games have rules
chingu line/leaning towards baekchen | R | pwp/crack/something idek
In which Baekhyun convinces everyone to play the silent circle jerk game.
how did i write this why did this happen oh my god nobody look at me. i blame this 100% on teddyescher
inspired by this prompt, but ot12 is too many so i shortened it to just chingu!line OTL
"Okay, here are the rules-"
"There are rules?"
"Of course there are! This is a game, and games have rules. So-"
"Isn't it just 'don't make noise' and you win? Why are we even doing this?! How did I let you talk me into-"
"Shut up and listen to me!"
Baekhyun smacked Jongdae's arm hard, shooting him an impatient glare and earning a screech in response. Frowning, Jongdae huffed and crossed his arms, committing to silence to listen to the other member list the rules of this stupid game - really how did he let them talk him into this? He glanced over at Chanyeol to his left, who was holding Kyungsoo in place after various attempts at an escape; apparently not playing wasn't an option, not with bossy Baekhyun in charge, at least.
"So, rules! Most important one is you can't make noise. No whining, no moaning, no pleading," Baekhyun glanced at Jongdae and gave him a toothy grin, waggling his eyebrows - to which Jongdae just scoffed and rolled his eyes - before he continued, "Not anything - or you lose."
"What happens if you lose?" It was Kyungsoo who asked, croaking it out from under Chanyeol's sturdy arms. Baekhyun said nothing, chewing thoughtfully on one of his fingernails a moment.
"To be decided by the winners?" Offered Chanyeol, and just the thought of being at the mercy of not only Chanyeol but Baekhyun and Chanyeol together brought with it a wave of dread, causing Jongdae's shoulders to sag and his mouth to turn up in distaste. Then again, having one of them at his mercy to do anything he wanted...
"Yeah, to be decided by winners." Baekhyun confirmed with a nod - and that was that because there was no arguing with bossy Byun.
"Yes, great, any other rules? You guys are taking too long!" He whined, bobbing up and down impatiently, and quickly realized it probably wasn't such a bright idea when he saw the wicked smirk crawl across Baekhyun's lips.
"Excited, eh?" He murmured, and that smile was absolutely dreadful.
"Byun Baekhyun I swear to God-"
"Okay, okay! No putting anything in your mouth to muffle noise - like fingers or your shirt or something, uh..."
"No hurting the other person!" Chanyeol added helpfully, and then Baekhyun made a face at him - was he pouting? - to which Chanyeol quickly clarified, "Unless they're into it, obviously!"
Jongdae gaped a minute, but didn't have time to say anything because their ring leader was hurrying along without a second thought.
"And you can touch any body part, just no using your mouth or tongue for anything. Everybody got it? Kyungsoo-ah, you ready?"
"I hate you."
"Excellent, let's go!"
Fifteen minutes later they were sprawled across Chanyeol's bedroom floor in various states of undress, their bellies filled with alcohol - one shot each for him and Baekhyun, two and a half for Chanyeol, who was big enough to need a little more for a buzz, and three for Kyungsoo to leave him docile enough to actually play.
Jongdae was lazing with his back pressed against the side of the bed, watching Chanyeol, shirtless but still wearing his jeans, laughing hysterically as he pawed at a very grumpy looking Kyungsoo's shoulder, who was seated in a chair with his pants pooled around his ankles but still sporting a white t-shirt. Baekhyun, laying across the floor in only his boxers with his head in Jongdae's lap, lifted up a foot and nudged it into Chanyeol's crotch, laughing devilishly himself when it startled the tallest of the four and knocked him off balance.
"Alright, time to play!" He announced cheerily, and Jongdae had nearly forgotten what it was they were doing until he felt feather light touches up his thigh. Glancing down, he saw Baekhyun had flipped onto his side and was smirking up at him, one arm propping him up while the other ghosted up his leg. Jongdae swallowed hard.
"I claimed my victim, you all claim yours."
There was a frantic scramble for dick.
