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baekhyun/kyungsoo for exopromptmeme ; nc-17 ; intercrural sex.

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"I want to try something," is how it always begins.

Kyungsoo doesn't know why he puts up with it. Baekhyun's a demanding little shit who manipulates everyone and everything into getting his way, and Kyungsoo is no stranger to his ways. Dating Byun Baekhyun is an uphill challenge.

"But the sex is great, though," says Baekhyun noncommittally, after Kyungsoo's said all of this aloud, leaning back against the headboard of Baekhyun's bed, books and notes propped up on his knees. "You won't find anyone else like me around."

"Wanna bet?" asks Kyungsoo, penciling a neat equation into his notes. He catches Baekhyun doodling absently in the corner of his own, and he knocks Baekhyun's hand away, rolling his eyes. "And pay attention. That test is tomorrow."

Baekhyun just yawns, and kicks his book off the bed. "You know I'm gonna ace it anyway."

Kyungsoo knows. Baekhyun might be an ass, but he's a smart one. Second in their class only to Kyungsoo. Perks of dating a top student: much of their time can be spent making out rather than pouring over homework.

There's a sudden flip of pages and pens, and Kyungsoo finds Baekhyun straddling his knees, that wicked little grin on his face. "I want to try something."

"Only if I top," says Kyungsoo, resigning himself to a life of 'weird sex things that Baekhyun wants to try,' as Chanyeol and Jongdae put it. He beckons Baekhyun forward, and catches his lower lip with his teeth. "Idiot," murmurs Kyungsoo, sliding his hand into the back of Baekhyun's hair and tugging lightly, the way he knows will get Baekhyun exhaling those breathy little gasps.

Baekhyun gets off on a little bit of pain, and damn if Kyungsoo won't take advantage of that.

"Your idiot," says Baekhyun, and he licks into Kyungsoo's mouth insistently, fingers scrabbling at Kyungsoo's jeans, only separating to allow Kyungsoo to tug it off, and to tug his own pants off as well. "Come on, come on."

"What are we doing now?" asks Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun just grins, flipping their positions. Kyungsoo runs his hands down the sides of Baekhyun's legs, soft, smooth, a dusting of hair below his knees. "Baekhyun," he says again, and Baekhyun reaches around his pillow to grab a bottle of lube. Kyungsoo's not even surprised; he keeps it everywhere.

"I want you to fuck me," says Baekhyun, and isn't that what they always do? "As in, fuck my thighs."

Kyungsoo narrows his eyes at him. "You want me to what?"

"It's not that difficult a concept." Baekhyun points. "Your dick goes there."

"How does is that even pleasurable?"

"Trust me," says Baekhyun, eyebrows wiggling, "I'm Byun Baekhyun."

"Of course," sighs Kyungsoo, pinching the lube from Baekhyun's hand, and uncapping it. "Of course you are."

"Glad you recognise my genius after all." Baekhyun yelps when Kyungsoo spreads lube across the inside of Baekhyun's thighs, fingers moving lightly across skin. "Cold."

"Stop squirming." Kyungsoo sits back on his haunches to tug his shorts down, and he takes a little time to himself to wrap his hand around his cock, jerking himself to hardness, biting his lip as he scrunches his nose.

Baekhyun breathes out heavily, watching him. "That's hot."

"I know," says Kyungsoo, shifting positions slightly to trap Baekhyun's knees between his own, pressing his thighs together tight. "So, what. I just--"

"Yeah-- yeah," says Baekhyun, "just... yeah, go on."

Kyungsoo nudges his cock against Baekhyun's thighs, and presses into the tightness, breath hitching slightly when his cock pulses between Baekhyun's thighs. Baekhyun stutters out a breath when Kyungsoo's cock brushes up against his balls as he gets into it, thrusting in harder. "You remember," breathes Baekhyun, "right-- you remember how I like it when-- ah, when you scratch me down my legs."

"Yeah," exhales Kyungsoo, a heady wave of pleasure hitting him even as he continues rocking into the taut line of skin. It's surprisingly good. It almost feels like having actual sex. And seeing that Baekhyun's already writhing beneath him, he's probably enjoying it as much as Kyungsoo is. "Don't tell me, you--"

Baekhyun moans softly, fingers curled around his own cock, stroking lightly. "Sensitive," he chokes out, "wanted to try."

"Should have known," breathes Kyungsoo, and he rolls his hips just a little harder, just a little tauter, just a little more angled, and he thoroughly enjoys the way Baekhyun's head tips back against the pillow, the veins in his neck standing out with every groan and whimper that's tugged from the back of his throat.

It's not long before Kyungsoo's thrusts become erratic and shaky, and he comes with a cry against Baekhyun's shoulder. Baekhyun comes too, soon after, a loud little gasp of Kyungsoo's name, fingers curling tight into Kyungsoo's hips.

They roll apart, sticky and sweat-soaked. Kyungsoo pulls a pen out from under his back and grimaces. "Did we just fuck on my homework?"

"Who cares," says Baekhyun, breathless. "That was nice."

And for once, Kyungsoo has to agree. Maybe sometimes Baekhyun has good ideas.

"Hey, hey." Baekhyun props himself up on his elbow. "You know what would be great? We should get matching tattoos."

Only sometimes.

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