[Fic] Action!
Title: Action!
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: NC17
Length: 3200w
Author's Note: written for this prompt over at exopromptmeme
Summary: This is not how Kyungsoo expects his first day as a pornstar to go.
Kyungsoo isn’t dressed for this. He’s wearing a pair of ratty jeans and a large sweater that keeps slipping off his shoulder. If he’d known they were going to call him into the office after dropping off his medical records, he would have tossed on clothes befitting a proper meeting.
He feels small, out of place as the man behind a polished, neatly organized desk complete with shiny nameplate - Kim Joonmyun, CEO - flips through his file to ensure Kyungsoo has all the appropriate forms filled out and that his bloodwork came back fine. (Of course it did. Kyungsoo is never anything less than careful.)
“Everything seems to be in order.”
Kyungsoo shudders at the smile oriented at him, but returns it graciously.
“Normally, when a new actor joins the company, we like to break them in to the public with solo videos - introduce the goods before the face kind of thing, you know - but in your case, I’m afraid we’re going to have to dive right in.”
“I’m sorry? Dive in to what exactly?”
“I’m sure you’re familiar with our roster?” Mr. Kim glances at Kyungsoo and waits for a nod before continuing. “One of our actors - Park Chanyeol - didn’t show for this morning’s filming and he can’t be reached. So you will be filling in for him.”
Mr. Kim shoots Kyungsoo another award-winning smile and Kyungsoo thinks he might be a little sick. “Who am I working with?” Kyungsoo inquires as he follows the other man out of the office and toward the elevator at the end of the hall.
“Byun Baekhyun.”
Kyungsoo’s mouth goes dry. Everyone in the industry knows who Byun Baekhyun is; he’s won awards for several of his films and even one for best ass - three years running. He’s the number one bottom in the porn business and Kyungsoo feels out of his depth. Kyungsoo’s read all the informational packets they gave him when he passed the first screening process and he’s nearly memorized what parts of him are supposed to be shaved and the list of things to do and not to do on camera, but this is totally not what he’d been expecting.
They take the elevator down and Kyungsoo thinks he left his stomach at the bottom of the shaft. He had been hoping for more advance notice before filming, enough time for him to mentally prepare. His dick - and his face - are going to be up close and personal with a lot of strangers and a pep talk would be nice. The last thing he needs is performance anxiety.
The dressing room Kyungsoo finds himself in is full of staff and Mr. Kim claps his hands to get their attention. “Everyone, this is Do Kyungsoo,” he begins, gesturing to Kyungsoo whose toes curl in his beat up sneakers.
Baekhyun is the one who speaks first, his eyes fixated on where Kyungsoo’s sweater has fallen off his shoulder - again. He’s pretty with his dyed red hair and pink upturned lips and Kyungsoo can’t stop staring. “If you’re trying to replace me with a prettier bottom, you’re going to have to try harder.”
Mr. Kim laughs. “Kyungsoo is here to fill in for Chanyeol, Baekhyun. Not you.” And then he spins, patting Kyungsoo on the back. “You’ll do great.”
Kyungsoo has no idea what’s going on. After being wrestled out of his sweater and into a chair, someone - Yixing he thinks he said his name was - starts working on his hair and makeup. From the corner of his eye, he can see Baekhyun sizing him up and Kyungsoo takes in several deep, calming breaths. He can do this.
Baekhyun, however, doesn’t seem to share the sentiment. “Yah, new guy, have you ever fucked someone before?” Baekhyun demands, his head turning away from Kyungsoo when his stylist starts running a brush through his hair. “I swear, if Joonmyun’s stuck me with some virginal twink who thinks he can fuck me good enough, I’m going to quit.”
“Don’t mind him,” comes Yixing’s voice in Kyungsoo’s ear. “He’’ll come around.”
Kyungsoo isn’t so sure.
“Chanyeol’s cock is a fucking masterpiece,” Baekhyun laments with a sigh. “I was looking forward to getting a decent fuck, but what I get is the new guy.”
Kyungsoo tries not to let the way Baekhyun’s lip curls up when he looks at him affect him, but it’s a lost fight. Kyungsoo is pissed.
“How am I supposed to look dainty and cute when the guy fucking me is smaller than I am!” Baekhyun bemoans, not even bothering to keep his voice low. Kyungsoo fists his fingers in the coarse material of the towel draped over his lap.
