ANOTHER PORN DUMP
Afterwards (Bring Your Friends)
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao (+ the peanut gallery, implied Baekhyun/Chanyeol), NC-17, 2000 words
Public blowjobs. That's all this is. I HAVE OTHER OBLIGATIONS but we're ignoring those at the moment. Title from a Kid Cudi song.
Everyone disperses before dinner time, just as the sun starts to set and the evening breeze picks up. Zitao spends ten more minutes working on the hardflip that he and Jongin just can't seem to get right before he calls it a night too, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and letting the wind cool him down. A few kids are still lurking around the parking lot. Zitao spots Jongdae first, then the rest of his crew- Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo. There’s a bunch of empty energy drink cans littered around them. Jongdae’s laugh echoes out through the parking lot.
Zitao briefly considers going to over to say hello, but decides against it. They're all friends with Sehun and Jongin, but it doesn't mean that they're friends with him. Sure, Baekhyun's nice and all, but Zitao suspects that neither Chanyeol or Kyungsoo have warmed up to him yet, and though he knows they will (everyone does, after all), Zitao isn't ready to push his luck. He figures he can get by with an awkward wave, but Baekhyun calls out to him as he passes, beckoning him with an open palm.
"Hi, hyung," Zitao says to Baekhyun, nodding in turn to the others. Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo are all occupying the same curb, but Chanyeol's sitting a few feet away, leaned up against the handicap parking sign.
"Hey, Zitao right?" Baekhyun asks. Zitao nods, even though he knows he’s told Baekhyun his name at least three times now. "Do you want a blowjob?"
It isn't what Zitao was expecting, not in the least. There's a lurch in his gut like the car starting off on a roller coaster-abrupt, impending. "Do I want-"
"A blowjob. Do you want one?" Jongdae snickers into his fist. Baekhyun continues, "See, Chanyeol here kind of has this thing for dicks? No customers yet today."
"Customers?"
"Metaphorically speaking," Baekhyun says, waving his hand. Zitao wonders if this is how he talks about all of his friends. "Anyway, he wants to suck you off. He was talking about how much he wanted you earlier. Isn't that right, Chanyeol?"
"Yeah, whatever," Chanyeol says, and whether he sounds defensive or shameless, Zitao can't tell. He thinks he can see some color in Chanyeol’s cheeks, but it might just be a burn, the pink a companion to the sun splotchy freckles spread out under the straps of his tank top. Chanyeol catches his eye and it makes Zitao's stomach flip nervously.
"So, are you in?" Jongdae asks, knocking back the last mouthful of his drink. "We don't have all night."
Zitao finds himself nodding before he can really think about it. Chanyeol has got a nice mouth and Zitao's not a teenager anymore, but he's still impulsive when it comes to sex. "Right here?" he asks, turning to look at Chanyeol, who still looks as indifferent as he did a moment ago. "In front of you guys?"
Baekhyun applies his foot to the back of Zitao's kneecap, causing him to stumble forward. Zitao assumes the position, feet framing Chanyeol's bent legs. Chanyeol takes a final swig off his can. "Yeah. He does it all the time, it's okay."
"Are you sure-" Zitao starts to ask, wary of a catch, but Chanyeol is already wiping his dirty palms on his pants and reaching for Zitao's buckle.
Zitao is barely hard when Chanyeol gets his boxers unbuttoned and pulls his cock free. He can't shake the other's eyes on him. Zitao knows his dick is a good size, that it's not completely unusual to be uncut here, but the expectation of judgment is a constant in Zitao's mind under normal circumstances, let alone getting some kind of ritual bonding blowjob in front of three other guys. Maybe it's a good thing that he wasn't already hard-maybe he looks like less of a queer.
Chanyeol's fingers are long, wrapping around Zitao's length and giving it a firm stroke. Zitao might be embarrassed, but his body gets over it pretty quickly, cock swelling in Chanyeol's grip. Chanyeol finally looks up at him just as he brings his lips up to the tip of Zitao's dick and parts them. Chanyeol's lips, as it turns out, are just as soft as they look. He mouths at Zitao's head, teasing, giving tiny licks around the ridge and lapping up the spot of precome at his slit. Zitao holds back from groaning, mustering up his years of martial arts training to stay as still as possible. Chanyeol draws his lips back then tilts his head, dragging his tongue from the base of Zitao's cock upwards.
"Go ahead, pull his hair," Baekhyun cuts in. His tone is commanding. Zitao imagines him watching, Jongdae and Kyungsoo exchanging looks. "He likes it."
Zitao is tentative when he places his hands on top of Chanyeol's head. Then Chanyeol sucks Zitao's cock into his mouth Zitao he can't help the need to grab something, fingers tangling into Chanyeol's sweat damp hair. Zitao wonders how Baekhyun knows that Chanyeol likes it. A thing for dicks, Baekhyun had said. Does that mean Baekhyun's too? What about the other kids that hang around the skate park? Neither Jongin nor Sehun warned him, but what about someone like Minseok? Or Kris. Zitao pictures it without meaning to-the outline of Kris's big cock against Chanyeol's cheek, rough hands fisted into Chanyeol's hair. The thought drives Zitao's hips forward, his cock sliding easily between Chanyeol's wet, stretched lips.
