k-pop; 30 day challenge #8
this was too long to fit together in the previous post so i'll just stick it here!!
8. shopping / baekchen / 3048 wc / nc-17 warning for toys, double penetration, restraints, gagging welp
“You have like three dildos at home, Baekhyun, what the fuck do you need another one for?” Jongdae demands, pulling the box out of Baekhyun’s hands to read the back.
“Variety is the spice of life, okay?” Baekhyun says, snatching it back. “And this one is new.”
“Why do you even need a dildo when you’ve got me?”
“Sometimes that’s just not what I need, you know, sometimes I need something else, something bigger, maybe. I mean, have you looked at yourself--Wait!” Baekhyun exclaims, noticing Jongdae’s left him in the aisle, “Where are you going?”
“To look for the fucking gags. I think you need one,” Jongdae says, but Baekhyun can tell he’s not as annoyed or offended as he wants to be.
Baekhyun clings to Jongdae’s arm, hold his new dildo tight against his chest, and says, “Kinky. I knew you’d find something you wanted.” He smirks at Jongdae.
"You're unbelievable," Jongdae says, shaking his head, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"You love me," Baekhyun sings.
"Hmm, I've been told I have questionable taste," he replies and Baekhyun laughs, shoving him.
Jongdae grins back at him and throws an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, bodily dragging him toward the other end of the store. They find the gags easily enough, but Baekhyun doesn’t expect Jongdae to pick one off the shelves and whisper into Baekhyun’s ear just how he wants to use it. “How long do you think you’d last with it?” he says. “Maybe I’d leave it in all day, especially when you’re being so loud.”
“You like when I’m loud,” Baekhyun hisses back, because it’s true. Jongdae likes making Baekhyun moan.
“I like when you’re quiet, too,” Jongdae says easily, patting Baekhyun’s shoulder. “I could just leave you in our room with it in, have you all spread open and ready for it--fill you up with that fake dick you’re so eager to buy.” He gives the box in Baekhyun’s hands a look like it’s offended him, but then glances back at Baekhyun, a corner of his pretty lips curling up into a smirk. “Bet you’d like that, just waiting there all tied up--ohhh, restraints.”
“Shit,” Baekhyun gasps, pleasure already coiling down in his groin from Jongdae’s words, and the sudden change of topic has him aching with want. “Let’s go home,” he mutters harshly into Jongdae’s ear, but Jongdae just laughs.
“Not yet,” he says. “I’ve got plans.”
The look he gives Baekhyun is so full of promise, and Baekhyun doesn’t protest, lets Jongdae grab his hand and tug him along. He’s got the packaged ball gag tight in his other hand.
Baekhyun vibrates with excitement, clenching Jongdae’s hand tightly, heart pounding. He can’t wait to get home.
*
Jongdae lives up to every whispered fantasy later that night. He’s got Baekhyun’s arms tied behind his back with the new ropes that dig just this side of painful into Baekhyun’s wrists. It’d been a struggle to get them tight enough, as Jongdae had google’d directions on his phone and Baekhyun couldn’t help but grind his ass back against Jongdae’s crotch. He’d got it done eventually, not without plenty of cursing and reprimanding smacks to Baekhyun’s butt, and now Baekhyun can’t move much at all, the way he’s lying on his stomach, arms secure behind his back.
The gag had been pushed into his mouth after Jongdae had come down his throat the first time, rubbing his thumb over Baekhyun’s lips while his free hand pulled tightly at his hair. “You’re so good,” he’d said afterward, then pushed the gag between Baekhyun’s lips, fastening it behind his head. “Okay?” he asked, voice soft as he pushed Baekhyun’s sweaty bangs from his forehead, and Baekhyun had had plenty of dick in his mouth before but never something like this, and it took a few long minutes to grow accustomed to it. Jongdae had waited the entire time, watching with careful, concerned eyes, and only moved on when Baekhyun nodded.
