[Fic] I'll Let You Lick The Lollipop
Title: I'll Let You Lick The Lollipop
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Everyone (Exo)
Length: 8k
Author's Note: Written for a prompt over at exopromptmeme
Summary: Everyone wants a taste of Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo is in the shower the first time it happens. Usually he's either wedged in next to Tao or sandwiched between Chanyeol and Yifan, but not today. Sehun hadn't pouted his way to first for the shower after practice and Kyungsoo hadn't thought anything of it until Sehun darted into the bathroom with him. Technically, Sehun is last in line, but no one else is around and Sehun is smiling and Kyungsoo can't say no to his request.
He can't say no to this either.
Sehun is on his knees in front of Kyungsoo's cock, only he's not even hard and there's more confusion than arousal flittering around in his body right now. But then Sehun does this thing, the thing where he flips his bangs out of his face, narrows his eyes and licks his lips. It's the drag of his tongue over the swell of his pink lower lip that does it. Kyungsoo's belly churns with want and he doesn't protest or move away when Sehun wraps long fingers around his cock to pull and tug it into hardness.
It's a not so well kept secret that Sehun fucks around when he gets bored or horny, which happens frequently, but he's never gone after Kyungsoo before. This is all new, a foreign hand touching his dick, jerking and squeezing until his cock is standing proud, the tip an angry red. Kyungsoo can't keep his eyes off Sehun as he leans forward and drags his tongue slowly around the head teasingly. It's wet and hot and Kyungsoo groans, hips shifting forward a little so his cock pokes against closed lips. Sehun opens up, lets Kyungsoo fill his mouth with a hand still anchored around the base and the other now running down to grip his own erection.
Sehun takes his time, something that Kyungsoo loves and hates all at once. The slick glide of lips up and down his cock is the perfect way to unwind, let all the stress of rehearsals and vocal practices swirl down the drain. For the first time in too long, Kyungsoo's mind goes fuzzy and blank, completely focused on the tightening of Sehun's fingers as they pump and his tongue as he drags it over the slit of his cock. Kyungsoo's knees threaten to buckle and he steadies himself with a hand on the shelf and the other in Sehun's hair. He sees Sehun's fist working up and down on his own cock furiously, like he can't get off fast enough despite the slow pace he's using on Kyungsoo.
With hollowed cheeks and a loud moan, Sehun cums over the porcelain of the tub. The shocks of it are transferred to Kyungsoo, fingers so tight and mouth suctioned so hard it damn near rips Kyungsoo's orgasm from him. He cries out, unable to hold it in as his cum fills Sehun's mouth and slides sticky down his throat. Kyungsoo looks down to see Sehun swallowing, adam's apple bobbing as he licks the rest away with kittenish laps of his tongue and a hum of approval.
Sehun stands when he's done and Kyungsoo can't move from his position against the wall. A very happy maknae leans in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "You taste amazing, hyung."
Kyungsoo rides the high of his impromptu blowjob all the way until bedtime when he crashes in his soft blankets, face buried in his pillow. The room is quiet, peaceful and that should have been a sign that something is off, but he is too tired to care. Kyungsoo falls asleep with loose limbs and a satisfied sigh.
It's still dark outside when Kyungsoo's eyes open. He's awake because of an unfamiliar weight on top of him and he's confused, eyes blinking until they take in Luhan's face above his. "What?" he asks, voice raspy from sleep.
Luhan wriggles, hips slotted between Kyungsoo's and that sends a signal to his tired brain, blood pumping a little faster at the weight on his crotch. When Luhan leans down to speak in Kyungsoo's ear, it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Sehun told me how good you taste," he says softly, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Can I have some?"
Kyungsoo groans, nodding even if he's still slightly confused and mostly asleep. Luhan makes this pleased noise that's loud in the room before he shimmies himself down. Fingers hook on the waistband of Kyungsoo's pajama pants to tug them to his ankles and leave him bare. Luhan's hands are warm and the air in the room is cold, leaving Kyungsoo hissing when Luhan grips his cock. He's not hard, but Luhan takes him into his mouth anyway, humming and bobbing his head as the blood rushes south. His cock fills quickly and it isn't long before Luhan's upping the speed.
Luhan is definitely not Sehun. He's quick, movements sharp in contrast to the softness of his fingers caressing over anything left outside his mouth. Kyungsoo can't help lifting into it and Luhan wraps an arm around his hips, holding him up. Suddenly, the tip of his cock slams into the back of Luhan's throat. Luhan gasps, Kyungsoo moans and he doesn't even care if he wakes the entire dorm. The new angle is perfect and Kyungsoo ruts into Luhan's mouth as his jaw slackens, tongue licking what it can and the hand around the base of his cock falling to work over his balls.
Kyungsoo is getting louder and he barely makes out the pleased look on Luhan's face as he unravels. The fitted sheet on his mattress pulls off, snapping down and Kyungsoo blindly grabs for something else to hold on to. His hands find the poles on either side of his bed frame and his fingers grip against metal just as he cums. His hips jerk upward into the heat as Luhan sucks everything from him. His thighs are trembling and he's dizzy from lack of air, but there's a lazy smile that settles on his mouth.
"Tasty," Luhan says with a smack of his lips, kissing the sensitive tip of Kyungsoo's cock. "Thank you."
Luhan moves back to his own bed and Kyungsoo falls asleep to the sound of a slick fist working over a hard cock.
Kyungsoo nearly falls on his face in the morning, forgetting that his pajama pants are around his ankles from the night before. He blushes suddenly, eyes darting over to the two empty beds on the other side of the room. It seems Sehun and Luhan are already up, so he does the same, pulling his pants to settle around his hips before donning a shirt. His stomach is gurgling and his legs feel like jelly, so he shuffles into the kitchen where everyone is already digging in.
"Morning, hyung," Jongin chirps and Kyungsoo answers with a groan and his nose scrunched. He's heading right for the cereal, grabbing the last bowl left in the cabinet. By the time he gets settled at the table, milk almost sloshing over the side of his bowl, Kyungsoo is mostly awake.
"So I heard some crazy noises last night," Chanyeol says just as Kyungsoo takes his first bite. It nearly goes spraying across the table, but he manages to keep it down, trying not to grimace.
"Oh? What kind of noises?" Baekhyun's innocent tone doesn't fool Kyungsoo in the least.
"Oh you know, the usual: the walls settling, Tao getting up for water, Kyungsoo moaning like a banshee."
Kyungsoo's face turns red and he slouches in his seat, ignoring Baekhyun's delighted clapping. "So what had you so wound up?"
Luhan raises his hand and draws the attention of the entire table. "My fault. I wanted to taste him."
"And?" Chanyeol aks, clearly expecting some ridiculous answer.
"Delicious."
There's a collective silence that dares Kyungsoo to look up, which is a mistake because there are eleven heated stares directed solely at him. He gulps and drops his gaze again, hoping to finish his food in peace.
Kyungsoo thinks people have all but forgotten it a few days later because no one's made mention of it or thrown their mouths at his dick, so he thinks he's safe.
He's not.
Jongdae had conned him into going with him for extra vocal practice, bribing Kyungsoo with promises of ice cream. They've been in the small studio for an hour now, licking sticky sweet chocolate and strawberry off stained fingers as they sit on the piano bench. Neither of them know how to play, but they can do the scales enough to get the cracks out of their voices in preparation to sing. The room may be small and mostly unused, but the acoustics are perfect.
Kyungsoo plods a finger down hard on a key and Jongdae kicks the side of his calf for startling him. They fall into the easy laughter of being so used to each other's company that Kyungsoo doesn't see it coming at all. One moment he's inhaling to start actual practice and the next, all the air is forced from his lungs as his back collides with the piano bench. The wood is hard against his shoulder blades and he frowns up at Jongdae, only to be further confused when he lifts Kyungsoo's leg over so he's straddling the bench.
There's little in the way of teasing and Kyungsoo doesn't really need it when he sees the feral look on Jongdae's face, lips curling up in a smirk as he taps against the button on Kyungsoo's jeans. In all honesty, he should have figured this out way earlier, but is getting blown randomly by your bandmates such a terrible a thing? One small nod and Jongdae is tugging Kyungsoo's jeans and underwear down just enough to get at his cock.
Jongdae's fingers might not be long or particularly soft, but they stroke over him in patterns of quick and slow, dragging it out when he sees Kyungsoo starting to thrust into his grip. Kyungsoo has the most amazing view of Jongdae's ass high in the air when he bends to take the head of his cock into his mouth. It wiggles as Jongdae tries to get into a comfortable position while keeping Kyungsoo's cock between his lips. A hand presses on the flat of Kyungsoo's stomach just above his cock, keeping his hips from bucking up. It makes him whine, uncaring of how loud he is simply because this room is soundproof.
Teeth graze down his cock after Jongdae's gotten him hard and throbbing. It sends a jolt straight up his dick to pool in his stomach and tighten his balls. Jongdae snickers around Kyungsoo's length and Kyungsoo thrusts upward just to hear him gag. The teasing stops, Jongdae bobbing his head so fast it makes Kyungsoo's toes curl inside his designer sneakers. His hand reaches for something to grab and hits the piano instead, the harsh sound making Jongdae jump.
Kyungsoo is the one chuckling this time, only to choke on it when Jongdae buries his face in his pubes and hollows his cheeks. The drag of lips back up to the tip of his dick is agonizingly slow, turning Kyungsoo's small whines into one long desperate moan. "Jongdae, please," he begs and it seems to do the trick because Jongdae is smiling and increasing his speed again.
Kyungsoo's too worked up to last much longer and he cums with a broken moan that echoes, Jongdae making sure to keep it all in his mouth before swallowing. When Kyungsoo's vision clears and his breathing calms, Jongdae's already got his pants up and rebuttoned. "I think that's enough warm-up," Jongdae declares and Kyungsoo doesn't have the energy to hit him.