They were pre-cautionary and strategic choices, really. Everybody knew Baekhyun would never play fair, so Jongdae was already screwed in having been stuck with him, but Baekhyun was also the noisiest (Jongdae was, admittedly, a close second), and Chanyeol had nose dived from his standing position to latch onto the singer's legs, dramatically claiming his best friend. Kyungsoo had actually fallen from his chair when he tried to move, tripping over his pants which he must have forgotten were still pooled around his ankles, and gracelessly landed closest to Chanyeol, and so unceremoniously draped an arm over the other's knees to mark his spot. Jongdae was left with the stoic Kyungsoo, then, the most composed and the quietest of the four, and surely the hardest to crack. He just hoped the extra shot of vodka teasing Kyungsoo into sedation would work in his favor.
Easily distracted, he and Chanyeol watched and laughed as Kyungsoo flopped around the floor, trying to find purchase in their mess of limbs and shucked clothing, grumbling all the while, until his own attention was suddenly drawn back down when there was a weight laid over his thighs. His eyes widened when he saw a very determined Baekhyun with a very open mouth ghosting over his crotch, his chest splayed across Jongdae's legs heavily.
"But y-you said no using your mouth!" He wailed, stiffening as Baekhyun paused and looked up, meeting his gaze for only a brief moment before that familiar wicked smile crossed his lips.
"I'm not! I'm just... helping your imagination - never said anything about that. God, Jongdae, do you even listen to me?"
"We haven't even started!"
"Game starts now, may Kim Jongdae lose!" He called loudly, and in one swift motion shifted to grope Jongdae's crotch roughly, causing a stutter in his victim's breathing. Swallowing hard, Jongdae shot him a scowl, but found the expression hard to keep when slender fingers began to palm his hardening dick, the image of Baekhyun's pretty mouth open and inviting causing his head to go a little fuzzy.
He still had his clothes on, having only shrugged off his jacket and being left in a tank top and jeans, but Baekhyun was determined to make quick work of that, and impatiently began fiddling with the zipper of his pants. Jongdae watched helplessly, but when there was a sudden pause in the other's movements, his brow furrowed (a little disappointed - but he'd never admit that aloud); Baekhyun's eyes had closed tight for just a second, hands tense, before he shook his head with a huff and resumed his previous work busily. Curious, Jondae followed the length of Baekhyun's body sprawled across the floor, only to find a cheeky looking Chanyeol hovering above him on all fours, caging the smaller one's body in between his limbs, all the while a calloused hand skirting up and down the front of silk boxers.
Baekhyun, stubborn and a cheater as always, pressed his hips into the wood floor in an attempt to disrupt Chanyeol's ministrations, but all the rapper did was smile wider and adjust his position, leaning back on his calves and slipping an arm underneath the smaller boy's waist to tug his body up. He let his free hand slide inside the silk boxers and grab Baekhyun's dick without so much as a pause or a stutter, and he stroked lazily. Jongdae felt nails dig into his thigh, and then hot puffs of breath over his own boxers, and his attention was returned to his own body. Baekhyun was leaning dangerously close to his half-hard cock (just from watching Chanyeol's doings and from a few flickers of imagination, embarrassingly), and when their gazes met, Baekhyun ran his tongue suggestively along his bottom lip, winking.
Byun Baekhyun was nothing short of a devil, and Jongdae had to bite his lip to keep himself from going on a whiny tangent about how unfair this was because you know I have a thing for oral god damn it Baekhyun I'm going to kill you.
It was only then that he remembered he also had a job to do.
Kyungsoo was still flopped on the floor, but now he had settled with the back of his head resting on Baekhyun's calf, hands stretched up as he clumsily fought with the hem of Chanyeol's jeans. The youngest of the four was frowning heavily now, seemingly having trouble dealing with the buttons and the zipper, much more so with shaky fingers from the alcohol and the fidgeting of twitching legs and persistent hands around him. Jongdae's gaze traveled nervously to his friend's lower body, and he felt a flush crawl up his neck when he saw that Kyungsoo was already getting hard, despite the neglect. Much to his dismay, however, he quickly realized he could not reach his assigned dick from where he was, and he really didn't feel like moving right now with Baekhyun's curious fingers sliding inside his boxers and tracing a bit too teasingly up and down his length and there was definitely a hand moving down lower to tickle his-
He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and carefully began to adjust his position, laying down on his side and scooting his way across the floor until Kyungsoo was in reach. Why a dick was suddenly so incredibly daunting was beyond him, but he had to stare at the bulge in his friend's briefs for a little too long before he was startled by a slap against his thigh, and swung his head around to glare at - of course - none other than Baekhyun. The wily senior raised a brow in challenge, gesturing with his chin in Kyungsoo's direction. Huffing in annoyance, Jongdae returned his attention to the task ahead - or at least he tried to, but just as he raised a hand and reached out, his fingers instead shot towards his own mouth to stifle a sound that crept from the back of his throat, roused from a deliberately rough grip now stroking his dick where there had only been feathery teases before. Swinging his head around again, he glared daggers in Baekhyun's direction, who was grinning evilly, just as he noticed the placement of Jongdae's fingers. Baekhyun glanced from eyes to fingers and back again, and shook his head slowly, knowingly, still smiling, all white canines and tongue and arrogance. Stiffly, Jongdae pulled his fingers from between his teeth, squinting in Baekhyun's direction all the while, and he reached over and clumsily grabbed onto Kyungsoo's cock, feeling the other falter slightly at the action. He did not break Baekhyun's gaze as he began to stroke Kyungsoo fast and with a tight grip.
