part one hundred thirty six

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wat bday fic do u want

[(Anonymous)]

anything tbh

have sum baeksoo

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the couch dips beneath baekhyun's weight. a deliberate knee settles against kyungsoo's thigh and kyungsoo doesn't have to ask. he already knows. baekhyun has a tell -- well, he has a lot of tells, but the worst one is when he glues himself to someone's side until they give in, as if mere proximity will make them do what he wants. kyungsoo keeps his eyes on the television and thumbs the remote control. he'd been wondering when baekhyun was going to get to him.

"what makes you think i even want to sleep with you?"

out of the corner of his eye he can see baekhyun's mouth lifting. whenever baekhyun's this close kyungsoo notices everything: the intent tiptoe of his fingers along the slope of kyungsoo's shoulder, curling with purpose at the nape of his neck. the shower goes off. chanyeol's deep voice rumbles in the kitchen. jongin's head, pillowed on the seat of the couch to kyungsoo's right, slides further down from where he's fallen asleep watching tv. and then baekhyun leans closer, fingers pinching a bit of skin right along kyungsoo's hairline, and kyungsoo inhales sharply. baekhyun widens his grin, legs falling apart, and says, posturing at its finest, "everyone wants to sleep with me."

kyungsoo opens his mouth and nothing comes out for a second. baekhyun pulls back, all pretense gone. it's the sudden loss of heat that makes kyungsoo follow its source, not the proposition on the table, but baekhyun smirks like it's all him anyway.

"come on, birthday boy," he says. "let's go." he stands and shakes himself out, neck cracking. he leaves the bedroom door open.

"bye, hyung," sehun says idly, like it's a foregone conclusion. he snatches the remote control out of kyungsoo's hand and wiggles his fingers. kyungsoo sends him a look that he hopes conveys the depth of his dismay and sehun actually rears his head back before smiling again, eyes disappearing behind his lashes.



baekhyun's already half-undressed by the time the door clicks behind kyungsoo's back. he wedges a chair underneath the doorknob just in case and crosses over to the bed in three long steps, puts a hand in between baekhyun's shoulders and pushes him down. baekhyun's face hits the sheets, a hiss of air escaping through his teeth. from the curve of his mouth kyungsoo can see, baekhyun's still grinning.

"if we're doing this," he says, "we're doing it my way."

"whatever you like," baekhyun says. "i'm pretty flexible." kyungsoo drags them up and baekhyun goes boneless with his face smashed into the pillow. he turns back to watch kyungsoo take his shirt off with one hand. "you know, i wasn't sure what you were into but this suits me fine—"

"the first thing i'd like you to do is shut up," kyungsoo says mildly.

baekhyun laughs. "no promises," he says. kyungsoo dips his head down and bites the gentle curve of baekhyun's shoulder blade, teeth scraping against the smooth jut of bone, and baekhyun's laugh cuts off into surprised yelp. "biter, huh?"

kyungsoo lifts himself up and smiles. he drags baekhyun's boxers the rest of the way down and drops them on the floor. "having second thoughts?"

baekhyun's eyes flash. "hell no." he reaches back, grabs kyungsoo's hand and pulls it to his neck himself, canines glinting in the dark.