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♕ ([personal profile] deplore) wrote2013-01-20 10:58 pm

exo porn

fandom: exo - baektao, krisbaek, kaixing
rating: r (sex) (it's all sex, all of it)
length: 1000w / 1,100w / 400w
summary/notes: it's literally just pwp: kaixing handjobs, krisbaek edging, baektao blowjobs. i don't guarantee quality bc i could not mentally bring myself to proofread these after writing them tbqh. (i am marginally fond of the krisbaek piece bc edging is hot and someday i'm going to write some kinky shit nobody will ever see bc i'll be too embarrassed to post it haha ah...)

1. baektao
“Hyung,” Zitao asks hesitantly one afternoon as they’re sitting on Baekhyun’s bed together, “will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?”

Baekhyun looks up, narrowing his eyes. “Who taught you that word?” he asks.

“You did,” Zitao replies.

There’s a pause, but finally Baekhyun says, “Oh. Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

“Anyway, hyung, could you?” Zitao asks. He looks far too much like an overeager student with his hand up, eyes silently begging the teacher to call on him - Baekhyun’s not sure whether it’s cute or a little bit too much. But then, he’s always had a soft spot for Zitao.

“Hmm. Maybe,” Baekhyun replies. “Why do you want to learn?”

Zitao can’t stop a slight blush. “Well, you’re always doing it for me and it feels really good,” he answers, speaking so quickly that Baekhyun can barely understand what he’s trying to say. “So I wanted to do it for you too.”

Baekhyun grins and hooks an arm around Zitao’s waist and pulls him close. “You’re cute,” he says. “And nice. And I’m happy to do it for you, y’know, it’s not like I expect anything in return?”

“But I want to,” Zitao persists.

“Okay,” Baekhyun says. “I’ll teach you, so observe carefully, okay?” He gets up and closes his bedroom door - there’s no lock, but he’s pretty sure nobody’s going to come barging in on them, anyway. The rest of the dorm is dead quiet, and everybody had said in the morning that they wouldn’t be back until dinner. He comes back to the bed, kneeling on the ground and patting the part of the bed right in front of him: Zitao obeys, scooting over so that he’s sitting in front of Baekhyun.

“The first thing is to remember that every guy is different,” Baekhyun says while he unzips Zitao’s pants. “Everybody likes different stuff. So you should always pay close attention to how the other person reacts.”

“Okay,” Zitao says, just as Baekhyun pulls his pants and boxers down.

“The tip has the most nerve endings, so it honestly doesn’t matter if you can’t deepthroat it or whatever,” Baekhyun says as he gently strokes Zitao’s dick until he’s half-hard. Zitao’s sensitive, he knows, and judging by the way he’s biting his lip he’s already feeling it. “It looks really sexy, but if you can’t manage it, that’s what your hands are for.” There’s a pause, and then he looks up, right into Zitao’s eyes. “Eye contact is good. It shows you’re confident, and confidence is always a turn-on.”

Zitao opens his mouth as if to reply, but then Baekhyun takes his cock into his mouth, giving the tip a careful swirl with his tongue and a moan comes out instead. For a few moments, Baekhyun teases him with his tongue, only taking his mouth off to give his next set of lessons: “The balls are sensitive as well,” he says. “Like I said, use your hands, too.” There’s a pause, before he asks, “Do you understand?”

“I,” Zitao replies, obviously straining to get the words out coherently - “I understand.”

“Good,” Baekhyun says, smiling slightly before leaning in again, this time to run his tongue against the underside of Zitao’s dick while reaching underneath to carefully, gently fondle at his balls. He has to push down on Zitao’s thigh with his other hand to keep him from shuddering too much, and he can sense Zitao’s orgasm coming from the way that the noises he’s making devolve from Korean into Mandarin into gasps and moans - he takes his hand and mouth off before Zitao comes, though, to let him cool off for a little before going on.

“Let’s not rush it,” he says, looking up and smiling as Zitao regains control over his breath. “I still have more to teach, you know?”

Zitao doesn’t reply, but after a few moments, he nods his head a few times. “Yeah,” he replies, voice tight. “I, I think I can go on now.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun replies. “Last lesson for today, then. They call it a blowjob, but most of it’s sucking, right? But actually, blowing feels pretty good too, if you do it lightly. And also - humming.”

“Humming?” Zitao echoes, slightly confused.

It occurs to Baekhyun that, probably, it’s a word he doesn’t recognize in Korean. “Humming,” he repeats, and hums a few notes as an example. “That’s what it is.”

“Ah, okay,” Zitao replies, smiling and nodding a few times. “I know what it is.”

