if he had hands to tremble all over.
pairing: kyungsoo/baekhyun
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 2k
warnings: d/s dynamics, spanking, rimming, graphic sexual content
summary: it's during a radio show one day that kyungsoo finds out baekhyun's thing for being dominated. and what else would he do but take advantage of that?
notes: semi-sequel/prequel to we're speaking in bodies. also a fill for this prompt at the exopromptmeme. i'm still bad at writing porn properly so i apologise in advance. orz. title from the glorious and amazing sufjan stevens - the man of metropolis steals our hearts.
It surprises him, how he never managed to notice before.
“Demonstrate,” asks the radio host jokingly, as they talk about Kyungsoo’s methods of punishing the misbehaving members at home, and Jongdae’s already snickering at Baekhyun’s poor fate, as Kyungsoo uses him as a prop.
He slides one arm around Baekhyun’s neck in a loose standing reverse chancery, and tugs his arm towards himself. Baekhyun makes all the predictable agonized sounds, as the radio host chuckles in amusement.
Kyungsoo’s just about to pull out of the headlock, when Baekhyun suddenly makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat that doesn’t sound pained, and Kyungsoo’s eyebrows furrow slightly, instead tightening his grip by the most minute of motions.
Baekhyun’s exhale is hard, and his fingers dig into Kyungsoo’s arm, but Kyungsoo can see the flush on Baekhyun’s skin, creeping up his neck, and he lets Baekhyun go with a wheeze before anyone thinks they’re getting a little too caught up in things.
Resuming their seats, Kyungsoo smiles at the radio host as she continues to ask questions, but he can’t help but let his eyes stray every once in a while, to where Baekhyun shifts uncomfortably in his seat for a few minutes, hands laid over his lap in an obvious attempt to hide his reaction to the situation.
Later, when they’re on the way out of the building and heading towards the car, Kyungsoo sidles up by Baekhyun and murmurs, “Trousers a little too tight, today?”
Baekhyun scowls, but the flush from before is creeping up again, and Kyungsoo knows what it means, yes he does.
And if he’s not going to turn this to his advantage, then when else will he?
He manages to coerce Jongin into leaving him their room for a few hours, with the promise of doing all his chores for the day, and corners Baekhyun after practice, locking the door behind them.
Baekhyun’s eyes blink owlishly at him, but his hands have the slightest tremble. “Yes, Kyungsoo?”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” Kyungsoo takes a step forward; Baekhyun stumbles back. “After today?”
“Nothing happened today,” says Baekhyun crossly, and he makes to leave, but Kyungsoo’s faster than he is, and shoots a hand out to clasp his wrist tight. Baekhyun hisses when Kyungsoo jerks him back over, but his breathing is getting harder, and he doesn’t pull away.
Kyungsoo’s lips quirk into a crooked smile. “Then, what’s this?”
“Nothing,” restates Baekhyun, eyes narrowing. “You saw wrongly.”
“Did I,” says Kyungsoo, and his voice rumbles low through the empty room, and Baekhyun shivers visibly, still making no move to pull his arm away from Kyungsoo’s tight grasp. “Are you scared, perhaps?”
“Scared of what,” snaps Baekhyun, but he lets out a shaky gasp when Kyungsoo pulls his hand up to close his teeth over Baekhyun’s fingers, and Baekhyun’s façade is breaking, he can see it, as Kyungsoo swirls his tongue over the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers slowly, gaze still locked firmly with Baekhyun’s. “Shit, Kyungsoo, what are you-“
“Quiet.” It’s not an observation, or a request. It’s an order, that slips past Kyungsoo’s lips with ease, and Baekhyun’s mouth opens and closes a few times, before he nods shakily, and bites the inside of his cheek. “Come here.”
Baekhyun approaches hesitantly, but there’s nothing hesitant about the way Kyungsoo cards his fingers through Baekhyun’s hair, tugging roughly as Kyungsoo presses their lips together in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, hot and messy and stomach-churning. Baekhyun whines softly in the back of his throat, not wanting to give in to Kyungsoo fully, but then Kyungsoo twists his fingers in Baekhyun’s hair hard, and Baekhyun stutters out a choked gasp into Kyungsoo’s mouth, allowing Kyungsoo to press his tongue further in, licking into the roof of Baekhyun’s mouth.