He forgets about the people watching for the time being, fixated on Chanyeol's mouth, the tight suction and the tongue slurping against the underside of his cock. Jongdae says something vaguely degrading and Kyungsoo follows it up with, "Chanyeol, please be careful not to choke." Chanyeol flips them his middle finger.
If Chanyeol's had a lot of practice, it shows in the way he sucks Zitao's entire length without hesitation, not sputtering a bit even when Zitao's cock brushes against his throat. Chanyeol’s head bobs in an easy rhythm, while Zitao parts Chanyeol’s hair with his fingers, nails scraping over his scalp.
The air is cooling rapidly, the promise of upcoming summer weather in the daytime fading away by night. The wind raises goosebumps on Zitao's arms and his nipples harden underneath his thin tank top. All of the warmth in Zitao's body pools around his groin. He can't shoot his load too early, can't look like the inexperienced kid that he is, but Chanyeol is making it difficult to hold back. Every hum of his throat pushes Zitao closer.
"Look how good he is," Baekhyun's voice says, cutting through Zitao's focus.
Chanyeol jerks his head back and it takes Zitao biting down on his lip to keep from whining at the loss of heat. His lips brush feather light against the head of Zitao's cock. "Do you want me to finish or not?" Chanyeol asks, as if Zitao isn't even here, as if he's blowing Baekhyun instead of Zitao. This is between the two of them and Zitao is just caught up in the middle of it.
Then he remembers what Baekhyun said earlier, that Chanyeol had wanted him, and Zitao doesn’t know what to think.
Chanyeol curls a hand around the middle of Zitao's erection, squeezing almost absently as he and Baekhyun share some sort of gaze. Zitao's only looking at Chanyeol. It's not long of a moment but Zitao feels it, trying uselessly not to push into Chanyeol's fist. Finally Baekhyun says, amused, "Don't let me stop you," and Chanyeol very pointedly rolls his eyes.
"You're a dick," Chanyeol says, then flattens his tongue to lick broadly down Zitao's cock. It surprises Zitao. This time he does gasp, and it seems to echo out over the buzz of cicadas. Chanyeol's face reveals a hint of satisfaction.
With one hand reaching up to cup Zitao's balls through his pants, Chanyeol slides his mouth down over Zitao's cock, sucking forcefully. A double whammy of sensations and Zitao feels himself tensing, toes curling inside of his skate shoes, balls tightening. He manages to say, "I'm going to come" just a second before he does. It's a heavy load, a release that seems to go on for a whole minute. To Zitao's surprise, Chanyeol doesn't pull away, just keeps sucking until Zitao's body has been wrung dry. Chanyeol even swallows.
Zitao's cock, glistening wet, smacks up against his stomach when Chanyeol sits back. He hastily tucks himself back into his boxers, ignoring the sting of overstimulation, and zips his jeans up. His whole body is flushed red and the outside temperature doesn't stop him from feeling entirely too hot all over. He looks down at Chanyeol, who's sitting with his legs sprawled out between Zitao's, an obvious tent straining the front of his pants.
"Seven out of ten," Jongdae says. Zitao looks to his right for the first time since Chanyeol started. The three of them look casual, like they've just been watching birds or something instead of watching their friend give head. They're fucking weird.
"Six," Kyungsoo says, boredly.
Baekhyun taps his index finger against his chin thoughtfully. "I'm going to go with seven. Not your best work, too sloppy at the end. He's got decent technique though, right?"
The question is directed at Zitao. He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it was good," he says, hoping it's the right answer.
It must be. Baekhyun stands and brushes off his backside. The other two follow suit. "He's going to take you home now," Baekhyun says, gesturing over to Chanyeol. "Going to fuck you, I assume. If that's what you want."
Chanyeol's spindly fingers wrap around Zitao's wrist, pulling him in close enough to feel Chanyeol's hard-on against his leg. Zitao's cock twitches, waking back up. Chanyeol smells musky with sweat and a bit like stale come. His fingers press insistently against Zitao's pulse point. Zitao feels four pairs of eyes on him, each with a different expression. He stumbles over his yes.
Baekhyun smiles, approvingly. "I'll see you later, Chanyeol," he says.
Jongdae waggles his fingers goodbye, while Kyungsoo tips his head at Zitao, looking either sardonic or pitying. Then they're walking away, leaving a pile of empty cans behind them.
When his friends are out of sight, Chanyeol gives Zitao’s wrist a tug and pulls him in the opposite direction, back towards the skate park. “Follow me,” he says.
"Where do you-" Zitao starts to ask as they make their way along the edge of the skate park. Chanyeol cuts him off before he can finish, pushing him back until Zitao stumbles against the fence. It rattles underneath his weight.
"You talk too much," Chanyeol says, his voice rough with an edge that it didn't have earlier. He's scowling, eyes narrowed.
"I didn't say anything," Zitao says, pushing back against Chanyeol. The fingers circling Zitao's wrist squeeze down hard enough to bruise, effectively keeping Zitao in his place. He stands with his shoulders straight, looking down his nose at Zitao. The passivity of the past half hour seems to be gone. Zitao's eyes widen.
It's a funny image, the idea of someone as small as Baekhyun pushing around someone as big as Chanyeol. Zitao's seen Chanyeol on the pipes, the way he skates seemingly without any anticipation of failure. Big teeth, big laugh, big personality- hard not to notice. Then Zitao thinks of Chanyeol's neck bowed and the way he let Baekhyun embarrass him, the three of them embarrass him, and it doesn't really make any sense. Except that it does, if that's what gets Chanyeol hard in his pants without being touched, and that evidence is still clear enough.