“Don’t go crazy with either of those, though,” Baekhyun warns him, before lowering his head to give an example. He lowers his head again, a hand wrapped gently around the base of Zitao’s dick, and runs his tongue from his hand to the tip before taking it in his mouth. He sucks on it lightly for a few seconds before humming, careful to not let the vibrations accidentally cause him to bump his teeth against Zitao’s cock - almost immediately, he can feel Zitao tense up, and he’s rewarded with a low, heavy moan.

It’s only a short time later that Zitao says, in words barely comprehensible, “Hyung, Baekhyun hyung, I think I’m going to come, I -”

Baekhyun only just manages to take his mouth off before Zitao comes, and he manages to avoid getting most of it on him, but some of it splatters on his cheek anyway. Once Zitao’s pulled himself together enough, he looks mortified - “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he says, blushing dark red as he fumbles around, trying to grab a tissue out of the box sitting on his nightstand. Carefully, he wipes the come off of Baekhyun’s face, and Baekhyun thinks to himself that it’s kind of endearing.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” he says, smiling and pulling himself back onto the bed, leaning into Zitao’s shoulder. “Did you learn a lot, though?”

“Yes,” Zitao says. “I did. Should I show you, hyung?”

Baekhyun laughs. “Do your best,” he replies.

2. krisbaek
When Chanyeol had pulled him out into the hallway one day and warned him, “Not to freak you out or anything, but Baekhyun’s really... intense, you know, in the bedroom,” Kris had just laughed it off.

“I’m from Canada,” he’d replied, not really paying Chanyeol much mind, because he knows from experience that Chanyeol can work himself up over the strangest things sometimes. “I’m open-minded. Besides, why do you even know that? Is there something that I need to know about?”

“We share a bedroom, okay. I hear things. I see things.” Chanyeol had clapped a hand on his shoulder and nodded solemnly. “Well, I’ve done my duty. Don’t say that nobody told you.”

In retrospect, Kris thinks, he should have taken the warning a little more seriously. He might have been marginally more mentally-prepared to have his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of Baekhyun’s bed.

“They’re not too tight, are they?” Baekhyun asks as he reaches over to adjust the cuffs, tone far too lightly conversational for the situation.

“No, it’s alright,” he replies. He feels vaguely uncomfortable, but also vaguely aroused. It is, he reflects, probably the weirdest boner he’s ever popped in his life.

“It’s probably your first time doing stuff like this, right?” Baekhyun says, smiling slightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. You remember the safeword, right?”

“Yeah. Algebra for slow down. Calculus for stop,” Kris replies.

“I don’t think you’ll have to use them,” Baekhyun says, rather casually, as he reaches down to unbutton Kris’s pants. “But if you do, it’s alright. I want you to enjoy this.”

“Okay,” Kris says, because he doesn’t really know how else to reply. Not that it really matters, though, because Baekhyun pushes Kris’s pants down his hips and carefully, delicately runs his fingers down Kris’s cock.

“Let’s start, then,” Baekhyun says, grip tightening slightly. “Let’s aim for five times.”

In retrospect, Kris would realize, he definitely didn’t know what the fuck he was getting himself into.

- - -

Forty-five minutes later, Kris still hasn’t come yet - not because he doesn’t want to, because if he’d had it his way he’d have come within the first ten minutes. But every time he starts getting close Baekhyun backs off, leaving him just seconds from release and bringing to him a whole new meaning to the term blue balls.

The first two times, it’d just been Baekhyun’s hands, moving at a pace that was deceptively leisurely, and Kris almost hadn’t minded it too much when Baekhyun denied him because he’s always liked Baekhyun’s fingers. It’s not until the third time, when Baekhyun had pressed kisses to his inner thigh and started using his tongue to tease that Kris started pulling at his restraints, struggling to keep it together.

“This is definitely cruel and unusual,” he’d muttered when Baekhyun had rolled his lips off Kris’s dick, leaving him achingly close to the edge of orgasm.

“Are you complaining?” Baekhyun had asked, but in a teasing tone. Kris, though, was saved from having to choke out a half-hearted answer when Baekhyun leaned in to kiss his cheek, gently pressing his lips down his jawbone and back up again: it almost would’ve been sweet in a chaste sort of way, if he hadn’t followed up by reaching down to start stroking at Kris’s dick again right afterwards.

In between the fourth and fifth, Baekhyun had taken a break to jerk himself off, putting on a show that was almost a little painful to see, because Kris had gotten embarrassingly hard just watching. Baekhyun had to wait almost ten minutes for Kris to settle himself down enough before starting again, and even then he’d only lasted a few minutes before coming dangerously close to his peak again.