“Yes, dainty,” Yixing repeats with a laugh. “You look positively dainty with a cock in your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” Baekhyun spits.
At least the room gets a reprieve when Baekhyun has to keep his mouth shut for his makeup. Kyungsoo simmers in his anger, already imagining how wonderful it will feel to put Baekhyun in his place - face down, ass up - and make him beg for his cock. Kyungsoo didn’t get this job because of his face; he got it because of his dick and he’s going to prove it.
“Lu Han!” Baekhyun calls as soon as his makeup is finished. “Come help me get this plug out of my ass!”
Kyungsoo is sitting on the edge of a bed, a towel around his waist and nothing on underneath. People are still flitting around the studio, adjusting lights and boom mics and adding little things that make it appear as if they’re in an actual bedroom.
“You alright?” Jongdae - the cameraman and director for this shoot - asks. There are stationary cameras set up all around, but Jongdae has one for himself too, presumably to get the good, close up shots.
“Um, isn’t there supposed to be a script or something?”
Jongdae grins and plops down on the mattress beside Kyungsoo, resting an arm around his shoulders. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun have teamed up enough that most of their videos are adlibbed now. There’s no plot or storyline with this one. You’re gonna lay in bed and Baekhyun is going to sneak in after so he can blow you and then you get to fuck him after. Easy peasy.” Jongdae looks down at Kyungsoo’s lap. “Oh, do you need a fluffer? Lu Han’s mouth is amazing.”
Kyungsoo thinks about Baekhyun choking on his dick and shakes his head. “No, I’m good.”
“Alright then, let’s make some magic.” Jongdae stands up on the mattress and cups his hands around his mouth. “Alright you fuckers, get off my set!”
Kyungsoo likes Jongdae. Kyungsoo also likes that he’s left mostly alone on the set save for a few essential crew and it’s easier to settle down under the comforter on the bed, laying comfortably on his back after wiggling out of his towel and handing it off to Yixing.
The lights go dim, like the soft glow of a table lamp, and Kyungsoo tries not to think about everyone around him. His eyes flutter closed and he imagines being back at home, snug in his own bed, under his own blankets and some of the nerves melt away.
There’s a quiet, “action,” that Jongdae nearly whispers and the room goes silent. There’s rustling and he nearly startles when he hears Jongdae beside him. “Keep your eyes closed and start touching yourself,” he instructs.
Cautiously, Kyungsoo slides his hands down his body, his legs spreading under the blankets. One hand rests high on his thigh as the other grips around the base of his cock. He’s half hard despite the nerves, but Baekhyun is enough of a motivator to keep him from going soft.
“That’s it, a little more; make sure the camera can pick up on your movements.”
Kyungsoo bites down on his bottom lip when he strokes down his cock, fingers in a tight circle. It doesn’t take much for him to be achingly hard, hips rutting up into his hold as he breathes heavily through his nose. He makes sure to bring his fist all the way up, the blankets moving with it, and back down slowly.
“Baekhyun is going to come in now.”
Kyungsoo keeps his eyes closed even when he feels the dip on the bed, Baekhyun’s weight slowly moving upward. A low moan escapes Kyungsoo’s throat when he tightens his fingers around the base of his cock.
“You started without me,” comes Baekhyun’s voice and Kyungsoo’s eyes open to see Baekhyun over him, naked and completely gorgeous. His eyes are lined and his hair is pushed off his forehead and there’s gloss on his pouty lips.
“I was tired of waiting,” Kyungsoo answers, a smirk tugging up one side of his mouth as he sits up. The covers fall to his waist and his free arm drapes around Baekhyun’s neck to pull him in. “But if you want a taste, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”
Baekhyun is clearly surprised when Kyungsoo kisses him, but he quickly adjusts, his lips falling open to let Kyungsoo lick into his mouth. It’s showy, tongues snaking along each other and teeth sinking into plush lips to pull. Baekhyun hisses when Kyungsoo sucks his lower lip into his mouth after, tonguing across the surface before releasing him.
“Please, baby,” Baekhyun purrs, kissing down the column of Kyungsoo’s throat. “Let me taste you.”
Kyungsoo leans back on his elbows, allowing Baekhyun to continue to his chest, circling each of Kyungsoo’s nipples with his tongue before going further. For someone who was so scathing, Baekhyun seems quite eager to pull the blankets down so he can get to Kyungsoo’s cock. And it irks Kyungsoo that Baekhyun is that good of an actor.