Jongdae held the stare stubbornly, through Baekhyun thumbing the slit of his cock, through fingers tracing shapeless patterns along the inside of his thigh, through a gentle touch kneading his balls - he refused to look away, to crumble, and surprisingly, it was Baekhyun who broke their staring match first.
It was in the midst of a show, Baekhyun tonguing at his own bottom lip suggestively with nothing short of a whorish expression, when suddenly his eyes slammed shut and his breathing hitched, entire body tensing much to Jongdae's confusion (he kept forgetting the other two were even in the room, that it wasn't just a private performance he was being given). Baekhyun took a few breaths, eyes still screwed shut, only for his head to loll against Jongdae's leg as he, lips wide and wet, mouthed wordlessly against the other's thigh and squirmed. His own mouth agape, Jongdae glanced over in confusion, tearing his gaze away from Baekhyun's crumbling expression, only to find Chanyeol raking nails down the smaller boy's back, carving angry red lines into his pale skin.
And Baekhyun had become an absolute mess because of it.
Every time broad fingers would dig into the knobs at the top of his spine and claw their way down his back, Baekhyun arched into the touch, his breathing going ragged and his shoulders trembling. All Jongdae could do was stare, wide eyed and jaw hung open, feeling heat crawling up his neck and pooling in the pit of his stomach faster than he could react to.
Then Baekhyun's quivering hand resumed stroking Jongdae's cock, rough and messy and too fast but he didn't care and he rutted into the movement - Kyungsoo, their game, everything forgotten - and all at once his breaths were coming in harsh bursts and his body was aching with strain as every muscle tensed and he was still staring at the open mouth that was leaving a damp spot on his jeans and then Baekhyun looked at him - eyes hooded and foggy and wanton - and a strangled moan was tugged from his throat as Jongdae came, vision whitening and head lolling back, images of Baekhyun's body coiling and uncoiling, of his pretty fingers around his cock, of his tongue teasing the corners of his mouth, of the lusty look in his eyes all flooding inside Jongdae's head at once.
It took a few seconds for him to gather himself, boneless and panting, but when he managed to sit up and glance around, he saw that everybody had stopped with the sudden noise, startled, and as Jongdae blinked owlishly at everyone, they came to life with an urgency.
Ropes of white were smeared across Baekhyun's cheek and jaw, but that seemed the least of his worries as he clumsily brought up the front of his body on his elbows. "Finally! Oh my fucking God, Chanyeol do that harder and stop teasing my dick or I will shave you in your sleep-" he barked impatiently, only to interrupt his own tangent with a long, drawn out moan as Chanyeol did exactly that, laughing while he drove his nails into his best friend's back harder and pumped his cock faster, ever good natured.
"Jongdae, you lazy fucker!"
It was Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo.
Whoops...
"You can go makeout with Baekhyun later, just will you finish this-"
Jongdae spared a swift glance in the direction of what was now a very volatile looking Kyungsoo, shuffling towards him on his knees and swaying left and right as he did, movements sluggish from the alcohol sloshing in his veins and the arousal fogging his mind. Jongdae opened his mouth to reply, ready to whine how no it really wasn't his fault that your hard on is now half deflated and bobbing comically while you penguin march in my direction and really you should blame Baekhyun this is all his fault everything is totally his fault direct your fury at him and pleading don't hurt me please when a shameless moan sounded from the other side of the room - and Jongdae couldn't help but cast a hesitant glance in its direction.
