sex 101 i/ii
sex 101
nc-17; romance, fluff; kris/baekhyun (mentions of suho/chen, sehun/jongin); 11, 321 wc
summary: adopting and raising a kid of their own is hard. and now that they have a little girl to spend all their time and energy on, finding some alone time for themselves, baekhyun realizes, is even harder. post-exo!au.
warnings: smut, crossdressing, bottom!kris, dirty talking!baekhyun
a/n: my entry for the first round of thebaekfest, written for the lovely thesockmonster! <3
If there’s one thing that Baekhyun both hates and loves about Kris, it’s how easily he can reduce Baekhyun into a moaning, quivering mess within just a matter of seconds.
Which is totally and undeniably unfair on his part, Baekhyun thinks wryly. No one is supposed to know his body so well like it’s their own; know every inch of him, every scar, every birthmark, every freckle; recognize every little movement and tremor, or even what they mean.
But Kris does, painstakingly committing to his memory every single one of his weak spots - from the inside of his thighs, to the few inches just below his belly button, even right down to the exact spot behind his ear where Baekhyun likes to be kissed. And, up until now, even after years of being together, it sends a huge wave of warmth flooding his chest whenever Baekhyun is reminded that there’s one person out there who knows him on such an intimate level like this.
Kris suddenly rocking his hips against his violently tears Baekhyun away from his thoughts and he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan. It’s been way too long since they’ve had their alone time, even longer since he’d felt such an overwhelming sense of lust consume him, and judging from the way Kris is thoroughly ravishing the side of Baekhyun’s neck, nipping and licking the expanse of skin there, it’s quite apparent that Kris doesn’t plan on doing anything but take his time tonight.
Baekhyun instinctively wraps his legs around Kris’s waist, holding him in place as Kris continues to jerk his hips insistently. The delicious friction shoots sparks of vibration up and down his spine and Baekhyun swears even the animated noises coming from the television can’t drown the moans liberally tumbling out from his mouth. It’s ridiculous because they’re rutting against each other like horny teenagers about to have sex for the first time, but Baekhyun is already past the point of caring about that. All he can do is clutch frantically at Kris’s broad shoulders, nails painfully digging into his back, as though doing so would keep Baekhyun from giving in too easily, too soon.
“Sshh, baby, keep it down,” Kris whispers, hot breath fanning against the shell of Baekhyun’s ear. Baekhyun doesn’t even stop the shiver that racks his body just from hearing that low voice.
Baekhyun isn’t really sure how Kris expects him to keep quiet, considering the fact that he’s currently doing that thing with his tongue again, wet muscle darting out to lick sensuously inside his ear before proceeding to nibble at his earlobe. The action alone absolutely drives Baekhyun insane with want and desperation.
Kris, on the other hand, is much too preoccupied to even care about Baekhyun’s predicament. Mouth now parading a conquering path down to his jaw, Kris is too busy leaving open-mouthed kisses on Baekhyun’s skin that he almost misses the soft knocks on the door.
“S-someone’s knocking,” Baekhyun struggles to breathe out. He halfheartedly pushes Kris away from him, who’s looking quite displeased for being interrupted in his mission to get Baekhyun naked tonight, and turns his head to the general direction of the door.
Kris doesn’t want to move. He really doesn’t want to, not when he’s already so comfortable settled in between Baekhyun’s legs; hands on either side of Baekhyun’s body as Kris traps him underneath.
But then Kris remembers that the only other person living in this house aside from the both of them is their little daughter, Yunhee, and Kris wouldn’t have willingly spared a second in bed even if he had every single chance to. Kris hurriedly gets to the door, yanking it open with too much force than necessary, and Baekhyun’s almost surprised his husband hasn’t wrenched it out from its hinges or something.
There, standing in front of Kris, is Yunhee in her pajamas, looking all disheveled with her rumpled clothes and her hair sticking out in all directions. She has her favorite teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest and when she looks up, bottom lip caught in between her teeth, Kris feels like his heart has been stabbed a thousand times over - there are unshed tears threatening to spill down the apple of Yunhee’s cheeks.
Kris immediately bends down and picks her up, gathering her close to his chest. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I had a nightmare, papa,” Yunhee whimpers, little arms immediately wrapping around Kris’s neck. Kris can still feel the little shudders running through Yunhee’s body; can hear the tremor loudly ringing in her voice. It’s not everyday that Yunhee comes knocking on their door in the middle of the night - it must have been a really bad dream this time.
“Shh, it’s alright. Papa’s here now,” Kris whispers. He rubs Yunhee’s back comfortingly and smiles when Yunhee slumps against him, tension now drained out from her little body.
“Let’s go and see daddy, yeah?” Kris can feel Yunhee weakly nod against his neck. He rocks back and forth on his heels for a little while, trying to get Yunhee to calm down even more, before gently closing the door behind him.
The first thing Baekhyun sees when Kris reenters the room is the obvious worried crease on his forehead. There’s also that slight tension visible in his facial muscles that one would’ve easily missed if they don’t look hard enough, but for Baekhyun, it only takes him a quick glance to see it and figure out that something’s up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Baekhyun coos. Yunhee immediately crawls into Baekhyun’s lap as soon as Kris places her down on their bed, her fingers tightly holding onto fistfuls of her daddy’s shirt. Baekhyun lets his little girl cuddle up to him, even though Yunhee seems intent on not letting go anytime soon.
Nightmare, Kris immediately mouths to him.
Oh. That explains it.
As if on impulse, Baekhyun tightens his hold on Yunhee, arms wrapping securely around her. If there’s someone between the two of them who’s fiercely protective of Yunhee, it’s definitely Baekhyun and, right now, as he cradles the small and slightly trembling child even closer to his chest, it triggers this familiar instinct in him that makes him want to curl his body around Yunhee to shield her away from all the bad things in the world.
Gently, Baekhyun cards his fingers through Yunhee’s hair, knowing full well it’s one of the things that can easily lull her back to dreamland. And Baekhyun would’ve really thought Yunhee had already fallen asleep in his arms, until a rather soft and muffled voice suddenly reaches his ears.
“Don’t wanna sleep alone anymore, daddy,” Yunhee mumbles into his chest.
“You don’t have to, baby,” Baekhyun says before leaving a kiss on top of Yunhee’s head. “You’ll be sleeping with daddy and papa tonight.”
From the corner of his eye, Baekhyun tries to catch a quick glimpse at Kris, and it’s clear as day that he isn’t too happy about their sudden change of plans tonight. Baekhyun isn’t all that pleased either, to be quite honest, but Yunhee had always came first in Baekhyun’s priorities ever since they got her from the adoption agency three years ago and he thinks it’ll probably stay that way until Yunhee’s old enough to take care of herself. (Or maybe even until then.)
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun immediately mouths to Kris the first chance he gets, face scrunching into an apologetic expression, “tomorrow night?”
Kris sighs dejectedly before eventually nodding. Baekhyun throws a beaming smile in his direction, feeling both happy and relieved that Kris understood the need for Baekhyun to have Yunhee tucked close to him tonight. He’d probably need to make up for this in other ways, but that’s okay. It’s more than okay, actually; Baekhyun can’t quite hide his thrill as he looks forward to their next alone time.
He really has the best husband ever.
“Come on, princess, let’s get you tucked into bed,” Kris says, holding out his arms for Yunhee to take. Yunhee, albeit unwillingly, untangles herself from Baekhyun’s hold and dives straight into her papa’s arms, her head immediately resting on the crook of Kris’s neck.
