[Advent] Day 14
For: onyu
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Length: 1100w
Warnings: fisting, semi-public sex
Summary: Kyungsoo helps Baekhyun let off some stress at work.
A gentle knock on the door has Baekhyun jolting a little, surprise written on his features as he freezes, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"Sir?" comes a voice through the door and the knob twists just enough for Baekhyun's arm to slip, nearly sending him toppling over.
"Busy!" he calls out, his voice cracking around the edges.
Behind him, Kyungsoo smiles. He slides his fingers down the expanse of Baekhyun's back just to watch him shudder, his spine dipping down toward the office couch they're perched on.
Baekhyun's secretary doesn't get the message and Kyungsoo knows that door isn't locked. It would just take one glance and Baekhyun's secretary would realize exactly what it is Baekhyun gets up to during his impromptu lunch breaks. Baekhyun's voice is edging on panicked, but Kyungsoo doesn't stop. Baekhyun doesn't want him to stop.
The doorknob jiggles, cracking open with a creak and Baekhyun sucks in a sharp breath. Kyungsoo twists his wrist and Baekhyun comes all over the couch cushion, his cock spurting white ropes over expensive plum colored fabric.
"Not now!" Baekhyun forces out and the door closes again, Baekhyun's secretary probably complaining about his boss under his breath. Baekhyun's not exactly the easiest to work with.
Kyungsoo seems to have Baekhyun mastered, though.
Baekhyun whimpers, his cock kicking pathetically and breaking the string of come still dangling from the tip. Kyungsoo rubs softly along Baekhyun's lower back, soothing Baekhyun through the aftershocks while keeping him still.
"You okay?" Kyungsoo asks after a minute, tilting his head to take in Baekhyun's face.
Baekhyun nods, wiggling his butt a little.
"Use your words," Kyungsoo reminds him. "Do you want to stop or keep going?"
"Keep going," Baekhyun encourages.
Kyungsoo looks down at where Baekhyun's ass is still perked in the air, his cheeks a soft pink from earlier, and still spread wide because Kyungsoo's entire hand is buried inside him. His wrist shines from lube and he flexes his fingers just to hear Baekhyun's pleased gasp. Kyungsoo slides his fist a little further into Baekhyun's ass and Baekhyun lets out a quiet moan that's muffled in the couch cushion.
Baekhyun's slacks are pooled at his bent knees, his dress shirt hiked to his armpits and his suit jacket left on the back of his chair. He's going to be a mess the rest of the day and it's barely past noon. But when Baekhyun calls Kyungsoo because he's had a horrible morning and he needs Kyungsoo to come take his mind off things, Kyungsoo doesn't question the time or location. He simply takes the fastest route.
They don't usually do this in the office. Kyungsoo's had Baekhyun suck him off while Kyungsoo sits in his expensive office chair, Baekhyun hiding beneath his desk. And Baekhyun's had his tie shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet as Kyungsoo's fucked him against the window. They're only the nineteenth floor so it's not likely that anyone could see, but it didn't matter.
Fisting, however, is usually reserved for home when they have the time to prep and plenty of lube to keep Baekhyun slick so he doesn't get hurt. Kyungsoo had been hesitant to do it here, but Baekhyun had dropped his slacks and propped on his desk with his ass out so Kyungsoo could see the dark tip of the wide plug Baekhyun had been wearing for the last half an hour.
Kyungsoo wonders how long Baekhyun spent just fingering himself open enough for the plug to fit, wonders if Baekhyun came just from the press alone, cleaning up with the wipes he keeps in his bottom drawer before anyone walked in.
Kyungsoo's cock presses hard against the front of his pants, forgotten as he focuses on Baekhyun first. Baekhyun rocks slowly, picking up speed and Kyungsoo reaches down to grip Baekhyun’s cock, smearing the come still there around the tip. He can feel Baekhyun's cock hardening in his hand and he doesn't stop Baekhyun as he pushes back on Kyungsoo's fist a little more desperately.
Kyungsoo watches, listens, keeps himself ready in case Baekhyun falls. His legs are already shaking and the sounds spilling into the room are a little too loud, but he's not about to stop him. Baekhyun hiccups softly and Kyungsoo leans forward, releasing Baekhyun’s cock to wrap his arm around Baekhyun's waist as he presses kisses to the knobs of Baekhyun's spine.