“Holy shit,” Baekhyun gasps when Kyungsoo’s cock is in view. Someone on the set snorts in amusement and Kyungsoo suspects Jongdae.
Kyungsoo flexes his cock, a sticky line of precome stretching between the tip and his stomach before it drops back down. Baekhyun visibly gulps when he reaches out and wraps his slender fingers around the girth, squeezes deliciously tight around the base. Kyungsoo moans, lifting into the touch.
Jongdae comes into view, the camera following Baekhyun’s mouth as he descends, his tongue flattening on the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock and licking up to the tip before taking it between his lips. Baekhyun hums when he gets a taste of Kyungsoo, his tongue laving over the slit of his cock before he sinks his mouth lower.
With his lips stretched wide enough to turn white on the sides, Baekhyun bobs his head on Kyungsoo’s cock, wetting as much of it as he can and letting saliva drip down so his fingers slide easier around what he can’t fit. Kyungsoo enjoys the sight more than he probably should, but watching Baekhyun swallowing him down like a good little cockslut after the way he acted earlier is vindicating.
“Fuck his mouth,” Jongdae says just loud enough for Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to hear.
Kyungsoo feels Baekhyun’s jaw go slack and he reaches down to fist a handful of those pretty red locks before he rolls his hips upward. The crown of his cock hits against the back of Baekhyun’s mouth and they both moan.
He’s not nice. He can feel the way Baekhyun fights to breathe, sees the tears that are starting to cling to his eyelashes and Kyungsoo brings Baekhyun’s head down further. The way Baekhyun’s throat constricts around the head of his cock is heavenly and Kyungsoo is openly moaning, relentless as his cock fucks Baekhyun’s mouth raw. He wants Baekhyun to feel the sting even tomorrow, to be unable to open his mouth without it burning around the edges from the friction.
Baekhyun reaches down between his legs, clamping his pretty fingers around the base of his own cock. “Fuck,” Kyungsoo exhales, head finally falling back. Baekhyun’s getting off on this.
The idea of coming inside Baekhyun’s mouth, of pulling out and watching as his come decorates Baekhyun’s face has Kyungsoo roughly tugging on Baekhyun’s hair to get him off his cock before he loses it. Baekhyun whines when it slips from his lips and tries to go back down. Kyungsoo releases Baekhyun’s hair and grabs his cock, slapping it against Baekhyun’s cheek. It leaves a clear line across the skin.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun demands from between Kyungsoo’s legs. He crawls up, settling his weight on Kyungsoo’s waist as he leans in enough for Kyungsoo to feel his breath on his face. “Fuck me.” This time is more of a whine and Kyungsoo allows Baekhyun to kiss him once before he takes over.
Kyungsoo isn’t gentle when he takes hold of Baekhyun, fingertips digging into his sides to guide him off his lap and onto the bed. He forces Baekhyun onto his elbows and knees, a hand on the back of Baekhyun’s neck to keep him there.
“You want me to fuck you that much?” he asks, letting the tip of his cock slide down Baekhyun’s crack. Baekhyun’s hole is already stretched and wet from earlier prep and Kyungsoo could push in so easily, but safety first.
“Please,” Baekhyun whines, wiggling his hips.
There’s a condom on the bedside table and Kyungsoo reaches over to grab it, having to release his hold on Baekhyun to put it on. The latex rolls down smoothly and Kyungsoo slathers on a layer of lube over it from the provided bottle, tossing it aside when he’s done.
When he glances up, he sees Baekhyun looking at him, bottom lip secure in his teeth and his cheeks pink and eyeliner smudged around the edges. “Fuck me, baby.”
Kyungsoo fits the crown of his cock against Baekhyun’s rim, rocking forward just enough for Baekhyun to feel the pressure. Baekhyun tries to push back, but Kyungsoo leans away and relishes the noise of desperation that spills from Baekhyun’s mouth.
With a hand on Baekhyun’s lower back, Kyungsoo guides his cock into the stretched hole gently, groaning from the tight fit that squeezes around the crown when it finally fits through. Baekhyun is already clamping down around him, his knees sliding further apart on the sheets. Kyungsoo watches as his cock disappears into Baekhyun’s pliant body, his puffy pink entrance sucking him in until his hips rest snugly against Baekhyun’s plush cheeks.