Just a few minutes ago, Baekhyun was pretty sure that he was going to get laid tonight, maybe even have his ass repeatedly rammed in a few rounds of undoubtedly satisfying sex, but that idea seems too farfetched now, what with Yunhee spending the night with them. Baekhyun doesn’t really have it in himself to complain though, not after seeing Yunhee looking so comfortable in Kris’s arms, the obvious fear splayed across her face earlier now completely gone.
Baekhyun sighs contentedly, something akin to quiet happiness tugging at his heart. He really doesn’t mind spending another night like this.
He eventually settles on the other side of the bed, movements slow and careful so as not to jostle her sleeping daughter. Tomorrow night for sure, Baekhyun decidedly thinks then as he wraps an arm around Yunhee, hand resting on top of Kris’s. Baekhyun swears nothing’s going to deter him from fulfilling that promise he made to Kris. Absolutely nothing.
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Except things don’t really go as planned when you want them to, and Baekhyun learns this the hard way when Kris comes home from work the next day, only to tell Baekhyun that SM is sending him to Beijing for work purposes that night.
“But why does it have to be you? Can’t they send someone else instead?” Baekhyun whines for what seems like the nth time since Kris came home three hours ago. Yunhee is sitting on his lap, seemingly oblivious to his daddy’s distress as she continues to play with the doll in her hand.
Baekhyun knows he’s being unnecessarily difficult right now. He’s well aware of the fact that Kris is the head of SMEnt’s PR department in Beijing (he was appointed as such just a few years after EXO disbanded), so it only makes sense for him to be there even though the company’s staff is entirely capable of handling things by themselves. But Baekhyun had been looking forward to spending some time with his husband tonight and to have his hopes be shattered so spectacularly like this is just putting a damper to his rather eager mood earlier.
Kris sighs patiently before he stops packing altogether, a bunch of his clothes still lying messily on the bed. He takes a seat next to Baekhyun and pulls him close, letting him lean his head on Kris’s shoulder. “You know I would gladly excuse myself from this business trip if I can, right?” Baekhyun nods; he can’t quite count the number of times Kris had actually done that before, all because Baekhyun had selfishly told him not to go. “But I need to be there this time. I just can’t keep missing these meetings even if I want to.”
Baekhyun resignedly sighs. Kris has a point and Baekhyun knows he’s left with no other choice but to agree with him. “How long do you need to be there?”
“Just five days. I’ll take the plane back to Seoul as soon as I can,” Kris says. There’s that obvious tinge of sincerity in his voice and Baekhyun knows Kris isn’t really one to go back on his promise - at least he can pacify himself with that. He sees Yunhee reach out and curl her little hand around Kris’s finger, as though she’s starting to understand what’s going on and is silently asking his papa not to go.
“You better.” Baekhyun doesn’t really mean to come off like an extremely clingy husband but he can’t help it; he never really likes being away from Kris for too long.
“We used to be away from each other for months when we were promoting as subunits in EXO but you didn’t seem to have any problems back then,” Kris teases.
Baekhyun is reminded of long days plastering a barely believable smile on his face every time they send EXO-M off to the airport; of silent nights trying not to give in to the urge to dial the numbers he knows by heart, lest he blows off his phone bill any more than he already does; of countless times feeling like there’s always something missing whenever they stand side by side on stage because the only person he usually gravitates towards to isn’t there. Baekhyun swallows all of those down - there’s really no need for Kris to know that now.
“Well. That was years ago. Everything’s different now,” Baekhyun mumbles instead.
“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” Kris suddenly pulls Baekhyun even closer to him, lips now pressed against Baekhyun’s temple. “I don’t have to share you with the fans or with the other members anymore. You’re all mine to keep now.”
Baekhyun looks up at Kris, nose scrunching in mock disgust. “You are so disgustingly cheesy. I think I’m going to puke.”
“Shut up.” Kris laughs and Baekhyun can’t help but smile at his ridiculous face because he still looks so dumb when he’s openly laughing like this, all teeth and gums showing. At least some things don’t really change. “I know it’s one of the things you love about me. Don’t even deny it; you can’t lie in front of our daughter!”
Baekhyun purses his lips and Kris just laughs even harder at him. Yunhee chooses this exact moment to get his papa’s attention by lifting her tiny hands up, silently asking Kris to pick her up from Baekhyun’s lap. Kris does so without any hesitation.
“Be a good girl for daddy while papa’s away for a few days, okay?” Kris tells her. Yunhee doesn’t really answer, only continues to lay her head on Kris’ shoulder with her arms wound tightly around his neck, but Kris doesn’t really need any verbal confirmation to know that she will. She’s been nothing but a precious angel for both him and Baekhyun, after all.
Baekhyun, as though mirroring Kris’s thoughts, just hums. “You should spend the rest of your time with Yunhee. I’ll go pack your remaining clothes for you.”
He’s about to get up from his seat when Kris suddenly stops him with a hand on his waist, a silly grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Have I told you that you’re the best husband ever?” Baekhyun dramatically rolls his eyes at him. “And that I love you very, very much?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Baekhyun replies. He proceeds to pull away, but not before letting Kris drop a chaste kiss on his lips first. “And I’m doing this to save you from having another fashion disaster again like last time. Honestly, I don’t know why you even trust Joonmyun hyung when it comes to clothing choices.”
“Hey, I think the pants he gave me were nice-”
“Those pants were absolutely horrible. I could quite literally feel my eyes burning just by looking at them.”
“But you had a lot of fun taking them off me, didn’t y-”
Baekhyun rudely cuts him off with an exaggerated sigh. “Seriously. What would you do without me, Wu Yifan.”
“Lucky for me then because you’re stuck with me forever. So I don’t think I’ll ever find out the answer to that.” Kris follows that up with a shit-eating grin and Baekhyun just feels like laughing and hitting him at the same time.
(That’s not to say Baekhyun didn’t feel ridiculously warm at Kris’s response, though. Just the thought of spending forever by his side actually makes Baekhyun feel giddy like a school girl.)
“You are just the absolute worst,” Baekhyun complains, shaking his head. He stands up and makes his way to the other side of the bed where Kris’s remaining clothes are just strewn all over. “Why did I even think it was a good idea to marry you?”
Baekhyun’s kind of expecting another witty remark from Kris and when he eventually gets none after a few minutes of waiting, he turns his attention back to his husband to find the reason why. He isn’t entirely prepared for the scene that welcomes him next, though: Yunhee is now sitting on her papa’s lap, giggling quite loudly as Kris alternates between tickling her and peppering kisses all over her face. Baekhyun’s heart squeezes at the sight.
He smiles and turns back around, randomly picking up of one Kris’s clothes for him to fold. Well, Baekhyun briefly considers, maybe he can actually come up with quite a few reasons why.
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Baekhyun pouts at the paper in front of him, the half-finished song almost mocking him with its incomplete lyrics and the little incoherent doodles he’s been writing on the sides for the past hour. He and Jongdae have been asked to work on a new SM artist’s album who’s going to debut two months from now and Baekhyun had every intention of finishing one of the songs today, especially considering how short on time they already are. But, well, that doesn’t really seem very likely to happen now, judging from the little amount of progress he’d made today.
But then again, Baekhyun supposes his lack of inspiration lately isn’t really all that surprising. It’s been three days since Kris has left for Beijing, three long days of relying to long distance phone calls, Skype chats, and text messages to know how he’s doing. And, quite honestly, it’s starting to frustrate Baekhyun because it feels like he just traveled through time and went back ten years ago.
