Baekhyun's Dreamscape

Baekhyun didn't really regain his conscious train of thought until Jackson set him down on the bathroom counter to be wiped down. He pouted at Jackson's teasing, squirming to show his displeasure. It wasn't a very smart move, though — his backside and his waist hurt like hell. Fresh and clean again, Baekhyun slid down the counter, falling into Jackson's arms so that he could give him a quick hug. "Let's order in bed," he said, pulling Jackson by his hand back to the bedroom. Yibo was waiting, like Baekhyun had asked him to. What a good boy! Baekhyun hopped into bed, flying on top of Yibo to press a greeting kiss to his lips. "What do you think about pizza?" he asked the younger with complete seriousness, peering into Yibo's eyes to see if Yibo was going to agree because he really did want pizza, or if he was just saying it to appease Baekhyun.

Jackson didn't stop until Baekhyun had so hard that his body had to be physically held down to stop his shaking. "Good boy," Jackson continued to praise, reaching his next high easily when he saw Baekhyun's messy sight before him. He finished his business, deep inside of his boyfriend before pulling out and picking Baekhyun up in his arms. Baekhyun was light like a feather, probably because of all the he'd let out of his body. "Let's get you cleaned up properly now," Jackson chuckled, the tenderness back in his voice as he brought Baekhyun into the bathroom for his second round of washing up. "Look at you, you're so needy and desperate for a ing that you forgot all about the food you were supposed to get for yourself and Yibo, silly boy."

Baekhyun felt like he could go on for ages before, but as soon as Jackson asked, he felt his release build up like the quick climb of a steep rollercoaster. He squirmed, managing to give a soft cry as his answer before he came, his twitching over his stomach as hot, white painted the cool skin of his belly, all while Jackson was ing him so hard that Baekhyun couldn't even get a word in. He was a melting mess over the table, with his eyes screwed tightly shut and his toes curling as he tried to get grip of himself though the intense sensations he was being given.

"I'll buy another one," Jackson answered, since it was absolutely not a concern to him at all, continuing to relentlessly into Baekhyun. Jackson didn't particularly like being hushed either, so he made sure to teach Baekhyun a lesson. By leaving a mark. When the younger's finger slid down enough for him, he bit down on Baekhyun's long, slender finger. "You're the one being loud," Jackson reminded the younger, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down so that Baekhyun wouldn't try to come up with any more tricks to stop him. "Are you close baby?" Jackson asked, no demanded, as he felt his getting close.

Halfway through it all, Baekhyun had a wild, harrowing thought. What if Yibo heard everything and came downstairs demanding why he'd been left out? Baekhyun was happy with one up his for now, but two might be a bit much. His hand slid up Jackson's arm, his index finger pressing perpendicular to Jackson's lips in a half-assed attempt to hush him. The thing was, Baekhyun was barely keeping it in himself, and so his hand dropped from Jackson's lips as quickly as it had gone up. "The table," Baekhyun whimpered, finding something new to fret about. "You'll break it!"

Upon hearing Baekhyun using his manners, Jackson softened up a little on the younger. He gripped onto the younger's hips tightly, his fingerprints imprinting in Baekhyun's skin as he started to pull Baekhyun's hips towards him so that he could shorten his s and, as Baekhyun requested, go faster. He grunted loudly, the veins on his biceps straining against his skin as he held Baekhyun tightly and ed him relentlessly. Baekhyun was loud, but Jackson wasn't far behind in volume either. He wanted the younger a mess so that not even his words would be coherent.

Why was Jackson /so/ obsessed with being violent! Baekhyun squealed and squirmed when he felt a spank over his raised bottom, his fingernails digging into Jackson's arm in retaliation. Despite his actions, his words were repentant. "Hyung," he moaned out, unable to help the and sultry tone he had taken on with the way that Jackson was ing him, dominating him. "I- I'm not demanding- I- please!" With his length bouncing up and down over his stomach to Jackson's s, it took a lot for Baekhyun to string together a coherent sentence. "Please- can hyung go faster-"

Hm, it appeared that Jackson had not been strict enough when it came to teaching Baekhyun manners. What had he said about asking for something without saying the magic words? Instead of going harder with his s, Jackson raised a hand up to his head and brought it down, his palm making full-on contact with Baekhyun's perky . "Are you making demands right now?" he growled, though he didn't stop his s, "What do you say? And who are you speaking to?"