“You feel so good,” Kyungsoo compliments breathlessly, his hands moving to knead the soft skin of Baekhyun’s ass cheeks. He sees Jongdae with a knee on the bed, the camera zooming in on where they’re connected and he spreads Baekhyun wide for a better picture. Jongdae gives Kyungsoo a small nod.
Kyungsoo pulls out of Baekhyun slowly, letting the crown hold him open before he pushes back in just as slow. He does this a few times, watching the shudder that runs up and down Baekhyun’s spine, his upper body sinking down until his shoulder blades pop out and his face is buried in the blankets.
Jongdae moves off the bed and Kyungsoo ups the pace now that he doesn’t have to worry about shaking the camera. Baekhyun nearly screams when Kyungsoo fucks into him hard and fast, hands slotted on his hips to pull him back. The bed creaks with their movements, mixes with their heavy breathing.
Kyungsoo fucks Baekhyun like he wants to leave the imprint of his cock along the walls of his ass, like he wants Baekhyun to never want another cock the way he wants Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo wants to fucking ruin Baekhyun.
He coaxes Baekhyun’s thighs further apart, knowing the stretch is uncomfortable, but Baekhyun is still pushing back on his cock, moaning and clawing at the blankets for better leverage. Jongdae crouches in front of Baekhyun and Kyungsoo reaches out to grab Baekhyun’s hair and lift his face. Kyungsoo knows he’s going to have to get his hands on a copy of this; he needs to see Baekhyun’s face with his own eyes.
“Oh fuck,” Baekhyun moans.
Kyungsoo feels Baekhyun tightening around him, his thighs trembling and movements growing frantic. With a twist of his hand, Kyungsoo brings Baekhyun up further and Baekhyun lets out a strangled cry as his body goes rigid. Jongdae aims the camera lower and captures Baekhyun coming over the blankets without being touched.
The way Baekhyun flutters around him, the muscles constricting and massaging around his cock have Kyungsoo reaching his peak. He slows just enough to allow Jongdae the time to move around and film him pulling out. Baekhyun slumps lower as Kyungsoo rolls off the condom and fists his cock, stroking tight and fast until he comes across Baekhyun’s ass and thighs.
The last scene of the film is Kyungsoo rubbing his come into Baekhyun’s skin.
The moment Jongdae calls for a cut, the lights get brighter and people start filtering into the room. Yixing hands Kyungsoo his towel and he uses it to cover his dick as he falls back on the bed. Jongdae gives Kyungsoo a cheeky grin. “Most newbies need several takes, but you knocked that out in one. You’re gonna do great in this business.” Jongdae slaps Baekhyun on the side of his thigh on his way past. “Get up you lazy ass.”
Kyungsoo is still reveling in his post-orgasm buzz, smiling lazily at everyone even as Yixing leads him out of the studio and into the showers. Kyungsoo thinks he’s going to love his new job.
It feels a little surreal, standing outside the SM Ent. building in his ratty jeans and too large sweater. Kyungsoo looks up at the building and then at the people driving past with no idea of what he’s just done. It’s exhilarating.
“Kyungsoo?”
He startles at the voice beside him and Kyungsoo turns to see Baekhyun standing at his side. “Baekhyun?”
“I want to apologize for, you know, earlier. I know it’s no excuse, but this is my job and it hinges on who I’m paired with and I underestimated you. By a lot. So I’m sorry.”
Kyungsoo looks at a makeup free Baekhyun who’s dressed in a tshirt and jeans, his hair fluffy from his shower and unstyled. He still looks pretty, but far more genuine. “Apology accepted.”
A smiles breaks out on Baekhyun’s face and he clears his throat. “I was thinking,” Baekhyun starts, his hands sliding into his pockets as he rocks on his heels, “maybe I could buy you dinner sometime?”
Kyungsoo stares at him in disbelief, watching as the smile slowly fades from Baekhyun’s lips.
“Or not, you know, it’s alright.” Baekhyun teeters forward one last time before taking a step back to leave.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun answers with a shrug. “I’d like to get to know the man behind the dick.”
Kyungsoo chuckles before giving Baekhyun a nod. “Alright, dinner it is, but you have to take me someplace nice.”
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, but his smile is bright and Kyungsoo lets Baekhyun link their arms and drag him down the street. “Come on, I know just the place.”
“But it’s lunch time,” Kyungsoo protests.
“I know. We’ll do lunch now and dinner later. Two dates in one. That way I don’t feel so bad putting out on the third.”
Kyungsoo sputters and Baekhyun pulls him along faster.
