he leans forward to press a kiss to the head of Jongin’s dick. Jongin arches up again, exhaling a breath and his cock twitching with the need to be touched. Jongin is up on his elbows now, staring down at Baekhyun expectantly with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, and Baekhyun stares back with a smirk, poking his tongue out just to tease.

“Hyung, just…” Jongin says, wiggling his hips so Baekhyun gets the hint. Jongin looks so good like this.

Baekhyun leans forward again to lick a fat stripe up the underside of Jongin’s dick and- oh, that’s what Jongin tastes like-Jongin’s head falls back with a pleased sigh. Dipping his tongue into the slit, Baekhyun focuses on the head, swirling his tongue around and along the underside of the crown against the sensitive area there until Jongin’s hands are sliding into his hair again. Baekhyun has always known how to put his mouth to good use and, judging by Jongin’s reactions, he hasn’t lost his touch at all.

“Shit, hyung, it’s so good,” Jongin mumbles as he pushes his hips up just a little. Jongin isn’t as lengthy as he is thick so Baekhyun has to take a few moments to let his mouth adjust around the girth before he takes Jongin in further.

When he does finally sink his mouth down further, however, Jongin bucks up into the heat and whines, dick pulsing against Baekhyun’s tongue. Baekhyun doesn’t mind, thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s seen in years, and he’s half tempted to just keep his mouth on Jongin the whole night. His dick, still hard and throbbing against his underwear, has different plans, though.

He pulls off of Jongin’s dick with a filthy pop and sits back on his haunches, “Let me ride you.”

He watches Jongin’s Adams apple bob as he nods. “Yeah, okay,” he breathes, and Baekhyun scurries off the bed in search of his lube.

“Condoms?” Baekhyun asks when he comes across the almost completely full box tucked away in the far corner of his sock drawer. His sex life has clearly been booming the past year.

Jongin laughs softly from behind him, “What do you think?”

“I think we should listen to Sehun so he doesn’t come for my ass,” Baekhyun says flatly and tosses the condoms over to the bed.

He finally gets his hands on the lube (bottle half empty because he’s a young man with plenty of sexual needs) and pops the cap open. Jongin already has a condom on, lazily stroking himself as he motions for the lube with his other hand.

“Let me,” he grins. Jongin gestures to his lap, motioning for Baekhyun to straddle him as he squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers, warming the substance before reaching under to slip his fingers between Baekhyun’s cheeks.

Baekhyun’s breath hitches as Jongin’s fingers ghost along, teasing and tracing around his rim, and it makes the anticipation in his gut spike. He grips onto Jongin’s shoulders for leverage, a way to ground himself when Jongin slips the first finger in slowly. Baekhyun stays relaxed. It’s a sensation that feels both foreign and familiar and Baekhyun craves more inch by inch.

Jongin is gentle and caring with working Baekhyun open, and by the time he’s ready to slip a third finger in, Baekhyun is too worked up and too desperate to let him. “Wanna ride you,” the older pants, pushing against Jongin’s shoulders so he lays back.

Baekhyun reaches back to guide Jongin’s cock to his entrance, lowering himself down slow inch by slow inch until he bottoms out, feeling stuffed full and stretched wonderfully. The slight burn fades quickly, pleasure setting in as Baekhyun begins rocking himself back and forth. Below him, Jongin is sighing and letting moans spill out and his hands are placed on Baekhyun’s hips, gripping and rubbing soothing patterns against his skin.

Closing his eyes, Baekhyun relishes in the pleasure and the way Jongin’s cock feels inside of him, the tip brushing right against that spot each time Jongin pushes his hips up. When he opens his eyes again, he glances down at Jongin who is beautiful under him. His eyes are hooded, lips parted and swollen from the kissing prior, hair mussed and no longer perfectly styled, and the strong urge to kiss him again washes over Baekhyun.

Baekhyun rides Jongin until his thighs burn. They’re both slicked in sweat, but neither of them show signs of slowing down, not even as Baekhyun bends forward and breathlessly tells Jongin to fuck him. Just like with dancing, switching positions is all one fluid motion for Jongin, and like this, he’s able to sink deeper inside. The moan that rumbles deep in Jongin’s chest is so hot, Baekhyun thinks. Every sound Jongin has made so far has been so hot, Baekhyun could play them all on a loop without ever need to watch porn again.

“Fuck,” Jongin curses, voice worn and rough and oh God. “Hyung, you feel so good,” he adds, and the praise makes Baekhyun blush horribly.

“Fuck me, Jongin,” is his response as he locks his ankles around Jongin’s back to draw him in closer, to have him sink deeper because he’s so close and he knows Jongin is too.

And Jongin does just that, and he does it well. Maybe it’s a dancer thing, Baekhyun doesn’t know, but when Jongin’s hips snap and roll with such purpose and want, it’s hard for the older man to for any coherent thought at all. Jongin fucks like he has something to prove, making it a point to draw out whines and whimpers from Baekhyun as he scatters kisses over collarbones and damp skin.

“Jongin, I’m-” Baekhyun’s sentence branches off into a string of curses when Jongin lowers himself down so that Baekhyun’s cock is trapped between their bodies, and the friction feels so insanely good that the only warning Jongin gets right before Baekhyun comes is blunt nails digging into his shoulders.

Jongin’s movements falter as Baekhyun clenches around him and he fills the condom with his hips jerking sloppily and Baekhyun’s name on his lips.

They lay there in the same position for a while, a sweaty heap of tired bodies and both spent for all they’re worth. Baekhyun threads his fingers through Jongin’s hair and Jongin hums appreciatively.

“So, when were you gonna tell me if was you?” Jongin lifts his head to look at Baekhyun, eyes gleaming while he laughs.

“What?”

“That day at the gym. You know, when you face planted?”

Oh God. Oh God, oh no. This can’t be happening to him, not right now and not ever. Why can’t a magic, gaping hole just appear and swallow him up? Baekhyun is instantly ready to hide, and that’s exactly what he tries to do, except Jongin isn’t having it.

“Oh my God, you knew?” He whines, trying to tug the blanket away from Jongin’s grip so he can hide and wallow in his shame in peace.

“Of course. Why did you think I brought it up that one time? I figured you’d tell me eventually.”

“That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, shut up.”

“Well I mean, I did just fuck you so…”

“I hate you.”

“What were you gonna say to me back then? What were you gonna say right before you tripped and fell right on your face?” Jongin hums as if he’s deep in thought, and really he’s just being an ass.

“... I was going to ask you if you knew karate because… because your body was kickin’. Now shut up and go to sleep, I don’t wanna talk anymore.”

Baekhyun only gets a second of silence before Jongin snorts and starts laughing obnoxiously. It doesn’t help that Jongin’s laugh is contagious, so Baekhyun turns to face the opposite direction to hide his smile and reaches back to swat blindly at Jongin’s leg.

“Shut up,” he says again.

“Okay, okay,” Jongin agrees, laughter finally calming.

He wraps his arm around Baekhyun’s waist and pulls him close, nosing along his nape affectionately and dropping a kiss here and there. It’s so calming to have Jongin close like this, Baekhyun thinks he’d like to keep it this way.

He’s half asleep when Jongin says, “For the record, I know nothing about karate.”