words like honey (baekhyun / yixing)
Title: Words Like Honey
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/Focus: Lay / Baekhyun
Summary: Everybody likes a pat on the back for a job well done.
Yixing has never been the most vocal partner in bed, but then, every so often, there are the times that Baekhyun gets him on his back, ankles locked tightly together over his shoulder, and it’s like Yixing has to give voice to every feeling he’s ever tried holding inside. Baekhyun loves these times.
They’re not quite there just yet. Right now, Yixing is sprawled out on their bed, one hand fisting his cock lazily, the other tangled in his own hair. It might not be a term Baekhyun would use to describe Yixing often, but he just looks so pretty like this, loose-limbed and pliant when they haven’t even done anything yet.
“Something’s got you worked up,” he says with a laugh. He can’t take his eyes off Yixing, the curve of his biceps, the depth of his chest, the play of muscles in his long, thick thighs as he strokes himself.
“Just frustrated.”
“Bad day at work,” Baekhyun guesses, though he doesn’t need to see Yixing’s short nod to know he’s right. He’s much more interested in crossing the distance between them right now, anyway, leaning over Yixing to cover the hand on Yixing’s cock with his own.
“That’s being generous,” Yixing agrees shortly. There’s a touch of urgency to his voice now that Baekhyun’s helping him jerk himself off, and Baekhyun lets himself appreciate the sight for a moment longer before stopping both of their hands.
Yixing doesn’t fight against Baekhyun’s hold, not even when Baekhyun pulls his hand away and places it on the bed next to his hip. Baekhyun hums, bending down and pressing a series of gentle kisses against Yixing’s stomach, enjoying the way he tenses at each faint touch. “Planning on making it up to yourself, then?”
“That was the idea.” Yixing’s voice is sardonic, just impatient enough to make Baekhyun grin down at him.
Baekhyun pulls him to the edge of the bed with a laugh, runs his hands up and down those gorgeous thighs and feels his own breath catch a little when Yixing whines at the attention. “I can’t really let you do all the work, if that’s the case, now can I.”
Yixing just snorts, rolling his eyes even as he makes himself as comfortable as it’s possible to be with half his ass practically hanging off the bed, caging Baekhyun’s hips between his thighs. Like this, with his feet braced against the very edge of the mattress, he has just enough leverage to cant his hips up against Baekhyun’s own. It would be hot, if he weren’t doing it to be a little shit, and Baekhyun grimaces a little when he notices the small smear of precome spreading across the front of his pants from Yixing’s actions.
“Is that your way of volunteering to do the laundry this weekend?”
Yixing’s no good at playing coy, but the pout he sends up at Baekhyun plays with his heart all the same. Maybe it has something to do with the way Baekhyun can’t keep his hands off him when he’s like this, relaxed, playful, ready and waiting for Baekhyun to really get them going.
“This is my way of telling you to get out of those clothes already. Aren’t you supposed to be helping me end my day on a good note?”
“Demanding,” Baekhyun teases, even as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down his hips. “Everyone talks about you like you’re some kind of saint. Sweet Yixing, so patient, so understanding. If only they knew.”
He punctuates his words with a quick roll of his hips against Yixing’s, gratified by the soft moan that follows.
“I think, I think I’m being very patient and understanding,” Yixing says. His voice doesn’t shake, not even when Baekhyun runs his fingers up Yixing’s side, but Baekhyun can see the way he’s gripping the bedspread, knows he’s more wound up than he wants to let on. “You haven’t even taken off your shirt or grabbed the lube, and I’ve been lying here naked since before you walked in the door.”
Baekhyun grins, lets his nails scratch bright red welts down the length of Yixing’s torso, and then presses a gentle kiss to the inside of his knee. “Well, when you put it like that…”
It’s hard to move away from Yixing, even if it’s just to grab a tub of lube from their bathroom. Baekhyun multitasks, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it down off his shoulders while he unscrews the lid to the lube. Yixing eyes him with frank appreciation as he approaches the bed again, spreading his legs again to let Baekhyun settle back between them.