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Rating: NC17
Length: 3200w
Author's Note: written for this prompt over at exopromptmeme
Summary: This is not how Kyungsoo expects his first day as a pornstar to go.
Kyungsoo isn’t dressed for this. He’s wearing a pair of ratty jeans and a large sweater that keeps slipping off his shoulder. If he’d known they were going to call him into the office after dropping off his medical records, he would have tossed on clothes befitting a proper meeting.
He feels small, out of place as the man behind a polished, neatly organized desk complete with shiny nameplate - Kim Joonmyun, CEO - flips through his file to ensure Kyungsoo has all the appropriate forms filled out and that his bloodwork came back fine. (Of course it did. Kyungsoo is never anything less than careful.)
“Everything seems to be in order.”
Kyungsoo shudders at the smile oriented at him, but returns it graciously.
“Normally, when a new actor joins the company, we like to break them in to the public with solo videos - introduce the goods before the face kind of thing, you know - but in your case, I’m afraid we’re going to have to dive right in.”
“I’m sorry? Dive in to what exactly?”
“I’m sure you’re familiar with our roster?” Mr. Kim glances at Kyungsoo and waits for a nod before continuing. “One of our actors - Park Chanyeol - didn’t show for this morning’s filming and he can’t be reached. So you will be filling in for him.”
Mr. Kim shoots Kyungsoo another award-winning smile and Kyungsoo thinks he might be a little sick. “Who am I working with?” Kyungsoo inquires as he follows the other man out of the office and toward the elevator at the end of the hall.
“Byun Baekhyun.”
Kyungsoo’s mouth goes dry. Everyone in the industry knows who Byun Baekhyun is; he’s won awards for several of his films and even one for best ass - three years running. He’s the number one bottom in the porn business and Kyungsoo feels out of his depth. Kyungsoo’s read all the informational packets they gave him when he passed the first screening process and he’s nearly memorized what parts of him are supposed to be shaved and the list of things to do and not to do on camera, but this is totally not what he’d been expecting.
They take the elevator down and Kyungsoo thinks he left his stomach at the bottom of the shaft. He had been hoping for more advance notice before filming, enough time for him to mentally prepare. His dick - and his face - are going to be up close and personal with a lot of strangers and a pep talk would be nice. The last thing he needs is performance anxiety.
The dressing room Kyungsoo finds himself in is full of staff and Mr. Kim claps his hands to get their attention. “Everyone, this is Do Kyungsoo,” he begins, gesturing to Kyungsoo whose toes curl in his beat up sneakers.
Baekhyun is the one who speaks first, his eyes fixated on where Kyungsoo’s sweater has fallen off his shoulder - again. He’s pretty with his dyed red hair and pink upturned lips and Kyungsoo can’t stop staring. “If you’re trying to replace me with a prettier bottom, you’re going to have to try harder.”
Mr. Kim laughs. “Kyungsoo is here to fill in for Chanyeol, Baekhyun. Not you.” And then he spins, patting Kyungsoo on the back. “You’ll do great.”
Kyungsoo has no idea what’s going on. After being wrestled out of his sweater and into a chair, someone - Yixing he thinks he said his name was - starts working on his hair and makeup. From the corner of his eye, he can see Baekhyun sizing him up and Kyungsoo takes in several deep, calming breaths. He can do this.
Baekhyun, however, doesn’t seem to share the sentiment. “Yah, new guy, have you ever fucked someone before?” Baekhyun demands, his head turning away from Kyungsoo when his stylist starts running a brush through his hair. “I swear, if Joonmyun’s stuck me with some virginal twink who thinks he can fuck me good enough, I’m going to quit.”
“Don’t mind him,” comes Yixing’s voice in Kyungsoo’s ear. “He’’ll come around.”
Kyungsoo isn’t so sure.
“Chanyeol’s cock is a fucking masterpiece,” Baekhyun laments with a sigh. “I was looking forward to getting a decent fuck, but what I get is the new guy.”
Kyungsoo tries not to let the way Baekhyun’s lip curls up when he looks at him affect him, but it’s a lost fight. Kyungsoo is pissed.
“How am I supposed to look dainty and cute when the guy fucking me is smaller than I am!” Baekhyun bemoans, not even bothering to keep his voice low. Kyungsoo fists his fingers in the coarse material of the towel draped over his lap.
“Yes, dainty,” Yixing repeats with a laugh. “You look positively dainty with a cock in your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” Baekhyun spits.