“Now,” says Kyungsoo, and a few seconds go to taking in the sight of Baekhyun, breathing harsh, hair unkempt, eyes dark and mouth wet, “clothes off.”
He pulls away to let Baekhyun shrug his t-shirt off, and chuck his trousers to the side, but Kyungsoo has to motion for his underwear to come off too, and by the end of it, Baekhyun is standing in the middle of the room completely naked, arms around himself.
“Lie down.”
Baekhyun obeys without further opposition, and sprawls himself out on Kyungsoo’s bed, curling his fingers into the white sheets, watching as Kyungsoo crawls over him and straddles his thighs. “You’re pretty when you don’t speak,” observes Kyungsoo, and he thumbs over Baekhyun’s mouth, a glistening red from the rough kissing earlier. “So soft.”
He skirts his palms down Baekhyun’s body lightly, nails scraping downwards, and he circles his fingertips over the dusky trail of hair that skims up to his belly-button, noting the hitch in Baekhyun’s breathing when he bends down to scrape his teeth over Baekhyun’s clavicle, just the slightest bit.
There’s truly something about being in total control of the situation, thinks Kyungsoo, as he grabs Baekhyun’s wrists and pins them above Baekhyun’s head. It’s heady, it’s thrilling, he feels, as he leans his weight against Baekhyun and watches the dark look in Baekhyun’s eyes darken further.
Fingers curl and uncurl, trembling and craving motion. "Please," exhales Baekhyun, and he looks absolutely gorgeous like this, tense and pleading and desperate, and Kyungsoo hasn't so much as touched him yet. "Kyungsoo, please."
"So needy," murmurs Kyungsoo, and his voice drops an octave lower, "makes me want to slap you around a little."
And oh, that's intriguing. He's not mistaking the look in Baekhyun's eyes; he wants it, wants to be spanked, wants a little bit of that pain.
"Say it, then," he breathes, gripping Baekhyun's chin tight with one hand. "You want it, don't you? You want me to press bruises into your skin, you want me to smack you so hard you're crying, you want me to be rough with you, don't you?"
"Yes," whispers Baekhyun, and he's practically whining by now, "yes, oh god, yes, Kyungsoo, please, I want it."
Kyungsoo smiles. "Good boy. Turn over, and get on your knees."
Baekhyun’s expression fumbles for a second, but he does as Kyungsoo says anyway, and Kyungsoo marvels at the expanse of skin that is Baekhyun’s body, lean and slim and gorgeous, before rubbing his hands together in a drawn-out motion, warming up his palms.
When his hand makes solid contact with Baekhyun’s ass, a tight sound resounding through the air, Baekhyun exhales sharply, a soft whine escaping his throat, and Kyungsoo grips the soft flesh, watching it turn a light pink, and he repeats the motion, cupping his hand to land a harder blow, and this time Baekhyun makes an audible cry, spine arching slightly as the sting spreads, ebbing along with the sharp pang of pleasure.
“Did that hurt?” asks Kyungsoo softly, and he does it again, revelling in the way Baekhyun arches and writhes, gritting his teeth. “Harder?”
“Yeah,” chokes out Baekhyun, head lolling slightly, voice cracking, “please, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo shifts his hand to the other cheek, and smacks Baekhyun even harder than before, a mark of red coming into view as Baekhyun lets out a strangled moan. His cock is already hard from the spanking, and Kyungsoo goes on, losing count of how many spanks he’s landed to Baekhyun’s ass, until Baekhyun is sobbing, begging Kyungsoo for more, more.
“You’re such a good boy,” whispers Kyungsoo, reaching his hand around Baekhyun’s waist, and he palms Baekhyun’s cock, to immediate result. Baekhyun’s hips rock downwards into his grip, and Baekhyun whines softly, but Kyungsoo pulls away, and reaches under the mattress for the lube that he keeps there, sitting back on his haunches to slick up his fingers slowly, enjoying the way Baekhyun squirms impatiently as he waits for Kyungsoo.