Quiet time comes so seldom that Kyungsoo makes his own, stays up past when he should be in bed so he can sink into the cushions of the couch without everyone else around. The soft light of a table lamp is all Kyungsoo needs as he slouches, rubs his tired eyes and stares blankly at the television. It's not on, but he orients on it merely out of habit.
"Hyung?"
Kyungsoo startles a little before turning to see Jongin standing at the doorway. He gives him a smile and holds out an arm. Jongin immediately takes up residence at Kyungsoo's side, head falling on his shoulder as per usual. At least this hasn't changed. Jongin is all warm and he smells clean which is nice considering most of the time Kyungsoo ends up dealing with the stench of sweat. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks Jongin, voice almost at a whisper.
Jongin nods and presses closer, sighing as Kyungsoo starts running fingers through his hair. It's coarser than it used to be, bleach and dye taking its toll. Kyungsoo remembers nights with Jongin curled next to him as he stroked through his hair to lull them both to sleep. They haven't had a chance to do that since the new room arrangements and right now, Kyungsoo realizes how much he's missed it.
"Sehun keeps talking about you," Jongin mumbles a minute later.
The sentence is vague enough, but Kyungsoo reacts to it as if he'd been punched in the face. He hisses in a sharp breath that speeds out as a low moan because Jongin has a palm on the crotch of his flimsy pants, pressing down. Jongin twists away and lands on the floor, spreading Kyungsoo's legs so he can perch between them. "Jongin," Kyungsoo breathes and the eyes that meet his aren't Jongin's. They're Kai's.
"He said you tasted so good," Jongin explains as he grabs Kyungsoo by the back of his knees to pull him forward. His ass is nearly on the edge of the couch before Jongin stops. Hands trail up the inside of his thighs, so hot through the material until they're over his half-hard dick. When Jongin pulls his pants down, his cock springs out, ready and waiting. Jongin smirks and Kyungsoo can't take it. A low whine dies in the back of his throat and Kyungsoo can only dig his fingernails in the cushions when Jongin's mouth takes him whole.
Jongin gives head like he dances - all passion and energy with a smoldering look in his eyes that could burn Kyungsoo from the inside out. He likes to go fast, bobbing his head as blond strands of hair fall in his face. And then he's pulling away to pump him through the tight ring of his fingers. Kyungsoo's jaw goes slack, unable to take in how good this all feels before Jongin's lips stretch around his girth again. The lewd sound of slurps and muffled groans fill the room, ringing in Kyungsoo's ears. Jongin pulls off with a pop and licks his red lips, jerking Kyungsoo off with deft flicks of his wrist.
He's so fucking good at this.
Kyungsoo feels the pressure hitting a crescendo and can't tear his eyes away when he cums, white landing in Jongin's open mouth. His tongue hangs out to catch it all as he pumps, letting it pool under his tongue before he swallows. There's a line of cum across Jongin's upper lip and Kyungsoo can't help it. He fists a hand in Jongin's shirt to drag him up and then he licks it off. Surprisingly, it's sweet instead of salty, not unpleasant at all and he can kinda see what the fuss is about.
Jongin climbs in his lap with a low groan from where his cock has rubbed against the couch. Kyungsoo keeps hands on Jongin's hips, helping him as he ruts and grinds his erection against his thigh. "Hyung," Jongin whines, breathy and high-pitched and Kyungsoo lifts his leg. That's all it takes for Jongin to cum in his pants, hips twitching forward until they still.
When Jongin pulls away, he's not Kai anymore; he's the sleepy Jongin Kyungsoo is accustomed to, clinging to him with his face buried in Kyungsoo's neck. "Let's go to bed," Kyungsoo says and Jongin nods, holding on to him as he leads them both down to their rooms. Jongin says goodnight with a soft kiss on the side of Kyungsoo's mouth. Kyungsoo crawls in his own bed after switching his pants for a clean pair, eyes already closing and brain shutting down because now he's exhausted.
It's Kyungsoo's night to do the dishes. He can't say that he particularly enjoys the chore, but it's better than bathroom duty. So he keeps scrubbing at a stubborn spot on one of the plates fished out from underneath Chanyeol's bed as the chattering from the next room over keeps him company. Everyone is watching Jongin and Sehun take turns kicking Joonmyun's ass in videogames. They'd begged him to start playing in an effort to increase his 'coolness factor', but Joonmyun is so far beyond bad that now he only plays for the amusement.
Between the running water and Jongin's embarrassingly shrill laughter, Kyungsoo doesn't notice anyone behind him until hands settle on his waist. He jumps a little, backing up and hitting against a solid chest. A peek down at the fingers now tightening their grip on him reveal that his assailant is none other than Baekhyun. "If you're here to help, the towel is over there," Kyungsoo says, head tilting to the side where he's tossed the dish towel.
Baekhyun's hands move forward and then down, palms pushing against his lower stomach as they go. The plate hits the bottom of the sink and Kyungsoo manages to turn the water off before he spins. Dark eyes meet his and Kyungsoo lets out a shuddered breath. "What are you doing?" he inquires even as Baekhyun pushes their hips together, the counter digging into Kyungsoo's back.
"I'll do the dishes after," Baekhyun offers, a finger now trailing south to catch on the top of Kyungsoo's pants before the button is popped open. The denim is pulled down, dragging his underwear with it. The way Baekhyun's finger runs over his dick is enough to get the blood flowing.
"Anyone could walk in," Kyungsoo argues. There's nothing to block what they're doing if someone were to come through the door and Kyungsoo is a little ashamed to admit that it excites him.
Baekhyun leans in, breath hot against Kyungsoo's ear as he starts stroking his cock, thumbing over the tip. "They all know what's going on so I wouldn't worry."
The last of Kyungsoo's defenses fall, leaving him to hold up his own weight against the counter when Baekhyun drops to his knees and licks straight up from the base of his cock to the tip. Baekhyun looks far too pleased with himself when Kyungsoo whimpers, wanting Baekhyun to fucking do something already but he’s too polite to say anything. Baekhyun pries Kyungsoo's thigh apart further with fingers digging into skin, nails almost painful. The idea that everyone already knows what they're doing doesn't mean Kyungsoo is going to let loose though. He slips and lands on his elbow, propping his weight on it so he can muffle his moans with two knuckles shoved in his mouth.
Baekhyun, however, seems intent on making him break the silence, gripping tighter and sucking hard enough to have Kyungsoo's eyes rolling back in his head. His knees threaten to buckle under the assault when Baekhyun releases one thigh to cup his balls, kneading them in his dextrous fingers.
Kyungsoo keens, head falling back as Baekhyun works his mouth over his cock, licking and teasing against the crown with his tongue. Fingers replace Baekhyun's mouth, stroking over his cock as he moves his way down and sucks a ball into his mouth. Kyungsoo thinks his brain is going to leak out of his ears if it gets any hotter. Baekhyun's grip tightens and he jerks Kyungsoo off quickly until Kyungsoo's moans give him away.
He's about to cum.
Baekhyun takes the tip of his cock into his mouth and sucks, sending Kyungsoo into his orgasm. His body bends forward, clinging to the counter with white knuckles for support as it crashes over him. Baekhyun doesn't stop until Kyungsoo is twitching away, groaning from the wet drag of his tongue dipping into the slit one last time.
His pants are fixed and Baekhyun ushers Kyungsoo out of the kitchen with a light pat on the ass. Kyungsoo doesn't have the brainpower to even think about it or his destination. He winds up in the living room, slumping down on the couch between Jongin and Joonmyun for a catnap.
It's officially a trend. Or at least that's what Kyungsoo's inclined to call it. He'd fully expected interest to drop off, but a week after Baekhyun, Chanyeol is pushing Kyungsoo down atop his mattress, yanking down on the legs of his jeans. They come off easily enough, followed by his underwear.
Chanyeol is staring at his cock like it's the newest wonder of the world before he leans in to give it a solid lick, bringing it to life. Between Chanyeol's big hands working magic and the puffs of hot air fanning against the tip of his cock, he's hard in no time. It's almost as if his body is waiting for these encounters, refusing to get riled up unless one of his group members is between his legs and that thought alone should have him worrying.
But there's no room for worry when Chanyeol is deep throating him like a champ and out of nowhere. There was a hand on his dick and then he was covered, cock head sliding to the back of Chanyeol's tongue. And now Chanyeol is swallowing, Kyungsoo unable to bite back the strangled sounds from the intense rush of pleasure.
Chanyeol is moving his mouth up and down, stopping every few bobs to swallow and Kyungsoo wants to send a thank you letter to whoever taught this man to give head. He's not refined, but he's eager and fast and the heat pools quick as Kyungsoo tries to hold off because he wants this to last. One of Chanyeol's hands runs up Kyungsoo's chest, a calloused thumb stroking over one of his nipples and that additional pleasure, no matter how small, is all it takes.
Kyungsoo nearly screams as Chanyeol takes it all, leaving him drained and rutting his hips into the air when he pulls away. There's a smile on Chanyeol's face, one that's reminiscent of his stage presence yet subdued. It's genuine and he's licking over his front teeth obscenely. Kyungsoo blushes and rolls to hide his face in Chanyeol's pillow from embarrassment.
Kyungsoo is in the middle of changing his clothes because someone - Yifan - had knocked their drink directly in his lap during lunch. He's peeling off his shirt to add to the soggy pile containing his pants and briefs when the door to his room opens. It doesn't even matter anymore, Kyungsoo unphased and blinking over at a surprised Joonmyun. Over half the group has had intimate one-on-one contact with his dick already so it's not like he has much to hide.
"Sorry, should I come back?" Joonmyun asks, averting his eyes to the floor instead of a naked Kyungsoo.
"Did you need something?"