At least the room gets a reprieve when Baekhyun has to keep his mouth shut for his makeup. Kyungsoo simmers in his anger, already imagining how wonderful it will feel to put Baekhyun in his place - face down, ass up - and make him beg for his cock. Kyungsoo didn’t get this job because of his face; he got it because of his dick and he’s going to prove it.
“Lu Han!” Baekhyun calls as soon as his makeup is finished. “Come help me get this plug out of my ass!”
Kyungsoo is sitting on the edge of a bed, a towel around his waist and nothing on underneath. People are still flitting around the studio, adjusting lights and boom mics and adding little things that make it appear as if they’re in an actual bedroom.
“You alright?” Jongdae - the cameraman and director for this shoot - asks. There are stationary cameras set up all around, but Jongdae has one for himself too, presumably to get the good, close up shots.
“Um, isn’t there supposed to be a script or something?”
Jongdae grins and plops down on the mattress beside Kyungsoo, resting an arm around his shoulders. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun have teamed up enough that most of their videos are adlibbed now. There’s no plot or storyline with this one. You’re gonna lay in bed and Baekhyun is going to sneak in after so he can blow you and then you get to fuck him after. Easy peasy.” Jongdae looks down at Kyungsoo’s lap. “Oh, do you need a fluffer? Lu Han’s mouth is amazing.”
Kyungsoo thinks about Baekhyun choking on his dick and shakes his head. “No, I’m good.”
“Alright then, let’s make some magic.” Jongdae stands up on the mattress and cups his hands around his mouth. “Alright you fuckers, get off my set!”
Kyungsoo likes Jongdae. Kyungsoo also likes that he’s left mostly alone on the set save for a few essential crew and it’s easier to settle down under the comforter on the bed, laying comfortably on his back after wiggling out of his towel and handing it off to Yixing.
The lights go dim, like the soft glow of a table lamp, and Kyungsoo tries not to think about everyone around him. His eyes flutter closed and he imagines being back at home, snug in his own bed, under his own blankets and some of the nerves melt away.
There’s a quiet, “action,” that Jongdae nearly whispers and the room goes silent. There’s rustling and he nearly startles when he hears Jongdae beside him. “Keep your eyes closed and start touching yourself,” he instructs.
Cautiously, Kyungsoo slides his hands down his body, his legs spreading under the blankets. One hand rests high on his thigh as the other grips around the base of his cock. He’s half hard despite the nerves, but Baekhyun is enough of a motivator to keep him from going soft.
“That’s it, a little more; make sure the camera can pick up on your movements.”
Kyungsoo bites down on his bottom lip when he strokes down his cock, fingers in a tight circle. It doesn’t take much for him to be achingly hard, hips rutting up into his hold as he breathes heavily through his nose. He makes sure to bring his fist all the way up, the blankets moving with it, and back down slowly.
“Baekhyun is going to come in now.”
Kyungsoo keeps his eyes closed even when he feels the dip on the bed, Baekhyun’s weight slowly moving upward. A low moan escapes Kyungsoo’s throat when he tightens his fingers around the base of his cock.
“You started without me,” comes Baekhyun’s voice and Kyungsoo’s eyes open to see Baekhyun over him, naked and completely gorgeous. His eyes are lined and his hair is pushed off his forehead and there’s gloss on his pouty lips.
“I was tired of waiting,” Kyungsoo answers, a smirk tugging up one side of his mouth as he sits up. The covers fall to his waist and his free arm drapes around Baekhyun’s neck to pull him in. “But if you want a taste, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”
Baekhyun is clearly surprised when Kyungsoo kisses him, but he quickly adjusts, his lips falling open to let Kyungsoo lick into his mouth. It’s showy, tongues snaking along each other and teeth sinking into plush lips to pull. Baekhyun hisses when Kyungsoo sucks his lower lip into his mouth after, tonguing across the surface before releasing him.
“Please, baby,” Baekhyun purrs, kissing down the column of Kyungsoo’s throat. “Let me taste you.”
Kyungsoo leans back on his elbows, allowing Baekhyun to continue to his chest, circling each of Kyungsoo’s nipples with his tongue before going further. For someone who was so scathing, Baekhyun seems quite eager to pull the blankets down so he can get to Kyungsoo’s cock. And it irks Kyungsoo that Baekhyun is that good of an actor.