He’s fucking him now, steady, deep thrusts that shunt Baekhyun up on the mattress every time. For such a slight guy, Jongdae is powerful, strong, and it never fails to surprise Baekhyun and turn him on. Right now all he can do is take it, everything Jongdae gives him as he fucks him, relishing the drag of his cock against his walls, the way the ridge of the head catches around his rim each time before it’s pressing back inside. Jongdae’s taking it slowly though, dragging it on until Baekhyun is whimpering wordlessly around the gag, eyes clenched shut from the pressure and the ache in his groin, his dick so hard, it’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet.
He won’t, either, not until Jongdae says he can. Baekhyun wants to be good for him, the way Jongdae’s doing everything so perfectly for Baekhyun.
Baekhyun groans when Jongdae stills suddenly, dick stuffed in as far as it can go for a few seconds before he’s slowly pulling back out. His whine is muffled behind the gag but it’s still loud when Jongdae’s dick pops free completely, leaving Baekhyun gaping and unsatisfied. He wriggles his hips, making clawing motions with his hands as if that’ll pull Jongdae back, and Jongdae just chuckles lowly, slides a warm hand over the curve of Baekhyun’s ass.
“Relax,” he says. “I got you.”
Then there’s something pushing against his ass again, something a little harder, thicker, and it’s only when it’s pushed halfway in does Baekhyun realize it’s the dildo he’d bought earlier that day. It stretches him just as well as he’d hoped, filling him up so nicely, and he can hear Jongdae’s harsh breaths behind him, too, preens a little at how even he can’t go unaffected.
“Is this what you wanted, Baekhyun?” Jongdae asks, pushing the dildo to the hilt. “Stuffed full like this?” Baekhyun just pushes his hips back in response, unable to speak anyway, and he’s mentally giving himself a pat on the back for his choice in dildo. It feels great.
“Look at you,” Jongdae says, and he takes a handful of Baekhyun’s ass, stretching him open just enough as he gives the dildo a little twist. “You’re just sucking it up.” He gives Baekhyun’s ass a firm smack with his palm as he releases him, and Baekhyun whimpers around the gag, wishing he could cry out properly, tell Jongdae how much he likes it. “Is this better than me, huh?” he asks, and he’s starting to sound much more breathless now. He’s not touching Baekhyun anymore, and Baekhyun can’t see much over his shoulder, just the intense look in Jongdae’s eyes as he stares back down at him. He wonders if Jongdae’s touching himself, instead.
“Is it, Baekhyun?” Jongdae asks again, and he’s slowly pulling the dildo out before shoving it back in, and if Baekhyun could speak he’d probably say yes, just to rile Jongdae up, see what he’d do. But he’s so close right now, teetering on the edge of orgasm as Jongdae fucks him with the dildo that he can’t bear to do anything but shake his head. “Good boy,” Jongdae says, leaving the dildo pushed in all the way. He rubs his hand up Baekhyun’s back, and Baekhyun shivers from the touch, struggling to keep from coming until Jongdae says it’s okay.
“Do you think you could take us both?”
In his blissed out haze, it takes a moment for the words to sink in, and when it does, Baekhyun lets out his loudest groan yet. His whole body quakes from the thought. They’ve never done that before, but the idea is so…
He gasps suddenly as the gag loosens around his head, his jaw aching as Jongdae pulls it out of his mouth. Baekhyun swallows once, twice, licks his dry lips, and winces at the sting in his jaw. Jongdae’s there instantly, rubbing along his jawline with gentle fingers as he says, “Do you? I need to hear you say it or I--”
“Yes,” Baekhyun croaks out. He doesn’t sound anything like himself but he doesn’t care. He’s aching with want, desperate for Jongdae’s cock, for the extra stretch of the dildo inside him, too. He wants--He needs it. “Yes, Jongdae--please.”
“Are you sure?” Jongdae asks, pushing Baekhyun’s hair out of his face, and Baekhyun squirms against the mattress, arms straining behind his back, and nods fiercely.
“Please, fuck me, I want you to do it,” he begs, and Jongdae gives him one, slow look, before he’s sweeping in to kiss him. Despite everything they’ve done so far, despite what they’re about to do, this kiss is soft, languid, rattling deep in Baekhyun’s bones as he kisses back, eagerly, happily, tasting Jongdae properly for the first time that night. When Jongdae pulls apart, it leaves Baekhyun even more desperate for more, for whatever Jongdae can give him, and he lies down against the pillows again, head twisted at an angle so he can watch Jongdae over his shoulder.