Sighing, he takes out his phone from his pocket and forlornly stares at it. Still no new messages. Baekhyun just gives up and flops all over his work desk.
“Yah, Byun Baekhyun,” comes an annoyed voice from his right. It’s Jongdae. “Did you just invite me here so I can sit and watch you mope around?”
Baekhyun doesn’t even have the energy to answer that. Jongdae’s persistent though, and he tries to get through to Baekhyun with his incessant poking on his cheek. “Get up! I thought we’re going to finish writing one of the songs today.” Poke, poke, poke.
“Jongdae,” Baekhyun whines, weakly swatting his obnoxious hand away. “Can’t you see I’m not in the mood to do anything right now.”
Jongdae huffs. “You should’ve figured that out even before you called me this morning. I was having the best time just lounging in bed with Joonmyun, you know, before you disturbed us and demanded - quite rudely if I may add - that I get my ass out of our apartment just to work on this album.”
“I see how it is.” Baekhyun lazily lifts himself up, only to lean his elbow on his desk so he can prop his chin in his hand. He tsks at Jongdae. “Obviously, you’d rather get yourself laid than help your good friend out.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. Baekhyun can really be a little shit with his reasoning sometimes. “Please. As if you won’t do the same thing, Baekhyun,” he fires back.
And that’s absolutely the truth - Baekhyun knows he would do the same thing in a heartbeat if he was in Jongdae’s place. Especially considering how fucking long it had been since he last got himself laid. Quite honestly, Baekhyun considers himself lucky that Jongdae actually went out of his way just to see him and now, he’s starting to feel guilty as shit for bringing Jongdae out here just to waste his time. Baekhyun drops his head into his hands and mumbles something.
“What was that?” Jongdae asks.
“I said you’re right,” Baekhyun admits, a little louder this time. Something tells Baekhyun that his next confession would be a little less embarrassing if Jongdae won’t see his face, but he still lets Jongdae tug his hands away nonetheless. “Of course, I wouldn’t even think twice about that kind of thing-” Jongdae starts to grimace at him. “-considering the last time Kris and I had sex was weeks ago.”
The last part only comes out as a mumble but Jongdae still hears it loud and clear. Jongdae regards Baekhyun with a scrutinizing stare. “Wait. Are you serious?”
Baekhyun just stares at him. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Jongdae’s been friends with Baekhyun for years already to know the answer to that - Baekhyun’s tone alone says that he definitely isn’t.
“Why?” Jongdae asks, entirely curious now. “I mean, you guys were the worst when you were still dating. You can’t even keep your hands off each other in public before.”
Baekhyun grimly shrugs. “Work, I guess.” Jongdae looks at him like Baekhyun’s just given him the most ridiculous reason ever. Baekhyun just plows through, “and you know we’ve been busy taking care of Yunhee.”
At the mention of Yunhee’s name, Jongdae’s expression morphs into one of understanding, before it eventually settles into something akin to fondness. He’s always had a soft spot for Kris and Baekhyun’s little girl.
“Oh. Where’s Yunhee, anyway?”
“Still sleeping in our room. She’ll be awake in a little while.” There’s that undeniable hint of affection in his voice again and Jongdae, for the briefest moment, feels an irrational sense of jealousy towards Baekhyun.
Jongdae was the first person who knew about Baekhyun’s plan of bringing in a little girl to his modest family of two. Admittedly, Jongdae hadn’t been the biggest fan of Baekhyun’s decision at first - adopting a child was a big responsibility, after all - but he never had any doubts in his mind that both Kris and Baekhyun were ready for this next big step in their relationship.
Looking at Baekhyun now, hearing the underlying contentment in his tone whenever he talks about Yunhee, Jongdae’s never felt happier to know that he’s right.
Baekhyun checks his phone one more time and sighs - still no new messages. Maybe Kris is too busy right now and Baekhyun knows better than to expect something when his husband is preoccupied with his work.
Baekhyun’s about to apologize to Jongdae for wasting his time when Jongdae beats him to it and suddenly asks, “So, do you need help with your problem?”
Baekhyun scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “What problem?”
“You know…” This is the part where Jongdae makes some kind of crude gesture that only means one thing and Baekhyun can only gurgle incoherently at him in response. This is definitely the last thing Baekhyun was expecting to talk about with Jongdae.
Jongdae, on the other hand, just shrugs. He obviously doesn’t find anything wrong with openly discussing his friend’s adventures in the bedroom. “I mean, since you’re obviously too distracted to write, we might as well do something productive with our time.”
“How can you even consider talking about my sex life as a productive thing to do?”
The mischief playing on the edges of Jongdae’s lips is enough of an answer for Baekhyun. So before Jongdae can even let a single word out, Baekhyun immediately clamps his mouth shut with his hand. Ugh. Disgusting. “Okay. Just. Shut up. I don’t want to hear your answer.”
Jongdae, being the little shit that he is, licks Baekhyun’s palm and still has the audacity to smirk at him right after. Baekhyun almost punches him in disgust. “Do you, at least, want to hear what I have to say or not?”
There’s really only one answer dangling at the tip of Baekhyun’s tongue but Jongdae can be a persistent asswipe when he wants to be and, right now, nothing Baekhyun can say can really deter him from getting his way. Jongdae’s still a little stronger than him so Baekhyun certainly can’t use force and kick him out of his house.
Baekhyun doesn’t want to do this, but it’s quite obvious that he doesn’t have much of a choice anymore. So with a huff, he crosses his arms and settles begrudgingly in his seat.
“Fine.”
This is really not fine, at all.
(Baekhyun stares at Jongdae and wonders if there’s any way he can undo the decision he’d made just an hour ago. Because, really, never in his life had he wanted to know that much information about Jongdae’s wild (and, apparently, Joonmyun’s even wilder) side in the bedroom.
“What? Joonmyun and I live a very exciting sex life.” Jongdae ends that confession with a rather obnoxious wiggle of his eyebrows that has Baekhyun momentarily regretting his decision of ever allowing Jongdae to talk to him about this. “You know, there’s actually this one time where-”
Baekhyun quickly holds up a hand to shut Jongdae up. “Don’t, or I’m honestly going to throw up in my mouth.”
“Suit yourself.” Jongdae shrugs, that mischievous smiles still plastered on his face. “But you really should try one of those things I told you, Baek. A little change and a few surprises here and there won’t hurt.”
Baekhyun just tunes out Jongdae’s voice as much as he can. He really has half a mind to follow Jongdae’s advice.)
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Baekhyun can’t believe he’s actually going to follow Jongdae’s advice.
It had taken Baekhyun a few days to convince himself that listening to Jongdae every now and then might not be all that bad, and then a few more to think about how he should go through this little plan inside his head. The plan isn’t really that complicated though, because it literally consists of entirely Two Points: 1) Seduce Kris and; 2) Get fucking laid!!! (which is the most important part, of course).
There’s not a single doubt in Baekhyun’s mind that he could do the first one, but finding an opportunity to accomplish the second point is quite the tricky part in this plan.
Which is why as Baekhyun steps inside the bathroom without any kind of preamble, joining Kris under the warm shower spray and surprising him in the process, he thinks, fuck finding opportunities, I’ll make them myself!
