part two hundred and twenty one

[exomeme]

   

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erotica?

“it’s cold,” baekhyun moans, spread out on the bed with only a towel around his waist. jongin can see the goosebumps peppered over the smooth expanse of skin as he steps closer, pressing one knee onto the bed. he isn’t wearing much himself, just a pair of loose pajama pants keeping him from being as entirely bare as baekhyun is, but he’s always been better adjusted to the cold.

at the dip of the bed, baekhyun turns to look at him. his eyes, naturally downward slanted, look particularly sleepy this moment and jongin tries to mask the fond chuckle that threatens to escape. “get under the blankets then, hyung.”

chanyeol’s claimed his room for the night, brandishing loud complaints that baekhyun is trying to toast him in a sauna again and that jongin is monopolizing too much of kyungsoo’s time as it is. jongin’s tired of his protests and he doesn’t particularly mind being with baekhyun, so he’s here. the brief sliver of a grin baekhyun offers him tells him he agrees -- but it doesn’t mean he won’t be difficult about it.

“nope,” baekhyun says, voice muffled as his head drops back to the pillow, waiting for him to make a move. jongin knows that baekhyun is just trying to get a rise out of him, teasing to see him flush with frustration and stumble over his words. instead, he heaves a sigh and pushes himself fully onto the bed. before baekhyun has the chance to react jongin is climbing on top of him, spreading himself out over baekhyun’s bare skin.

baekhyun isn’t expecting this, muscles tensing beneath him at the sudden contact. he shifts beneath jongin in an attempt to throw him off, but all he manages is to press the cold blades of his shoulders further into jongin’s skin, back sliding against his bare stomach with no progress in his attempt at escape. jongin grins, nuzzling his face into the curls of hair at the other’s nape when baekhyun finally settles, giving up with one last, “get off, you’re heavy.”


“always so cold, jongin says with a chuckle, “must have been a sickly child, don’t you have any circulation?” one hand, sneaking up baekhyun’s arms, rubs small circles and baekhyun whines again, this time in pleasure. he’s stopped complaining now, eyes falling closed again as he lets out a contented hum.

jongin enjoys the sensation of baekhyun going boneless beneath him, initial knots of tension fading away. he feels like he’s overheating himself, and baekhyun’s smooth skin is a cool contrast to the warmth of his own body. he spreads himself to maximize their skin contact, resting his head against the crook of baekhyun’s neck.

“still too heavy for you?” jongin murmurs against skin and feels the other jolt beneath him again. his eyes, previously droopy with sleep, are hazy now for a different reason. baekhyun laughs, this breathless chuckle that has jongin helplessly smiling back at him, but his voice is clear and steady as he responds, “no, this is nice.”

jongin is taken aback by the sudden honesty, having expected further complaint, and finds that unbearable heat once again spreading, this time across his cheeks. baekhyun doesn’t give him the chance to struggle over his tongue too much, worming one arm out from underneath him to press cold fingertips to his skin and angle his head up for a languid kiss. normally baekhyun is all force and sharp nips, but today fatigue gets the better of him and the kiss is a sloppy tangling of tongues. jongin lets out a quiet whine as baekhyun sucks softly on his own but it tampers out in an embarrassed whimper at the smug look in baekhyun’s eyes as they pull apart.

jongin fucks him like that, baekhyun still lazily stretched out on the sheets as jongin lays over him, fucking into him with slow snaps of his hips.

he likes that despite baekhyun’s disaffected front jongin still has some power over him, too.