The first press of fingers next to the dildo is shocking but not unpleasant. Baekhyun’s done that, before. The stretch is a little tighter, the toy a little bigger than usual, but Jongdae’s using plenty of lube and Baekhyun is as relaxed as possible, doing his best to keep his orgasm at bay. “You okay?” Jongdae asks as he starts to press in a third finger, and Baekhyun, remembering that he can actually speak now, mutters a choked out, “Yes.”
“If it’s too much--”
“God, Jongdae, just do it, okay?” he hisses, rocking his hips back onto Jongdae’s fingers as much as he can. It’s harder with his hands tied up like this, but Baekhyun can’t say he doesn’t enjoy it. “Next time, I’m gonna have to gag you.”
“Jesus,” Jongdae grumbles, “if that’s what I get for being worried.” He pushes his fingers in harder as he pulls the toy out and the motion has Baekhyun moaning, feeling the stretch even more. “You like that?”
“Do it again,” is all Baekhyun says, and Jongdae does, not wasting a second. “Come on, now, please, put your dick in me.”
“I don’t know,” Jongdae says lightly, but he’s removing his fingers anyway. “You didn’t seem so interested in my dick when you bought this thing.” He shoves the toy back in all the way and Baekhyun cries out in surprise.
“Jongdae, fuck--what do you want--an ode to your dick or something?” Baekhyun says, glaring at him over his shoulder, and he hates how Jongdae looks so much more composed than Baekhyun is. Of course, he’s not the one tied up and teased, but still, it’d be nice to see that smug look on his face crumpling a little. “Just fuck me already, or I’m going to fucking come before you even do anything.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Jongdae says, and then Baekhyun feels the head of his dick rubbing up against his hole. “Relax,” he says, voice much softer now, concerned, his free hand sliding up the back of Baekhyun’s thigh and over his ass again and again, and Baekhyun bites his lower lip as he forces himself to loosen his muscles again as Jongdae pushes in.
Everything is silent for a moment, save for the harsh sound of Jongdae’s breathing, the slickness of the lube as he presses his dick in alongside the dildo, and rapid thrum of Baekhyun’s heart in his ears. It’s beating so fast he’s surprised he hasn’t passed out, and he can’t even form words or sounds, just bites his lip so hard he’s bleeding by the time Jongdae’s managed to get the head of his dick inside.
“Oh, my god,” Jongdae breathes, but it sounds much louder in the quiet of the room. Baekhyun swallows thickly, tentatively rotates his hips, and Jongdae groans. “Fuck, wait--wait, Baekhyun--” And it’s so fucking satisfying to hear him finally fall apart. His eyes are blown wide and he’s staring down at Baekhyun’s ass like it’s the eighth wonder of the world or something (which, if you ask Baekhyun, it totally is), and then he’s fumbling for the lube again, squirting a bit over Baekhyun’s hole, and rubbing it along the rim with shaky fingers.
“You need a moment, or something? Gotta compose yourself?” Baekhyun teases, and Jongdae looks up to meet his gaze, and his half-hearted glare only makes Baekhyun laugh.
“Shut up,” Jongdae says, but he maintains eye-contact as he slowly but surely pushes his dick in the rest of the way.
It’s unlike anything Baekhyun’s ever felt before, the pressure, the stretch, it’s pushing up through his chest, making it almost difficult to breathe, and he’s thankful for Jongdae, who grips tightly at his waist and doesn’t move, lets Baekhyun get used to it first, to give the go ahead. Baekhyun takes a few shaky breaths, closing his eyes to help focus solely on himself, on familiarizing himself with the feeling, and he jerks in surprise when one of Jongdae’s hands slips from his hip to wrap around his dick instead.
“Fuck,” he groans, hips instinctively rocking forward into Jongdae’s hand. The dicks inside of him shift and it’s good. It’s so good. Baekhyun grinds his teeth into his lower lip again, where it split before. He’ll probably have a ridiculous bruise in the morning, but it’s the least of his worries. “Jongdae--oh god, please, move, do something, please--”
“Okay,” Jongdae says, sounding so strained that Baekhyun has to open his eyes to look at him again. His hair is matted to his forehead, a slick sheen of sweat across his collarbones, and he looks both amazed and still a little concerned as he slowly pulls out and then slams back in.