Kris’s initial shock upon seeing him quickly passes and the obvious shift of his expression from bewilderment to poorly concealed excitement is just really kind of laughable. Baekhyun would have honestly snorted if he wasn’t so busy trying to stop himself from kissing that ridiculous smile off of Kris’s face.
“Hi,” Baekhyun says with a cheeky smile.
“Hey,” Kris greets back, laughing softly. Kris draws him even closer with his hands placed on Baekhyun’s waist. “Nice of you to join me in the shower today.”
Baekhyun hums, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Kris’s neck. “Figured I can at least be a good citizen of this country for once by saving water and time, you know.”
“Hmm. Right.” Judging from the amused smile playing at the corners of his lips, it’s obvious that Kris doesn’t really believe him. But, that’s okay; Baekhyun wasn’t expecting Kris to take his excuse very seriously, anyway.
Not when Baekhyun’s true intent is already so clear in the way his lips curl into a playful smirk; in the way his eyes silently speak nothing but mischief as he looks up at Kris through his lashes; in the way he shamelessly ruts against Kris’s thigh, his slowly growing hardness a rather clear indication that cleaning himself up is the farthest thing Baekhyun has in mind right now.
Kris easily catches on and just lets Baekhyun pull him down for a passionate kiss. It’s messy and clumsy and nowhere near the kind of kisses they usually share, and when Baekhyun doesn’t even hesitate to slide his hand down on Kris’s length, tugging it a few times before thumbing at his slit, does Kris really understand what’s going on.
“Baek, your parents are going to be here in twenty minutes to see Yunhee,” Kris reminds him, managing to say everything in one breath as soon as their lips part.
“We’ll be fast.” Kris doubts they will be, but a careful nip on the underside of his jaw has him taking a sharp intake of breath, his thoughts scattering for a minute before his brain suddenly remembers something even more important.
“The babysitter-”
“I’ll be quiet,” Baekhyun eagerly promises, his voice almost lost in the pattering of the warm shower water washing over them. They both know it’s impossible because Baekhyun is just pretty loud in general, doesn’t really have it in himself to shut his mouth even for just a whole minute-
“Kris, please.”
-but Kris finds that he doesn’t really have any choice but to humor him, not when Baekhyun is so intent on having his way. And most especially not after hearing that obvious desperation cutting through his words.
When Baekhyun captures his lips again, Kris lets himself be swayed by the intensity of his kisses, mouth quickly opening to accommodate Baekhyun’s tongue as it curls against his. The hand that was once on his cock is back again, now with every intention to rouse him to hardness, and Kris is thankful that Baekhyun is there to swallow his moans - he really doesn’t want to catch the attention of Yunhee’s babysitter with the strange noises coming from the bathroom.
It only takes Baekhyun a few harsh tugs and the expert twist of his hand for Kris to fully get hard; his cock now colored a deep red and is curved prettily against his stomach. Kris doesn’t even have time to feel embarrassed over the fact that he got so easily aroused because Baekhyun is already disentangling himself from his hold, turning around to face the shower wall.
Gingerly, Kris runs his hand down Baekhyun’s side and revels in the soft gasp of pleasure that escapes from his mouth. He presses a finger between Baekhyun’s ass cheeks, slightly dipping it in and then pulling it back entirely before Baekhyun even has the chance to let out a whimper. Going through weeks after weeks of no sex has Baekhyun’s patience already running thin though, and this - Kris teasing him like they have all the fucking time for this - is really the last thing he needs.
Annoyed, Baekhyun makes sure to push back just as Kris teased his entrance again, causing him to get that probing finger in deeper. The sudden action has a loud moan immediately slipping right out of his mouth.
Kris can’t help but chuckle. “What were you saying about being quiet again?”
“S-shut up.” Baekhyun mumbles. He decides to bury his face in his arms to hide his embarrassment, but not before roughly grinding against Kris’s length first as a form of retaliation. The low, animalistic growl that rumbles from Kris’s throat soon after has Baekhyun smirking vindictively to himself.
When Kris finally takes pity on him, he slides his finger a little further inside Baekhyun’s ass, all the while looking for any signs of discomfort as he continues to probe deeper. It doesn’t take long before a second finger joins in and, soon after, Kris has two fingers quickly pumping in and out of him, Baekhyun shamelessly fucking himself on his husband’s digits.
“Ready?” Kris whispers, his question landing hot against the shell of Baekhyun’s ear.
It only takes a slight nod from Baekhyun for Kris to move. He lines himself up along Baekhyun’s entrance, pushing in as slowly as he can. Baekhyun moans at the delicious feeling of being filled again after so many weeks, his insides stretching around the girth of Kris’s cock.
“So tight,” Kris groans. He drops his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder before thrusting in a few more, letting Baekhyun’s little breathy moans spur him on. It isn’t long before he’s fully seated inside, though, and when Baekhyun wiggles his ass, as if trying to get Kris to move even without actually telling him to, Kris swears he almost comes right there and then.
The grip he has on Baekhyun tightens, stilling him for a moment, before Kris eventually pulls his hips back and slams back in. A loud gasp slips from Baekhyun’s lips, all the air leaving his lungs in a rush at the sudden movement. The new yet entirely familiar feeling of fullness makes Baekhyun a little dizzy and he’s pretty sure he would’ve ended up slumped against the wall if it wasn’t for Kris’s arm snaked around his waist, holding him up close to his body.
Kris presses his lips to Baekhyun's neck, sucking hickeys on pale skin as he begins to set a steady rhythm with his thrusts. The pattering of the warm shower water on their bodies isn’t enough to drown the guttural moan that Kris manages to draw from Baekhyun’s throat with each drive of his hips and Baekhyun really has half a mind to clamp his mouth shut, not when he’s already too busy trying to get Kris to fuck him a little harder, a little faster, tongue curling around his desperate pleas.
And Kris does just that - his slow and steady thrusts now becoming erratic, hips making hard, stabbing jabs with each moan of his name from Baekhyun’s lips. It doesn’t take long before Kris can feel Baekhyun quickly approaching the brink of his orgasm, each thrust sending waves of heat through his body.
“Close?” Kris whispers. When Baekhyun frantically nods, Kris reaches out and touches his cock, jerking him in time with each cant of his hips. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me.”
After a particularly sharp thrust, Baekhyun feels himself go rigid, back arching as he comes with a barely muffled scream of Kris’s name. Streaks of white land against the shower wall before Baekhyun blearily sees them go down the drain.
It isn’t long before Kris follows; a few more stuttered thrusts and he finally comes, his face buried in Baekhyun's shoulder. Kris lets out a low groan, his hips still ramming into Baekhyun as he rides their orgasms out. “Fuck, baby, so good,” he murmurs, peppering little kisses all over Baekhyun’s neck.
Eventually, Kris's hips slows to a still, lips pressing one last kiss to that specific spot behind Baekhyun’s ear before he moves away, slowly pulling out. Baekhyun immediately slumps against him, tired and obviously satiated (if the smile on his face is anything to go by), not even bothering to hold his own weight up. Kris grunts but doesn’t complain.
“Your parents are going to kill me if they knew I defiled you minutes before they arrive here,” Kris struggles to breathe out, chuckling. Baekhyun only replies with a hum, both from contentment and exhaustion.