“Holy shit,” Baekhyun gasps when Kyungsoo’s cock is in view. Someone on the set snorts in amusement and Kyungsoo suspects Jongdae.
Kyungsoo flexes his cock, a sticky line of precome stretching between the tip and his stomach before it drops back down. Baekhyun visibly gulps when he reaches out and wraps his slender fingers around the girth, squeezes deliciously tight around the base. Kyungsoo moans, lifting into the touch.
Jongdae comes into view, the camera following Baekhyun’s mouth as he descends, his tongue flattening on the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock and licking up to the tip before taking it between his lips. Baekhyun hums when he gets a taste of Kyungsoo, his tongue laving over the slit of his cock before he sinks his mouth lower.
With his lips stretched wide enough to turn white on the sides, Baekhyun bobs his head on Kyungsoo’s cock, wetting as much of it as he can and letting saliva drip down so his fingers slide easier around what he can’t fit. Kyungsoo enjoys the sight more than he probably should, but watching Baekhyun swallowing him down like a good little cockslut after the way he acted earlier is vindicating.
“Fuck his mouth,” Jongdae says just loud enough for Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to hear.
Kyungsoo feels Baekhyun’s jaw go slack and he reaches down to fist a handful of those pretty red locks before he rolls his hips upward. The crown of his cock hits against the back of Baekhyun’s mouth and they both moan.
He’s not nice. He can feel the way Baekhyun fights to breathe, sees the tears that are starting to cling to his eyelashes and Kyungsoo brings Baekhyun’s head down further. The way Baekhyun’s throat constricts around the head of his cock is heavenly and Kyungsoo is openly moaning, relentless as his cock fucks Baekhyun’s mouth raw. He wants Baekhyun to feel the sting even tomorrow, to be unable to open his mouth without it burning around the edges from the friction.
Baekhyun reaches down between his legs, clamping his pretty fingers around the base of his own cock. “Fuck,” Kyungsoo exhales, head finally falling back. Baekhyun’s getting off on this.
The idea of coming inside Baekhyun’s mouth, of pulling out and watching as his come decorates Baekhyun’s face has Kyungsoo roughly tugging on Baekhyun’s hair to get him off his cock before he loses it. Baekhyun whines when it slips from his lips and tries to go back down. Kyungsoo releases Baekhyun’s hair and grabs his cock, slapping it against Baekhyun’s cheek. It leaves a clear line across the skin.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun demands from between Kyungsoo’s legs. He crawls up, settling his weight on Kyungsoo’s waist as he leans in enough for Kyungsoo to feel his breath on his face. “Fuck me.” This time is more of a whine and Kyungsoo allows Baekhyun to kiss him once before he takes over.
Kyungsoo isn’t gentle when he takes hold of Baekhyun, fingertips digging into his sides to guide him off his lap and onto the bed. He forces Baekhyun onto his elbows and knees, a hand on the back of Baekhyun’s neck to keep him there.
“You want me to fuck you that much?” he asks, letting the tip of his cock slide down Baekhyun’s crack. Baekhyun’s hole is already stretched and wet from earlier prep and Kyungsoo could push in so easily, but safety first.
“Please,” Baekhyun whines, wiggling his hips.
There’s a condom on the bedside table and Kyungsoo reaches over to grab it, having to release his hold on Baekhyun to put it on. The latex rolls down smoothly and Kyungsoo slathers on a layer of lube over it from the provided bottle, tossing it aside when he’s done.
When he glances up, he sees Baekhyun looking at him, bottom lip secure in his teeth and his cheeks pink and eyeliner smudged around the edges. “Fuck me, baby.”
Kyungsoo fits the crown of his cock against Baekhyun’s rim, rocking forward just enough for Baekhyun to feel the pressure. Baekhyun tries to push back, but Kyungsoo leans away and relishes the noise of desperation that spills from Baekhyun’s mouth.
With a hand on Baekhyun’s lower back, Kyungsoo guides his cock into the stretched hole gently, groaning from the tight fit that squeezes around the crown when it finally fits through. Baekhyun is already clamping down around him, his knees sliding further apart on the sheets. Kyungsoo watches as his cock disappears into Baekhyun’s pliant body, his puffy pink entrance sucking him in until his hips rest snugly against Baekhyun’s plush cheeks.