Baekhyun stumbled along with Jackson once he was dragged off the kitchen counter, his knees weak already knowing what he had asked for was coming to fruition very quickly. He squeaked when he was thrown against the kitchen table. Although its heavy wooden material was sturdy, the way that Jackson started ing Baekhyun was making it shake and wobble like a cheap second-hand table. Baekhyun yelped when he was penetrated so suddenly, but his bottom was quite accustomed to it by now, after several rounds of having up his . His hands clung to the tops of Jackson's shoulders, and his moans filled the first floor easily. "Harder," he begged, liking the sound of their skin slapping together. "Faster-"

Jackson made a face when Baekhyun made a demand. What had they talked about being rude and demanding instead of asking politely? Well, at least Baekhyun remembered to say please at the end. Jackson didn't let go of the younger right when he asked for it though. Things worked on a two-way street so if Baekhyun wanted to get what he requested, then he had to be patient and let Jackson get what he wanted too. Only after he had finished another hickey onto the younger's sharp collarbones did Jackson finally release Baekhyun's erect and pull him off the counter. "Come," he said, dragging Baekhyun over to the kitchen table and easily hoisting him onto his back over the flat table surface. He pushed Baekhyun's legs apart, and without much resistance on the younger's end, plunged himself deep into Baekhyun's again. He hit the ground running with fast and sharp s into Baekhyun's tight hole.

The pleasure that Jackson was giving him was starting to heat Baekhyun up all the way up to his face, his cheeks turning red. As if all of this wasn't enough, Jackson even /bit/ him! Like an animal! Baekhyun bit back a yell, but his grip over Jackson's hair tightened. "No," he whined, trying to push at Jackson's shoulders to get him to listen. "I don't like this..." Well, Baekhyun did. He loved anything Jackson did to him, but there was something else he liked even more. "I want you to me instead- please-"

It was during moments like this when Jackson lived to prove that being a giver was better than being a receiver. As Baekhyun squirmed and moaned under him, he only continued on with his steady pumping pace at the younger's member. Whatever it had to take, Jackson was going to /milk/ Baekhyun dry before the night came to an end. It was all part of their good fun. "I'm helping you," Jackson answered flatly at yet another silly question from his adorably silly boyfriend. With Baekhyun sitting on the counter with nowhere to go or escape to, Jackson smirked, almost cruelly, as he leaned in and bit down hard on the younger's shoulder to leave a lasting mark.

A soft sigh left Baekhyun's lips when he felt his being taken in Jackson's hand. Clearly, the night was still young in Jackson and Yibo's minds. Baekhyun had no choice but to go along with it, knowing Jackson's reaction already if he tried to protest or struggle. With Jackson standing between his legs, Baekhyun couldn't reach any part of Jackson that he actually wanted. His hands slid up the back of Jackson's neck and fisted up his hair, keeping him close. It was weird to have Jackson do all this... teasing or or whatever it was. They always got straight to the point. "Seriously, what are you doing?" Baekhyun moaned, his toes curling and uncurling from the tingling pleasure that reached every corner of his body.

Jackson knew very well what Baekhyun was doing when the younger tried to distract him with a kiss. Though, that didn't mean he didn't let himself be baited. He loved the taste of Baekhyun's lips against his own, and so while the younger himself was distracted with that, Jackson slowly pushed Baekhyun's legs apart from his inner thigh, his hand slipping in between to grasp at his exposed member and giving the tip a few playful squeezes. He began to at a languid pace, not wanting to overstimulate Baekhyun in a matter of moments. No, this had to play out slow and easy, just to rile Baekhyun up longer.

Easily, Baekhyun's moans filled the filled floor. His nails dug into Jackson's arm when the feeling seemed to intensify. Though the house was warm, Baekhyun's s were standing so erect they were beginning to /hurt/. He whimpered when Jackson bit at them, and when Jackson raised his head even for a moment, Baekhyun took the opportunity to try to lure him into a kiss so that his s could have a break. His chest was red and purple all the way across from Jackson's ling, but it felt /so/ damn good. His hands roamed down and back up Jackson's arms before they cupped at his face, bringing Jackson up for a passionate, hungry kiss.

Was Baekhyun blind or numb in his chest? Jackson didn't see the need to answer such a ridiculous question, so he didn't. He caged the smaller male between him arms so that Baekhyun wouldn't be able to squirm away. Jackson made sure to tug and twist the between his teeth until it was standing pert and tall. "Pretty," he complimented before giving Baekhyun's other the equal treatment. He had been staring at Baekhyun's backside for the most part during their earlier, so it only made sense that now he got his even share of the smaller male's front too.