Joonmyun's eyes flicker up to Kyungsoo's face, but not before making a brief pause at his exposed crotch. "I, uh," Joonmyun starts, soft and unsure as he shuts the door. Kyungsoo has to keep himself from smiling when he hears the click of the lock. "I wanted to talk to you about this sudden interest between the members and your, um -" Joonmyun waves his hand and Kyungsoo looks down.
"My dick?" he supplies.
"Yes, your dick."
"It's not specifically my dick, though," Kyungsoo corrects. "They like the taste of my cum."
To his credit, Joonmyun doesn't seem ruffled now that his initial awkwardness is out of the way. Joonmyun is in leader mode, walking up to Kyungsoo and laying a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing over the skin in circles. "You know I'm here for you, right? If you want everyone to stop, I'll make them. One word and no one will be draining your dick."
"Or," Kyungsoo starts, lips pulling up one side in a smirk. "You could blow me." It isn't as if he hasn't seen the same look on Joonmyun's face that everyone else who's cornered him has.
There's a reason Joonmyun is seen as a strong leader and that's because he most certainly is. He has Kyungsoo’s back against the door, control snapping in an instant and it feels nice. If he had known it was this easy to coax Joonmyun to his knees, he might have done it sooner. The image of Joonmyun kneeling between his legs, pupils blown and soft bangs hanging down is going to be seared into his memory for a long time. Small hands drop feather light touches over Kyungsoo's cock as it comes to life, hardening the longer Joonmyun strokes fingertips gently over the wrinkled skin until it's drawn tight.
Joonmyun licks his lips and then the tip of Kyungsoo's cock, taking in the taste before he slides more of it into his mouth. He may not have a large mouth like Baekhyun or the eagerness of Chanyeol, but Joonmyun is very efficient. He learns fast that Kyungsoo is sensitive underneath the crown of his cock, constantly pushing his tongue around it as Kyungsoo gasps and struggles to keep upright. He begins slipping and Joonmyun draws one of Kyungsoo's legs up and drapes it over his shoulder. It gives him the extra support he needs.
Three long, drawn out sucks around the tip of his dick and then Joonmyun takes it all, bobbing his head fast only to stop and repeat the pattern as Kyungsoo tries desperately not to cry out because he's pushed against the door and anyone can hear. Joonmyun twists around the base of Kyungsoo's cock with his hand while hollowing his cheeks, sucking lower and lower until he can't take anymore. Kyungsoo feels him gagging around him, but Joonmyun doesn't pull off. He holds himself there and breathes heavily. The moment Kyungsoo locks eyes with Joonmyun, he torturously pulls off, lips dragging and tongue pushing all the way to the tip. Twice more and Kyungsoo is cumming in the warm heat of Joonmyun's mouth, thighs trembling and back arching off the door.
There are hands soothing up and down his legs, occasionally sweeping over his stomach as Kyungsoo wheezes his way back to earth. Spots dance in his vision and Joonmyun looks quite smug when he lets Kyungsoo's softening cock fall from his mouth. "I guess it really is as good as they say."
"Help me put my clothes back on," Kyungsoo demands with a whine and Joonmyun does, but not before leaving a kiss on his forehead.
In hindsight, Kyungsoo thinks Joonmyun might have been the only obstacle between him and the maknaes because they make no pretense about coming after him now. Sehun alone has managed to declare himself the only person allowed to shower with him. Every single day has Kyungsoo with his back to cold tiles and Sehun's pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down like he's the tastiest treat. That in itself is enough for Kyungsoo to stay sated and euphoric, but Jongin is also on his heels.
It starts with snuggling at night because he can't sleep and leads to Kyungsoo holding a pillow over his face so he doesn't wake Luhan and Sehun across the room when Jongin bobs his head between his legs. Jongin is always hot and fast, licking Kyungsoo clean before nuzzling his face against his softening cock. Kyungsoo is starting to think Jongin would sleep with his face buried there if he didn't pull him up to actually snuggle and fall asleep.
Occasionally Kyungsoo ends up in the bathroom with Sehun and Jongin both when they decide to take him together instead of fighting over the shower. It's hard to try and deal with the situation in a civilized manner when both their tongues are working together over him. And after he cums across both their faces, he gets to watch with heavy lidded eyes as they lick each other clean.
It only takes a few weeks before Kyungsoo glares at either of the two if they so much as get within distance of his aura. "My dick is off limits," he declares to a rapt audience at the end of rehearsal because Sehun was about to snake his way over to talk him into a shower. He's met with two identical pouts and a far too amused looking Yifan. But no means no and his dick is chapped. He thought he could handle it, but it's been rubbing against the inside of his briefs for hours as they dance through their routine over and over and each repetition had only made him ache worse.
"For how long?" Jongin asks, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
Kyungsoo sighs and shoves a towel in Jongin's sweaty face. "Until I say so."
Until he says so is just over a week later, but it's not Jongin or Sehun who manages to get him. Kyungsoo is pulled into the back seat of the van by Yixing who is smiling so sweetly at him that Kyungsoo doesn't think anything of it until it’s too late. It's a long ride and Kyungsoo's head is listing to the side as he thinks about falling asleep, eyelids heavy and drooping. The van is silent save for the rumbling of the engines and the faint noise that escapes Chanyeol's headphones. It's familiar, calming and Kyungsoo slouches to get more comfortable.
Yixing perches his chin on Kyungsoo's shoulder, gaining his undivided attention. And if that wasn't enough, a warm hand is resting high on his thigh, seemingly innocent, but Kyungsoo doesn't assume anything's innocent anymore. "How are you feeling?" Yixing asks in accented korean.
"I'm ok," Kyungsoo mumbles, still on the cusp of sleep as he knocks his forehead against Yixing's playfully. Yixing's smile is bright and wide and Kyungsoo returns it, lips only pulling down to keep in a low moan when Yixing's hand runs up to cup his cock through his sweatpants.
"Is this ok, too?"
Kyungsoo can only nod, heat rushing because he's been untouched for a solid week. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but his body was conditioned to getting off at least daily and a week feels like forever.
"Can I?"
Kyungsoo is whispering a yes before he remembers that they're in a van, driving down the road with four other members who could see them at any time. But Yixing is already on the floorboard, pulling at the elastic waistband of his sweats and Kyungsoo's hips lift to help him without thinking. He's half-hard just from the anticipation and Yixing looks like a kid in a candy store.
Yixing goes straight for his balls, lifting his cock out of the way and mouthing along the skin, his tongue occasionally darting out for a taste. Kyungsoo keeps his teeth secure in his bottom lip, breathing through his nose in an attempt to not draw attention to what's happening. Yixing doesn't seem concerned, though, taking his time as he noses his way around, licking and teasing and now slowly stroking his hand up and down Kyungsoo's cock.
He's throbbing, already leaking as he fights to hold still. A sob of relief bubbles in his throat only to get choked down when Yixing licks up the underside of his cock and then slips the tip between his lips. Like his lead in, Yixing takes his time with his tongue and lips leaving saliva trails over his dick. It's increasingly hard to keep his hands balled at his sides and not grab Yixing so he can thrust inside his mouth.
When Yixing finally gets to it, head bobbing down a little further each time, he lets Kyungsoo roll his hips up in tight snaps that give him just enough friction to feel his body tensing, pleasure building. Yixing reaches out, grabbing for one of Kyungsoo's hands and guides it to his head. Kyungsoo gets a firm grip at the roots of Yixing's hair, using the hold to guide his head up and down at the pace he wants. Kyungsoo is in heaven, lips now parted to drag in enough air and he thinks they're going to get away with this completely until Yixing starts humming.
He's humming and Kyungsoo's moan is far too loud in the confined space, but it does the trick; the constant vibrations coupled with his dick hitting the back of Yixing's mouth and he loses it. Yixing takes over when Kyungsoo stops moving him, one hand keeping his cock steady as his tongue laps around to catch it all. When Kyungsoo raises his eyes to make sure no one heard, he locks gazes with Yifan and swallows hard. He's so fucked.
Kyungsoo is sucking the juice out of a chunk of pineapple, delicately picking the pieces out of the bowl with two fingers before placing them between his lips. It's lunch time and everyone is too busy eating to bother with conversation. Kyungsoo takes the time to relax, shoulders slumping and legs spreading under the table.
There are two empty buckets of fried chicken knocked over in the middle of the table and one that's over half gone. Kyungsoo had one piece earlier, but he left the rest to people who would appreciate it more. He's content with his fruit
Across the table, Kyungsoo watches as Tao licks chicken grease off his fingers one at a time. His lips and the area around them are shiny and Kyungsoo's eyes gloss over at the idea of those same lips wrapped around his cock. With everything that's been going on, he just can't help it. Tao catches his gaze and Kyungsoo holds it, watching with interest as Tao lowers in his chair until only his head is visible. And then that disappears too.
Kyungsoo discovers, to his delight, that Tao has crawled over to him, large hands landing on Kyungsoo's knees and traveling up. Fingers grip his cock through his pants, massaging it through the thin fabric until he's hard. Kyungsoo concentrates on his food, biting down hard on a piece of pineapple and chewing slowly before swallowing. Tao doesn't have any resistance getting Kyungsoo's pants down far enough for his hard cock to pop out.
The sound of Tao slurping him down - mouth oh so soft and slick from the grease still on his lips - is drowned out by the steady increase in chatter. As bellies fill, mouths are left unoccupied and there are several members who always feel the need to fill the silence with something when they're all together. Kyungsoo has no idea what they're talking about, his pulse pounding in his ears and one hand now gripping the side of his chair to keep from thrusting up and slamming Tao's head into the table. He'd hate to concuss him because of a blowjob.
Luhan's laughter is loud and attention grabbing, hand slapping down on the table as he bounces in his chair. Kyungsoo smiles only because it would look awkward if he wasn't. It's wobbly and drops soon enough because Tao has the entirety of his cock in his mouth, tongue pressed against the base and it sends a shudder up his spine.