A finger presses against Baekhyun’s entrance, circling the rim a few times before pressing in, and Baekhyun takes a deep inhale as Kyungsoo crooks his finger experimentally, only thrusting in and out a few times before adding a second finger, and it’s not long before Kyungsoo’s got three fingers in, and just this is already reducing Baekhyun to a trembling mess, whispering, “Fuck, please, oh god, yes,” and when Kyungsoo removes his fingers entirely, Baekhyun makes a despairing sound in the back of his throat, until he feels something wet press up against where Kyungsoo’s fingers previously were.
“Fuck,” breathes Baekhyun, almost unable to hold still, as Kyungsoo’s fingers grip his ass-cheeks apart, and his tongue darts into Baekhyun’s entrance, curling and licking around the rim, and Baekhyun chokes out a groan when Kyungsoo breathes, and a rush of hot air surges against skin. “Kyungsoo, come on, please.”
The warmth disappears, and a hand reaches up to tug at Baekhyun’s hair, making him hiss. “Beg for it.”
Kyungsoo’s slick fingertips skim down Baekhyun’s spine, and there’s a hard breath before Baekhyun says, “Please, Kyungsoo, fuck me.”
“Is that all?” murmurs Kyungsoo, not even moving to take his clothes off unless he’s satisfied with Baekhyun’s answer.
“Christ, please,” chokes out Baekhyun, “I want it so bad, please fuck me, Kyungsoo, I want you to fuck me hard.”
Kyungsoo sits back and sheds his clothes unceremoniously, jerking himself off a few times to complete hardness before getting up to press his cock against Baekhyun’s ass. Baekhyun whines, and rolls his hips back against Kyungsoo, obviously too impatient to wait any longer, and Kyungsoo wants to drag the moment out longer, let Baekhyun writhe and wail, but he’s getting impatient too, and so, he fulfills his promise of being as rough as he wants to with Baekhyun, bracing his hands against Baekhyun’s waist and pushing in as much as he can with one thrust.
Baekhyun utters a guttural moan, head falling back as Kyungsoo thrusts in again, this time sinking in almost completely, and he’s so tight, so tight that the heat envelops Kyungsoo’s dick in the most delicious way, and Baekhyun’s sobbing, trembling and sobbing and falling to pieces as Kyungsoo pulls out and slams back into him, rolling his hips as he enters Baekhyun all the way.
“Oh god,” says Baekhyun brokenly, and tears are welling up in the corners of his eyes, and the pain mixes with the gratification that comes with Kyungsoo’s even thrusts, and steady rolls, and the slap of skin against skin. Kyungsoo’s fingers are tight in Baekhyun’s hips, bruising to the point where he knows Baekhyun’s going to have a hard time wearing anything tight tomorrow, but he doesn’t care at this point; he’s too far gone to think of trifle things like that.
The sounds falling from Baekhyun’s lips increase in volume as Kyungsoo’s thrusts become more erratic, losing control over a surge of liquid heat that grows from the base of his spine outwards, and Kyungsoo’s close, so close, and he comes with a cry of Baekhyun’s name, and that one last propelled push sends Baekhyun over the edge as well.
Baekhyun’s limbs finally give out on him, and he collapses forward with a loud breath, and Kyungsoo falls into the space beside him, feeling blissed out and completely sated. Baekhyun rolls over and he’s sticky and sweat-covered from head to toe, but he leans into Kyungsoo’s shoulder and noses at his jaw lightly. “Someone’s gotta bring me to practice tomorrow in a wheelchair,” croaks Baekhyun hoarsely, and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” Balancing himself on his side, he angles his face to kiss Baekhyun a last time. “You were so good,” he breathes, and he thinks to himself, he might just get used to the gorgeous, sleepy look on Baekhyun’s face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no,” whispers Baekhyun, and he stretches lightly. “Nothing that I didn’t want.”
“Okay,” says Kyungsoo. “Do you ever want to-“
“Do this again?” Baekhyun smiles, a wicked little grin. “Fuck yes.”
Kyungsoo can feel his own lips curving to match it.
meep i need to brush up on my pr0n skills.