Baekhyun moans in approval, mouthing at the pillow covers instead of his lip, doing his best to grind back and meet Jongdae’s quickening thrusts without the aid of his hands. They’re gonna have to do this again, he thinks dazedly, when he’s not tied up. Still, it’s fucking wonderful, now that the initial pain has subsided into mere pleasure, now that Jongdae’s found a steady rhythm, pushing into him just how Baekhyun likes it. Every so often he moves the toy, too, pulling it back as he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressed into his prostate, then stuffing it back in as Jongdae eases his dick away. His hand around Baekhyun’s dick has returned to his waist, holding on tight, and Baekhyun’s sure there will be bruises there, too, later, and he’s looking forward to it.
“Is it good?” Jongdae asks, pressed in all the way again. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says, because he’s never had much shame over his kinks. And this is everything he could want right now. He smirks slightly at Jongdae, clenches his ass tight to hear him gasp. “I think you do, too.”
Jongdae just makes a soft humming noise, considering, as he picks up his pace again. His hand returns to Baekhyun’s cock, hanging heavy between his legs, and rubs the precome leaking from the head over the sensitive skin, and Baekhyun shudders bodily, aching, desperate, and so, so close. “What if next time, it wasn’t a toy in there, but another dick?” Jongdae suddenly asks, and Baekhyun gasps, instantly interested in how much different, how much better, it would feel with two real dicks pushed inside of him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ask someone to join us like this, maybe--Yixing? Fucking you open alongside my cock.”
“Jongdae,” Baekhyun cries out, because the thought is too much to handle, and Baekhyun doesn’t know that he’ll ever be able to rid himself of the idea, now that it’s been planted in his head. Baekhyun’s never hid how hot he finds Yixing and Jongdae knows that. “Please, please, let me come, I can’t, I’m--”
“Okay,” Jongdae says, and he strokes Baekhyun faster until he’s coming, harder than he has in ages, spilling over Jongdae’s fist and into the sheets. “Good, good,” Jongdae says softly, “you did so well,” and through the haze of his orgasm, Baekhyun notices that Jongdae’s stopped moving to help him come, gently rubbing his thumb over the slit until Baekhyun is spent, eyes watering from the pleasure, the relief as he collapses against the bed.
Baekhyun licks his lips, blinking away the tears, and murmurs, “You, too, Jongdae.”
Jongdae doesn’t need to be told twice. He releases Baekhyun’s dick and pulls the toy out slowly, and Baekhyun gasps again as he feels it leave him. In the next second, though, Jongdae is picking up where he left off, deep, strong thrusts that would probably have Baekhyun hard again within minutes if he wasn’t so drained, and soon enough, Jongdae is grinding up against his ass and spilling inside of him, groaning as his eyes flutter shut. Baekhyun watches, purposefully squeezes a little around Jongdae’s dick, and laughs at the way his expression gets all pinched.
“Bastard,” Jongdae says shakily, giving Baekhyun’s ass a light swat, and Baekhyun just wiggles his ass at him until Jongdae holds him steady so he can pull out.
Baekhyun all but flops down on the bed, wincing as he stretches his legs out, and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness is going to take some getting used to. He’s sore but impossibly sated, and he wants to bask in this feeling for as long as he can.
Thankfully Jongdae makes it even better by quickly undoing the knots around his wrist, the ropes falling apart much more easier than it took getting them together. Jongdae gently rubs his hands up Baekhyun’s arms, helping him to move them forward, and he tosses the ropes to the floor as he watches with worried eyes while Baekhyun rolls his shoulders, his wrists.
“We didn’t overdo it, did we?” Jongdae asks, and Baekhyun is really so lucky for Jongdae, who gives into all of his kinks and takes care of him so wonderfully afterward. He shuffles forward, pulls Jongdae close with a hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him deeply until Jongdae is curling around him and they’re lying side by side in bed.
“It was perfect,” Baekhyun says, and kisses Jongdae’s grin off his face.