"Where's Tao?" Sehun questions and all eyes fall on his empty chair. There are shrugs and confused faces until, like dominoes, every single one of his groupmates turn their eyes on him. The heat that he'd been controlling so well feels like it's going to combust as they watch. There's no point in keeping up appearances and Kyungsoo moans, head tilting back and hips jerking upward when Tao starts bobbing his head.
Kyungsoo doesn't know if it's a help or hindrance that no one speaks, no one moves and they all seem to be focused on witnessing him trembling and flush as Tao sucks him for all he's worth. And it's the way his heart is racing, heat sending drops of sweat down his neck while Tao moans around his cock that has him running fingers through his own hair to pull.
His neck jerks back as Jongin, who is sitting just to his right, gets a better hold and forces him back. Kyungsoo cries out, ass lifting off the chair and he cums with Tao's lips suctioned over the head of his cock and Jongin tugging so hard it feels like his head is about to snap off.
Fingers soothe over the sore spot on his scalp, Jongin looking apologetic, but Kyungsoo gives him a fond, blissed out smile as he comes down from his high. Tao is nice enough to tuck him back inside his pants before reappearing in his chair across the table. There's the widest smile on his face and he can't stop licking his lips.
"Dessert was great."
It's a rare occasion when Kyungsoo is thankful for a full schedule that leaves little time to do anything save doze between takes and bird bath in the sink. Right now, he's wavering on the side of grateful that no one has lunged for his dick in almost forty-eight hours and he knows it's only because they're in public. Sehun's been handsy with him all day and Jongin has taken to smirking whenever he catches his eyes, leaving Kyungsoo on his toes.
They're backstage before a performance, all dressed in their school boy uniforms and slicked up hair even though they don't have to be on for a good hour. It never hurts to be prepared though.
Kyungsoo is hunched over in his chair, head hanging almost to his knees as they wait. He startles a little when fingers dig into the back of his neck, slowly beginning to massage out the tension. Humming, he flexes his shoulders, sighs deep when whoever it is moves down, working out knots and stiff muscles. "You're too tense," Minseok says from behind him and Kyungsoo smiles.
"You're doing a great job of making it go away, hyung."
"I could do a better job if we were alone."
It's a sudden shot of arousal, the idea of Minseok wanting his cock making his stomach clench with desire and it has Kyungsoo on his feet faster than he thought possible. There's a small changing room not far down the hall and they slip inside, taking care to flip the lock after the door is shut.
They have to be careful, keep hands away from styled hair and dirt off their outfits or there will be hell to pay. It's going to be decidedly more challenging for Minseok who eventually just squats, balancing on the balls of his feet with a look of concentration on his face. He braces himself with a hand on Kyungsoo's thigh as Kyungsoo wriggles out of his pants and briefs. Minseok keeps them up around his thighs with both hands and Kyungsoo so generously holds his hardening cock out so Minseok doesn't have to chance falling to get to it.
They exchange a look of amusement before Minseok is tonguing the slit, sinking down until his lips hit Kyungsoo's fingers. He's not completely hard yet, but it doesn't take long; not with the way Minseok's eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks and his lips stretch around his cock, pink against red. He's always found Minseok exceptionally attractive and despite the urgency to finish so they're seen with the others, Kyungsoo appreciates watching.
Minseok is talented, tongue always moving and cheeks hollowed so his cock drags along them with each bob of his head. He wishes he could fist hands in his hair, thrust into his mouth and then stows the idea away for next time. Next time.
Kyungsoo is panting, sweat beading under his clothes that he hopes dries before they have to go on stage. Minseok is speeding, sucking tighter and tighter. His teeth come out just enough to have Kyungsoo slamming both fists into the door as he cums, body shuddering and Minseok's mouth filling.
He barely registers being tucked back inside his briefs until the fabric settles over sensitive skin and draws his attention. There's an apologetic look on Minseok's face, patting Kyungsoo's dick affectionately before tugging his pants up. They check over each other, making sure there's nothing out of place and Kyungsoo has to tug Minseok back when he tries to leave. He swipes a bit of cum off the corner of Minseok's mouth and then licks it off with a smile. "Thanks, hyung."
It isn't that Kyungsoo is counting (yes he is) but he can't help but wonder why every single one of the guys has wanted a taste of his dick save for Yifan. They've held several long, telling looks that indicate Yifan is at least curious, but he never makes a move. Kyungsoo would be fine with Yifan not doing anything if there wasn't any interest. It riles him up, has him second guessing himself each time he ends up outside Yifan's room.
Every time he goes to knock, his hand falls and he shuffles off, wondering if maybe he's just misreading the signs.
Yifan lays a hand too high up on Kyungsoo's thigh to not be on purpose, but he's engrossed in conversation with Joonmyun across the table. On a different day, Yifan blatantly drags his eyes over Kyungsoo from top to bottom, lower lip in his teeth and a upper lip curled into a smirk. Kyungsoo gets hard embarrassingly fast, yet Yifan does nothing.
The mixed signals are sending Kyungsoo's hormones into a tizzy and he's fed up. This time, when he goes to knock on Yifan's door, he actually does it. A gruff permission for entrance is called out and Kyungsoo has to take in a calming breath before opening the door and walking in. Yifan is propped on his bed, legs drawn up with a book on his lap. Kyungsoo almost feels bad for interrupting.
"Is there something you want to say?" Yifan asks, almost as if he already knows why Kyungsoo is here. And he probably does. However, the words stick in Kyungsoo's throat because what if he's wrong. What if this was just a game to see if he'd come crawling to Yifan? It doesn't sit well in his stomach and he backs up a step.
"Nevermind," he mumbles. "Have a good night."
Before Kyungsoo can get to the door, Yifan is in front of it, leaning his weight against it with his arms crossed. "Is this because I haven't come begging for your cock?" Suddenly Yifan is grabbing at him, pulling and pushing until Kyungsoo is flopping on his mattress with wide, confused eyes. "Have all the others had a taste?" Yifan has a knee between Kyungsoo's thighs, guiding him further up the bed until he's laying flat and Yifan is hovering over him. Kyungsoo nods, anticipation starting to edge in against the nerves. Yifan dips his head, licks up the shell of Kyungsoo's ear. "Good."
Yifan has a hand inside Kyungsoo's pants, long fingers and wide palm curling around his cock as it hardens. Just knowing that Yifan is about to go down on him has Kyungsoo so turned on it hurts. Lanky limbs turn graceful, slinking down like a predatory cat when Yifan moves, peeling Kyungsoo's pants off and tossing them aside. Kyungsoo lets his legs fall open shamelessly, giving Yifan enough space to fit between them. He's so large and imposing, but the threatening demeanor is halved when Kyungsoo takes into account that Yifan is eyeing his cock like a prize.
Yifan's lips are soft, grazing over the head with enough pressure to make Kyungsoo want to lift into it, but his hips are pinned by large hands. It drives him a little crazy, knowing he's completely under Yifan's control. Yifan knows it too, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his mouth that fades with his patience. Kyungsoo is already breathing hard and Yifan's barely done anything to him yet. The fucker clearly gets off on power and Kyungsoo almost wants to deny him of it.
The thought disappears as Yifan licks at the pooling precum and then makes this little appreciative noise before slipping the head of Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth. Kyungsoo is practically willing to do anything to make Yifan keep going, the strain of being held still ramping his arousal up even further. Unable to sit up, Kyungsoo has to stare at the white ceiling, hands clenched in Yifan's pillow on either side of his head. He's dragged further down the bed suddenly and Kyungsoo yelps in surprise. Yifan's chuckle is deep and it vibrates around Kyungsoo's cock deliciously.
Yifan props Kyungsoo's legs over his shoulders and curls his arms around his thighs, hands warm against goosebump covered skin. It's a small breather even if Kyungsoo's stomach is twisted in knots, waiting for the action to start. There's no warning before Yifan slurps down his cock, taking it to the base and then back to the tip. The pleasure is intense enough to have him wanting Yifan to stop if only to let him compose himself, but that's not an option. Yifan moves up and down, a slick effortless glide that never falters from its fast rhythm. Kyungsoo can barely breathe and he whimpers when Yifan's fingers dig into him hard enough to bruise so he stops squirming.
Kyungsoo's back bows up, balls tight and cock so hot he feels like he's about to combust. He's going to cum and he sobs, nearly screams when Yifan pulls off completely. His cock slaps against his stomach, leaving patches of saliva on his skin and the relentless heat eases, uncoils enough to bring him back from the brink.
He fucking hates Yifan.
This happens again, Yifan with his perfect combination of suction and speed stopping just before Kyungsoo can cum, leaving him a blubbering mess in the sheets. By the fourth time, Yifan has to haul Kyungsoo's lower half off the bed completely, holding his weight up as he relentlessly bobs his head and takes him to that edge again.
Kyungsoo knows to expect the full stop now and when it doesn't happen, he's caught off guard. His calves lock around Yifan when he finally reaches that pinnacle. There's a loud scream that rips out of his throat, which Yifan will probably gloat about later. But right now Kyungsoo is dealing with the constant waves that wash over him, leave him boneless and sweaty and so close to falling asleep right then and there. Yifan slowly lowers him to the mattress, gently laying his legs flat before he climbs up to prop beside him.
"You really do taste great."
"Fuck," Kyungsoo breathes, chest still heaving and skin a blotchy red. "Why did you wait so long to do that?"
Yifan gives a half-hearted shrug. "Wanted to save the best for last."
Kyungsoo wheezes and burrows under Yifan's covers, content to not move until morning. Maybe by then the secondhand embarrassment will be gone.