Baekhyun’s never needed an excuse to get his hands on Yixing’s thighs, really, and he can’t help his amusement when Yixing shudders at the cool slide of lube Baekhyun spreads from the juncture of each hip almost to his knees.
“Do you know how much money we’d save if you didn’t feel the need to waste half a tub every time we do this?”
Baekhyun ignores the question, having heard it a thousand times by now. It’s worth a few extra bucks to slick up Yixing’s thighs like this, press his fingers into hot, slippery skin, and feel the muscles twitch beneath his grip. He presses one leg back, pushing until Yixing’s knee is almost touching his shoulder, and takes his time sucking a bruise into the firm, sloping curve of Yixing’s ass. The bite he leaves afterwards is sharp, forceful enough that it almost breaks the skin, much to Baekhyun’s delight.
Yixing has one palm pressing down on the back of Baekhyun’s neck by the time he’s done, his cock leaking where it’s trapped tight against Baekhyun’s collarbones. Baekhyun shifts, suckles lightly on the tip just to hear Yixing’s voice crack on his name, and then pulls away to stand up.
They’ve done this so many times, Baekhyun doesn’t even have to think about the mechanics anymore. He helps Yixing raise his legs, one at a time, hooking both ankles together over his right shoulder once Yixing’s comfortable. Taking himself in hand, Baekhyun guides the tip of his cock to the crease of Yixing’s thighs, easing gently between the heated, lube-slicked skin until he’s pushed as far as he can go. The head of his dick pokes out from the front of Yixing’s thighs and it would be a comical sight, really it would, except that Yixing’s hand is immediately cupping him, palm gently rubbing him until he pulls back and thrusts again.
“So good, Yixing, you feel so good,” he murmurs, unthinking.
Yixing’s hips jerk a little at that, his thighs squeezing Baekhyun’s length, and he lets out a groan. “Fuck, Yixing, that feels amazing.”
Baekhyun has one hand braced against the mattress, the other holding tight to Yixing’s shins, and some small part of him feels a little guilty that he’s always the one who gets the most out of this, except -
“Please,” Yixing moans, his voice already a little hoarse with want. “Please, Baekhyun.”
“What do you want,” Baekhyun asks, not slowing down in the least as he thrusts again and again between the slippery warmth of Yixing’s thighs. “You have to tell me what you want.”
“Baekhyun,” is all Yixing says. It’s somehow plea and demand at the same time, and Baekhyun finds himself grinning, the hint of desperation in Yixing’s voice only fueling his own.
“You want me to tell you how good you are, is that it? Want me to tell you how good - how good it feels between your thighs, how much I love to use you like this?”
“Please,” Yixing keens, and his thighs tremble against Baekhyun. Baekhyun looks down to see Yixing’s free hand on his own cock, pulling desperately even as he works to keep his legs locked tight around Baekhyun, and it’s like a shot straight to Baekhyun’s dick.
“You have no idea,” he grits out, “no idea how perfect you are.”
Yixing’s practically writhing beneath him, and Baekhyun can’t take his eyes off the way the muscles of his stomach contract and release with each shaky breath, already damp with a thin layer of sweat. He wants to lick it off, wants to trace every muscle and tendon with his tongue, and he tells Yixing so, feels the way his own hips stutter at the broken sob that pulls from Yixing.
Yixing comes with a quiet moan of Baekhyun’s name not ten seconds later. He jerks against Baekhyun, the hand not around his cock moving to grab at Baekhyun’s thigh, and it’s the sudden, sharp sting of Yixing’s nails digging into his skin that pushes Baekhyun over the edge right along with him.
It’s filthy, the way Yixing pulls him onto the bed, once he’s finished riding out his high. He curls up into Baekhyun’s side even though he’s covered in both of their release, and while a part of Baekhyun wants to tease, smear his come on Yixing’s lips and watch him grimace in distaste and whine about how gross he is, Baekhyun is, for the most part, just concerned about how exhausted Yixing looks.