Kris, knowing how Baekhyun easily gets sleepy after a round of sex, just holds him close with an arm still snaked around his waist, letting the warm spray of the water soak them both. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
The last thing Baekhyun remembers is the feeling of Kris’s hands gently rubbing soap all over his body.
one | two
nc-17; romance, fluff; kris/baekhyun (mentions of suho/chen, sehun/jongin); 11, 321 wc
summary: adopting and raising a kid of their own is hard. and now that they have a little girl to spend all their time and energy on, finding some alone time for themselves, baekhyun realizes, is even harder. post-exo!au.
warnings: smut, crossdressing, bottom!kris, dirty talking!baekhyun
a/n: my entry for the first round of thebaekfest, written for the lovely thesockmonster! <3
If there’s one thing that Baekhyun both hates and loves about Kris, it’s how easily he can reduce Baekhyun into a moaning, quivering mess within just a matter of seconds.
Which is totally and undeniably unfair on his part, Baekhyun thinks wryly. No one is supposed to know his body so well like it’s their own; know every inch of him, every scar, every birthmark, every freckle; recognize every little movement and tremor, or even what they mean.
But Kris does, painstakingly committing to his memory every single one of his weak spots - from the inside of his thighs, to the few inches just below his belly button, even right down to the exact spot behind his ear where Baekhyun likes to be kissed. And, up until now, even after years of being together, it sends a huge wave of warmth flooding his chest whenever Baekhyun is reminded that there’s one person out there who knows him on such an intimate level like this.
Kris suddenly rocking his hips against his violently tears Baekhyun away from his thoughts and he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan. It’s been way too long since they’ve had their alone time, even longer since he’d felt such an overwhelming sense of lust consume him, and judging from the way Kris is thoroughly ravishing the side of Baekhyun’s neck, nipping and licking the expanse of skin there, it’s quite apparent that Kris doesn’t plan on doing anything but take his time tonight.
Baekhyun instinctively wraps his legs around Kris’s waist, holding him in place as Kris continues to jerk his hips insistently. The delicious friction shoots sparks of vibration up and down his spine and Baekhyun swears even the animated noises coming from the television can’t drown the moans liberally tumbling out from his mouth. It’s ridiculous because they’re rutting against each other like horny teenagers about to have sex for the first time, but Baekhyun is already past the point of caring about that. All he can do is clutch frantically at Kris’s broad shoulders, nails painfully digging into his back, as though doing so would keep Baekhyun from giving in too easily, too soon.
“Sshh, baby, keep it down,” Kris whispers, hot breath fanning against the shell of Baekhyun’s ear. Baekhyun doesn’t even stop the shiver that racks his body just from hearing that low voice.
Baekhyun isn’t really sure how Kris expects him to keep quiet, considering the fact that he’s currently doing that thing with his tongue again, wet muscle darting out to lick sensuously inside his ear before proceeding to nibble at his earlobe. The action alone absolutely drives Baekhyun insane with want and desperation.
Kris, on the other hand, is much too preoccupied to even care about Baekhyun’s predicament. Mouth now parading a conquering path down to his jaw, Kris is too busy leaving open-mouthed kisses on Baekhyun’s skin that he almost misses the soft knocks on the door.
“S-someone’s knocking,” Baekhyun struggles to breathe out. He halfheartedly pushes Kris away from him, who’s looking quite displeased for being interrupted in his mission to get Baekhyun naked tonight, and turns his head to the general direction of the door.
Kris doesn’t want to move. He really doesn’t want to, not when he’s already so comfortable settled in between Baekhyun’s legs; hands on either side of Baekhyun’s body as Kris traps him underneath.
But then Kris remembers that the only other person living in this house aside from the both of them is their little daughter, Yunhee, and Kris wouldn’t have willingly spared a second in bed even if he had every single chance to. Kris hurriedly gets to the door, yanking it open with too much force than necessary, and Baekhyun’s almost surprised his husband hasn’t wrenched it out from its hinges or something.
There, standing in front of Kris, is Yunhee in her pajamas, looking all disheveled with her rumpled clothes and her hair sticking out in all directions. She has her favorite teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest and when she looks up, bottom lip caught in between her teeth, Kris feels like his heart has been stabbed a thousand times over - there are unshed tears threatening to spill down the apple of Yunhee’s cheeks.
Kris immediately bends down and picks her up, gathering her close to his chest. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I had a nightmare, papa,” Yunhee whimpers, little arms immediately wrapping around Kris’s neck. Kris can still feel the little shudders running through Yunhee’s body; can hear the tremor loudly ringing in her voice. It’s not everyday that Yunhee comes knocking on their door in the middle of the night - it must have been a really bad dream this time.
“Shh, it’s alright. Papa’s here now,” Kris whispers. He rubs Yunhee’s back comfortingly and smiles when Yunhee slumps against him, tension now drained out from her little body.
“Let’s go and see daddy, yeah?” Kris can feel Yunhee weakly nod against his neck. He rocks back and forth on his heels for a little while, trying to get Yunhee to calm down even more, before gently closing the door behind him.
The first thing Baekhyun sees when Kris reenters the room is the obvious worried crease on his forehead. There’s also that slight tension visible in his facial muscles that one would’ve easily missed if they don’t look hard enough, but for Baekhyun, it only takes him a quick glance to see it and figure out that something’s up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Baekhyun coos. Yunhee immediately crawls into Baekhyun’s lap as soon as Kris places her down on their bed, her fingers tightly holding onto fistfuls of her daddy’s shirt. Baekhyun lets his little girl cuddle up to him, even though Yunhee seems intent on not letting go anytime soon.
Nightmare, Kris immediately mouths to him.
Oh. That explains it.
As if on impulse, Baekhyun tightens his hold on Yunhee, arms wrapping securely around her. If there’s someone between the two of them who’s fiercely protective of Yunhee, it’s definitely Baekhyun and, right now, as he cradles the small and slightly trembling child even closer to his chest, it triggers this familiar instinct in him that makes him want to curl his body around Yunhee to shield her away from all the bad things in the world.
Gently, Baekhyun cards his fingers through Yunhee’s hair, knowing full well it’s one of the things that can easily lull her back to dreamland. And Baekhyun would’ve really thought Yunhee had already fallen asleep in his arms, until a rather soft and muffled voice suddenly reaches his ears.
“Don’t wanna sleep alone anymore, daddy,” Yunhee mumbles into his chest.
“You don’t have to, baby,” Baekhyun says before leaving a kiss on top of Yunhee’s head. “You’ll be sleeping with daddy and papa tonight.”
From the corner of his eye, Baekhyun tries to catch a quick glimpse at Kris, and it’s clear as day that he isn’t too happy about their sudden change of plans tonight. Baekhyun isn’t all that pleased either, to be quite honest, but Yunhee had always came first in Baekhyun’s priorities ever since they got her from the adoption agency three years ago and he thinks it’ll probably stay that way until Yunhee’s old enough to take care of herself. (Or maybe even until then.)
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun immediately mouths to Kris the first chance he gets, face scrunching into an apologetic expression, “tomorrow night?”
Kris sighs dejectedly before eventually nodding. Baekhyun throws a beaming smile in his direction, feeling both happy and relieved that Kris understood the need for Baekhyun to have Yunhee tucked close to him tonight. He’d probably need to make up for this in other ways, but that’s okay. It’s more than okay, actually; Baekhyun can’t quite hide his thrill as he looks forward to their next alone time.
He really has the best husband ever.
“Come on, princess, let’s get you tucked into bed,” Kris says, holding out his arms for Yunhee to take. Yunhee, albeit unwillingly, untangles herself from Baekhyun’s hold and dives straight into her papa’s arms, her head immediately resting on the crook of Kris’s neck.