- - -
words can't express how sorry i am over this
i'm so so so so so so so so so sorry
no really
i'm sorry
i'm done with myself
i should be forcibly removed from the fandom, exiled into the cold, dark wasteland of eternity
i also consumed about fifty thousand twizzlers while writing this
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Everyone (Exo)
Length: 8k
Author's Note: Written for a prompt over at exopromptmeme
Summary: Everyone wants a taste of Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo is in the shower the first time it happens. Usually he's either wedged in next to Tao or sandwiched between Chanyeol and Yifan, but not today. Sehun hadn't pouted his way to first for the shower after practice and Kyungsoo hadn't thought anything of it until Sehun darted into the bathroom with him. Technically, Sehun is last in line, but no one else is around and Sehun is smiling and Kyungsoo can't say no to his request.
He can't say no to this either.
Sehun is on his knees in front of Kyungsoo's cock, only he's not even hard and there's more confusion than arousal flittering around in his body right now. But then Sehun does this thing, the thing where he flips his bangs out of his face, narrows his eyes and licks his lips. It's the drag of his tongue over the swell of his pink lower lip that does it. Kyungsoo's belly churns with want and he doesn't protest or move away when Sehun wraps long fingers around his cock to pull and tug it into hardness.
It's a not so well kept secret that Sehun fucks around when he gets bored or horny, which happens frequently, but he's never gone after Kyungsoo before. This is all new, a foreign hand touching his dick, jerking and squeezing until his cock is standing proud, the tip an angry red. Kyungsoo can't keep his eyes off Sehun as he leans forward and drags his tongue slowly around the head teasingly. It's wet and hot and Kyungsoo groans, hips shifting forward a little so his cock pokes against closed lips. Sehun opens up, lets Kyungsoo fill his mouth with a hand still anchored around the base and the other now running down to grip his own erection.
Sehun takes his time, something that Kyungsoo loves and hates all at once. The slick glide of lips up and down his cock is the perfect way to unwind, let all the stress of rehearsals and vocal practices swirl down the drain. For the first time in too long, Kyungsoo's mind goes fuzzy and blank, completely focused on the tightening of Sehun's fingers as they pump and his tongue as he drags it over the slit of his cock. Kyungsoo's knees threaten to buckle and he steadies himself with a hand on the shelf and the other in Sehun's hair. He sees Sehun's fist working up and down on his own cock furiously, like he can't get off fast enough despite the slow pace he's using on Kyungsoo.
With hollowed cheeks and a loud moan, Sehun cums over the porcelain of the tub. The shocks of it are transferred to Kyungsoo, fingers so tight and mouth suctioned so hard it damn near rips Kyungsoo's orgasm from him. He cries out, unable to hold it in as his cum fills Sehun's mouth and slides sticky down his throat. Kyungsoo looks down to see Sehun swallowing, adam's apple bobbing as he licks the rest away with kittenish laps of his tongue and a hum of approval.
Sehun stands when he's done and Kyungsoo can't move from his position against the wall. A very happy maknae leans in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "You taste amazing, hyung."
Kyungsoo rides the high of his impromptu blowjob all the way until bedtime when he crashes in his soft blankets, face buried in his pillow. The room is quiet, peaceful and that should have been a sign that something is off, but he is too tired to care. Kyungsoo falls asleep with loose limbs and a satisfied sigh.
It's still dark outside when Kyungsoo's eyes open. He's awake because of an unfamiliar weight on top of him and he's confused, eyes blinking until they take in Luhan's face above his. "What?" he asks, voice raspy from sleep.
Luhan wriggles, hips slotted between Kyungsoo's and that sends a signal to his tired brain, blood pumping a little faster at the weight on his crotch. When Luhan leans down to speak in Kyungsoo's ear, it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Sehun told me how good you taste," he says softly, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Can I have some?"
Kyungsoo groans, nodding even if he's still slightly confused and mostly asleep. Luhan makes this pleased noise that's loud in the room before he shimmies himself down. Fingers hook on the waistband of Kyungsoo's pajama pants to tug them to his ankles and leave him bare. Luhan's hands are warm and the air in the room is cold, leaving Kyungsoo hissing when Luhan grips his cock. He's not hard, but Luhan takes him into his mouth anyway, humming and bobbing his head as the blood rushes south. His cock fills quickly and it isn't long before Luhan's upping the speed.
Luhan is definitely not Sehun. He's quick, movements sharp in contrast to the softness of his fingers caressing over anything left outside his mouth. Kyungsoo can't help lifting into it and Luhan wraps an arm around his hips, holding him up. Suddenly, the tip of his cock slams into the back of Luhan's throat. Luhan gasps, Kyungsoo moans and he doesn't even care if he wakes the entire dorm. The new angle is perfect and Kyungsoo ruts into Luhan's mouth as his jaw slackens, tongue licking what it can and the hand around the base of his cock falling to work over his balls.
Kyungsoo is getting louder and he barely makes out the pleased look on Luhan's face as he unravels. The fitted sheet on his mattress pulls off, snapping down and Kyungsoo blindly grabs for something else to hold on to. His hands find the poles on either side of his bed frame and his fingers grip against metal just as he cums. His hips jerk upward into the heat as Luhan sucks everything from him. His thighs are trembling and he's dizzy from lack of air, but there's a lazy smile that settles on his mouth.
"Tasty," Luhan says with a smack of his lips, kissing the sensitive tip of Kyungsoo's cock. "Thank you."
Luhan moves back to his own bed and Kyungsoo falls asleep to the sound of a slick fist working over a hard cock.
Kyungsoo nearly falls on his face in the morning, forgetting that his pajama pants are around his ankles from the night before. He blushes suddenly, eyes darting over to the two empty beds on the other side of the room. It seems Sehun and Luhan are already up, so he does the same, pulling his pants to settle around his hips before donning a shirt. His stomach is gurgling and his legs feel like jelly, so he shuffles into the kitchen where everyone is already digging in.
"Morning, hyung," Jongin chirps and Kyungsoo answers with a groan and his nose scrunched. He's heading right for the cereal, grabbing the last bowl left in the cabinet. By the time he gets settled at the table, milk almost sloshing over the side of his bowl, Kyungsoo is mostly awake.
"So I heard some crazy noises last night," Chanyeol says just as Kyungsoo takes his first bite. It nearly goes spraying across the table, but he manages to keep it down, trying not to grimace.
"Oh? What kind of noises?" Baekhyun's innocent tone doesn't fool Kyungsoo in the least.
"Oh you know, the usual: the walls settling, Tao getting up for water, Kyungsoo moaning like a banshee."
Kyungsoo's face turns red and he slouches in his seat, ignoring Baekhyun's delighted clapping. "So what had you so wound up?"
Luhan raises his hand and draws the attention of the entire table. "My fault. I wanted to taste him."
"And?" Chanyeol aks, clearly expecting some ridiculous answer.
"Delicious."
There's a collective silence that dares Kyungsoo to look up, which is a mistake because there are eleven heated stares directed solely at him. He gulps and drops his gaze again, hoping to finish his food in peace.
Kyungsoo thinks people have all but forgotten it a few days later because no one's made mention of it or thrown their mouths at his dick, so he thinks he's safe.
He's not.
Jongdae had conned him into going with him for extra vocal practice, bribing Kyungsoo with promises of ice cream. They've been in the small studio for an hour now, licking sticky sweet chocolate and strawberry off stained fingers as they sit on the piano bench. Neither of them know how to play, but they can do the scales enough to get the cracks out of their voices in preparation to sing. The room may be small and mostly unused, but the acoustics are perfect.
Kyungsoo plods a finger down hard on a key and Jongdae kicks the side of his calf for startling him. They fall into the easy laughter of being so used to each other's company that Kyungsoo doesn't see it coming at all. One moment he's inhaling to start actual practice and the next, all the air is forced from his lungs as his back collides with the piano bench. The wood is hard against his shoulder blades and he frowns up at Jongdae, only to be further confused when he lifts Kyungsoo's leg over so he's straddling the bench.
There's little in the way of teasing and Kyungsoo doesn't really need it when he sees the feral look on Jongdae's face, lips curling up in a smirk as he taps against the button on Kyungsoo's jeans. In all honesty, he should have figured this out way earlier, but is getting blown randomly by your bandmates such a terrible a thing? One small nod and Jongdae is tugging Kyungsoo's jeans and underwear down just enough to get at his cock.
Jongdae's fingers might not be long or particularly soft, but they stroke over him in patterns of quick and slow, dragging it out when he sees Kyungsoo starting to thrust into his grip. Kyungsoo has the most amazing view of Jongdae's ass high in the air when he bends to take the head of his cock into his mouth. It wiggles as Jongdae tries to get into a comfortable position while keeping Kyungsoo's cock between his lips. A hand presses on the flat of Kyungsoo's stomach just above his cock, keeping his hips from bucking up. It makes him whine, uncaring of how loud he is simply because this room is soundproof.
Teeth graze down his cock after Jongdae's gotten him hard and throbbing. It sends a jolt straight up his dick to pool in his stomach and tighten his balls. Jongdae snickers around Kyungsoo's length and Kyungsoo thrusts upward just to hear him gag. The teasing stops, Jongdae bobbing his head so fast it makes Kyungsoo's toes curl inside his designer sneakers. His hand reaches for something to grab and hits the piano instead, the harsh sound making Jongdae jump.
Kyungsoo is the one chuckling this time, only to choke on it when Jongdae buries his face in his pubes and hollows his cheeks. The drag of lips back up to the tip of his dick is agonizingly slow, turning Kyungsoo's small whines into one long desperate moan. "Jongdae, please," he begs and it seems to do the trick because Jongdae is smiling and increasing his speed again.
Kyungsoo's too worked up to last much longer and he cums with a broken moan that echoes, Jongdae making sure to keep it all in his mouth before swallowing. When Kyungsoo's vision clears and his breathing calms, Jongdae's already got his pants up and rebuttoned. "I think that's enough warm-up," Jongdae declares and Kyungsoo doesn't have the energy to hit him.