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8. shopping / baekchen / 3048 wc / nc-17 warning for toys, double penetration, restraints, gagging welp
“You have like three dildos at home, Baekhyun, what the fuck do you need another one for?” Jongdae demands, pulling the box out of Baekhyun’s hands to read the back.
“Variety is the spice of life, okay?” Baekhyun says, snatching it back. “And this one is new.”
“Why do you even need a dildo when you’ve got me?”
“Sometimes that’s just not what I need, you know, sometimes I need something else, something bigger, maybe. I mean, have you looked at yourself--Wait!” Baekhyun exclaims, noticing Jongdae’s left him in the aisle, “Where are you going?”
“To look for the fucking gags. I think you need one,” Jongdae says, but Baekhyun can tell he’s not as annoyed or offended as he wants to be.
Baekhyun clings to Jongdae’s arm, hold his new dildo tight against his chest, and says, “Kinky. I knew you’d find something you wanted.” He smirks at Jongdae.
"You're unbelievable," Jongdae says, shaking his head, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"You love me," Baekhyun sings.
"Hmm, I've been told I have questionable taste," he replies and Baekhyun laughs, shoving him.
Jongdae grins back at him and throws an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, bodily dragging him toward the other end of the store. They find the gags easily enough, but Baekhyun doesn’t expect Jongdae to pick one off the shelves and whisper into Baekhyun’s ear just how he wants to use it. “How long do you think you’d last with it?” he says. “Maybe I’d leave it in all day, especially when you’re being so loud.”
“You like when I’m loud,” Baekhyun hisses back, because it’s true. Jongdae likes making Baekhyun moan.
“I like when you’re quiet, too,” Jongdae says easily, patting Baekhyun’s shoulder. “I could just leave you in our room with it in, have you all spread open and ready for it--fill you up with that fake dick you’re so eager to buy.” He gives the box in Baekhyun’s hands a look like it’s offended him, but then glances back at Baekhyun, a corner of his pretty lips curling up into a smirk. “Bet you’d like that, just waiting there all tied up--ohhh, restraints.”
“Shit,” Baekhyun gasps, pleasure already coiling down in his groin from Jongdae’s words, and the sudden change of topic has him aching with want. “Let’s go home,” he mutters harshly into Jongdae’s ear, but Jongdae just laughs.
“Not yet,” he says. “I’ve got plans.”
The look he gives Baekhyun is so full of promise, and Baekhyun doesn’t protest, lets Jongdae grab his hand and tug him along. He’s got the packaged ball gag tight in his other hand.
Baekhyun vibrates with excitement, clenching Jongdae’s hand tightly, heart pounding. He can’t wait to get home.
*
Jongdae lives up to every whispered fantasy later that night. He’s got Baekhyun’s arms tied behind his back with the new ropes that dig just this side of painful into Baekhyun’s wrists. It’d been a struggle to get them tight enough, as Jongdae had google’d directions on his phone and Baekhyun couldn’t help but grind his ass back against Jongdae’s crotch. He’d got it done eventually, not without plenty of cursing and reprimanding smacks to Baekhyun’s butt, and now Baekhyun can’t move much at all, the way he’s lying on his stomach, arms secure behind his back.
The gag had been pushed into his mouth after Jongdae had come down his throat the first time, rubbing his thumb over Baekhyun’s lips while his free hand pulled tightly at his hair. “You’re so good,” he’d said afterward, then pushed the gag between Baekhyun’s lips, fastening it behind his head. “Okay?” he asked, voice soft as he pushed Baekhyun’s sweaty bangs from his forehead, and Baekhyun had had plenty of dick in his mouth before but never something like this, and it took a few long minutes to grow accustomed to it. Jongdae had waited the entire time, watching with careful, concerned eyes, and only moved on when Baekhyun nodded.
He’s fucking him now, steady, deep thrusts that shunt Baekhyun up on the mattress every time. For such a slight guy, Jongdae is powerful, strong, and it never fails to surprise Baekhyun and turn him on. Right now all he can do is take it, everything Jongdae gives him as he fucks him, relishing the drag of his cock against his walls, the way the ridge of the head catches around his rim each time before it’s pressing back inside. Jongdae’s taking it slowly though, dragging it on until Baekhyun is whimpering wordlessly around the gag, eyes clenched shut from the pressure and the ache in his groin, his dick so hard, it’s a miracle he hasn’t come yet.