“Fuck, I hope that makes up for work a little,” Baekhyun jokes. He can’t help watching the way Yixing’s chest heaves as he tries to bring his breathing back under control, his own heart still racing in his breast. Yixing only chuckles wearily. He doesn’t even bother to open his eyes, and Baekhyun knows that means he’s just been elected to cleaning duty.
“You’re still doing the laundry tomorrow,” he grumbles, though it’s mostly for show. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries, Baekhyun doesn’t think he’ll ever learn how to begrudge Yixing anything, not when he’s warm and soft and sleepy, bruised and red from Baekhyun’s hands and Baekhyun’s mouth.
He falls asleep just as soon as he’s done wiping them both down, knowing full well that trying not to drown in his own affection is something like a losing battle.
When he wakes, it’s to the warm, hazy feeling of Yixing’s tongue working up from the base of his cock.
“Good morning,” Yixing takes the opportunity to say, once he's pulled away just enough that Baekhyun can feel every exhale against his skin. He whimpers a little, drawing a smile from Yixing, and then he’s moving, hands in Yixing’s hair, pushing him back down over his length. Two years of lazy morning blowjobs, and Baekhyun is still so addicted to the warm, easy suction of Yixing’s tongue and lips. It would take a much better man than he is to maintain any presence of mind with the way Yixing likes to mouth down his cock with soft, wet, suckling little kisses. Baekhyun’s lost, always lost, in Yixing’s open appreciation and enthusiasm.
“Yes,” Baekhyun moans, “that’s it.” The hand he has tangled in Yixing’s hair grips just a little bit tighter as Yixing’s throat works around him. Yixing gives the best head, always so eager and enthusiastic, like there’s nothing he wants more than to swallow him down. The picture Yixing presents is downright pornographic: eyes closed tightly, damp hair matted against his forehead, his cheeks a faint red from exertion and arousal.
“God you’re beautiful,” he says, and pulls one hand away from Yixing’s hair to trace the outline of his cock pressing full against Yixing’s cheek. Yixing sighs against him at the words, tilting his head to the side a little so that if Baekhyun strains his neck, he can see the tip of Yixing’s tongue as he continues to suck, jaws slack.
“What,” Baekhyun starts, and then finds himself interrupted as Yixing grows a little more daring. His hands, Baekhyun realizes belatedly, have a firm grip on Baekhyun’s ass, kneading gently in what Baekhyun knows is a subconscious action on Yixing’s part.
Baekhyun shifts, pulls one leg up until it’s draped over Yixing’s shoulder, lets his heel dig into Yixing’s back as he sits himself up on his elbows. From here, he has a better view of Yixing’s mouth stretched wide around him, taking him in further and further as Yixing makes soft, pleased little noises.
“Fuck, you always feel so good,” Baekhyun grits out. This is nothing like last night, the wet, sloppy suction of Yixing’s mouth provoking an entirely different kind of urgency. “Everything about you always feels so good.”
Yixing swallows hard at that, throat convulsing around Baekhyun, and Baekhyun has to bite back a curse. That’s just about all he’s willing to hold back, however. He barely has the presence of mind to give Yixing a quick warning before he rocks his hips up hard, fucking into Yixing’s mouth and throat as he pleases.
Yixing always lets Baekhyun set the pace, never complains when Baekhyun isn’t feeling particularly gentle, never fights against the lead Baekhyun assumes when Yixing gets down on his knees. Despite the sometimes nauseatingly sweet face Yixing wears outside their bedroom, there are times when Baekhyun thinks Yixing might actually get off on the idea of Baekhyun using him however he pleases.
So, he doesn’t think too hard about what he’s saying as he thrusts shallowly into Yixing’s mouth. It’s meaningless, white noise as he concentrates on the perfect slide of his cock between Yixing’s swollen lips. “That’s it,” he says, and has to close his own eyes when Yixing begins to fondle his balls. “God, you’re so perfect.”
Yixing’s eyes are watering, but the soft whimpering noise he makes just eggs Baekhyun on, and it’s like his mouth and hips have both gone on autopilot with Yixing on his knees for him like this. He can’t stop babbling, disjointed exclamations of love and praise, even as he abuses Yixing’s mouth, and Yixing just takes it all.