Quiet time comes so seldom that Kyungsoo makes his own, stays up past when he should be in bed so he can sink into the cushions of the couch without everyone else around. The soft light of a table lamp is all Kyungsoo needs as he slouches, rubs his tired eyes and stares blankly at the television. It's not on, but he orients on it merely out of habit.
"Hyung?"
Kyungsoo startles a little before turning to see Jongin standing at the doorway. He gives him a smile and holds out an arm. Jongin immediately takes up residence at Kyungsoo's side, head falling on his shoulder as per usual. At least this hasn't changed. Jongin is all warm and he smells clean which is nice considering most of the time Kyungsoo ends up dealing with the stench of sweat. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks Jongin, voice almost at a whisper.
Jongin nods and presses closer, sighing as Kyungsoo starts running fingers through his hair. It's coarser than it used to be, bleach and dye taking its toll. Kyungsoo remembers nights with Jongin curled next to him as he stroked through his hair to lull them both to sleep. They haven't had a chance to do that since the new room arrangements and right now, Kyungsoo realizes how much he's missed it.
"Sehun keeps talking about you," Jongin mumbles a minute later.
The sentence is vague enough, but Kyungsoo reacts to it as if he'd been punched in the face. He hisses in a sharp breath that speeds out as a low moan because Jongin has a palm on the crotch of his flimsy pants, pressing down. Jongin twists away and lands on the floor, spreading Kyungsoo's legs so he can perch between them. "Jongin," Kyungsoo breathes and the eyes that meet his aren't Jongin's. They're Kai's.
"He said you tasted so good," Jongin explains as he grabs Kyungsoo by the back of his knees to pull him forward. His ass is nearly on the edge of the couch before Jongin stops. Hands trail up the inside of his thighs, so hot through the material until they're over his half-hard dick. When Jongin pulls his pants down, his cock springs out, ready and waiting. Jongin smirks and Kyungsoo can't take it. A low whine dies in the back of his throat and Kyungsoo can only dig his fingernails in the cushions when Jongin's mouth takes him whole.
Jongin gives head like he dances - all passion and energy with a smoldering look in his eyes that could burn Kyungsoo from the inside out. He likes to go fast, bobbing his head as blond strands of hair fall in his face. And then he's pulling away to pump him through the tight ring of his fingers. Kyungsoo's jaw goes slack, unable to take in how good this all feels before Jongin's lips stretch around his girth again. The lewd sound of slurps and muffled groans fill the room, ringing in Kyungsoo's ears. Jongin pulls off with a pop and licks his red lips, jerking Kyungsoo off with deft flicks of his wrist.
He's so fucking good at this.
Kyungsoo feels the pressure hitting a crescendo and can't tear his eyes away when he cums, white landing in Jongin's open mouth. His tongue hangs out to catch it all as he pumps, letting it pool under his tongue before he swallows. There's a line of cum across Jongin's upper lip and Kyungsoo can't help it. He fists a hand in Jongin's shirt to drag him up and then he licks it off. Surprisingly, it's sweet instead of salty, not unpleasant at all and he can kinda see what the fuss is about.
Jongin climbs in his lap with a low groan from where his cock has rubbed against the couch. Kyungsoo keeps hands on Jongin's hips, helping him as he ruts and grinds his erection against his thigh. "Hyung," Jongin whines, breathy and high-pitched and Kyungsoo lifts his leg. That's all it takes for Jongin to cum in his pants, hips twitching forward until they still.
When Jongin pulls away, he's not Kai anymore; he's the sleepy Jongin Kyungsoo is accustomed to, clinging to him with his face buried in Kyungsoo's neck. "Let's go to bed," Kyungsoo says and Jongin nods, holding on to him as he leads them both down to their rooms. Jongin says goodnight with a soft kiss on the side of Kyungsoo's mouth. Kyungsoo crawls in his own bed after switching his pants for a clean pair, eyes already closing and brain shutting down because now he's exhausted.
It's Kyungsoo's night to do the dishes. He can't say that he particularly enjoys the chore, but it's better than bathroom duty. So he keeps scrubbing at a stubborn spot on one of the plates fished out from underneath Chanyeol's bed as the chattering from the next room over keeps him company. Everyone is watching Jongin and Sehun take turns kicking Joonmyun's ass in videogames. They'd begged him to start playing in an effort to increase his 'coolness factor', but Joonmyun is so far beyond bad that now he only plays for the amusement.
Between the running water and Jongin's embarrassingly shrill laughter, Kyungsoo doesn't notice anyone behind him until hands settle on his waist. He jumps a little, backing up and hitting against a solid chest. A peek down at the fingers now tightening their grip on him reveal that his assailant is none other than Baekhyun. "If you're here to help, the towel is over there," Kyungsoo says, head tilting to the side where he's tossed the dish towel.
Baekhyun's hands move forward and then down, palms pushing against his lower stomach as they go. The plate hits the bottom of the sink and Kyungsoo manages to turn the water off before he spins. Dark eyes meet his and Kyungsoo lets out a shuddered breath. "What are you doing?" he inquires even as Baekhyun pushes their hips together, the counter digging into Kyungsoo's back.
"I'll do the dishes after," Baekhyun offers, a finger now trailing south to catch on the top of Kyungsoo's pants before the button is popped open. The denim is pulled down, dragging his underwear with it. The way Baekhyun's finger runs over his dick is enough to get the blood flowing.
"Anyone could walk in," Kyungsoo argues. There's nothing to block what they're doing if someone were to come through the door and Kyungsoo is a little ashamed to admit that it excites him.
Baekhyun leans in, breath hot against Kyungsoo's ear as he starts stroking his cock, thumbing over the tip. "They all know what's going on so I wouldn't worry."
The last of Kyungsoo's defenses fall, leaving him to hold up his own weight against the counter when Baekhyun drops to his knees and licks straight up from the base of his cock to the tip. Baekhyun looks far too pleased with himself when Kyungsoo whimpers, wanting Baekhyun to fucking do something already but he’s too polite to say anything. Baekhyun pries Kyungsoo's thigh apart further with fingers digging into skin, nails almost painful. The idea that everyone already knows what they're doing doesn't mean Kyungsoo is going to let loose though. He slips and lands on his elbow, propping his weight on it so he can muffle his moans with two knuckles shoved in his mouth.
Baekhyun, however, seems intent on making him break the silence, gripping tighter and sucking hard enough to have Kyungsoo's eyes rolling back in his head. His knees threaten to buckle under the assault when Baekhyun releases one thigh to cup his balls, kneading them in his dextrous fingers.
Kyungsoo keens, head falling back as Baekhyun works his mouth over his cock, licking and teasing against the crown with his tongue. Fingers replace Baekhyun's mouth, stroking over his cock as he moves his way down and sucks a ball into his mouth. Kyungsoo thinks his brain is going to leak out of his ears if it gets any hotter. Baekhyun's grip tightens and he jerks Kyungsoo off quickly until Kyungsoo's moans give him away.
He's about to cum.
Baekhyun takes the tip of his cock into his mouth and sucks, sending Kyungsoo into his orgasm. His body bends forward, clinging to the counter with white knuckles for support as it crashes over him. Baekhyun doesn't stop until Kyungsoo is twitching away, groaning from the wet drag of his tongue dipping into the slit one last time.
His pants are fixed and Baekhyun ushers Kyungsoo out of the kitchen with a light pat on the ass. Kyungsoo doesn't have the brainpower to even think about it or his destination. He winds up in the living room, slumping down on the couch between Jongin and Joonmyun for a catnap.
It's officially a trend. Or at least that's what Kyungsoo's inclined to call it. He'd fully expected interest to drop off, but a week after Baekhyun, Chanyeol is pushing Kyungsoo down atop his mattress, yanking down on the legs of his jeans. They come off easily enough, followed by his underwear.
Chanyeol is staring at his cock like it's the newest wonder of the world before he leans in to give it a solid lick, bringing it to life. Between Chanyeol's big hands working magic and the puffs of hot air fanning against the tip of his cock, he's hard in no time. It's almost as if his body is waiting for these encounters, refusing to get riled up unless one of his group members is between his legs and that thought alone should have him worrying.
But there's no room for worry when Chanyeol is deep throating him like a champ and out of nowhere. There was a hand on his dick and then he was covered, cock head sliding to the back of Chanyeol's tongue. And now Chanyeol is swallowing, Kyungsoo unable to bite back the strangled sounds from the intense rush of pleasure.
Chanyeol is moving his mouth up and down, stopping every few bobs to swallow and Kyungsoo wants to send a thank you letter to whoever taught this man to give head. He's not refined, but he's eager and fast and the heat pools quick as Kyungsoo tries to hold off because he wants this to last. One of Chanyeol's hands runs up Kyungsoo's chest, a calloused thumb stroking over one of his nipples and that additional pleasure, no matter how small, is all it takes.
Kyungsoo nearly screams as Chanyeol takes it all, leaving him drained and rutting his hips into the air when he pulls away. There's a smile on Chanyeol's face, one that's reminiscent of his stage presence yet subdued. It's genuine and he's licking over his front teeth obscenely. Kyungsoo blushes and rolls to hide his face in Chanyeol's pillow from embarrassment.
Kyungsoo is in the middle of changing his clothes because someone - Yifan - had knocked their drink directly in his lap during lunch. He's peeling off his shirt to add to the soggy pile containing his pants and briefs when the door to his room opens. It doesn't even matter anymore, Kyungsoo unphased and blinking over at a surprised Joonmyun. Over half the group has had intimate one-on-one contact with his dick already so it's not like he has much to hide.
"Sorry, should I come back?" Joonmyun asks, averting his eyes to the floor instead of a naked Kyungsoo.
"Did you need something?"