"Just shut up until we get to my house, okay?" says Chanyeol. Zitao's not sure he's buying the swagger now, but he nods anyway, letting his arm fall free of Chanyeol's grip.
"Whatever you want," Zitao says, and wonders if it's just short guys that are allowed to boss him around.
Show Me Where Your Dick's At
EXO, Kai/Sehun, NC-17, 2000 words
Size kink. Lapslock, unfortunately. Originally posted at exopromptmeme. Title from one of Ke$ha's classics.
jongin is in the bathroom when sehun pushes through the door. "hey!" he protests. sehun ignores him because privacy should've stopped being an issue between them a long time ago and his mouth tastes like something is decomposing in there. sehun reaches for the toothpaste and ends up knocking a few bottles of skincare products to the floor, where they scatter across the tile.
sehun grumbles as he sinks into a squat. one of the bottles has rolled near the toilet and it's not like sehun means to look, but as it happens, when he reaches for the bottle, he ends up glancing up at jongin just in time to see him tucking his cock back into the front of his sleep pants. he flushes the toilet and sehun's hand is still frozen around the bottle of acne cream.
"yah," jongin says, turning around to face sehun, who is decidedly not staring at the front of jongin's pants even though he's eye level with his crotch. "what are you doing on the floor?"
"i dropped some stuff," sehun says, holding up the bottle for proof. he pushes past sehun to the sink. sehun continues to squat and ponder, even when jongin calls him weird and flings water droplets from his fingers at sehun's face on his way out of the room.
jongin has a small cock. sehun knows that not everyone is as gifted (or cursed, depending on the type of pants) as he is, but jongin is downright tiny. hard with morning wood and still only a few inches. probably smaller than baekhyun's or kyungsoo's, not that sehun tries to make too much of a habit of looking at other dude's dicks. there's only so many times you can look before someone starts to notice.
sehun stands at the mirror and tries not to think about it. keyword being try, because all he can imagine as he splashes cool water onto his face is getting on his knees in front of jongin and sucking the small head of his cock into his mouth, fitting it all in his throat until he'd get a faceful of pubes. he thinks about jongin's dick slipping from his mouth, rubbing spit and come across his cheek. would jongin come on his face or would he pussy out?
someone knocks on the door (kyungsoo, the only one who bothers knocking anymore) and it's enough to snap sehun out of it. jesus he was humping the fucking sink. "just a minute, hyung," he calls out. he splashes more cold water on his face, hoping that it will dispel the color in his cheeks, and then tucks his boner up under the waistband of his boxers to hide it.
"all yours."
for the next week, sehun spectacularly fails at mission: do not stare at jongin's dick. it's not his fault that jongin likes lounging around, legs spread, the near flat front of his pants on display. "laying on the floor makes my back feel better," jongin explains when sehun pretends to step on him, nudging the ball of his foot over jongin's hip.
"yeah, well i'm not bringing you dinner in here so you'd better get up," sehun says.
at the sound of food, jongin gets to his feet, surprisingly spry for someone just complaining about pain. sehun's eyes are immediately drawn to his crotch, watching for the slight swing of his dick as he moves. he's not wearing any underwear under his sweatpants. sehun could just reach out right now, cup a hand over his front and feel his flaccid cock. his hand twitches with repressed movement.
"are you coming?" jongin asks from the doorway, looking at sehun like he's an idiot. probably because he's just standing there practically drooling on himself like a fucking invalid.
you should come on my face, sehun thinks. "yeah," he says instead. "i'm right behind you."
jongin is hardly the most attentive of people, always focusing on new choreo or another group's routine or anything besides what's going on around him. so sehun knows that his staring must've been pretty obvious when jongin calls him out on it one day during a break in practice. it's not sehun's fault, it's the hint of a bulge in jongin's jeans, giving sehun all kins of crazy ideas about burying his face in jongin's crotch and never coming up for air.
"dude, can you please stop staring at my dick?" jongin snaps in the middle of a dance step. sehun had been watching him in the mirror practice the same thrusting move over and over, what was he supposed to do? not look? still, sehun feels the immediate burn of humiliation, the heavy gaze of the rest of the members looking at him. someone laughs.
and it's the heat in his face, the shame that makes sehun bite out, "well, it's not like there's much to look at."
someone snorts (probably baekhyun) and chanyeol outright guffaws. sehun isn't looking at them, though. he's looking at jongin's face. jongin's eyebrows draw in and sehun can't tell if he's mad or what. sehun hopes he didn't make jongin mad, but it's not like he's about to announce to the room that he likes, like, really likes the fact that jongin's cock is small.
"guys," joonmyun says, exasperated. "can we not talk about jongin's dick?"
chanyeol laughs again. a few minutes later, practice resumes and if jongin is bothered by the remark, he doesn't let on.
sehun catches jongin's arm on the way into his bedroom when they get home. "can we talk?"
joonmyun told him before they got out of the van to apologize to jongin, so he's given them the room to talk. sehun shuts the door behind him. "i'm sorry i insulted your manhood, that was very-"
"but you were staring, right?" jongin asks. he looks tired, vaguely irritable, but that's his normal state. "don't deny that."
sehun doesn't deny it. he just shrugs, noncommittally.