Baekhyun feels almost as though he’s stuck on a loop as his pleasure builds, unable to do anything but repeat how much he loves Yixing - his mouth, his hands, his thighs, “You’re so good to me, so good for me, Yixing, so good,” and then he’s coming down Yixing’s throat without warning, mind all but blanking from the onslaught of pleasure.
Yixing’s mouth is so very gentle as he sucks Baekhyun through the aftershocks of his climax. It’s not until he stands up, come dripping down the front of his thighs, that Baekhyun realizes he must have gotten off just from blowing him. That alone would probably be enough to get him hard all over again, if not for the fact that Baekhyun’s almost thirty-five now, and still feels worn out from the previous night.
Yixing winks at him like he knows exactly what Baekhyun’s thinking, before stumbling out to the bathroom. There’s a deep purple bruise where his right thigh meets his ass, ringed around with painful looking teeth marks, and Baekhyun can’t help the swell of satisfaction the sight brings, even if he is too old to still act like a possessive, hormonal teenager.
He’s not sure how much time passes before Yixing returns, bed dipping next to him as Yixing slips under the sheets. “Hey,” he starts, feeling his muscles protest as he stretches, hips and shoulders twinging. Yixing rolls over to face him, and Baekhyun reaches out without thinking, fingers tracing lightly over Yixing’s mouth. Yixing looks like he’s spent the entire weekend sucking cock, and that thought really shouldn’t make Baekhyun want to curl up and cuddle the man the way it does. “You know I love you, right?”
The way those abused lips stretch into the sweetest of smiles has Baekhyun’s heart clenching painfully, even as Yixing mouths tiny, chaste kisses against his fingertips. “I think you might have mentioned that a time or two,” he says, and it’s playful, but it’s also sincere, filled with the same sense of security Yixing has always given him.
“Good,” Baekhyun tells him, yawning widely as the morning catches up to him. “You’re not allowed to forget it.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/Focus: Lay / Baekhyun
Summary: Everybody likes a pat on the back for a job well done.
Yixing has never been the most vocal partner in bed, but then, every so often, there are the times that Baekhyun gets him on his back, ankles locked tightly together over his shoulder, and it’s like Yixing has to give voice to every feeling he’s ever tried holding inside. Baekhyun loves these times.
They’re not quite there just yet. Right now, Yixing is sprawled out on their bed, one hand fisting his cock lazily, the other tangled in his own hair. It might not be a term Baekhyun would use to describe Yixing often, but he just looks so pretty like this, loose-limbed and pliant when they haven’t even done anything yet.
“Something’s got you worked up,” he says with a laugh. He can’t take his eyes off Yixing, the curve of his biceps, the depth of his chest, the play of muscles in his long, thick thighs as he strokes himself.
“Just frustrated.”
“Bad day at work,” Baekhyun guesses, though he doesn’t need to see Yixing’s short nod to know he’s right. He’s much more interested in crossing the distance between them right now, anyway, leaning over Yixing to cover the hand on Yixing’s cock with his own.
“That’s being generous,” Yixing agrees shortly. There’s a touch of urgency to his voice now that Baekhyun’s helping him jerk himself off, and Baekhyun lets himself appreciate the sight for a moment longer before stopping both of their hands.
Yixing doesn’t fight against Baekhyun’s hold, not even when Baekhyun pulls his hand away and places it on the bed next to his hip. Baekhyun hums, bending down and pressing a series of gentle kisses against Yixing’s stomach, enjoying the way he tenses at each faint touch. “Planning on making it up to yourself, then?”
“That was the idea.” Yixing’s voice is sardonic, just impatient enough to make Baekhyun grin down at him.
Baekhyun pulls him to the edge of the bed with a laugh, runs his hands up and down those gorgeous thighs and feels his own breath catch a little when Yixing whines at the attention. “I can’t really let you do all the work, if that’s the case, now can I.”