Baekhyun was writhing on the floor, nails still ripping down his spine, muttering something that sounded suspiciously similar to a bite me please. Jongdae stared helplessly, throat dry.
"Jongdae, damn it! I finished Chanyeol like five minutes ago! I deserve compensation-"
"I don't think he's listening, Kyungsoo-ah."
"Then you ought to leave that slut on the floor and come help me! Clearly I am more important - I didn't even want to play this stupid game, but no~"
"So, Jongdae," Baekhyun started casually, examining his nails with a feigned interest. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, still only in his boxers, leaning lazily against Chanyeol.
Jongdae looked up nervously from where he sat across the room, fidgeting a minute with his hands before he finally cleared his throat, "Yeah..?"
"You lost," Baekhyun stated flatly, curling his fingers into a fist and looking over them at Jongdae, before grinning that evil grin of his, "And you cheated."
"What?! No I-"
"Fingers in mouth," Baekhyun went on in a mocking tone, uncurling his own and slipping them between his teeth, mimicking Jongdae's actions from earlier. Jongdae felt himself flush and looked down to the ground, determined to ignore the motions of his senior teasing the digits between his lips - purposefully provocative, as usual.
"You'll need extra punishment!"
Jongdae's eyes widened and he sputtered a moment, looking up incredulously. Extra punishment? On top of having to do whatever it was that losing entitled?! Desperately he turned to Kyungsoo, pleading for assistance. Kyungsoo, however, was sitting back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest as he stared back grouchily, clearly unfazed by Jongdae's incoming doom - he was, apparently, still upset about having to finish himself off (Jongdae was busy and had been completely justified in his business! It was Baekhyun's fault anyway).
"What do you think we should do to him, Kyungsoo?"
"I hate you all."
"Ropes and heels? Fabulous idea!"
"What? Wait, no! He didn't even say-"
Byun Baekhyun was a devil.
is it bad im considering doing a sequel called ROPES & HEELS ? prolly omf bye
SEQUEL
In which Baekhyun convinces everyone to play the silent circle jerk game.
how did i write this why did this happen oh my god nobody look at me. i blame this 100% on teddyescher
inspired by this prompt, but ot12 is too many so i shortened it to just chingu!line OTL
"Okay, here are the rules-"
"There are rules?"
"Of course there are! This is a game, and games have rules. So-"
"Isn't it just 'don't make noise' and you win? Why are we even doing this?! How did I let you talk me into-"
"Shut up and listen to me!"
Baekhyun smacked Jongdae's arm hard, shooting him an impatient glare and earning a screech in response. Frowning, Jongdae huffed and crossed his arms, committing to silence to listen to the other member list the rules of this stupid game - really how did he let them talk him into this? He glanced over at Chanyeol to his left, who was holding Kyungsoo in place after various attempts at an escape; apparently not playing wasn't an option, not with bossy Baekhyun in charge, at least.
"So, rules! Most important one is you can't make noise. No whining, no moaning, no pleading," Baekhyun glanced at Jongdae and gave him a toothy grin, waggling his eyebrows - to which Jongdae just scoffed and rolled his eyes - before he continued, "Not anything - or you lose."
"What happens if you lose?" It was Kyungsoo who asked, croaking it out from under Chanyeol's sturdy arms. Baekhyun said nothing, chewing thoughtfully on one of his fingernails a moment.
"To be decided by the winners?" Offered Chanyeol, and just the thought of being at the mercy of not only Chanyeol but Baekhyun and Chanyeol together brought with it a wave of dread, causing Jongdae's shoulders to sag and his mouth to turn up in distaste. Then again, having one of them at his mercy to do anything he wanted...
"Yeah, to be decided by winners." Baekhyun confirmed with a nod - and that was that because there was no arguing with bossy Byun.
"Yes, great, any other rules? You guys are taking too long!" He whined, bobbing up and down impatiently, and quickly realized it probably wasn't such a bright idea when he saw the wicked smirk crawl across Baekhyun's lips.
"Excited, eh?" He murmured, and that smile was absolutely dreadful.