"why?"
they've never hidden things from each other. sehun knows jongin's password to his computer, the subject of the wet dream he had two months ago, all of his insecurities. sehun doesn't have it in him to make something up. "because it's hot," he ends up mumbling.
"what?"
"stop asking questions, god."
jongin takes a step forward. "so, you, what? find my dick hot?" sehun nods. "what do you want to do with it?"
sehun's mouth feels more dry than a nun's cunt. he might be shaking a little. "i want to suck it."
jongin is pulling off his knit cap, shucking his jacket. "is that all? i've seen the way you were looking at me, sehun. i know that's not it."
"it's too embarrassing, fuck," sehun says.
standing right in front of him, jongin pulls off his thin tank top, skinny boy abs blending into sharp hipbones, his pants pulled down criminally low. if he's hard, sehun can't tell, and it makes his mouth water. jongin smirks at him and sehun just blurts it out. "come on my face."
jongin's eyebrows shoot up. "what was that?"
"you fucking asshole," sehun says, shutting his eyes. "don't make me say it again."
he's not expecting jongin to touch him, but he does, just a gentle, steadying hand on his hip. sehun opens his eyes and jongin is smiling at him, full of affection. so sehun didn't fuck this up after all. "i'm flattered," jongin says, and leans in to kiss sehun.
jongin'd asked sehun once what it was like to kiss guys. were they different? "less soft," sehun had said, because the only guy he'd kissed was ten years his senior and had five o-clock shadow that scraped across sehun's face.
jongin isn't any less soft. his mouth is plush, his tongue smooth against sehun's. his bare skin where sehun's hands land is burning up. sehun lets his fingers slide around jongin's back until they're resting at the waistband of his briefs, then he slides them down to cup jongin's ass in his hands. even his ass is muscular, sehun thinks, annoyed, kneading the flesh in his hands.
abruptly, jongin pulls away. "we don't have all night," jongin says when sehun tries to follow his mouth. "come on, sehun, suck my dick."
with a hand nudging him down, sehun drops to his knees. sehun almost wishes that jongin was wearing jeans so he could take the time to undo the zipper, drag them slowly down jongin's thighs, but there's something to be said for the easy access of sweatpants. sehun rests his face against the front of jongin's underwear, rubbing his cheek over jongin's hard cock. from above him, jongin makes a breathy noise, not quite a moan yet.
sehun pulls jongin's briefs down to his ankles and takes his cock into his fist. the width of his fingers is almost enough to cover it entirely. "hey," jongin says, softly enough so that sehun looks up at him. "i thought i would be embarrassed about, you know, but-" jongin lets out a groan, covering his red face with his hand. "thanks, i guess."'
"you're such a girl," sehun says. in response, jongin thrusts his cock forward into sehun's hand, bumping against his cheek. sehun gets to work.
he licks teasingly over jongin's slit and down to his shaft, curling his tongue around to reach the underside of his cock. it's easy to slide his tongue along the entire length. when jongin's breathing hitches, sehun gives a final wet lick to the base of jongin's cock, then guides it into his mouth. he tightens his lips around the very tip of his cock, waiting to see if jongin will get the idea.
jongin does. he snaps his hips forward and his dick is thrust into sehun's mouth. any larger a cock and sehun would be sputtering, gasping for air, but inside the glide is easy. sehun doesn't have to worry about taking too much in. instead he can concentrate on swirling his tongue around jongin's length and keeping his lips tight, sucking on jongin's cock like it's his favorite treat, while his hands come up to fondle jongin's balls. jongin moans, deliberately quiet because they're in a dorm, with bandmates on either side of the wall from them, but sehun feels like they're the only two people in the world at the moment. everything has centered around jongin and sehun's desire to please him.
the harder sehun sucks, the more erratic jongin's thrusts get. his hands twist tangles into sehun's hair but he likes the steady thrum of pain amidst uneven thrusts. sehun's breathing in the scent of jongin's junk with his face pushed against jongin's pubes and there might be saliva running down sehun's chin, but his jaw isn't aching and sehun isn't hoping the blowjob will end soon like he has in the past. he could stay here all night on his knees.
they don't have all night, though, and jongin isn't going to last that long anyway. he taps meaningfully on sehun's head, asking urgently, "are you sure?" sehun garbles out an okay the best he can with his mouth full, and jongin moans at the vibration of his throat. sehun lets jongin's cock fall from his mouth and the next thrust is aimed at his cheek, sliding over the smooth skin once, twice before jongin is coming. he spurts out a thick mess of come, spread warm and sticky across sehun's face. sehun licks the moisture off of his lips and then leans in to lick the head of jongin's cock clean too.
sehun sits back on his heels. the come is rapidly drying on his face and sehun can feel it when he smiles. jongin is staring at him, wide-eyed, maybe a little amazed that he did that. sehun is hard in his jeans, cock throbbing as it brushes against the fabric when he stands. "i'll just go-" he says, motioning to the door. he hopes no one will be in the hallway, because that's an awkward conversation he's not ready to have before he's even gotten himself off.
jongin grabs onto his arm, waddling forward with his pants still around his ankles. "let me do you too, you freak."
sehun isn't going to argue with that.