Yixing just snorts, rolling his eyes even as he makes himself as comfortable as it’s possible to be with half his ass practically hanging off the bed, caging Baekhyun’s hips between his thighs. Like this, with his feet braced against the very edge of the mattress, he has just enough leverage to cant his hips up against Baekhyun’s own. It would be hot, if he weren’t doing it to be a little shit, and Baekhyun grimaces a little when he notices the small smear of precome spreading across the front of his pants from Yixing’s actions.
“Is that your way of volunteering to do the laundry this weekend?”
Yixing’s no good at playing coy, but the pout he sends up at Baekhyun plays with his heart all the same. Maybe it has something to do with the way Baekhyun can’t keep his hands off him when he’s like this, relaxed, playful, ready and waiting for Baekhyun to really get them going.
“This is my way of telling you to get out of those clothes already. Aren’t you supposed to be helping me end my day on a good note?”
“Demanding,” Baekhyun teases, even as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down his hips. “Everyone talks about you like you’re some kind of saint. Sweet Yixing, so patient, so understanding. If only they knew.”
He punctuates his words with a quick roll of his hips against Yixing’s, gratified by the soft moan that follows.
“I think, I think I’m being very patient and understanding,” Yixing says. His voice doesn’t shake, not even when Baekhyun runs his fingers up Yixing’s side, but Baekhyun can see the way he’s gripping the bedspread, knows he’s more wound up than he wants to let on. “You haven’t even taken off your shirt or grabbed the lube, and I’ve been lying here naked since before you walked in the door.”
Baekhyun grins, lets his nails scratch bright red welts down the length of Yixing’s torso, and then presses a gentle kiss to the inside of his knee. “Well, when you put it like that…”
It’s hard to move away from Yixing, even if it’s just to grab a tub of lube from their bathroom. Baekhyun multitasks, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it down off his shoulders while he unscrews the lid to the lube. Yixing eyes him with frank appreciation as he approaches the bed again, spreading his legs again to let Baekhyun settle back between them.
Baekhyun’s never needed an excuse to get his hands on Yixing’s thighs, really, and he can’t help his amusement when Yixing shudders at the cool slide of lube Baekhyun spreads from the juncture of each hip almost to his knees.
“Do you know how much money we’d save if you didn’t feel the need to waste half a tub every time we do this?”
Baekhyun ignores the question, having heard it a thousand times by now. It’s worth a few extra bucks to slick up Yixing’s thighs like this, press his fingers into hot, slippery skin, and feel the muscles twitch beneath his grip. He presses one leg back, pushing until Yixing’s knee is almost touching his shoulder, and takes his time sucking a bruise into the firm, sloping curve of Yixing’s ass. The bite he leaves afterwards is sharp, forceful enough that it almost breaks the skin, much to Baekhyun’s delight.
Yixing has one palm pressing down on the back of Baekhyun’s neck by the time he’s done, his cock leaking where it’s trapped tight against Baekhyun’s collarbones. Baekhyun shifts, suckles lightly on the tip just to hear Yixing’s voice crack on his name, and then pulls away to stand up.
They’ve done this so many times, Baekhyun doesn’t even have to think about the mechanics anymore. He helps Yixing raise his legs, one at a time, hooking both ankles together over his right shoulder once Yixing’s comfortable. Taking himself in hand, Baekhyun guides the tip of his cock to the crease of Yixing’s thighs, easing gently between the heated, lube-slicked skin until he’s pushed as far as he can go. The head of his dick pokes out from the front of Yixing’s thighs and it would be a comical sight, really it would, except that Yixing’s hand is immediately cupping him, palm gently rubbing him until he pulls back and thrusts again.
“So good, Yixing, you feel so good,” he murmurs, unthinking.
Yixing’s hips jerk a little at that, his thighs squeezing Baekhyun’s length, and he lets out a groan. “Fuck, Yixing, that feels amazing.”
Baekhyun has one hand braced against the mattress, the other holding tight to Yixing’s shins, and some small part of him feels a little guilty that he’s always the one who gets the most out of this, except -
“Please,” Yixing moans, his voice already a little hoarse with want. “Please, Baekhyun.”