"Byun Baekhyun I swear to God-"
"Okay, okay! No putting anything in your mouth to muffle noise - like fingers or your shirt or something, uh..."
"No hurting the other person!" Chanyeol added helpfully, and then Baekhyun made a face at him - was he pouting? - to which Chanyeol quickly clarified, "Unless they're into it, obviously!"
Jongdae gaped a minute, but didn't have time to say anything because their ring leader was hurrying along without a second thought.
"And you can touch any body part, just no using your mouth or tongue for anything. Everybody got it? Kyungsoo-ah, you ready?"
"I hate you."
"Excellent, let's go!"
Fifteen minutes later they were sprawled across Chanyeol's bedroom floor in various states of undress, their bellies filled with alcohol - one shot each for him and Baekhyun, two and a half for Chanyeol, who was big enough to need a little more for a buzz, and three for Kyungsoo to leave him docile enough to actually play.
Jongdae was lazing with his back pressed against the side of the bed, watching Chanyeol, shirtless but still wearing his jeans, laughing hysterically as he pawed at a very grumpy looking Kyungsoo's shoulder, who was seated in a chair with his pants pooled around his ankles but still sporting a white t-shirt. Baekhyun, laying across the floor in only his boxers with his head in Jongdae's lap, lifted up a foot and nudged it into Chanyeol's crotch, laughing devilishly himself when it startled the tallest of the four and knocked him off balance.
"Alright, time to play!" He announced cheerily, and Jongdae had nearly forgotten what it was they were doing until he felt feather light touches up his thigh. Glancing down, he saw Baekhyun had flipped onto his side and was smirking up at him, one arm propping him up while the other ghosted up his leg. Jongdae swallowed hard.
"I claimed my victim, you all claim yours."
There was a frantic scramble for dick.
They were pre-cautionary and strategic choices, really. Everybody knew Baekhyun would never play fair, so Jongdae was already screwed in having been stuck with him, but Baekhyun was also the noisiest (Jongdae was, admittedly, a close second), and Chanyeol had nose dived from his standing position to latch onto the singer's legs, dramatically claiming his best friend. Kyungsoo had actually fallen from his chair when he tried to move, tripping over his pants which he must have forgotten were still pooled around his ankles, and gracelessly landed closest to Chanyeol, and so unceremoniously draped an arm over the other's knees to mark his spot. Jongdae was left with the stoic Kyungsoo, then, the most composed and the quietest of the four, and surely the hardest to crack. He just hoped the extra shot of vodka teasing Kyungsoo into sedation would work in his favor.
Easily distracted, he and Chanyeol watched and laughed as Kyungsoo flopped around the floor, trying to find purchase in their mess of limbs and shucked clothing, grumbling all the while, until his own attention was suddenly drawn back down when there was a weight laid over his thighs. His eyes widened when he saw a very determined Baekhyun with a very open mouth ghosting over his crotch, his chest splayed across Jongdae's legs heavily.
"But y-you said no using your mouth!" He wailed, stiffening as Baekhyun paused and looked up, meeting his gaze for only a brief moment before that familiar wicked smile crossed his lips.
"I'm not! I'm just... helping your imagination - never said anything about that. God, Jongdae, do you even listen to me?"
"We haven't even started!"
"Game starts now, may Kim Jongdae lose!" He called loudly, and in one swift motion shifted to grope Jongdae's crotch roughly, causing a stutter in his victim's breathing. Swallowing hard, Jongdae shot him a scowl, but found the expression hard to keep when slender fingers began to palm his hardening dick, the image of Baekhyun's pretty mouth open and inviting causing his head to go a little fuzzy.
He still had his clothes on, having only shrugged off his jacket and being left in a tank top and jeans, but Baekhyun was determined to make quick work of that, and impatiently began fiddling with the zipper of his pants. Jongdae watched helplessly, but when there was a sudden pause in the other's movements, his brow furrowed (a little disappointed - but he'd never admit that aloud); Baekhyun's eyes had closed tight for just a second, hands tense, before he shook his head with a huff and resumed his previous work busily. Curious, Jondae followed the length of Baekhyun's body sprawled across the floor, only to find a cheeky looking Chanyeol hovering above him on all fours, caging the smaller one's body in between his limbs, all the while a calloused hand skirting up and down the front of silk boxers.