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these were even less thought out than usual and also unbetaed so i apologize if anything reads totally wonky. and frankly i didn't even remember writing the second one until lucy reminded me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao (+ the peanut gallery, implied Baekhyun/Chanyeol), NC-17, 2000 words
Public blowjobs. That's all this is. I HAVE OTHER OBLIGATIONS but we're ignoring those at the moment. Title from a Kid Cudi song.
Everyone disperses before dinner time, just as the sun starts to set and the evening breeze picks up. Zitao spends ten more minutes working on the hardflip that he and Jongin just can't seem to get right before he calls it a night too, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and letting the wind cool him down. A few kids are still lurking around the parking lot. Zitao spots Jongdae first, then the rest of his crew- Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo. There’s a bunch of empty energy drink cans littered around them. Jongdae’s laugh echoes out through the parking lot.
Zitao briefly considers going to over to say hello, but decides against it. They're all friends with Sehun and Jongin, but it doesn't mean that they're friends with him. Sure, Baekhyun's nice and all, but Zitao suspects that neither Chanyeol or Kyungsoo have warmed up to him yet, and though he knows they will (everyone does, after all), Zitao isn't ready to push his luck. He figures he can get by with an awkward wave, but Baekhyun calls out to him as he passes, beckoning him with an open palm.
"Hi, hyung," Zitao says to Baekhyun, nodding in turn to the others. Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo are all occupying the same curb, but Chanyeol's sitting a few feet away, leaned up against the handicap parking sign.
"Hey, Zitao right?" Baekhyun asks. Zitao nods, even though he knows he’s told Baekhyun his name at least three times now. "Do you want a blowjob?"
It isn't what Zitao was expecting, not in the least. There's a lurch in his gut like the car starting off on a roller coaster-abrupt, impending. "Do I want-"
"A blowjob. Do you want one?" Jongdae snickers into his fist. Baekhyun continues, "See, Chanyeol here kind of has this thing for dicks? No customers yet today."
"Customers?"
"Metaphorically speaking," Baekhyun says, waving his hand. Zitao wonders if this is how he talks about all of his friends. "Anyway, he wants to suck you off. He was talking about how much he wanted you earlier. Isn't that right, Chanyeol?"
"Yeah, whatever," Chanyeol says, and whether he sounds defensive or shameless, Zitao can't tell. He thinks he can see some color in Chanyeol’s cheeks, but it might just be a burn, the pink a companion to the sun splotchy freckles spread out under the straps of his tank top. Chanyeol catches his eye and it makes Zitao's stomach flip nervously.
"So, are you in?" Jongdae asks, knocking back the last mouthful of his drink. "We don't have all night."
Zitao finds himself nodding before he can really think about it. Chanyeol has got a nice mouth and Zitao's not a teenager anymore, but he's still impulsive when it comes to sex. "Right here?" he asks, turning to look at Chanyeol, who still looks as indifferent as he did a moment ago. "In front of you guys?"
Baekhyun applies his foot to the back of Zitao's kneecap, causing him to stumble forward. Zitao assumes the position, feet framing Chanyeol's bent legs. Chanyeol takes a final swig off his can. "Yeah. He does it all the time, it's okay."
"Are you sure-" Zitao starts to ask, wary of a catch, but Chanyeol is already wiping his dirty palms on his pants and reaching for Zitao's buckle.
Zitao is barely hard when Chanyeol gets his boxers unbuttoned and pulls his cock free. He can't shake the other's eyes on him. Zitao knows his dick is a good size, that it's not completely unusual to be uncut here, but the expectation of judgment is a constant in Zitao's mind under normal circumstances, let alone getting some kind of ritual bonding blowjob in front of three other guys. Maybe it's a good thing that he wasn't already hard-maybe he looks like less of a queer.
Chanyeol's fingers are long, wrapping around Zitao's length and giving it a firm stroke. Zitao might be embarrassed, but his body gets over it pretty quickly, cock swelling in Chanyeol's grip. Chanyeol finally looks up at him just as he brings his lips up to the tip of Zitao's dick and parts them. Chanyeol's lips, as it turns out, are just as soft as they look. He mouths at Zitao's head, teasing, giving tiny licks around the ridge and lapping up the spot of precome at his slit. Zitao holds back from groaning, mustering up his years of martial arts training to stay as still as possible. Chanyeol draws his lips back then tilts his head, dragging his tongue from the base of Zitao's cock upwards.
"Go ahead, pull his hair," Baekhyun cuts in. His tone is commanding. Zitao imagines him watching, Jongdae and Kyungsoo exchanging looks. "He likes it."
Zitao is tentative when he places his hands on top of Chanyeol's head. Then Chanyeol sucks Zitao's cock into his mouth Zitao he can't help the need to grab something, fingers tangling into Chanyeol's sweat damp hair. Zitao wonders how Baekhyun knows that Chanyeol likes it. A thing for dicks, Baekhyun had said. Does that mean Baekhyun's too? What about the other kids that hang around the skate park? Neither Jongin nor Sehun warned him, but what about someone like Minseok? Or Kris. Zitao pictures it without meaning to-the outline of Kris's big cock against Chanyeol's cheek, rough hands fisted into Chanyeol's hair. The thought drives Zitao's hips forward, his cock sliding easily between Chanyeol's wet, stretched lips.