Joonmyun's eyes flicker up to Kyungsoo's face, but not before making a brief pause at his exposed crotch. "I, uh," Joonmyun starts, soft and unsure as he shuts the door. Kyungsoo has to keep himself from smiling when he hears the click of the lock. "I wanted to talk to you about this sudden interest between the members and your, um -" Joonmyun waves his hand and Kyungsoo looks down.
"My dick?" he supplies.
"Yes, your dick."
"It's not specifically my dick, though," Kyungsoo corrects. "They like the taste of my cum."
To his credit, Joonmyun doesn't seem ruffled now that his initial awkwardness is out of the way. Joonmyun is in leader mode, walking up to Kyungsoo and laying a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing over the skin in circles. "You know I'm here for you, right? If you want everyone to stop, I'll make them. One word and no one will be draining your dick."
"Or," Kyungsoo starts, lips pulling up one side in a smirk. "You could blow me." It isn't as if he hasn't seen the same look on Joonmyun's face that everyone else who's cornered him has.
There's a reason Joonmyun is seen as a strong leader and that's because he most certainly is. He has Kyungsoo’s back against the door, control snapping in an instant and it feels nice. If he had known it was this easy to coax Joonmyun to his knees, he might have done it sooner. The image of Joonmyun kneeling between his legs, pupils blown and soft bangs hanging down is going to be seared into his memory for a long time. Small hands drop feather light touches over Kyungsoo's cock as it comes to life, hardening the longer Joonmyun strokes fingertips gently over the wrinkled skin until it's drawn tight.
Joonmyun licks his lips and then the tip of Kyungsoo's cock, taking in the taste before he slides more of it into his mouth. He may not have a large mouth like Baekhyun or the eagerness of Chanyeol, but Joonmyun is very efficient. He learns fast that Kyungsoo is sensitive underneath the crown of his cock, constantly pushing his tongue around it as Kyungsoo gasps and struggles to keep upright. He begins slipping and Joonmyun draws one of Kyungsoo's legs up and drapes it over his shoulder. It gives him the extra support he needs.
Three long, drawn out sucks around the tip of his dick and then Joonmyun takes it all, bobbing his head fast only to stop and repeat the pattern as Kyungsoo tries desperately not to cry out because he's pushed against the door and anyone can hear. Joonmyun twists around the base of Kyungsoo's cock with his hand while hollowing his cheeks, sucking lower and lower until he can't take anymore. Kyungsoo feels him gagging around him, but Joonmyun doesn't pull off. He holds himself there and breathes heavily. The moment Kyungsoo locks eyes with Joonmyun, he torturously pulls off, lips dragging and tongue pushing all the way to the tip. Twice more and Kyungsoo is cumming in the warm heat of Joonmyun's mouth, thighs trembling and back arching off the door.
There are hands soothing up and down his legs, occasionally sweeping over his stomach as Kyungsoo wheezes his way back to earth. Spots dance in his vision and Joonmyun looks quite smug when he lets Kyungsoo's softening cock fall from his mouth. "I guess it really is as good as they say."
"Help me put my clothes back on," Kyungsoo demands with a whine and Joonmyun does, but not before leaving a kiss on his forehead.
In hindsight, Kyungsoo thinks Joonmyun might have been the only obstacle between him and the maknaes because they make no pretense about coming after him now. Sehun alone has managed to declare himself the only person allowed to shower with him. Every single day has Kyungsoo with his back to cold tiles and Sehun's pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down like he's the tastiest treat. That in itself is enough for Kyungsoo to stay sated and euphoric, but Jongin is also on his heels.
It starts with snuggling at night because he can't sleep and leads to Kyungsoo holding a pillow over his face so he doesn't wake Luhan and Sehun across the room when Jongin bobs his head between his legs. Jongin is always hot and fast, licking Kyungsoo clean before nuzzling his face against his softening cock. Kyungsoo is starting to think Jongin would sleep with his face buried there if he didn't pull him up to actually snuggle and fall asleep.
Occasionally Kyungsoo ends up in the bathroom with Sehun and Jongin both when they decide to take him together instead of fighting over the shower. It's hard to try and deal with the situation in a civilized manner when both their tongues are working together over him. And after he cums across both their faces, he gets to watch with heavy lidded eyes as they lick each other clean.
It only takes a few weeks before Kyungsoo glares at either of the two if they so much as get within distance of his aura. "My dick is off limits," he declares to a rapt audience at the end of rehearsal because Sehun was about to snake his way over to talk him into a shower. He's met with two identical pouts and a far too amused looking Yifan. But no means no and his dick is chapped. He thought he could handle it, but it's been rubbing against the inside of his briefs for hours as they dance through their routine over and over and each repetition had only made him ache worse.
"For how long?" Jongin asks, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
Kyungsoo sighs and shoves a towel in Jongin's sweaty face. "Until I say so."
Until he says so is just over a week later, but it's not Jongin or Sehun who manages to get him. Kyungsoo is pulled into the back seat of the van by Yixing who is smiling so sweetly at him that Kyungsoo doesn't think anything of it until it’s too late. It's a long ride and Kyungsoo's head is listing to the side as he thinks about falling asleep, eyelids heavy and drooping. The van is silent save for the rumbling of the engines and the faint noise that escapes Chanyeol's headphones. It's familiar, calming and Kyungsoo slouches to get more comfortable.
Yixing perches his chin on Kyungsoo's shoulder, gaining his undivided attention. And if that wasn't enough, a warm hand is resting high on his thigh, seemingly innocent, but Kyungsoo doesn't assume anything's innocent anymore. "How are you feeling?" Yixing asks in accented korean.
"I'm ok," Kyungsoo mumbles, still on the cusp of sleep as he knocks his forehead against Yixing's playfully. Yixing's smile is bright and wide and Kyungsoo returns it, lips only pulling down to keep in a low moan when Yixing's hand runs up to cup his cock through his sweatpants.
"Is this ok, too?"
Kyungsoo can only nod, heat rushing because he's been untouched for a solid week. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but his body was conditioned to getting off at least daily and a week feels like forever.
"Can I?"
Kyungsoo is whispering a yes before he remembers that they're in a van, driving down the road with four other members who could see them at any time. But Yixing is already on the floorboard, pulling at the elastic waistband of his sweats and Kyungsoo's hips lift to help him without thinking. He's half-hard just from the anticipation and Yixing looks like a kid in a candy store.
Yixing goes straight for his balls, lifting his cock out of the way and mouthing along the skin, his tongue occasionally darting out for a taste. Kyungsoo keeps his teeth secure in his bottom lip, breathing through his nose in an attempt to not draw attention to what's happening. Yixing doesn't seem concerned, though, taking his time as he noses his way around, licking and teasing and now slowly stroking his hand up and down Kyungsoo's cock.
He's throbbing, already leaking as he fights to hold still. A sob of relief bubbles in his throat only to get choked down when Yixing licks up the underside of his cock and then slips the tip between his lips. Like his lead in, Yixing takes his time with his tongue and lips leaving saliva trails over his dick. It's increasingly hard to keep his hands balled at his sides and not grab Yixing so he can thrust inside his mouth.
When Yixing finally gets to it, head bobbing down a little further each time, he lets Kyungsoo roll his hips up in tight snaps that give him just enough friction to feel his body tensing, pleasure building. Yixing reaches out, grabbing for one of Kyungsoo's hands and guides it to his head. Kyungsoo gets a firm grip at the roots of Yixing's hair, using the hold to guide his head up and down at the pace he wants. Kyungsoo is in heaven, lips now parted to drag in enough air and he thinks they're going to get away with this completely until Yixing starts humming.
He's humming and Kyungsoo's moan is far too loud in the confined space, but it does the trick; the constant vibrations coupled with his dick hitting the back of Yixing's mouth and he loses it. Yixing takes over when Kyungsoo stops moving him, one hand keeping his cock steady as his tongue laps around to catch it all. When Kyungsoo raises his eyes to make sure no one heard, he locks gazes with Yifan and swallows hard. He's so fucked.
Kyungsoo is sucking the juice out of a chunk of pineapple, delicately picking the pieces out of the bowl with two fingers before placing them between his lips. It's lunch time and everyone is too busy eating to bother with conversation. Kyungsoo takes the time to relax, shoulders slumping and legs spreading under the table.
There are two empty buckets of fried chicken knocked over in the middle of the table and one that's over half gone. Kyungsoo had one piece earlier, but he left the rest to people who would appreciate it more. He's content with his fruit
Across the table, Kyungsoo watches as Tao licks chicken grease off his fingers one at a time. His lips and the area around them are shiny and Kyungsoo's eyes gloss over at the idea of those same lips wrapped around his cock. With everything that's been going on, he just can't help it. Tao catches his gaze and Kyungsoo holds it, watching with interest as Tao lowers in his chair until only his head is visible. And then that disappears too.
Kyungsoo discovers, to his delight, that Tao has crawled over to him, large hands landing on Kyungsoo's knees and traveling up. Fingers grip his cock through his pants, massaging it through the thin fabric until he's hard. Kyungsoo concentrates on his food, biting down hard on a piece of pineapple and chewing slowly before swallowing. Tao doesn't have any resistance getting Kyungsoo's pants down far enough for his hard cock to pop out.
The sound of Tao slurping him down - mouth oh so soft and slick from the grease still on his lips - is drowned out by the steady increase in chatter. As bellies fill, mouths are left unoccupied and there are several members who always feel the need to fill the silence with something when they're all together. Kyungsoo has no idea what they're talking about, his pulse pounding in his ears and one hand now gripping the side of his chair to keep from thrusting up and slamming Tao's head into the table. He'd hate to concuss him because of a blowjob.
Luhan's laughter is loud and attention grabbing, hand slapping down on the table as he bounces in his chair. Kyungsoo smiles only because it would look awkward if he wasn't. It's wobbly and drops soon enough because Tao has the entirety of his cock in his mouth, tongue pressed against the base and it sends a shudder up his spine.