Baekhyun, stubborn and a cheater as always, pressed his hips into the wood floor in an attempt to disrupt Chanyeol's ministrations, but all the rapper did was smile wider and adjust his position, leaning back on his calves and slipping an arm underneath the smaller boy's waist to tug his body up. He let his free hand slide inside the silk boxers and grab Baekhyun's dick without so much as a pause or a stutter, and he stroked lazily. Jongdae felt nails dig into his thigh, and then hot puffs of breath over his own boxers, and his attention was returned to his own body. Baekhyun was leaning dangerously close to his half-hard cock (just from watching Chanyeol's doings and from a few flickers of imagination, embarrassingly), and when their gazes met, Baekhyun ran his tongue suggestively along his bottom lip, winking.
Byun Baekhyun was nothing short of a devil, and Jongdae had to bite his lip to keep himself from going on a whiny tangent about how unfair this was because you know I have a thing for oral god damn it Baekhyun I'm going to kill you.
It was only then that he remembered he also had a job to do.
Kyungsoo was still flopped on the floor, but now he had settled with the back of his head resting on Baekhyun's calf, hands stretched up as he clumsily fought with the hem of Chanyeol's jeans. The youngest of the four was frowning heavily now, seemingly having trouble dealing with the buttons and the zipper, much more so with shaky fingers from the alcohol and the fidgeting of twitching legs and persistent hands around him. Jongdae's gaze traveled nervously to his friend's lower body, and he felt a flush crawl up his neck when he saw that Kyungsoo was already getting hard, despite the neglect. Much to his dismay, however, he quickly realized he could not reach his assigned dick from where he was, and he really didn't feel like moving right now with Baekhyun's curious fingers sliding inside his boxers and tracing a bit too teasingly up and down his length and there was definitely a hand moving down lower to tickle his-
He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and carefully began to adjust his position, laying down on his side and scooting his way across the floor until Kyungsoo was in reach. Why a dick was suddenly so incredibly daunting was beyond him, but he had to stare at the bulge in his friend's briefs for a little too long before he was startled by a slap against his thigh, and swung his head around to glare at - of course - none other than Baekhyun. The wily senior raised a brow in challenge, gesturing with his chin in Kyungsoo's direction. Huffing in annoyance, Jongdae returned his attention to the task ahead - or at least he tried to, but just as he raised a hand and reached out, his fingers instead shot towards his own mouth to stifle a sound that crept from the back of his throat, roused from a deliberately rough grip now stroking his dick where there had only been feathery teases before. Swinging his head around again, he glared daggers in Baekhyun's direction, who was grinning evilly, just as he noticed the placement of Jongdae's fingers. Baekhyun glanced from eyes to fingers and back again, and shook his head slowly, knowingly, still smiling, all white canines and tongue and arrogance. Stiffly, Jongdae pulled his fingers from between his teeth, squinting in Baekhyun's direction all the while, and he reached over and clumsily grabbed onto Kyungsoo's cock, feeling the other falter slightly at the action. He did not break Baekhyun's gaze as he began to stroke Kyungsoo fast and with a tight grip.
Jongdae held the stare stubbornly, through Baekhyun thumbing the slit of his cock, through fingers tracing shapeless patterns along the inside of his thigh, through a gentle touch kneading his balls - he refused to look away, to crumble, and surprisingly, it was Baekhyun who broke their staring match first.
It was in the midst of a show, Baekhyun tonguing at his own bottom lip suggestively with nothing short of a whorish expression, when suddenly his eyes slammed shut and his breathing hitched, entire body tensing much to Jongdae's confusion (he kept forgetting the other two were even in the room, that it wasn't just a private performance he was being given). Baekhyun took a few breaths, eyes still screwed shut, only for his head to loll against Jongdae's leg as he, lips wide and wet, mouthed wordlessly against the other's thigh and squirmed. His own mouth agape, Jongdae glanced over in confusion, tearing his gaze away from Baekhyun's crumbling expression, only to find Chanyeol raking nails down the smaller boy's back, carving angry red lines into his pale skin.
And Baekhyun had become an absolute mess because of it.