Kyungsoo loosens his fist so his fingers expand along Baekhyun's walls and Baekhyun nearly sobs in pleasure, constricting around Kyungsoo's hand. Kyungsoo does it again, this time harder and Baekhyun jerks back, sucking in a deep breath as he comes again. Kyungsoo keeps him upright until he stops shaking.
He's careful when he takes his hand out, scrunching his nose at his sticky hand and wiping it on the towel he'd left on the arm of the couch. Baekhyun groans as he moves, gingerly sliding off the couch and onto the floor.
His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks are pink. There are tears still dancing in his eyes and he's smiling wider than Kyungsoo's seen in awhile. Kyungsoo watches him fondly, even as Baekhyun fits himself between Kyungsoo's legs and goes for the zipper on his pants. He doesn't tease like he usually would, still too relaxed and pleased from coming several times to draw it out.
Baekhyun takes Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth, swallowing him down with a moan of approval. Kyungsoo wipes the hair from Baekhyun's forehead, running his fingers down to cup his cheek as he cautiously rocks his hips. Baekhyun encourages him, letting Kyungsoo thrust into his mouth as he holds his head still. Kyungsoo's head falls back, his mouth open, but silent as he finally gets the friction around his dick that he needs.
Kyungsoo finally lets out a groan, shifting back so his cock falls out of Baekhyun's mouth. Without missing a beat, Baekhyun gets his hand around Kyungsoo's cock, jerking him off until Kyungsoo is coming over Baekhyun's fingers. Some of it hits Baekhyun's chin and he wipes it off, licking his fingers clean with a cheeky grin.
"Thanks for lunch," Baekhyun laughs.
Kyungsoo would be tempted to flop over and nap until Baekhyun's off the clock, but the other side of the couch is still covered in come. He scowls at it before turning back to his boyfriend. "Takeout for dinner?"
Baekhyun sighs, resting his head on Kyungsoo's thigh. "Only if I get you for dessert."
"Deal."
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun
Length: 1100w
Warnings: fisting, semi-public sex
Summary: Kyungsoo helps Baekhyun let off some stress at work.
A gentle knock on the door has Baekhyun jolting a little, surprise written on his features as he freezes, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"Sir?" comes a voice through the door and the knob twists just enough for Baekhyun's arm to slip, nearly sending him toppling over.
"Busy!" he calls out, his voice cracking around the edges.
Behind him, Kyungsoo smiles. He slides his fingers down the expanse of Baekhyun's back just to watch him shudder, his spine dipping down toward the office couch they're perched on.
Baekhyun's secretary doesn't get the message and Kyungsoo knows that door isn't locked. It would just take one glance and Baekhyun's secretary would realize exactly what it is Baekhyun gets up to during his impromptu lunch breaks. Baekhyun's voice is edging on panicked, but Kyungsoo doesn't stop. Baekhyun doesn't want him to stop.
The doorknob jiggles, cracking open with a creak and Baekhyun sucks in a sharp breath. Kyungsoo twists his wrist and Baekhyun comes all over the couch cushion, his cock spurting white ropes over expensive plum colored fabric.
"Not now!" Baekhyun forces out and the door closes again, Baekhyun's secretary probably complaining about his boss under his breath. Baekhyun's not exactly the easiest to work with.
Kyungsoo seems to have Baekhyun mastered, though.
Baekhyun whimpers, his cock kicking pathetically and breaking the string of come still dangling from the tip. Kyungsoo rubs softly along Baekhyun's lower back, soothing Baekhyun through the aftershocks while keeping him still.
"You okay?" Kyungsoo asks after a minute, tilting his head to take in Baekhyun's face.
Baekhyun nods, wiggling his butt a little.
"Use your words," Kyungsoo reminds him. "Do you want to stop or keep going?"
"Keep going," Baekhyun encourages.
Kyungsoo looks down at where Baekhyun's ass is still perked in the air, his cheeks a soft pink from earlier, and still spread wide because Kyungsoo's entire hand is buried inside him. His wrist shines from lube and he flexes his fingers just to hear Baekhyun's pleased gasp. Kyungsoo slides his fist a little further into Baekhyun's ass and Baekhyun lets out a quiet moan that's muffled in the couch cushion.