Baekhyun squealed when he was lifted without warning, his hands flying to grasp over the top of Jackson's shoulders for balance. His yelp was pitched as Jackson took his into his mouth. The hot wetness over his sensitive nub was already a lot for Baekhyun to bear. The pleasurable tingle from Jackson's tongue washing over his was going straight into his chest and breaking down his mind. His hands continued to cling over Jackson's upper arms, gripping into the firm muscle for an anchor on reality. "Huyng, what are you doing!" Baekhyun squealed, though it was clear that he was not opposed to it at all.

Jackson pulled at Baekhyun's arms when they wrapped around his waist, making him release him so that he could turn around and hug the smaller male in return. "What's not easy about it?" he murmured, his face in Baekhyun's damp hair as he inhaled deeply. "You love him too. It's pretty simple to me." It was a little hard to resist running his hands over Baekhyun's body, and since the younger didn't seem like he was in a rush to get back into the bedroom, Jackson took a quick moment to make a decision - he picked Baekhyun up and hefted him up onto the kitchen counter. A smirk tugged at his lips again as he came to eye-level with Baekhyun's pretty pink s. Without further ado, he leaned in, taking a into his mouth and at it hungrily.

Baekhyun did want pizza and rest, but he wanted answers, too. "Yibo had his fun," he said after he took a drink from the glass that he was offered. The cold water seemed to wake his senses up a little. "I was wondering where you went." Resting his cheek over the top of Jackson's shoulder with a content sigh, Baekhyun's arms around the older's lithe waist tightened in his embrace. The change in pace from before was very much needed for Baekhyun as he calmed his mind and his body. "Thank you, hyung. I know it must not have been easy to allow this."

When Baekhyun reappeared behind him and wrapped his slender arms around Jackson's bare waist, the older put down his glass of water right away. He turned so that he was facing Baekhyun, a gentle smile on his face. "Hey baby," he greeted, none of the crude demeanor from earlier present anymore, "Why are you up? You should be in bed," he said, brushing Baekhyun's wet hair out of his face and offering him a drink of water from his glass. "Go back to bed, I'll order us some pizza okay?" he urged, rubbing at Baekhyun's reddened bottom, "Don't keep Yibo waiting now."

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Baekhyun stiffened when he felt Yibo's warm release fill him up. He didn't want any of it to flow out of him and be washed away by the shower water, but he was too tired to try and clench even harder around Yibo. He rested against Yibo for a moment, his face tucked comfortingly against the wet skin of Yibo's neck as he recovered. When he was finally feeling up to it, Baekhyun rose slowly, letting Yibo's flaccid slide out of him. Baekhyun always hated this feeling. He winced, standing on shaky legs, his feet spread awkwardly.

The whole ordeal took a lot of energy, and Baekhyun just wanted to eat. He invited Yibo to finish showering with him. They washed each other, and Baekhyun even snuck in a few kisses for Yibo. Yibo tasted different from other men Baekhyun had kissed. Yibo tasted so... sweet and innocent. Like a breath of fresh air. Baekhyun finished washing out all the release between his legs and up his bottom, and proposed to Yibo, "You should wait for me in the bedroom," Baekhyun told Yibo, since that was his favourite place to have a meal after a hard night of ing. "I'm going to see if there's any food we can eat."

It didn't feel right to put his clothes back on since Yibo had slinked off (and Baekhyun wanted to cuddle with him , too!), so Baekhyun just towelled himself off before he headed downstairs. The movie from earlier was still playing, and the living room light was still on, but Baekhyun found Jackson in the kitchen instead, filling a glass of water. He snuck up behind the older and greeted him with a kiss over his neck. "Hyung!" He had no idea how he was going to repay Jackson for letting this happen. "Yibo and I are hungry. Do we have any leftover pizza? I'll order some if there isn't."

Yibo didn't seem to notice when Baekhyun had stopped doing the work. He was perfectly fine with moving the younger up and down on his own, since it was helping him chase his next release. After so many rounds, Yibo still couldn't get enough of the smaller male's delightful . When Baekhyun had , Yibo also didn't seem to take much notice. He did seem to take a hint when Baekhyun quivered against him, but that didn't stop him either. He continued to pound the older relentlessly. After all, Baekhyun was the one who requested another round, wasn't he? Eventually, Yibo came with a loud groan right in Baekhyun's ear, shooting a new load of inside the older's to replace whatever had been washed out earlier.