He won’t, either, not until Jongdae says he can. Baekhyun wants to be good for him, the way Jongdae’s doing everything so perfectly for Baekhyun.
Baekhyun groans when Jongdae stills suddenly, dick stuffed in as far as it can go for a few seconds before he’s slowly pulling back out. His whine is muffled behind the gag but it’s still loud when Jongdae’s dick pops free completely, leaving Baekhyun gaping and unsatisfied. He wriggles his hips, making clawing motions with his hands as if that’ll pull Jongdae back, and Jongdae just chuckles lowly, slides a warm hand over the curve of Baekhyun’s ass.
“Relax,” he says. “I got you.”
Then there’s something pushing against his ass again, something a little harder, thicker, and it’s only when it’s pushed halfway in does Baekhyun realize it’s the dildo he’d bought earlier that day. It stretches him just as well as he’d hoped, filling him up so nicely, and he can hear Jongdae’s harsh breaths behind him, too, preens a little at how even he can’t go unaffected.
“Is this what you wanted, Baekhyun?” Jongdae asks, pushing the dildo to the hilt. “Stuffed full like this?” Baekhyun just pushes his hips back in response, unable to speak anyway, and he’s mentally giving himself a pat on the back for his choice in dildo. It feels great.
“Look at you,” Jongdae says, and he takes a handful of Baekhyun’s ass, stretching him open just enough as he gives the dildo a little twist. “You’re just sucking it up.” He gives Baekhyun’s ass a firm smack with his palm as he releases him, and Baekhyun whimpers around the gag, wishing he could cry out properly, tell Jongdae how much he likes it. “Is this better than me, huh?” he asks, and he’s starting to sound much more breathless now. He’s not touching Baekhyun anymore, and Baekhyun can’t see much over his shoulder, just the intense look in Jongdae’s eyes as he stares back down at him. He wonders if Jongdae’s touching himself, instead.
“Is it, Baekhyun?” Jongdae asks again, and he’s slowly pulling the dildo out before shoving it back in, and if Baekhyun could speak he’d probably say yes, just to rile Jongdae up, see what he’d do. But he’s so close right now, teetering on the edge of orgasm as Jongdae fucks him with the dildo that he can’t bear to do anything but shake his head. “Good boy,” Jongdae says, leaving the dildo pushed in all the way. He rubs his hand up Baekhyun’s back, and Baekhyun shivers from the touch, struggling to keep from coming until Jongdae says it’s okay.
“Do you think you could take us both?”
In his blissed out haze, it takes a moment for the words to sink in, and when it does, Baekhyun lets out his loudest groan yet. His whole body quakes from the thought. They’ve never done that before, but the idea is so…
He gasps suddenly as the gag loosens around his head, his jaw aching as Jongdae pulls it out of his mouth. Baekhyun swallows once, twice, licks his dry lips, and winces at the sting in his jaw. Jongdae’s there instantly, rubbing along his jawline with gentle fingers as he says, “Do you? I need to hear you say it or I--”
“Yes,” Baekhyun croaks out. He doesn’t sound anything like himself but he doesn’t care. He’s aching with want, desperate for Jongdae’s cock, for the extra stretch of the dildo inside him, too. He wants--He needs it. “Yes, Jongdae--please.”
“Are you sure?” Jongdae asks, pushing Baekhyun’s hair out of his face, and Baekhyun squirms against the mattress, arms straining behind his back, and nods fiercely.
“Please, fuck me, I want you to do it,” he begs, and Jongdae gives him one, slow look, before he’s sweeping in to kiss him. Despite everything they’ve done so far, despite what they’re about to do, this kiss is soft, languid, rattling deep in Baekhyun’s bones as he kisses back, eagerly, happily, tasting Jongdae properly for the first time that night. When Jongdae pulls apart, it leaves Baekhyun even more desperate for more, for whatever Jongdae can give him, and he lies down against the pillows again, head twisted at an angle so he can watch Jongdae over his shoulder.