Just a few minutes ago, Baekhyun was pretty sure that he was going to get laid tonight, maybe even have his ass repeatedly rammed in a few rounds of undoubtedly satisfying sex, but that idea seems too farfetched now, what with Yunhee spending the night with them. Baekhyun doesn’t really have it in himself to complain though, not after seeing Yunhee looking so comfortable in Kris’s arms, the obvious fear splayed across her face earlier now completely gone.
Baekhyun sighs contentedly, something akin to quiet happiness tugging at his heart. He really doesn’t mind spending another night like this.
He eventually settles on the other side of the bed, movements slow and careful so as not to jostle her sleeping daughter. Tomorrow night for sure, Baekhyun decidedly thinks then as he wraps an arm around Yunhee, hand resting on top of Kris’s. Baekhyun swears nothing’s going to deter him from fulfilling that promise he made to Kris. Absolutely nothing.
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Except things don’t really go as planned when you want them to, and Baekhyun learns this the hard way when Kris comes home from work the next day, only to tell Baekhyun that SM is sending him to Beijing for work purposes that night.
“But why does it have to be you? Can’t they send someone else instead?” Baekhyun whines for what seems like the nth time since Kris came home three hours ago. Yunhee is sitting on his lap, seemingly oblivious to his daddy’s distress as she continues to play with the doll in her hand.
Baekhyun knows he’s being unnecessarily difficult right now. He’s well aware of the fact that Kris is the head of SMEnt’s PR department in Beijing (he was appointed as such just a few years after EXO disbanded), so it only makes sense for him to be there even though the company’s staff is entirely capable of handling things by themselves. But Baekhyun had been looking forward to spending some time with his husband tonight and to have his hopes be shattered so spectacularly like this is just putting a damper to his rather eager mood earlier.
Kris sighs patiently before he stops packing altogether, a bunch of his clothes still lying messily on the bed. He takes a seat next to Baekhyun and pulls him close, letting him lean his head on Kris’s shoulder. “You know I would gladly excuse myself from this business trip if I can, right?” Baekhyun nods; he can’t quite count the number of times Kris had actually done that before, all because Baekhyun had selfishly told him not to go. “But I need to be there this time. I just can’t keep missing these meetings even if I want to.”
Baekhyun resignedly sighs. Kris has a point and Baekhyun knows he’s left with no other choice but to agree with him. “How long do you need to be there?”
“Just five days. I’ll take the plane back to Seoul as soon as I can,” Kris says. There’s that obvious tinge of sincerity in his voice and Baekhyun knows Kris isn’t really one to go back on his promise - at least he can pacify himself with that. He sees Yunhee reach out and curl her little hand around Kris’s finger, as though she’s starting to understand what’s going on and is silently asking his papa not to go.
“You better.” Baekhyun doesn’t really mean to come off like an extremely clingy husband but he can’t help it; he never really likes being away from Kris for too long.
“We used to be away from each other for months when we were promoting as subunits in EXO but you didn’t seem to have any problems back then,” Kris teases.
Baekhyun is reminded of long days plastering a barely believable smile on his face every time they send EXO-M off to the airport; of silent nights trying not to give in to the urge to dial the numbers he knows by heart, lest he blows off his phone bill any more than he already does; of countless times feeling like there’s always something missing whenever they stand side by side on stage because the only person he usually gravitates towards to isn’t there. Baekhyun swallows all of those down - there’s really no need for Kris to know that now.
“Well. That was years ago. Everything’s different now,” Baekhyun mumbles instead.
“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” Kris suddenly pulls Baekhyun even closer to him, lips now pressed against Baekhyun’s temple. “I don’t have to share you with the fans or with the other members anymore. You’re all mine to keep now.”
Baekhyun looks up at Kris, nose scrunching in mock disgust. “You are so disgustingly cheesy. I think I’m going to puke.”
“Shut up.” Kris laughs and Baekhyun can’t help but smile at his ridiculous face because he still looks so dumb when he’s openly laughing like this, all teeth and gums showing. At least some things don’t really change. “I know it’s one of the things you love about me. Don’t even deny it; you can’t lie in front of our daughter!”
Baekhyun purses his lips and Kris just laughs even harder at him. Yunhee chooses this exact moment to get his papa’s attention by lifting her tiny hands up, silently asking Kris to pick her up from Baekhyun’s lap. Kris does so without any hesitation.
“Be a good girl for daddy while papa’s away for a few days, okay?” Kris tells her. Yunhee doesn’t really answer, only continues to lay her head on Kris’ shoulder with her arms wound tightly around his neck, but Kris doesn’t really need any verbal confirmation to know that she will. She’s been nothing but a precious angel for both him and Baekhyun, after all.
Baekhyun, as though mirroring Kris’s thoughts, just hums. “You should spend the rest of your time with Yunhee. I’ll go pack your remaining clothes for you.”
He’s about to get up from his seat when Kris suddenly stops him with a hand on his waist, a silly grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Have I told you that you’re the best husband ever?” Baekhyun dramatically rolls his eyes at him. “And that I love you very, very much?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Baekhyun replies. He proceeds to pull away, but not before letting Kris drop a chaste kiss on his lips first. “And I’m doing this to save you from having another fashion disaster again like last time. Honestly, I don’t know why you even trust Joonmyun hyung when it comes to clothing choices.”
“Hey, I think the pants he gave me were nice-”
“Those pants were absolutely horrible. I could quite literally feel my eyes burning just by looking at them.”
“But you had a lot of fun taking them off me, didn’t y-”
Baekhyun rudely cuts him off with an exaggerated sigh. “Seriously. What would you do without me, Wu Yifan.”
“Lucky for me then because you’re stuck with me forever. So I don’t think I’ll ever find out the answer to that.” Kris follows that up with a shit-eating grin and Baekhyun just feels like laughing and hitting him at the same time.
(That’s not to say Baekhyun didn’t feel ridiculously warm at Kris’s response, though. Just the thought of spending forever by his side actually makes Baekhyun feel giddy like a school girl.)
“You are just the absolute worst,” Baekhyun complains, shaking his head. He stands up and makes his way to the other side of the bed where Kris’s remaining clothes are just strewn all over. “Why did I even think it was a good idea to marry you?”
Baekhyun’s kind of expecting another witty remark from Kris and when he eventually gets none after a few minutes of waiting, he turns his attention back to his husband to find the reason why. He isn’t entirely prepared for the scene that welcomes him next, though: Yunhee is now sitting on her papa’s lap, giggling quite loudly as Kris alternates between tickling her and peppering kisses all over her face. Baekhyun’s heart squeezes at the sight.
He smiles and turns back around, randomly picking up of one Kris’s clothes for him to fold. Well, Baekhyun briefly considers, maybe he can actually come up with quite a few reasons why.
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Baekhyun pouts at the paper in front of him, the half-finished song almost mocking him with its incomplete lyrics and the little incoherent doodles he’s been writing on the sides for the past hour. He and Jongdae have been asked to work on a new SM artist’s album who’s going to debut two months from now and Baekhyun had every intention of finishing one of the songs today, especially considering how short on time they already are. But, well, that doesn’t really seem very likely to happen now, judging from the little amount of progress he’d made today.
But then again, Baekhyun supposes his lack of inspiration lately isn’t really all that surprising. It’s been three days since Kris has left for Beijing, three long days of relying to long distance phone calls, Skype chats, and text messages to know how he’s doing. And, quite honestly, it’s starting to frustrate Baekhyun because it feels like he just traveled through time and went back ten years ago.