He forgets about the people watching for the time being, fixated on Chanyeol's mouth, the tight suction and the tongue slurping against the underside of his cock. Jongdae says something vaguely degrading and Kyungsoo follows it up with, "Chanyeol, please be careful not to choke." Chanyeol flips them his middle finger.
If Chanyeol's had a lot of practice, it shows in the way he sucks Zitao's entire length without hesitation, not sputtering a bit even when Zitao's cock brushes against his throat. Chanyeol’s head bobs in an easy rhythm, while Zitao parts Chanyeol’s hair with his fingers, nails scraping over his scalp.
The air is cooling rapidly, the promise of upcoming summer weather in the daytime fading away by night. The wind raises goosebumps on Zitao's arms and his nipples harden underneath his thin tank top. All of the warmth in Zitao's body pools around his groin. He can't shoot his load too early, can't look like the inexperienced kid that he is, but Chanyeol is making it difficult to hold back. Every hum of his throat pushes Zitao closer.
"Look how good he is," Baekhyun's voice says, cutting through Zitao's focus.
Chanyeol jerks his head back and it takes Zitao biting down on his lip to keep from whining at the loss of heat. His lips brush feather light against the head of Zitao's cock. "Do you want me to finish or not?" Chanyeol asks, as if Zitao isn't even here, as if he's blowing Baekhyun instead of Zitao. This is between the two of them and Zitao is just caught up in the middle of it.
Then he remembers what Baekhyun said earlier, that Chanyeol had wanted him, and Zitao doesn’t know what to think.
Chanyeol curls a hand around the middle of Zitao's erection, squeezing almost absently as he and Baekhyun share some sort of gaze. Zitao's only looking at Chanyeol. It's not long of a moment but Zitao feels it, trying uselessly not to push into Chanyeol's fist. Finally Baekhyun says, amused, "Don't let me stop you," and Chanyeol very pointedly rolls his eyes.
"You're a dick," Chanyeol says, then flattens his tongue to lick broadly down Zitao's cock. It surprises Zitao. This time he does gasp, and it seems to echo out over the buzz of cicadas. Chanyeol's face reveals a hint of satisfaction.
With one hand reaching up to cup Zitao's balls through his pants, Chanyeol slides his mouth down over Zitao's cock, sucking forcefully. A double whammy of sensations and Zitao feels himself tensing, toes curling inside of his skate shoes, balls tightening. He manages to say, "I'm going to come" just a second before he does. It's a heavy load, a release that seems to go on for a whole minute. To Zitao's surprise, Chanyeol doesn't pull away, just keeps sucking until Zitao's body has been wrung dry. Chanyeol even swallows.
Zitao's cock, glistening wet, smacks up against his stomach when Chanyeol sits back. He hastily tucks himself back into his boxers, ignoring the sting of overstimulation, and zips his jeans up. His whole body is flushed red and the outside temperature doesn't stop him from feeling entirely too hot all over. He looks down at Chanyeol, who's sitting with his legs sprawled out between Zitao's, an obvious tent straining the front of his pants.
"Seven out of ten," Jongdae says. Zitao looks to his right for the first time since Chanyeol started. The three of them look casual, like they've just been watching birds or something instead of watching their friend give head. They're fucking weird.
"Six," Kyungsoo says, boredly.
Baekhyun taps his index finger against his chin thoughtfully. "I'm going to go with seven. Not your best work, too sloppy at the end. He's got decent technique though, right?"
The question is directed at Zitao. He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it was good," he says, hoping it's the right answer.
It must be. Baekhyun stands and brushes off his backside. The other two follow suit. "He's going to take you home now," Baekhyun says, gesturing over to Chanyeol. "Going to fuck you, I assume. If that's what you want."
Chanyeol's spindly fingers wrap around Zitao's wrist, pulling him in close enough to feel Chanyeol's hard-on against his leg. Zitao's cock twitches, waking back up. Chanyeol smells musky with sweat and a bit like stale come. His fingers press insistently against Zitao's pulse point. Zitao feels four pairs of eyes on him, each with a different expression. He stumbles over his yes.
Baekhyun smiles, approvingly. "I'll see you later, Chanyeol," he says.
Jongdae waggles his fingers goodbye, while Kyungsoo tips his head at Zitao, looking either sardonic or pitying. Then they're walking away, leaving a pile of empty cans behind them.
When his friends are out of sight, Chanyeol gives Zitao’s wrist a tug and pulls him in the opposite direction, back towards the skate park. “Follow me,” he says.
"Where do you-" Zitao starts to ask as they make their way along the edge of the skate park. Chanyeol cuts him off before he can finish, pushing him back until Zitao stumbles against the fence. It rattles underneath his weight.
"You talk too much," Chanyeol says, his voice rough with an edge that it didn't have earlier. He's scowling, eyes narrowed.
"I didn't say anything," Zitao says, pushing back against Chanyeol. The fingers circling Zitao's wrist squeeze down hard enough to bruise, effectively keeping Zitao in his place. He stands with his shoulders straight, looking down his nose at Zitao. The passivity of the past half hour seems to be gone. Zitao's eyes widen.
It's a funny image, the idea of someone as small as Baekhyun pushing around someone as big as Chanyeol. Zitao's seen Chanyeol on the pipes, the way he skates seemingly without any anticipation of failure. Big teeth, big laugh, big personality- hard not to notice. Then Zitao thinks of Chanyeol's neck bowed and the way he let Baekhyun embarrass him, the three of them embarrass him, and it doesn't really make any sense. Except that it does, if that's what gets Chanyeol hard in his pants without being touched, and that evidence is still clear enough.