The first press of fingers next to the dildo is shocking but not unpleasant. Baekhyun’s done that, before. The stretch is a little tighter, the toy a little bigger than usual, but Jongdae’s using plenty of lube and Baekhyun is as relaxed as possible, doing his best to keep his orgasm at bay. “You okay?” Jongdae asks as he starts to press in a third finger, and Baekhyun, remembering that he can actually speak now, mutters a choked out, “Yes.”
“If it’s too much--”
“God, Jongdae, just do it, okay?” he hisses, rocking his hips back onto Jongdae’s fingers as much as he can. It’s harder with his hands tied up like this, but Baekhyun can’t say he doesn’t enjoy it. “Next time, I’m gonna have to gag you.”
“Jesus,” Jongdae grumbles, “if that’s what I get for being worried.” He pushes his fingers in harder as he pulls the toy out and the motion has Baekhyun moaning, feeling the stretch even more. “You like that?”
“Do it again,” is all Baekhyun says, and Jongdae does, not wasting a second. “Come on, now, please, put your dick in me.”
“I don’t know,” Jongdae says lightly, but he’s removing his fingers anyway. “You didn’t seem so interested in my dick when you bought this thing.” He shoves the toy back in all the way and Baekhyun cries out in surprise.
“Jongdae, fuck--what do you want--an ode to your dick or something?” Baekhyun says, glaring at him over his shoulder, and he hates how Jongdae looks so much more composed than Baekhyun is. Of course, he’s not the one tied up and teased, but still, it’d be nice to see that smug look on his face crumpling a little. “Just fuck me already, or I’m going to fucking come before you even do anything.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Jongdae says, and then Baekhyun feels the head of his dick rubbing up against his hole. “Relax,” he says, voice much softer now, concerned, his free hand sliding up the back of Baekhyun’s thigh and over his ass again and again, and Baekhyun bites his lower lip as he forces himself to loosen his muscles again as Jongdae pushes in.
Everything is silent for a moment, save for the harsh sound of Jongdae’s breathing, the slickness of the lube as he presses his dick in alongside the dildo, and rapid thrum of Baekhyun’s heart in his ears. It’s beating so fast he’s surprised he hasn’t passed out, and he can’t even form words or sounds, just bites his lip so hard he’s bleeding by the time Jongdae’s managed to get the head of his dick inside.
“Oh, my god,” Jongdae breathes, but it sounds much louder in the quiet of the room. Baekhyun swallows thickly, tentatively rotates his hips, and Jongdae groans. “Fuck, wait--wait, Baekhyun--” And it’s so fucking satisfying to hear him finally fall apart. His eyes are blown wide and he’s staring down at Baekhyun’s ass like it’s the eighth wonder of the world or something (which, if you ask Baekhyun, it totally is), and then he’s fumbling for the lube again, squirting a bit over Baekhyun’s hole, and rubbing it along the rim with shaky fingers.
“You need a moment, or something? Gotta compose yourself?” Baekhyun teases, and Jongdae looks up to meet his gaze, and his half-hearted glare only makes Baekhyun laugh.
“Shut up,” Jongdae says, but he maintains eye-contact as he slowly but surely pushes his dick in the rest of the way.
It’s unlike anything Baekhyun’s ever felt before, the pressure, the stretch, it’s pushing up through his chest, making it almost difficult to breathe, and he’s thankful for Jongdae, who grips tightly at his waist and doesn’t move, lets Baekhyun get used to it first, to give the go ahead. Baekhyun takes a few shaky breaths, closing his eyes to help focus solely on himself, on familiarizing himself with the feeling, and he jerks in surprise when one of Jongdae’s hands slips from his hip to wrap around his dick instead.
“Fuck,” he groans, hips instinctively rocking forward into Jongdae’s hand. The dicks inside of him shift and it’s good. It’s so good. Baekhyun grinds his teeth into his lower lip again, where it split before. He’ll probably have a ridiculous bruise in the morning, but it’s the least of his worries. “Jongdae--oh god, please, move, do something, please--”
“Okay,” Jongdae says, sounding so strained that Baekhyun has to open his eyes to look at him again. His hair is matted to his forehead, a slick sheen of sweat across his collarbones, and he looks both amazed and still a little concerned as he slowly pulls out and then slams back in.