Sighing, he takes out his phone from his pocket and forlornly stares at it. Still no new messages. Baekhyun just gives up and flops all over his work desk.
“Yah, Byun Baekhyun,” comes an annoyed voice from his right. It’s Jongdae. “Did you just invite me here so I can sit and watch you mope around?”
Baekhyun doesn’t even have the energy to answer that. Jongdae’s persistent though, and he tries to get through to Baekhyun with his incessant poking on his cheek. “Get up! I thought we’re going to finish writing one of the songs today.” Poke, poke, poke.
“Jongdae,” Baekhyun whines, weakly swatting his obnoxious hand away. “Can’t you see I’m not in the mood to do anything right now.”
Jongdae huffs. “You should’ve figured that out even before you called me this morning. I was having the best time just lounging in bed with Joonmyun, you know, before you disturbed us and demanded - quite rudely if I may add - that I get my ass out of our apartment just to work on this album.”
“I see how it is.” Baekhyun lazily lifts himself up, only to lean his elbow on his desk so he can prop his chin in his hand. He tsks at Jongdae. “Obviously, you’d rather get yourself laid than help your good friend out.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes. Baekhyun can really be a little shit with his reasoning sometimes. “Please. As if you won’t do the same thing, Baekhyun,” he fires back.
And that’s absolutely the truth - Baekhyun knows he would do the same thing in a heartbeat if he was in Jongdae’s place. Especially considering how fucking long it had been since he last got himself laid. Quite honestly, Baekhyun considers himself lucky that Jongdae actually went out of his way just to see him and now, he’s starting to feel guilty as shit for bringing Jongdae out here just to waste his time. Baekhyun drops his head into his hands and mumbles something.
“What was that?” Jongdae asks.
“I said you’re right,” Baekhyun admits, a little louder this time. Something tells Baekhyun that his next confession would be a little less embarrassing if Jongdae won’t see his face, but he still lets Jongdae tug his hands away nonetheless. “Of course, I wouldn’t even think twice about that kind of thing-” Jongdae starts to grimace at him. “-considering the last time Kris and I had sex was weeks ago.”
The last part only comes out as a mumble but Jongdae still hears it loud and clear. Jongdae regards Baekhyun with a scrutinizing stare. “Wait. Are you serious?”
Baekhyun just stares at him. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Jongdae’s been friends with Baekhyun for years already to know the answer to that - Baekhyun’s tone alone says that he definitely isn’t.
“Why?” Jongdae asks, entirely curious now. “I mean, you guys were the worst when you were still dating. You can’t even keep your hands off each other in public before.”
Baekhyun grimly shrugs. “Work, I guess.” Jongdae looks at him like Baekhyun’s just given him the most ridiculous reason ever. Baekhyun just plows through, “and you know we’ve been busy taking care of Yunhee.”
At the mention of Yunhee’s name, Jongdae’s expression morphs into one of understanding, before it eventually settles into something akin to fondness. He’s always had a soft spot for Kris and Baekhyun’s little girl.
“Oh. Where’s Yunhee, anyway?”
“Still sleeping in our room. She’ll be awake in a little while.” There’s that undeniable hint of affection in his voice again and Jongdae, for the briefest moment, feels an irrational sense of jealousy towards Baekhyun.
Jongdae was the first person who knew about Baekhyun’s plan of bringing in a little girl to his modest family of two. Admittedly, Jongdae hadn’t been the biggest fan of Baekhyun’s decision at first - adopting a child was a big responsibility, after all - but he never had any doubts in his mind that both Kris and Baekhyun were ready for this next big step in their relationship.
Looking at Baekhyun now, hearing the underlying contentment in his tone whenever he talks about Yunhee, Jongdae’s never felt happier to know that he’s right.
Baekhyun checks his phone one more time and sighs - still no new messages. Maybe Kris is too busy right now and Baekhyun knows better than to expect something when his husband is preoccupied with his work.
Baekhyun’s about to apologize to Jongdae for wasting his time when Jongdae beats him to it and suddenly asks, “So, do you need help with your problem?”
Baekhyun scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “What problem?”
“You know…” This is the part where Jongdae makes some kind of crude gesture that only means one thing and Baekhyun can only gurgle incoherently at him in response. This is definitely the last thing Baekhyun was expecting to talk about with Jongdae.
Jongdae, on the other hand, just shrugs. He obviously doesn’t find anything wrong with openly discussing his friend’s adventures in the bedroom. “I mean, since you’re obviously too distracted to write, we might as well do something productive with our time.”
“How can you even consider talking about my sex life as a productive thing to do?”
The mischief playing on the edges of Jongdae’s lips is enough of an answer for Baekhyun. So before Jongdae can even let a single word out, Baekhyun immediately clamps his mouth shut with his hand. Ugh. Disgusting. “Okay. Just. Shut up. I don’t want to hear your answer.”
Jongdae, being the little shit that he is, licks Baekhyun’s palm and still has the audacity to smirk at him right after. Baekhyun almost punches him in disgust. “Do you, at least, want to hear what I have to say or not?”
There’s really only one answer dangling at the tip of Baekhyun’s tongue but Jongdae can be a persistent asswipe when he wants to be and, right now, nothing Baekhyun can say can really deter him from getting his way. Jongdae’s still a little stronger than him so Baekhyun certainly can’t use force and kick him out of his house.
Baekhyun doesn’t want to do this, but it’s quite obvious that he doesn’t have much of a choice anymore. So with a huff, he crosses his arms and settles begrudgingly in his seat.
“Fine.”
This is really not fine, at all.
(Baekhyun stares at Jongdae and wonders if there’s any way he can undo the decision he’d made just an hour ago. Because, really, never in his life had he wanted to know that much information about Jongdae’s wild (and, apparently, Joonmyun’s even wilder) side in the bedroom.
“What? Joonmyun and I live a very exciting sex life.” Jongdae ends that confession with a rather obnoxious wiggle of his eyebrows that has Baekhyun momentarily regretting his decision of ever allowing Jongdae to talk to him about this. “You know, there’s actually this one time where-”
Baekhyun quickly holds up a hand to shut Jongdae up. “Don’t, or I’m honestly going to throw up in my mouth.”
“Suit yourself.” Jongdae shrugs, that mischievous smiles still plastered on his face. “But you really should try one of those things I told you, Baek. A little change and a few surprises here and there won’t hurt.”
Baekhyun just tunes out Jongdae’s voice as much as he can. He really has half a mind to follow Jongdae’s advice.)
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Baekhyun can’t believe he’s actually going to follow Jongdae’s advice.
It had taken Baekhyun a few days to convince himself that listening to Jongdae every now and then might not be all that bad, and then a few more to think about how he should go through this little plan inside his head. The plan isn’t really that complicated though, because it literally consists of entirely Two Points: 1) Seduce Kris and; 2) Get fucking laid!!! (which is the most important part, of course).
There’s not a single doubt in Baekhyun’s mind that he could do the first one, but finding an opportunity to accomplish the second point is quite the tricky part in this plan.
Which is why as Baekhyun steps inside the bathroom without any kind of preamble, joining Kris under the warm shower spray and surprising him in the process, he thinks, fuck finding opportunities, I’ll make them myself!