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 2k
warnings: d/s dynamics, spanking, rimming, graphic sexual content
summary: it's during a radio show one day that kyungsoo finds out baekhyun's thing for being dominated. and what else would he do but take advantage of that?
notes: semi-sequel/prequel to we're speaking in bodies. also a fill for this prompt at the exopromptmeme. i'm still bad at writing porn properly so i apologise in advance. orz. title from the glorious and amazing sufjan stevens - the man of metropolis steals our hearts.
It surprises him, how he never managed to notice before.
“Demonstrate,” asks the radio host jokingly, as they talk about Kyungsoo’s methods of punishing the misbehaving members at home, and Jongdae’s already snickering at Baekhyun’s poor fate, as Kyungsoo uses him as a prop.
He slides one arm around Baekhyun’s neck in a loose standing reverse chancery, and tugs his arm towards himself. Baekhyun makes all the predictable agonized sounds, as the radio host chuckles in amusement.
Kyungsoo’s just about to pull out of the headlock, when Baekhyun suddenly makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat that doesn’t sound pained, and Kyungsoo’s eyebrows furrow slightly, instead tightening his grip by the most minute of motions.
Baekhyun’s exhale is hard, and his fingers dig into Kyungsoo’s arm, but Kyungsoo can see the flush on Baekhyun’s skin, creeping up his neck, and he lets Baekhyun go with a wheeze before anyone thinks they’re getting a little too caught up in things.
Resuming their seats, Kyungsoo smiles at the radio host as she continues to ask questions, but he can’t help but let his eyes stray every once in a while, to where Baekhyun shifts uncomfortably in his seat for a few minutes, hands laid over his lap in an obvious attempt to hide his reaction to the situation.
Later, when they’re on the way out of the building and heading towards the car, Kyungsoo sidles up by Baekhyun and murmurs, “Trousers a little too tight, today?”
Baekhyun scowls, but the flush from before is creeping up again, and Kyungsoo knows what it means, yes he does.
And if he’s not going to turn this to his advantage, then when else will he?
He manages to coerce Jongin into leaving him their room for a few hours, with the promise of doing all his chores for the day, and corners Baekhyun after practice, locking the door behind them.
Baekhyun’s eyes blink owlishly at him, but his hands have the slightest tremble. “Yes, Kyungsoo?”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” Kyungsoo takes a step forward; Baekhyun stumbles back. “After today?”
“Nothing happened today,” says Baekhyun crossly, and he makes to leave, but Kyungsoo’s faster than he is, and shoots a hand out to clasp his wrist tight. Baekhyun hisses when Kyungsoo jerks him back over, but his breathing is getting harder, and he doesn’t pull away.
Kyungsoo’s lips quirk into a crooked smile. “Then, what’s this?”
“Nothing,” restates Baekhyun, eyes narrowing. “You saw wrongly.”
“Did I,” says Kyungsoo, and his voice rumbles low through the empty room, and Baekhyun shivers visibly, still making no move to pull his arm away from Kyungsoo’s tight grasp. “Are you scared, perhaps?”
“Scared of what,” snaps Baekhyun, but he lets out a shaky gasp when Kyungsoo pulls his hand up to close his teeth over Baekhyun’s fingers, and Baekhyun’s façade is breaking, he can see it, as Kyungsoo swirls his tongue over the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers slowly, gaze still locked firmly with Baekhyun’s. “Shit, Kyungsoo, what are you-“
“Quiet.” It’s not an observation, or a request. It’s an order, that slips past Kyungsoo’s lips with ease, and Baekhyun’s mouth opens and closes a few times, before he nods shakily, and bites the inside of his cheek. “Come here.”
Baekhyun approaches hesitantly, but there’s nothing hesitant about the way Kyungsoo cards his fingers through Baekhyun’s hair, tugging roughly as Kyungsoo presses their lips together in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, hot and messy and stomach-churning. Baekhyun whines softly in the back of his throat, not wanting to give in to Kyungsoo fully, but then Kyungsoo twists his fingers in Baekhyun’s hair hard, and Baekhyun stutters out a choked gasp into Kyungsoo’s mouth, allowing Kyungsoo to press his tongue further in, licking into the roof of Baekhyun’s mouth.