Baekhyun moans in approval, mouthing at the pillow covers instead of his lip, doing his best to grind back and meet Jongdae’s quickening thrusts without the aid of his hands. They’re gonna have to do this again, he thinks dazedly, when he’s not tied up. Still, it’s fucking wonderful, now that the initial pain has subsided into mere pleasure, now that Jongdae’s found a steady rhythm, pushing into him just how Baekhyun likes it. Every so often he moves the toy, too, pulling it back as he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressed into his prostate, then stuffing it back in as Jongdae eases his dick away. His hand around Baekhyun’s dick has returned to his waist, holding on tight, and Baekhyun’s sure there will be bruises there, too, later, and he’s looking forward to it.
“Is it good?” Jongdae asks, pressed in all the way again. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says, because he’s never had much shame over his kinks. And this is everything he could want right now. He smirks slightly at Jongdae, clenches his ass tight to hear him gasp. “I think you do, too.”
Jongdae just makes a soft humming noise, considering, as he picks up his pace again. His hand returns to Baekhyun’s cock, hanging heavy between his legs, and rubs the precome leaking from the head over the sensitive skin, and Baekhyun shudders bodily, aching, desperate, and so, so close. “What if next time, it wasn’t a toy in there, but another dick?” Jongdae suddenly asks, and Baekhyun gasps, instantly interested in how much different, how much better, it would feel with two real dicks pushed inside of him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ask someone to join us like this, maybe--Yixing? Fucking you open alongside my cock.”
“Jongdae,” Baekhyun cries out, because the thought is too much to handle, and Baekhyun doesn’t know that he’ll ever be able to rid himself of the idea, now that it’s been planted in his head. Baekhyun’s never hid how hot he finds Yixing and Jongdae knows that. “Please, please, let me come, I can’t, I’m--”
“Okay,” Jongdae says, and he strokes Baekhyun faster until he’s coming, harder than he has in ages, spilling over Jongdae’s fist and into the sheets. “Good, good,” Jongdae says softly, “you did so well,” and through the haze of his orgasm, Baekhyun notices that Jongdae’s stopped moving to help him come, gently rubbing his thumb over the slit until Baekhyun is spent, eyes watering from the pleasure, the relief as he collapses against the bed.
Baekhyun licks his lips, blinking away the tears, and murmurs, “You, too, Jongdae.”
Jongdae doesn’t need to be told twice. He releases Baekhyun’s dick and pulls the toy out slowly, and Baekhyun gasps again as he feels it leave him. In the next second, though, Jongdae is picking up where he left off, deep, strong thrusts that would probably have Baekhyun hard again within minutes if he wasn’t so drained, and soon enough, Jongdae is grinding up against his ass and spilling inside of him, groaning as his eyes flutter shut. Baekhyun watches, purposefully squeezes a little around Jongdae’s dick, and laughs at the way his expression gets all pinched.
“Bastard,” Jongdae says shakily, giving Baekhyun’s ass a light swat, and Baekhyun just wiggles his ass at him until Jongdae holds him steady so he can pull out.
Baekhyun all but flops down on the bed, wincing as he stretches his legs out, and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness is going to take some getting used to. He’s sore but impossibly sated, and he wants to bask in this feeling for as long as he can.
Thankfully Jongdae makes it even better by quickly undoing the knots around his wrist, the ropes falling apart much more easier than it took getting them together. Jongdae gently rubs his hands up Baekhyun’s arms, helping him to move them forward, and he tosses the ropes to the floor as he watches with worried eyes while Baekhyun rolls his shoulders, his wrists.
“We didn’t overdo it, did we?” Jongdae asks, and Baekhyun is really so lucky for Jongdae, who gives into all of his kinks and takes care of him so wonderfully afterward. He shuffles forward, pulls Jongdae close with a hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him deeply until Jongdae is curling around him and they’re lying side by side in bed.
“It was perfect,” Baekhyun says, and kisses Jongdae’s grin off his face.
note: yeah idk how this happened either >__> rolls away
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