"Just shut up until we get to my house, okay?" says Chanyeol. Zitao's not sure he's buying the swagger now, but he nods anyway, letting his arm fall free of Chanyeol's grip.
"Whatever you want," Zitao says, and wonders if it's just short guys that are allowed to boss him around.
Show Me Where Your Dick's At
EXO, Kai/Sehun, NC-17, 2000 words
Size kink. Lapslock, unfortunately. Originally posted at exopromptmeme. Title from one of Ke$ha's classics.
jongin is in the bathroom when sehun pushes through the door. "hey!" he protests. sehun ignores him because privacy should've stopped being an issue between them a long time ago and his mouth tastes like something is decomposing in there. sehun reaches for the toothpaste and ends up knocking a few bottles of skincare products to the floor, where they scatter across the tile.
sehun grumbles as he sinks into a squat. one of the bottles has rolled near the toilet and it's not like sehun means to look, but as it happens, when he reaches for the bottle, he ends up glancing up at jongin just in time to see him tucking his cock back into the front of his sleep pants. he flushes the toilet and sehun's hand is still frozen around the bottle of acne cream.
"yah," jongin says, turning around to face sehun, who is decidedly not staring at the front of jongin's pants even though he's eye level with his crotch. "what are you doing on the floor?"
"i dropped some stuff," sehun says, holding up the bottle for proof. he pushes past sehun to the sink. sehun continues to squat and ponder, even when jongin calls him weird and flings water droplets from his fingers at sehun's face on his way out of the room.
jongin has a small cock. sehun knows that not everyone is as gifted (or cursed, depending on the type of pants) as he is, but jongin is downright tiny. hard with morning wood and still only a few inches. probably smaller than baekhyun's or kyungsoo's, not that sehun tries to make too much of a habit of looking at other dude's dicks. there's only so many times you can look before someone starts to notice.
sehun stands at the mirror and tries not to think about it. keyword being try, because all he can imagine as he splashes cool water onto his face is getting on his knees in front of jongin and sucking the small head of his cock into his mouth, fitting it all in his throat until he'd get a faceful of pubes. he thinks about jongin's dick slipping from his mouth, rubbing spit and come across his cheek. would jongin come on his face or would he pussy out?
someone knocks on the door (kyungsoo, the only one who bothers knocking anymore) and it's enough to snap sehun out of it. jesus he was humping the fucking sink. "just a minute, hyung," he calls out. he splashes more cold water on his face, hoping that it will dispel the color in his cheeks, and then tucks his boner up under the waistband of his boxers to hide it.
"all yours."
for the next week, sehun spectacularly fails at mission: do not stare at jongin's dick. it's not his fault that jongin likes lounging around, legs spread, the near flat front of his pants on display. "laying on the floor makes my back feel better," jongin explains when sehun pretends to step on him, nudging the ball of his foot over jongin's hip.
"yeah, well i'm not bringing you dinner in here so you'd better get up," sehun says.
at the sound of food, jongin gets to his feet, surprisingly spry for someone just complaining about pain. sehun's eyes are immediately drawn to his crotch, watching for the slight swing of his dick as he moves. he's not wearing any underwear under his sweatpants. sehun could just reach out right now, cup a hand over his front and feel his flaccid cock. his hand twitches with repressed movement.
"are you coming?" jongin asks from the doorway, looking at sehun like he's an idiot. probably because he's just standing there practically drooling on himself like a fucking invalid.
you should come on my face, sehun thinks. "yeah," he says instead. "i'm right behind you."
jongin is hardly the most attentive of people, always focusing on new choreo or another group's routine or anything besides what's going on around him. so sehun knows that his staring must've been pretty obvious when jongin calls him out on it one day during a break in practice. it's not sehun's fault, it's the hint of a bulge in jongin's jeans, giving sehun all kins of crazy ideas about burying his face in jongin's crotch and never coming up for air.
"dude, can you please stop staring at my dick?" jongin snaps in the middle of a dance step. sehun had been watching him in the mirror practice the same thrusting move over and over, what was he supposed to do? not look? still, sehun feels the immediate burn of humiliation, the heavy gaze of the rest of the members looking at him. someone laughs.
and it's the heat in his face, the shame that makes sehun bite out, "well, it's not like there's much to look at."
someone snorts (probably baekhyun) and chanyeol outright guffaws. sehun isn't looking at them, though. he's looking at jongin's face. jongin's eyebrows draw in and sehun can't tell if he's mad or what. sehun hopes he didn't make jongin mad, but it's not like he's about to announce to the room that he likes, like, really likes the fact that jongin's cock is small.
"guys," joonmyun says, exasperated. "can we not talk about jongin's dick?"
chanyeol laughs again. a few minutes later, practice resumes and if jongin is bothered by the remark, he doesn't let on.
sehun catches jongin's arm on the way into his bedroom when they get home. "can we talk?"
joonmyun told him before they got out of the van to apologize to jongin, so he's given them the room to talk. sehun shuts the door behind him. "i'm sorry i insulted your manhood, that was very-"
"but you were staring, right?" jongin asks. he looks tired, vaguely irritable, but that's his normal state. "don't deny that."
sehun doesn't deny it. he just shrugs, noncommittally.