“Now,” says Kyungsoo, and a few seconds go to taking in the sight of Baekhyun, breathing harsh, hair unkempt, eyes dark and mouth wet, “clothes off.”
He pulls away to let Baekhyun shrug his t-shirt off, and chuck his trousers to the side, but Kyungsoo has to motion for his underwear to come off too, and by the end of it, Baekhyun is standing in the middle of the room completely naked, arms around himself.
“Lie down.”
Baekhyun obeys without further opposition, and sprawls himself out on Kyungsoo’s bed, curling his fingers into the white sheets, watching as Kyungsoo crawls over him and straddles his thighs. “You’re pretty when you don’t speak,” observes Kyungsoo, and he thumbs over Baekhyun’s mouth, a glistening red from the rough kissing earlier. “So soft.”
He skirts his palms down Baekhyun’s body lightly, nails scraping downwards, and he circles his fingertips over the dusky trail of hair that skims up to his belly-button, noting the hitch in Baekhyun’s breathing when he bends down to scrape his teeth over Baekhyun’s clavicle, just the slightest bit.
There’s truly something about being in total control of the situation, thinks Kyungsoo, as he grabs Baekhyun’s wrists and pins them above Baekhyun’s head. It’s heady, it’s thrilling, he feels, as he leans his weight against Baekhyun and watches the dark look in Baekhyun’s eyes darken further.
Fingers curl and uncurl, trembling and craving motion. "Please," exhales Baekhyun, and he looks absolutely gorgeous like this, tense and pleading and desperate, and Kyungsoo hasn't so much as touched him yet. "Kyungsoo, please."
"So needy," murmurs Kyungsoo, and his voice drops an octave lower, "makes me want to slap you around a little."
And oh, that's intriguing. He's not mistaking the look in Baekhyun's eyes; he wants it, wants to be spanked, wants a little bit of that pain.
"Say it, then," he breathes, gripping Baekhyun's chin tight with one hand. "You want it, don't you? You want me to press bruises into your skin, you want me to smack you so hard you're crying, you want me to be rough with you, don't you?"
"Yes," whispers Baekhyun, and he's practically whining by now, "yes, oh god, yes, Kyungsoo, please, I want it."
Kyungsoo smiles. "Good boy. Turn over, and get on your knees."
Baekhyun’s expression fumbles for a second, but he does as Kyungsoo says anyway, and Kyungsoo marvels at the expanse of skin that is Baekhyun’s body, lean and slim and gorgeous, before rubbing his hands together in a drawn-out motion, warming up his palms.
When his hand makes solid contact with Baekhyun’s ass, a tight sound resounding through the air, Baekhyun exhales sharply, a soft whine escaping his throat, and Kyungsoo grips the soft flesh, watching it turn a light pink, and he repeats the motion, cupping his hand to land a harder blow, and this time Baekhyun makes an audible cry, spine arching slightly as the sting spreads, ebbing along with the sharp pang of pleasure.
“Did that hurt?” asks Kyungsoo softly, and he does it again, revelling in the way Baekhyun arches and writhes, gritting his teeth. “Harder?”
“Yeah,” chokes out Baekhyun, head lolling slightly, voice cracking, “please, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo shifts his hand to the other cheek, and smacks Baekhyun even harder than before, a mark of red coming into view as Baekhyun lets out a strangled moan. His cock is already hard from the spanking, and Kyungsoo goes on, losing count of how many spanks he’s landed to Baekhyun’s ass, until Baekhyun is sobbing, begging Kyungsoo for more, more.
“You’re such a good boy,” whispers Kyungsoo, reaching his hand around Baekhyun’s waist, and he palms Baekhyun’s cock, to immediate result. Baekhyun’s hips rock downwards into his grip, and Baekhyun whines softly, but Kyungsoo pulls away, and reaches under the mattress for the lube that he keeps there, sitting back on his haunches to slick up his fingers slowly, enjoying the way Baekhyun squirms impatiently as he waits for Kyungsoo.
