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 to these kinds of things. 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 shuddered lightly, then 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.
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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.
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 03:57 am (UTC)(link)“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 to these kinds of things. 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 shuddered lightly, then 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.
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