"Where's Tao?" Sehun questions and all eyes fall on his empty chair. There are shrugs and confused faces until, like dominoes, every single one of his groupmates turn their eyes on him. The heat that he'd been controlling so well feels like it's going to combust as they watch. There's no point in keeping up appearances and Kyungsoo moans, head tilting back and hips jerking upward when Tao starts bobbing his head.
Kyungsoo doesn't know if it's a help or hindrance that no one speaks, no one moves and they all seem to be focused on witnessing him trembling and flush as Tao sucks him for all he's worth. And it's the way his heart is racing, heat sending drops of sweat down his neck while Tao moans around his cock that has him running fingers through his own hair to pull.
His neck jerks back as Jongin, who is sitting just to his right, gets a better hold and forces him back. Kyungsoo cries out, ass lifting off the chair and he cums with Tao's lips suctioned over the head of his cock and Jongin tugging so hard it feels like his head is about to snap off.
Fingers soothe over the sore spot on his scalp, Jongin looking apologetic, but Kyungsoo gives him a fond, blissed out smile as he comes down from his high. Tao is nice enough to tuck him back inside his pants before reappearing in his chair across the table. There's the widest smile on his face and he can't stop licking his lips.
"Dessert was great."
It's a rare occasion when Kyungsoo is thankful for a full schedule that leaves little time to do anything save doze between takes and bird bath in the sink. Right now, he's wavering on the side of grateful that no one has lunged for his dick in almost forty-eight hours and he knows it's only because they're in public. Sehun's been handsy with him all day and Jongin has taken to smirking whenever he catches his eyes, leaving Kyungsoo on his toes.
They're backstage before a performance, all dressed in their school boy uniforms and slicked up hair even though they don't have to be on for a good hour. It never hurts to be prepared though.
Kyungsoo is hunched over in his chair, head hanging almost to his knees as they wait. He startles a little when fingers dig into the back of his neck, slowly beginning to massage out the tension. Humming, he flexes his shoulders, sighs deep when whoever it is moves down, working out knots and stiff muscles. "You're too tense," Minseok says from behind him and Kyungsoo smiles.
"You're doing a great job of making it go away, hyung."
"I could do a better job if we were alone."
It's a sudden shot of arousal, the idea of Minseok wanting his cock making his stomach clench with desire and it has Kyungsoo on his feet faster than he thought possible. There's a small changing room not far down the hall and they slip inside, taking care to flip the lock after the door is shut.
They have to be careful, keep hands away from styled hair and dirt off their outfits or there will be hell to pay. It's going to be decidedly more challenging for Minseok who eventually just squats, balancing on the balls of his feet with a look of concentration on his face. He braces himself with a hand on Kyungsoo's thigh as Kyungsoo wriggles out of his pants and briefs. Minseok keeps them up around his thighs with both hands and Kyungsoo so generously holds his hardening cock out so Minseok doesn't have to chance falling to get to it.
They exchange a look of amusement before Minseok is tonguing the slit, sinking down until his lips hit Kyungsoo's fingers. He's not completely hard yet, but it doesn't take long; not with the way Minseok's eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks and his lips stretch around his cock, pink against red. He's always found Minseok exceptionally attractive and despite the urgency to finish so they're seen with the others, Kyungsoo appreciates watching.
Minseok is talented, tongue always moving and cheeks hollowed so his cock drags along them with each bob of his head. He wishes he could fist hands in his hair, thrust into his mouth and then stows the idea away for next time. Next time.
Kyungsoo is panting, sweat beading under his clothes that he hopes dries before they have to go on stage. Minseok is speeding, sucking tighter and tighter. His teeth come out just enough to have Kyungsoo slamming both fists into the door as he cums, body shuddering and Minseok's mouth filling.
He barely registers being tucked back inside his briefs until the fabric settles over sensitive skin and draws his attention. There's an apologetic look on Minseok's face, patting Kyungsoo's dick affectionately before tugging his pants up. They check over each other, making sure there's nothing out of place and Kyungsoo has to tug Minseok back when he tries to leave. He swipes a bit of cum off the corner of Minseok's mouth and then licks it off with a smile. "Thanks, hyung."
It isn't that Kyungsoo is counting (yes he is) but he can't help but wonder why every single one of the guys has wanted a taste of his dick save for Yifan. They've held several long, telling looks that indicate Yifan is at least curious, but he never makes a move. Kyungsoo would be fine with Yifan not doing anything if there wasn't any interest. It riles him up, has him second guessing himself each time he ends up outside Yifan's room.
Every time he goes to knock, his hand falls and he shuffles off, wondering if maybe he's just misreading the signs.
Yifan lays a hand too high up on Kyungsoo's thigh to not be on purpose, but he's engrossed in conversation with Joonmyun across the table. On a different day, Yifan blatantly drags his eyes over Kyungsoo from top to bottom, lower lip in his teeth and a upper lip curled into a smirk. Kyungsoo gets hard embarrassingly fast, yet Yifan does nothing.
The mixed signals are sending Kyungsoo's hormones into a tizzy and he's fed up. This time, when he goes to knock on Yifan's door, he actually does it. A gruff permission for entrance is called out and Kyungsoo has to take in a calming breath before opening the door and walking in. Yifan is propped on his bed, legs drawn up with a book on his lap. Kyungsoo almost feels bad for interrupting.
"Is there something you want to say?" Yifan asks, almost as if he already knows why Kyungsoo is here. And he probably does. However, the words stick in Kyungsoo's throat because what if he's wrong. What if this was just a game to see if he'd come crawling to Yifan? It doesn't sit well in his stomach and he backs up a step.
"Nevermind," he mumbles. "Have a good night."
Before Kyungsoo can get to the door, Yifan is in front of it, leaning his weight against it with his arms crossed. "Is this because I haven't come begging for your cock?" Suddenly Yifan is grabbing at him, pulling and pushing until Kyungsoo is flopping on his mattress with wide, confused eyes. "Have all the others had a taste?" Yifan has a knee between Kyungsoo's thighs, guiding him further up the bed until he's laying flat and Yifan is hovering over him. Kyungsoo nods, anticipation starting to edge in against the nerves. Yifan dips his head, licks up the shell of Kyungsoo's ear. "Good."
Yifan has a hand inside Kyungsoo's pants, long fingers and wide palm curling around his cock as it hardens. Just knowing that Yifan is about to go down on him has Kyungsoo so turned on it hurts. Lanky limbs turn graceful, slinking down like a predatory cat when Yifan moves, peeling Kyungsoo's pants off and tossing them aside. Kyungsoo lets his legs fall open shamelessly, giving Yifan enough space to fit between them. He's so large and imposing, but the threatening demeanor is halved when Kyungsoo takes into account that Yifan is eyeing his cock like a prize.
Yifan's lips are soft, grazing over the head with enough pressure to make Kyungsoo want to lift into it, but his hips are pinned by large hands. It drives him a little crazy, knowing he's completely under Yifan's control. Yifan knows it too, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his mouth that fades with his patience. Kyungsoo is already breathing hard and Yifan's barely done anything to him yet. The fucker clearly gets off on power and Kyungsoo almost wants to deny him of it.
The thought disappears as Yifan licks at the pooling precum and then makes this little appreciative noise before slipping the head of Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth. Kyungsoo is practically willing to do anything to make Yifan keep going, the strain of being held still ramping his arousal up even further. Unable to sit up, Kyungsoo has to stare at the white ceiling, hands clenched in Yifan's pillow on either side of his head. He's dragged further down the bed suddenly and Kyungsoo yelps in surprise. Yifan's chuckle is deep and it vibrates around Kyungsoo's cock deliciously.
Yifan props Kyungsoo's legs over his shoulders and curls his arms around his thighs, hands warm against goosebump covered skin. It's a small breather even if Kyungsoo's stomach is twisted in knots, waiting for the action to start. There's no warning before Yifan slurps down his cock, taking it to the base and then back to the tip. The pleasure is intense enough to have him wanting Yifan to stop if only to let him compose himself, but that's not an option. Yifan moves up and down, a slick effortless glide that never falters from its fast rhythm. Kyungsoo can barely breathe and he whimpers when Yifan's fingers dig into him hard enough to bruise so he stops squirming.
Kyungsoo's back bows up, balls tight and cock so hot he feels like he's about to combust. He's going to cum and he sobs, nearly screams when Yifan pulls off completely. His cock slaps against his stomach, leaving patches of saliva on his skin and the relentless heat eases, uncoils enough to bring him back from the brink.
He fucking hates Yifan.
This happens again, Yifan with his perfect combination of suction and speed stopping just before Kyungsoo can cum, leaving him a blubbering mess in the sheets. By the fourth time, Yifan has to haul Kyungsoo's lower half off the bed completely, holding his weight up as he relentlessly bobs his head and takes him to that edge again.
Kyungsoo knows to expect the full stop now and when it doesn't happen, he's caught off guard. His calves lock around Yifan when he finally reaches that pinnacle. There's a loud scream that rips out of his throat, which Yifan will probably gloat about later. But right now Kyungsoo is dealing with the constant waves that wash over him, leave him boneless and sweaty and so close to falling asleep right then and there. Yifan slowly lowers him to the mattress, gently laying his legs flat before he climbs up to prop beside him.
"You really do taste great."
"Fuck," Kyungsoo breathes, chest still heaving and skin a blotchy red. "Why did you wait so long to do that?"
Yifan gives a half-hearted shrug. "Wanted to save the best for last."
Kyungsoo wheezes and burrows under Yifan's covers, content to not move until morning. Maybe by then the secondhand embarrassment will be gone.
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words can't express how sorry i am over this
i'm so so so so so so so so so sorry
no really
i'm sorry
i'm done with myself
i should be forcibly removed from the fandom, exiled into the cold, dark wasteland of eternity
i also consumed about fifty thousand twizzlers while writing this