Baekhyun's slacks are pooled at his bent knees, his dress shirt hiked to his armpits and his suit jacket left on the back of his chair. He's going to be a mess the rest of the day and it's barely past noon. But when Baekhyun calls Kyungsoo because he's had a horrible morning and he needs Kyungsoo to come take his mind off things, Kyungsoo doesn't question the time or location. He simply takes the fastest route.
They don't usually do this in the office. Kyungsoo's had Baekhyun suck him off while Kyungsoo sits in his expensive office chair, Baekhyun hiding beneath his desk. And Baekhyun's had his tie shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet as Kyungsoo's fucked him against the window. They're only the nineteenth floor so it's not likely that anyone could see, but it didn't matter.
Fisting, however, is usually reserved for home when they have the time to prep and plenty of lube to keep Baekhyun slick so he doesn't get hurt. Kyungsoo had been hesitant to do it here, but Baekhyun had dropped his slacks and propped on his desk with his ass out so Kyungsoo could see the dark tip of the wide plug Baekhyun had been wearing for the last half an hour.
Kyungsoo wonders how long Baekhyun spent just fingering himself open enough for the plug to fit, wonders if Baekhyun came just from the press alone, cleaning up with the wipes he keeps in his bottom drawer before anyone walked in.
Kyungsoo's cock presses hard against the front of his pants, forgotten as he focuses on Baekhyun first. Baekhyun rocks slowly, picking up speed and Kyungsoo reaches down to grip Baekhyun’s cock, smearing the come still there around the tip. He can feel Baekhyun's cock hardening in his hand and he doesn't stop Baekhyun as he pushes back on Kyungsoo's fist a little more desperately.
Kyungsoo watches, listens, keeps himself ready in case Baekhyun falls. His legs are already shaking and the sounds spilling into the room are a little too loud, but he's not about to stop him. Baekhyun hiccups softly and Kyungsoo leans forward, releasing Baekhyun’s cock to wrap his arm around Baekhyun's waist as he presses kisses to the knobs of Baekhyun's spine.
Kyungsoo loosens his fist so his fingers expand along Baekhyun's walls and Baekhyun nearly sobs in pleasure, constricting around Kyungsoo's hand. Kyungsoo does it again, this time harder and Baekhyun jerks back, sucking in a deep breath as he comes again. Kyungsoo keeps him upright until he stops shaking.
He's careful when he takes his hand out, scrunching his nose at his sticky hand and wiping it on the towel he'd left on the arm of the couch. Baekhyun groans as he moves, gingerly sliding off the couch and onto the floor.
His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks are pink. There are tears still dancing in his eyes and he's smiling wider than Kyungsoo's seen in awhile. Kyungsoo watches him fondly, even as Baekhyun fits himself between Kyungsoo's legs and goes for the zipper on his pants. He doesn't tease like he usually would, still too relaxed and pleased from coming several times to draw it out.
Baekhyun takes Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth, swallowing him down with a moan of approval. Kyungsoo wipes the hair from Baekhyun's forehead, running his fingers down to cup his cheek as he cautiously rocks his hips. Baekhyun encourages him, letting Kyungsoo thrust into his mouth as he holds his head still. Kyungsoo's head falls back, his mouth open, but silent as he finally gets the friction around his dick that he needs.
Kyungsoo finally lets out a groan, shifting back so his cock falls out of Baekhyun's mouth. Without missing a beat, Baekhyun gets his hand around Kyungsoo's cock, jerking him off until Kyungsoo is coming over Baekhyun's fingers. Some of it hits Baekhyun's chin and he wipes it off, licking his fingers clean with a cheeky grin.
"Thanks for lunch," Baekhyun laughs.
Kyungsoo would be tempted to flop over and nap until Baekhyun's off the clock, but the other side of the couch is still covered in come. He scowls at it before turning back to his boyfriend. "Takeout for dinner?"
Baekhyun sighs, resting his head on Kyungsoo's thigh. "Only if I get you for dessert."
"Deal."