But at least he’d endured. “This is the fifth, right?” Kris asks, because he’s lost count - any rational thoughts he tries to have get led astray by his dick: everything in this state is uncomfortably arousing to him, and even the feeling of the bedsheets against his skin is starting to drive him a little crazy.

Baekhyun smiles. “It’s the fifth,” he confirms as he reaches over to pull out a bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer.

Kris tries not to look relieved, but he’s pretty sure it’s written all over his face. “So you’ll let me come this time,” he continues.

“Yeah, I will,” Baekhyun replies, squirting some of the lube over his hands, and more over Kris’s dick. It’s cool and leaves a tingling sensation, in stark contrast to the warmth of Baekhyun’s hands.

Kris likes to think of himself as having a decent amount of self-control, but he can’t stop his hips from bucking up so erratically that Baekhyun barely has to move his hands. “Fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back so hard that he nearly hits the headboard of the bed.

“Whoa, careful there,” Baekhyun says, but Kris is too far gone to really register the words, let alone pay them any heed - he can feel his orgasm coming and when it comes, it comes hard, his whole body shuddering with effort.

For a few minutes, all he can do is slump back, close his eyes, and breathe: he’s released almost an hour of sexual frustration bottled up in just a few seconds, and exhausted doesn’t begin to cover how he feels about that. He only notices that Baekhyun’s undone the handcuffs when he registers the feeling of his hands flopping against the bed - there’s a faint feeling of soreness where he’d pulled a little too hard, but it’s nothing compared to the afterglow of finally, finally being allowed to come.

When he finally opens his eyes again, Baekhyun’s lying next to him, grinning far too widely. “How was it?” he asks, reaching over to massage at Kris’s wrists lightly.

Kris considers the question for a moment. “Chanyeol was wrong,” he replies. “Intense was not a proper warning for all this. He should’ve said Baekhyun’s pretty much crazy in bed, you might actually cry instead.”

“You didn’t cry, though,” Baekhyun says, and smiles lopsidedly. “Next time, do you think I should try for that?”

“Forget I said anything,” Kris replies. “Please.”

Baekhyun laughs, but then his gaze turns serious - “But it really was good, right?” he asks. “Because I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, you know? I like you. I don’t want to scare you off.”

Kris nods. “It was good,” he says, before pausing. Really good, even, like - I didn’t even know it was possible to come that hard before just now?, is what he wants to say, but he’s still too embarrassed to admit that much.

“Good,” Baekhyun replies, and smiles, snuggling into Kris’s side comfortably. “Then you’re not totally opposed to doing it again sometime.”

“I’m going to sleep now,” Kris says, a little too quickly.

3. kaixing
It’s only by the time Jongin’s unzipping Yixing’s pants that Yixing speaks up for the first time: “We shouldn’t do this here,” Yixing says - his already shaky Korean is even looser than usual, his consonants harder and more guttural than they usually are. “Somebody, somebody could - ”

Jongin’s not listening, though, so he shuts Yixing up by pulling his pants down and cupping his half-hard dick in his palm. Yixing’s cut off mid-sentence as he throws his head back, nearly colliding with the practice room walls. “Just be quiet and nobody will come,” Jongin says. Yixing manages to collect himself just enough to nod, and any uncertainty in his expression melts away when Jongin starts jerking him off, in rough, uneven motions - Yixing, he finds, doesn’t moan or say much during sex, but he makes little, breathy noises right into Jongin’s ear that turn him on inexplicably.

“Do me too, hyung,” Jongin murmurs, letting go of Yixing’s cock only to guide Yixing’s hands to his own. Yixing only hesitates for a moment before he unzips Jongin’s pants too, and reaches down to return the favor, with more confidence than Jongin imagined he’d have - he’d thought Yixing would be shy or balk at it, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. Jongin’s vision goes a little hazy as Yixing fingers the underside of his dick slowly, adding just enough pressure that Jongin almost forgets that he’s jerking off Yixing too, and he’s only just coherent enough to reach down and start fondling lightly at Yixing’s balls, gauging how much pressure to use and how fast to go by the roughness of Yixing’s breathing.

The haze of pleasure around his head is only broken when Yixing exhales sharply and says something in Mandarin. “I’m going to - Jongin,” he moans, and comes into Jongin’s palm - it’s the sound of his name that pushes Jongin over the edge, and he follows a few moments later, harder than he’s ever been able to with just him jerking himself off on his bed.

For a few moments, all they can do is lean into each other, trying to regain some composure. “I told you nobody would come in,” Jongin says, voice still rough and maybe just a tiny bit tremulous.

Yixing laughs and licks his lips. “Not this time,” he replies, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. “But how do you feel about pushing our luck?”

“I was born lucky,” Jongin says.

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