A finger presses against Baekhyun’s entrance, circling the rim a few times before pressing in, and Baekhyun takes a deep inhale as Kyungsoo crooks his finger experimentally, only thrusting in and out a few times before adding a second finger, and it’s not long before Kyungsoo’s got three fingers in, and just this is already reducing Baekhyun to a trembling mess, whispering, “Fuck, please, oh god, yes,” and when Kyungsoo removes his fingers entirely, Baekhyun makes a despairing sound in the back of his throat, until he feels something wet press up against where Kyungsoo’s fingers previously were.
“Fuck,” breathes Baekhyun, almost unable to hold still, as Kyungsoo’s fingers grip his ass-cheeks apart, and his tongue darts into Baekhyun’s entrance, curling and licking around the rim, and Baekhyun chokes out a groan when Kyungsoo breathes, and a rush of hot air surges against skin. “Kyungsoo, come on, please.”
The warmth disappears, and a hand reaches up to tug at Baekhyun’s hair, making him hiss. “Beg for it.”
Kyungsoo’s slick fingertips skim down Baekhyun’s spine, and there’s a hard breath before Baekhyun says, “Please, Kyungsoo, fuck me.”
“Is that all?” murmurs Kyungsoo, not even moving to take his clothes off unless he’s satisfied with Baekhyun’s answer.
“Christ, please,” chokes out Baekhyun, “I want it so bad, please fuck me, Kyungsoo, I want you to fuck me hard.”
Kyungsoo sits back and sheds his clothes unceremoniously, jerking himself off a few times to complete hardness before getting up to press his cock against Baekhyun’s ass. Baekhyun whines, and rolls his hips back against Kyungsoo, obviously too impatient to wait any longer, and Kyungsoo wants to drag the moment out longer, let Baekhyun writhe and wail, but he’s getting impatient too, and so, he fulfills his promise of being as rough as he wants to with Baekhyun, bracing his hands against Baekhyun’s waist and pushing in as much as he can with one thrust.
Baekhyun utters a guttural moan, head falling back as Kyungsoo thrusts in again, this time sinking in almost completely, and he’s so tight, so tight that the heat envelops Kyungsoo’s dick in the most delicious way, and Baekhyun’s sobbing, trembling and sobbing and falling to pieces as Kyungsoo pulls out and slams back into him, rolling his hips as he enters Baekhyun all the way.
“Oh god,” says Baekhyun brokenly, and tears are welling up in the corners of his eyes, and the pain mixes with the gratification that comes with Kyungsoo’s even thrusts, and steady rolls, and the slap of skin against skin. Kyungsoo’s fingers are tight in Baekhyun’s hips, bruising to the point where he knows Baekhyun’s going to have a hard time wearing anything tight tomorrow, but he doesn’t care at this point; he’s too far gone to think of trifle things like that.
The sounds falling from Baekhyun’s lips increase in volume as Kyungsoo’s thrusts become more erratic, losing control over a surge of liquid heat that grows from the base of his spine outwards, and Kyungsoo’s close, so close, and he comes with a cry of Baekhyun’s name, and that one last propelled push sends Baekhyun over the edge as well.
Baekhyun’s limbs finally give out on him, and he collapses forward with a loud breath, and Kyungsoo falls into the space beside him, feeling blissed out and completely sated. Baekhyun rolls over and he’s sticky and sweat-covered from head to toe, but he leans into Kyungsoo’s shoulder and noses at his jaw lightly. “Someone’s gotta bring me to practice tomorrow in a wheelchair,” croaks Baekhyun hoarsely, and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” Balancing himself on his side, he angles his face to kiss Baekhyun a last time. “You were so good,” he breathes, and he thinks to himself, he might just get used to the gorgeous, sleepy look on Baekhyun’s face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no,” whispers Baekhyun, and he stretches lightly. “Nothing that I didn’t want.”
“Okay,” says Kyungsoo. “Do you ever want to-“
“Do this again?” Baekhyun smiles, a wicked little grin. “Fuck yes.”
Kyungsoo can feel his own lips curving to match it.
meep i need to brush up on my pr0n skills.