Baekhyun bucked forward when Yibo forced him so low that Baekhyun swore he could feel it in the middle of his stomach. It forced a loud moan out of him, one that even Yibo's kisses could not muffle. Baekhyun was doing his best to ride Yibo's , but it didn't seem to be enough for the younger boy, who was doing half the work moving Baekhyun up and down. It wasn't much longer before Baekhyun practically collapsed against his best friend, letting Yibo do the work as he lay over the younger with a pathetically limp body. He came quickly, his release spraying over Yibo's chest and stomach. It was washed away easily by the water, though, the only other indication of Baekhyun's being his trembling body against Yibo's.

Clearly, Baekhyun was speaking both of their truths. Yibo wanted this as much as his best friend did, and his answer was reflected in his fervent response to Baekhyun's kiss. As their tongues mingled and danced together, Yibo's hand trailed down lower and lower until his palms were splayed over the other's cheeks. He kneaded them, one cheek in each palm, until they were a peachy pink color again. Yibo pushed Baekhyun's hips down so that he sank all the way down on Yibo's , and the tip of his hit a wall. That made Yibo groan loudly - the loudest he'd been all night - as he forced Baekhyun back up his , only to repeat the same motion over and over again.

Yibo's low voice made its way straight to Baekhyun's . He whimpered at the name calling. Even though he was the older one, he was overcome with the desire to be Yibo's good boy. Leaning forward as he rolled his hips over Yibo's, Baekhyun captured his lips in a kiss again, his tongue eager to push past Yibo's lips to explore the inside of his mouth. "I wanted this for so long," Baekhyun heard himself admit, kissing Yibo messily, nipping and biting at Yibo's lips.

Baekhyun knew what he was doing, so Yibo didn't interfere. He leaned back again, in sync with Baekhyun as his enveloped Yibo's again. Yibo grabbed Baekhyun's waist, his thumbs almost able to touch in the center of the younger's abdomen when he secured his grip around Baekhyun. Keeping the smaller stable, Yibo let him find his own pace, rolling his hips upwards to meet Baekhyun's s. "Don't swear...bad boy," Yibo muttered, though his eyes were clearly fixated on Baekhyun's bouncing .

Since it was getting chilly, and about to get a lot messier, Baekhyun twisted the knob in the shower to turn the water back on again, letting the warm water splash over them as Baekhyun straddled Yibo's hips, his knees pressing hard against the tiled floor of the shower as he positioned himself over Yibo's hardening . Slowly, he eased it inside him. It elicited a loud moan from him, but now that he had been stretched thoroughly, Yibo's slipped inside him easily. "Oh- , Yibo-"

Yibo's breathing was labored, as if he had just finished a full-blown dance rehearsal on stage. He looked down at his best friend under his matted hair, pushing a hand through his wet locks as he watched Baekhyun move around so foxily. When the smaller rose and kissed him, Yibo returned the kiss, gentle and sweet. The domineering air about him had momentarily dissipated as he succumbed to the bliss of kissing hisbest friend. Baekhyun's surprise came as a surprise to him, though he did not deny the younger (as he never did). "Mm," Yibo agreed, welcoming Baekhyun to squat over him.

Baekhyun was no stranger to swallowing . He'd tasted release that was sweet as nectar, or acrid as battery acid. He steeled himself, but Yibo's release was pleasantly sweet and thick, like honeyed milk. Baekhyun didn't let a drop go to waist, doing his best to swallow without parting his lips and letting any of it slip out the corners of his mouth. He rose when he had swallowed every drop, his hands hooking around Yibo's waist and tugging the younger boy in for a long, sweet kiss. He wanted to let Yibo taste himself, know how delicious he was. One of his hands grazed over Yibo's stomach, and he closed his fingers around Yibo's limp , trying to it to life again. How often was he going to get this experience? Scratch that, when Jackson woke from his clearly drug-induced psychosis, he was never going to let this happen again. "Hyung wants it one more time. Can you handle it?"

With Baekhyun's attention redirected to pleasing him instead of teasing him, Yibo relaxed again. He let the smaller male at his own pace, low moans coming from the back of his throat as evidence of Baekhyun's good work. Yibo hummed in approval as Baekhyun's throat squeezed his comfortably. "Hyung," he finally called the younger, the first ounce of formality through their entire experience together, "I'm coming," he announced, just as he shot a warm load down Baekhyun's throat.