“What do you want,” Baekhyun asks, not slowing down in the least as he thrusts again and again between the slippery warmth of Yixing’s thighs. “You have to tell me what you want.”
“Baekhyun,” is all Yixing says. It’s somehow plea and demand at the same time, and Baekhyun finds himself grinning, the hint of desperation in Yixing’s voice only fueling his own.
“You want me to tell you how good you are, is that it? Want me to tell you how good - how good it feels between your thighs, how much I love to use you like this?”
“Please,” Yixing keens, and his thighs tremble against Baekhyun. Baekhyun looks down to see Yixing’s free hand on his own cock, pulling desperately even as he works to keep his legs locked tight around Baekhyun, and it’s like a shot straight to Baekhyun’s dick.
“You have no idea,” he grits out, “no idea how perfect you are.”
Yixing’s practically writhing beneath him, and Baekhyun can’t take his eyes off the way the muscles of his stomach contract and release with each shaky breath, already damp with a thin layer of sweat. He wants to lick it off, wants to trace every muscle and tendon with his tongue, and he tells Yixing so, feels the way his own hips stutter at the broken sob that pulls from Yixing.
Yixing comes with a quiet moan of Baekhyun’s name not ten seconds later. He jerks against Baekhyun, the hand not around his cock moving to grab at Baekhyun’s thigh, and it’s the sudden, sharp sting of Yixing’s nails digging into his skin that pushes Baekhyun over the edge right along with him.
It’s filthy, the way Yixing pulls him onto the bed, once he’s finished riding out his high. He curls up into Baekhyun’s side even though he’s covered in both of their release, and while a part of Baekhyun wants to tease, smear his come on Yixing’s lips and watch him grimace in distaste and whine about how gross he is, Baekhyun is, for the most part, just concerned about how exhausted Yixing looks.
“Fuck, I hope that makes up for work a little,” Baekhyun jokes. He can’t help watching the way Yixing’s chest heaves as he tries to bring his breathing back under control, his own heart still racing in his breast. Yixing only chuckles wearily. He doesn’t even bother to open his eyes, and Baekhyun knows that means he’s just been elected to cleaning duty.
“You’re still doing the laundry tomorrow,” he grumbles, though it’s mostly for show. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries, Baekhyun doesn’t think he’ll ever learn how to begrudge Yixing anything, not when he’s warm and soft and sleepy, bruised and red from Baekhyun’s hands and Baekhyun’s mouth.
He falls asleep just as soon as he’s done wiping them both down, knowing full well that trying not to drown in his own affection is something like a losing battle.
When he wakes, it’s to the warm, hazy feeling of Yixing’s tongue working up from the base of his cock.
“Good morning,” Yixing takes the opportunity to say, once he's pulled away just enough that Baekhyun can feel every exhale against his skin. He whimpers a little, drawing a smile from Yixing, and then he’s moving, hands in Yixing’s hair, pushing him back down over his length. Two years of lazy morning blowjobs, and Baekhyun is still so addicted to the warm, easy suction of Yixing’s tongue and lips. It would take a much better man than he is to maintain any presence of mind with the way Yixing likes to mouth down his cock with soft, wet, suckling little kisses. Baekhyun’s lost, always lost, in Yixing’s open appreciation and enthusiasm.
“Yes,” Baekhyun moans, “that’s it.” The hand he has tangled in Yixing’s hair grips just a little bit tighter as Yixing’s throat works around him. Yixing gives the best head, always so eager and enthusiastic, like there’s nothing he wants more than to swallow him down. The picture Yixing presents is downright pornographic: eyes closed tightly, damp hair matted against his forehead, his cheeks a faint red from exertion and arousal.
“God you’re beautiful,” he says, and pulls one hand away from Yixing’s hair to trace the outline of his cock pressing full against Yixing’s cheek. Yixing sighs against him at the words, tilting his head to the side a little so that if Baekhyun strains his neck, he can see the tip of Yixing’s tongue as he continues to suck, jaws slack.