Kris’s initial shock upon seeing him quickly passes and the obvious shift of his expression from bewilderment to poorly concealed excitement is just really kind of laughable. Baekhyun would have honestly snorted if he wasn’t so busy trying to stop himself from kissing that ridiculous smile off of Kris’s face.
“Hi,” Baekhyun says with a cheeky smile.
“Hey,” Kris greets back, laughing softly. Kris draws him even closer with his hands placed on Baekhyun’s waist. “Nice of you to join me in the shower today.”
Baekhyun hums, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Kris’s neck. “Figured I can at least be a good citizen of this country for once by saving water and time, you know.”
“Hmm. Right.” Judging from the amused smile playing at the corners of his lips, it’s obvious that Kris doesn’t really believe him. But, that’s okay; Baekhyun wasn’t expecting Kris to take his excuse very seriously, anyway.
Not when Baekhyun’s true intent is already so clear in the way his lips curl into a playful smirk; in the way his eyes silently speak nothing but mischief as he looks up at Kris through his lashes; in the way he shamelessly ruts against Kris’s thigh, his slowly growing hardness a rather clear indication that cleaning himself up is the farthest thing Baekhyun has in mind right now.
Kris easily catches on and just lets Baekhyun pull him down for a passionate kiss. It’s messy and clumsy and nowhere near the kind of kisses they usually share, and when Baekhyun doesn’t even hesitate to slide his hand down on Kris’s length, tugging it a few times before thumbing at his slit, does Kris really understand what’s going on.
“Baek, your parents are going to be here in twenty minutes to see Yunhee,” Kris reminds him, managing to say everything in one breath as soon as their lips part.
“We’ll be fast.” Kris doubts they will be, but a careful nip on the underside of his jaw has him taking a sharp intake of breath, his thoughts scattering for a minute before his brain suddenly remembers something even more important.
“The babysitter-”
“I’ll be quiet,” Baekhyun eagerly promises, his voice almost lost in the pattering of the warm shower water washing over them. They both know it’s impossible because Baekhyun is just pretty loud in general, doesn’t really have it in himself to shut his mouth even for just a whole minute-
“Kris, please.”
-but Kris finds that he doesn’t really have any choice but to humor him, not when Baekhyun is so intent on having his way. And most especially not after hearing that obvious desperation cutting through his words.
When Baekhyun captures his lips again, Kris lets himself be swayed by the intensity of his kisses, mouth quickly opening to accommodate Baekhyun’s tongue as it curls against his. The hand that was once on his cock is back again, now with every intention to rouse him to hardness, and Kris is thankful that Baekhyun is there to swallow his moans - he really doesn’t want to catch the attention of Yunhee’s babysitter with the strange noises coming from the bathroom.
It only takes Baekhyun a few harsh tugs and the expert twist of his hand for Kris to fully get hard; his cock now colored a deep red and is curved prettily against his stomach. Kris doesn’t even have time to feel embarrassed over the fact that he got so easily aroused because Baekhyun is already disentangling himself from his hold, turning around to face the shower wall.
Gingerly, Kris runs his hand down Baekhyun’s side and revels in the soft gasp of pleasure that escapes from his mouth. He presses a finger between Baekhyun’s ass cheeks, slightly dipping it in and then pulling it back entirely before Baekhyun even has the chance to let out a whimper. Going through weeks after weeks of no sex has Baekhyun’s patience already running thin though, and this - Kris teasing him like they have all the fucking time for this - is really the last thing he needs.
Annoyed, Baekhyun makes sure to push back just as Kris teased his entrance again, causing him to get that probing finger in deeper. The sudden action has a loud moan immediately slipping right out of his mouth.
Kris can’t help but chuckle. “What were you saying about being quiet again?”
“S-shut up.” Baekhyun mumbles. He decides to bury his face in his arms to hide his embarrassment, but not before roughly grinding against Kris’s length first as a form of retaliation. The low, animalistic growl that rumbles from Kris’s throat soon after has Baekhyun smirking vindictively to himself.
When Kris finally takes pity on him, he slides his finger a little further inside Baekhyun’s ass, all the while looking for any signs of discomfort as he continues to probe deeper. It doesn’t take long before a second finger joins in and, soon after, Kris has two fingers quickly pumping in and out of him, Baekhyun shamelessly fucking himself on his husband’s digits.
“Ready?” Kris whispers, his question landing hot against the shell of Baekhyun’s ear.
It only takes a slight nod from Baekhyun for Kris to move. He lines himself up along Baekhyun’s entrance, pushing in as slowly as he can. Baekhyun moans at the delicious feeling of being filled again after so many weeks, his insides stretching around the girth of Kris’s cock.
“So tight,” Kris groans. He drops his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder before thrusting in a few more, letting Baekhyun’s little breathy moans spur him on. It isn’t long before he’s fully seated inside, though, and when Baekhyun wiggles his ass, as if trying to get Kris to move even without actually telling him to, Kris swears he almost comes right there and then.
The grip he has on Baekhyun tightens, stilling him for a moment, before Kris eventually pulls his hips back and slams back in. A loud gasp slips from Baekhyun’s lips, all the air leaving his lungs in a rush at the sudden movement. The new yet entirely familiar feeling of fullness makes Baekhyun a little dizzy and he’s pretty sure he would’ve ended up slumped against the wall if it wasn’t for Kris’s arm snaked around his waist, holding him up close to his body.
Kris presses his lips to Baekhyun's neck, sucking hickeys on pale skin as he begins to set a steady rhythm with his thrusts. The pattering of the warm shower water on their bodies isn’t enough to drown the guttural moan that Kris manages to draw from Baekhyun’s throat with each drive of his hips and Baekhyun really has half a mind to clamp his mouth shut, not when he’s already too busy trying to get Kris to fuck him a little harder, a little faster, tongue curling around his desperate pleas.
And Kris does just that - his slow and steady thrusts now becoming erratic, hips making hard, stabbing jabs with each moan of his name from Baekhyun’s lips. It doesn’t take long before Kris can feel Baekhyun quickly approaching the brink of his orgasm, each thrust sending waves of heat through his body.
“Close?” Kris whispers. When Baekhyun frantically nods, Kris reaches out and touches his cock, jerking him in time with each cant of his hips. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me.”
After a particularly sharp thrust, Baekhyun feels himself go rigid, back arching as he comes with a barely muffled scream of Kris’s name. Streaks of white land against the shower wall before Baekhyun blearily sees them go down the drain.
It isn’t long before Kris follows; a few more stuttered thrusts and he finally comes, his face buried in Baekhyun's shoulder. Kris lets out a low groan, his hips still ramming into Baekhyun as he rides their orgasms out. “Fuck, baby, so good,” he murmurs, peppering little kisses all over Baekhyun’s neck.
Eventually, Kris's hips slows to a still, lips pressing one last kiss to that specific spot behind Baekhyun’s ear before he moves away, slowly pulling out. Baekhyun immediately slumps against him, tired and obviously satiated (if the smile on his face is anything to go by), not even bothering to hold his own weight up. Kris grunts but doesn’t complain.
“Your parents are going to kill me if they knew I defiled you minutes before they arrive here,” Kris struggles to breathe out, chuckling. Baekhyun only replies with a hum, both from contentment and exhaustion.
Kris, knowing how Baekhyun easily gets sleepy after a round of sex, just holds him close with an arm still snaked around his waist, letting the warm spray of the water soak them both. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
The last thing Baekhyun remembers is the feeling of Kris’s hands gently rubbing soap all over his body.
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