Every time broad fingers would dig into the knobs at the top of his spine and claw their way down his back, Baekhyun arched into the touch, his breathing going ragged and his shoulders trembling. All Jongdae could do was stare, wide eyed and jaw hung open, feeling heat crawling up his neck and pooling in the pit of his stomach faster than he could react to.
Then Baekhyun's quivering hand resumed stroking Jongdae's cock, rough and messy and too fast but he didn't care and he rutted into the movement - Kyungsoo, their game, everything forgotten - and all at once his breaths were coming in harsh bursts and his body was aching with strain as every muscle tensed and he was still staring at the open mouth that was leaving a damp spot on his jeans and then Baekhyun looked at him - eyes hooded and foggy and wanton - and a strangled moan was tugged from his throat as Jongdae came, vision whitening and head lolling back, images of Baekhyun's body coiling and uncoiling, of his pretty fingers around his cock, of his tongue teasing the corners of his mouth, of the lusty look in his eyes all flooding inside Jongdae's head at once.
It took a few seconds for him to gather himself, boneless and panting, but when he managed to sit up and glance around, he saw that everybody had stopped with the sudden noise, startled, and as Jongdae blinked owlishly at everyone, they came to life with an urgency.
Ropes of white were smeared across Baekhyun's cheek and jaw, but that seemed the least of his worries as he clumsily brought up the front of his body on his elbows. "Finally! Oh my fucking God, Chanyeol do that harder and stop teasing my dick or I will shave you in your sleep-" he barked impatiently, only to interrupt his own tangent with a long, drawn out moan as Chanyeol did exactly that, laughing while he drove his nails into his best friend's back harder and pumped his cock faster, ever good natured.
"Jongdae, you lazy fucker!"
It was Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo.
Whoops...
"You can go makeout with Baekhyun later, just will you finish this-"
Jongdae spared a swift glance in the direction of what was now a very volatile looking Kyungsoo, shuffling towards him on his knees and swaying left and right as he did, movements sluggish from the alcohol sloshing in his veins and the arousal fogging his mind. Jongdae opened his mouth to reply, ready to whine how no it really wasn't his fault that your hard on is now half deflated and bobbing comically while you penguin march in my direction and really you should blame Baekhyun this is all his fault everything is totally his fault direct your fury at him and pleading don't hurt me please when a shameless moan sounded from the other side of the room - and Jongdae couldn't help but cast a hesitant glance in its direction.
Baekhyun was writhing on the floor, nails still ripping down his spine, muttering something that sounded suspiciously similar to a bite me please. Jongdae stared helplessly, throat dry.
"Jongdae, damn it! I finished Chanyeol like five minutes ago! I deserve compensation-"
"I don't think he's listening, Kyungsoo-ah."
"Then you ought to leave that slut on the floor and come help me! Clearly I am more important - I didn't even want to play this stupid game, but no~"
"So, Jongdae," Baekhyun started casually, examining his nails with a feigned interest. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, still only in his boxers, leaning lazily against Chanyeol.
Jongdae looked up nervously from where he sat across the room, fidgeting a minute with his hands before he finally cleared his throat, "Yeah..?"
"You lost," Baekhyun stated flatly, curling his fingers into a fist and looking over them at Jongdae, before grinning that evil grin of his, "And you cheated."
"What?! No I-"
"Fingers in mouth," Baekhyun went on in a mocking tone, uncurling his own and slipping them between his teeth, mimicking Jongdae's actions from earlier. Jongdae felt himself flush and looked down to the ground, determined to ignore the motions of his senior teasing the digits between his lips - purposefully provocative, as usual.
"You'll need extra punishment!"
Jongdae's eyes widened and he sputtered a moment, looking up incredulously. Extra punishment? On top of having to do whatever it was that losing entitled?! Desperately he turned to Kyungsoo, pleading for assistance. Kyungsoo, however, was sitting back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest as he stared back grouchily, clearly unfazed by Jongdae's incoming doom - he was, apparently, still upset about having to finish himself off (Jongdae was busy and had been completely justified in his business! It was Baekhyun's fault anyway).
"What do you think we should do to him, Kyungsoo?"
"I hate you all."
"Ropes and heels? Fabulous idea!"
"What? Wait, no! He didn't even say-"
Byun Baekhyun was a devil.
is it bad im considering doing a sequel called ROPES & HEELS ? prolly omf bye
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