“What,” Baekhyun starts, and then finds himself interrupted as Yixing grows a little more daring. His hands, Baekhyun realizes belatedly, have a firm grip on Baekhyun’s ass, kneading gently in what Baekhyun knows is a subconscious action on Yixing’s part.
Baekhyun shifts, pulls one leg up until it’s draped over Yixing’s shoulder, lets his heel dig into Yixing’s back as he sits himself up on his elbows. From here, he has a better view of Yixing’s mouth stretched wide around him, taking him in further and further as Yixing makes soft, pleased little noises.
“Fuck, you always feel so good,” Baekhyun grits out. This is nothing like last night, the wet, sloppy suction of Yixing’s mouth provoking an entirely different kind of urgency. “Everything about you always feels so good.”
Yixing swallows hard at that, throat convulsing around Baekhyun, and Baekhyun has to bite back a curse. That’s just about all he’s willing to hold back, however. He barely has the presence of mind to give Yixing a quick warning before he rocks his hips up hard, fucking into Yixing’s mouth and throat as he pleases.
Yixing always lets Baekhyun set the pace, never complains when Baekhyun isn’t feeling particularly gentle, never fights against the lead Baekhyun assumes when Yixing gets down on his knees. Despite the sometimes nauseatingly sweet face Yixing wears outside their bedroom, there are times when Baekhyun thinks Yixing might actually get off on the idea of Baekhyun using him however he pleases.
So, he doesn’t think too hard about what he’s saying as he thrusts shallowly into Yixing’s mouth. It’s meaningless, white noise as he concentrates on the perfect slide of his cock between Yixing’s swollen lips. “That’s it,” he says, and has to close his own eyes when Yixing begins to fondle his balls. “God, you’re so perfect.”
Yixing’s eyes are watering, but the soft whimpering noise he makes just eggs Baekhyun on, and it’s like his mouth and hips have both gone on autopilot with Yixing on his knees for him like this. He can’t stop babbling, disjointed exclamations of love and praise, even as he abuses Yixing’s mouth, and Yixing just takes it all.
Baekhyun feels almost as though he’s stuck on a loop as his pleasure builds, unable to do anything but repeat how much he loves Yixing - his mouth, his hands, his thighs, “You’re so good to me, so good for me, Yixing, so good,” and then he’s coming down Yixing’s throat without warning, mind all but blanking from the onslaught of pleasure.
Yixing’s mouth is so very gentle as he sucks Baekhyun through the aftershocks of his climax. It’s not until he stands up, come dripping down the front of his thighs, that Baekhyun realizes he must have gotten off just from blowing him. That alone would probably be enough to get him hard all over again, if not for the fact that Baekhyun’s almost thirty-five now, and still feels worn out from the previous night.
Yixing winks at him like he knows exactly what Baekhyun’s thinking, before stumbling out to the bathroom. There’s a deep purple bruise where his right thigh meets his ass, ringed around with painful looking teeth marks, and Baekhyun can’t help the swell of satisfaction the sight brings, even if he is too old to still act like a possessive, hormonal teenager.
He’s not sure how much time passes before Yixing returns, bed dipping next to him as Yixing slips under the sheets. “Hey,” he starts, feeling his muscles protest as he stretches, hips and shoulders twinging. Yixing rolls over to face him, and Baekhyun reaches out without thinking, fingers tracing lightly over Yixing’s mouth. Yixing looks like he’s spent the entire weekend sucking cock, and that thought really shouldn’t make Baekhyun want to curl up and cuddle the man the way it does. “You know I love you, right?”
The way those abused lips stretch into the sweetest of smiles has Baekhyun’s heart clenching painfully, even as Yixing mouths tiny, chaste kisses against his fingertips. “I think you might have mentioned that a time or two,” he says, and it’s playful, but it’s also sincere, filled with the same sense of security Yixing has always given him.
“Good,” Baekhyun tells him, yawning widely as the morning catches up to him. “You’re not allowed to forget it.”