"why?"
they've never hidden things from each other. sehun knows jongin's password to his computer, the subject of the wet dream he had two months ago, all of his insecurities. sehun doesn't have it in him to make something up. "because it's hot," he ends up mumbling.
"what?"
"stop asking questions, god."
jongin takes a step forward. "so, you, what? find my dick hot?" sehun nods. "what do you want to do with it?"
sehun's mouth feels more dry than a nun's cunt. he might be shaking a little. "i want to suck it."
jongin is pulling off his knit cap, shucking his jacket. "is that all? i've seen the way you were looking at me, sehun. i know that's not it."
"it's too embarrassing, fuck," sehun says.
standing right in front of him, jongin pulls off his thin tank top, skinny boy abs blending into sharp hipbones, his pants pulled down criminally low. if he's hard, sehun can't tell, and it makes his mouth water. jongin smirks at him and sehun just blurts it out. "come on my face."
jongin's eyebrows shoot up. "what was that?"
"you fucking asshole," sehun says, shutting his eyes. "don't make me say it again."
he's not expecting jongin to touch him, but he does, just a gentle, steadying hand on his hip. sehun opens his eyes and jongin is smiling at him, full of affection. so sehun didn't fuck this up after all. "i'm flattered," jongin says, and leans in to kiss sehun.
jongin'd asked sehun once what it was like to kiss guys. were they different? "less soft," sehun had said, because the only guy he'd kissed was ten years his senior and had five o-clock shadow that scraped across sehun's face.
jongin isn't any less soft. his mouth is plush, his tongue smooth against sehun's. his bare skin where sehun's hands land is burning up. sehun lets his fingers slide around jongin's back until they're resting at the waistband of his briefs, then he slides them down to cup jongin's ass in his hands. even his ass is muscular, sehun thinks, annoyed, kneading the flesh in his hands.
abruptly, jongin pulls away. "we don't have all night," jongin says when sehun tries to follow his mouth. "come on, sehun, suck my dick."
with a hand nudging him down, sehun drops to his knees. sehun almost wishes that jongin was wearing jeans so he could take the time to undo the zipper, drag them slowly down jongin's thighs, but there's something to be said for the easy access of sweatpants. sehun rests his face against the front of jongin's underwear, rubbing his cheek over jongin's hard cock. from above him, jongin makes a breathy noise, not quite a moan yet.
sehun pulls jongin's briefs down to his ankles and takes his cock into his fist. the width of his fingers is almost enough to cover it entirely. "hey," jongin says, softly enough so that sehun looks up at him. "i thought i would be embarrassed about, you know, but-" jongin lets out a groan, covering his red face with his hand. "thanks, i guess."'
"you're such a girl," sehun says. in response, jongin thrusts his cock forward into sehun's hand, bumping against his cheek. sehun gets to work.
he licks teasingly over jongin's slit and down to his shaft, curling his tongue around to reach the underside of his cock. it's easy to slide his tongue along the entire length. when jongin's breathing hitches, sehun gives a final wet lick to the base of jongin's cock, then guides it into his mouth. he tightens his lips around the very tip of his cock, waiting to see if jongin will get the idea.
jongin does. he snaps his hips forward and his dick is thrust into sehun's mouth. any larger a cock and sehun would be sputtering, gasping for air, but inside the glide is easy. sehun doesn't have to worry about taking too much in. instead he can concentrate on swirling his tongue around jongin's length and keeping his lips tight, sucking on jongin's cock like it's his favorite treat, while his hands come up to fondle jongin's balls. jongin moans, deliberately quiet because they're in a dorm, with bandmates on either side of the wall from them, but sehun feels like they're the only two people in the world at the moment. everything has centered around jongin and sehun's desire to please him.
the harder sehun sucks, the more erratic jongin's thrusts get. his hands twist tangles into sehun's hair but he likes the steady thrum of pain amidst uneven thrusts. sehun's breathing in the scent of jongin's junk with his face pushed against jongin's pubes and there might be saliva running down sehun's chin, but his jaw isn't aching and sehun isn't hoping the blowjob will end soon like he has in the past. he could stay here all night on his knees.
they don't have all night, though, and jongin isn't going to last that long anyway. he taps meaningfully on sehun's head, asking urgently, "are you sure?" sehun garbles out an okay the best he can with his mouth full, and jongin moans at the vibration of his throat. sehun lets jongin's cock fall from his mouth and the next thrust is aimed at his cheek, sliding over the smooth skin once, twice before jongin is coming. he spurts out a thick mess of come, spread warm and sticky across sehun's face. sehun licks the moisture off of his lips and then leans in to lick the head of jongin's cock clean too.
sehun sits back on his heels. the come is rapidly drying on his face and sehun can feel it when he smiles. jongin is staring at him, wide-eyed, maybe a little amazed that he did that. sehun is hard in his jeans, cock throbbing as it brushes against the fabric when he stands. "i'll just go-" he says, motioning to the door. he hopes no one will be in the hallway, because that's an awkward conversation he's not ready to have before he's even gotten himself off.
jongin grabs onto his arm, waddling forward with his pants still around his ankles. "let me do you too, you freak."
sehun isn't going to argue with that.
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these were even less thought out than usual and also unbetaed so i apologize if anything reads totally wonky. and frankly i didn't even remember writing the second one until lucy reminded me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