“You feel so good,” Kyungsoo compliments breathlessly, his hands moving to knead the soft skin of Baekhyun’s ass cheeks. He sees Jongdae with a knee on the bed, the camera zooming in on where they’re connected and he spreads Baekhyun wide for a better picture. Jongdae gives Kyungsoo a small nod.
Kyungsoo pulls out of Baekhyun slowly, letting the crown hold him open before he pushes back in just as slow. He does this a few times, watching the shudder that runs up and down Baekhyun’s spine, his upper body sinking down until his shoulder blades pop out and his face is buried in the blankets.
Jongdae moves off the bed and Kyungsoo ups the pace now that he doesn’t have to worry about shaking the camera. Baekhyun nearly screams when Kyungsoo fucks into him hard and fast, hands slotted on his hips to pull him back. The bed creaks with their movements, mixes with their heavy breathing.
Kyungsoo fucks Baekhyun like he wants to leave the imprint of his cock along the walls of his ass, like he wants Baekhyun to never want another cock the way he wants Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo wants to fucking ruin Baekhyun.
He coaxes Baekhyun’s thighs further apart, knowing the stretch is uncomfortable, but Baekhyun is still pushing back on his cock, moaning and clawing at the blankets for better leverage. Jongdae crouches in front of Baekhyun and Kyungsoo reaches out to grab Baekhyun’s hair and lift his face. Kyungsoo knows he’s going to have to get his hands on a copy of this; he needs to see Baekhyun’s face with his own eyes.
“Oh fuck,” Baekhyun moans.
Kyungsoo feels Baekhyun tightening around him, his thighs trembling and movements growing frantic. With a twist of his hand, Kyungsoo brings Baekhyun up further and Baekhyun lets out a strangled cry as his body goes rigid. Jongdae aims the camera lower and captures Baekhyun coming over the blankets without being touched.
The way Baekhyun flutters around him, the muscles constricting and massaging around his cock have Kyungsoo reaching his peak. He slows just enough to allow Jongdae the time to move around and film him pulling out. Baekhyun slumps lower as Kyungsoo rolls off the condom and fists his cock, stroking tight and fast until he comes across Baekhyun’s ass and thighs.
The last scene of the film is Kyungsoo rubbing his come into Baekhyun’s skin.
The moment Jongdae calls for a cut, the lights get brighter and people start filtering into the room. Yixing hands Kyungsoo his towel and he uses it to cover his dick as he falls back on the bed. Jongdae gives Kyungsoo a cheeky grin. “Most newbies need several takes, but you knocked that out in one. You’re gonna do great in this business.” Jongdae slaps Baekhyun on the side of his thigh on his way past. “Get up you lazy ass.”
Kyungsoo is still reveling in his post-orgasm buzz, smiling lazily at everyone even as Yixing leads him out of the studio and into the showers. Kyungsoo thinks he’s going to love his new job.
It feels a little surreal, standing outside the SM Ent. building in his ratty jeans and too large sweater. Kyungsoo looks up at the building and then at the people driving past with no idea of what he’s just done. It’s exhilarating.
“Kyungsoo?”
He startles at the voice beside him and Kyungsoo turns to see Baekhyun standing at his side. “Baekhyun?”
“I want to apologize for, you know, earlier. I know it’s no excuse, but this is my job and it hinges on who I’m paired with and I underestimated you. By a lot. So I’m sorry.”
Kyungsoo looks at a makeup free Baekhyun who’s dressed in a tshirt and jeans, his hair fluffy from his shower and unstyled. He still looks pretty, but far more genuine. “Apology accepted.”
A smiles breaks out on Baekhyun’s face and he clears his throat. “I was thinking,” Baekhyun starts, his hands sliding into his pockets as he rocks on his heels, “maybe I could buy you dinner sometime?”
Kyungsoo stares at him in disbelief, watching as the smile slowly fades from Baekhyun’s lips.
“Or not, you know, it’s alright.” Baekhyun teeters forward one last time before taking a step back to leave.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun answers with a shrug. “I’d like to get to know the man behind the dick.”
Kyungsoo chuckles before giving Baekhyun a nod. “Alright, dinner it is, but you have to take me someplace nice.”
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, but his smile is bright and Kyungsoo lets Baekhyun link their arms and drag him down the street. “Come on, I know just the place.”
“But it’s lunch time,” Kyungsoo protests.
“I know. We’ll do lunch now and dinner later. Two dates in one. That way I don’t feel so bad putting out on the third.”
Kyungsoo sputters and Baekhyun pulls him along faster.