maayacolabackup | Kpop: Fixations (Baekhyun/Sehun, NC-17)

Title: Fixations
Rating: S is for Spanking
Pairing: Baekhyun/ Sehun
Summary: Fixations are never a good thing where Baekhyun is concerned. (2k)
Notes: This is not beta’d and it is also possibly crack. also it is for

tatoeba, my goddess of writing, because she's too busy to write it herself.

Fixations are never a good thing where Baekhyun is concerned. They can all remember when Baekhyun had been obsessed with eyeliner, or when he was obsessed with Taiwanese dramas ((“Tony He is just my type,” Baekhyun swooned, as Sehun rolled his eyes. “Every drama hero is your type,” he replied, as Jongin swept his hair back with one hand and imitated Tony He’s ‘serious-actor-face’)), and those had both been very trying times in their lives. In retrospect, those obsessions hadn't been so bad, especially in comparison to Baekhyun's new obsession.

"Hey, so..." Chanyeol starts awkwardly, and Sehun looks up at him with trepidation.

"What?" he asks, and Chanyeol has an uncomfortable look on his face as he searches for the words.

"I think... I think Baekhyun's kind of... obsessed with your ass."

Jongin snorts, water getting all over his trousers as Sehun tries to will himself dead.

"You think?" Sehun asks snidely, as Kyungsoo pats him comfortingly on the shoulder. "And all this time, I hadn't even noticed."

As if Sehun could have missed it after Baekhyun climbed into the shower with him and volunteered to soap up his behind. (("You never know when we'll have to do a body soap CF," Baekhyun had said with an innocent smile, eyes glinting, and Sehun had practically climbed the shower wall to escape.))

“He’s started smacking your butt onstage,” Chanyeol soldiers on, obliviously. “It’s really getting out of hand.”

“Or in hand, if you will,” Jongin says with a snicker as he wipes futilely at his damp trousers. Sehun kicks him.

“Thank you for letting me know, Chanyeol,” Sehun says, trying to keep from sounding too dry because Chanyeol really does mean well.

“You should talk to him about it!” Chanyeol adds helpfully. “We should all make ourselves scarce this afternoon, so you guys can talk!”

Sehun considers. He should, probably, address this with Baekhyun at some point, especially considering that Sehun is starting to react to Baekhyun’s presence by pressing his back against the wall, which always makes Baekhyun laugh kind of deviously, and while Sehun laughs too it’s starting to get embarrassing how quickly he moves.

“That’s a good idea,” Kyungsoo says approvingly, and Jongin rolls his eyes.

“Or it would be if Sehun didn’t like it,” Jongin says, and Sehun kicks him again, this time in the knee. Jongin yelps and moves back.

“I do not like it,” Sehun hisses, and Jongin gives him the bff-I-know-all-your-secrets look, which has Sehun blushing because okay, maybe he does like it. “Maybe I can… I don’t know, tell him to find a new obsession. Like collecting stamps. Or something.”

“Then it’s settled,” Chanyeol says. “Jongin, let’s go get cake.”

“What?” Jongin says. “No, I gotta stay here because my mom is going to call-“

“I’ll go get Junmyeon,” Kyungsoo says, as Baekhyun walks out of the bathroom, hair wet with a towel around his waist.

“Where are we going?” Baekhyun asks, and his voice tickles down Sehun’s spine.

“Ahh, Junmyeon, Jongin, Chanyeol and I are going to get cake,” Kyungsoo says. “You don’t mind keeping Sehun company, do you?”

Sehun turns away just as Baekhyun turns toward him. Sehun’s not looking, but he can feel the way Baekhyun’s eyes glide up and down his body like Baekhyun is a lion and Sehun is an innocent gazelle he’d like to have for lunch.

“Not at all,” Baekhyun says, or purrs, rather, and Sehun is gripped with sudden fear, because Baekhyun with an obsession is dangerous.

“I changed my mind,” Sehun says, “I want to go get cake too,” but Kyungsoo is herding a squawking Jongin out the door as Chanyeol drapes himself over Junmyeon while making train noises, and Sehun finds himself alone with Baekhyun in the living room, and Baekhyun is basically naked.

Baekhyun tilts his head to the side. “I like your jeans,” Baekhyun says, and Sehun swallows because he knows Baekhyun likes these jeans, because earlier today he’d pressed his hand flat against the seat of them and squeezed. ((Baekhyun is always shameless about the things he likes.))

The thing is, Sehun thinks Baekhyun has really nice hands and the feeling of them lingering on Sehun’s backside hadn’t been unpleasant, but Sehun’s not entirely sure what Baekhyun means by all of this and if Chanyeol has noticed that it’s a problem, things have gotten out of control.

“So,” Sehun says, and his throat is really dry all of a sudden. Baekhyun takes a step closer as Sehun scrambles for something to say. “Have you ever considered, you know, stamps?”

“You know what I like more than those jeans?” Baekhyun continues, as if Sehun hasn’t said anything at all.

“Taiwanese dramas?” Sehun offers, and Baekhyun’s smile curls up his face and Sehun takes a step back and bumps into the couch.

“What’s under them,” Baekhyun says, and Sehun is trapped between his band mate and the couch and he’s about 99 percent sure he’s not about to convert Baekhyun to a new hobby in the next fifteen seconds.

And yeah, Sehun had tried to climb the shower wall to escape that one time, but that’s just because he’d gotten a hard-on from the way Baekhyun’s fingers had skimmed the sensitive skin and he hadn’t really wanted to deal with that.

But now there is no escape, and Baekhyun’s giving him that same stare he’d given Tony He, and his hands are slipping into Sehun’s back pockets like that’s allowed. “My ass is not eyeliner,” Sehun says desperately.

“Obviously,” Baekhyun says, pressing his mouth, open, to Sehun’s throat, and Sehun can’t do anything but put his hands on Baekhyun’s shoulders—bare shoulders—as Baekhyun licks down to his clavicles.

“No, I mean, I am a person! I get a say in whether you can collect my ass or not!” And that sounds wrong, and kind of stupid, but how is Sehun supposed to think when he can hear Baekhyun’s towel hitting the floor, and feel Baekhyun’s thigh sliding between his own.

Baekhyun’s hands, still in his back pockets, squeeze a little. “Can I collect your ass, maknae?” Sehun can hear the laughter in his voice, and the soft puffs of air against the now moist skin of his neck.

Sehun moans, and it’s completely involuntary.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

And then Baekhyun’s hands are sliding down the back of Sehun’s trousers, and hey, Sehun thinks, maybe they’ll have to make a Levi’s CF sometime in the future and Baekhyun’s got the right idea with all this practice.

“So let me collect,” Baekhyun says, and his nimble, pretty fingers are undoing the button of Sehun’s jeans and tugging them down, along with Sehun’s underwear, to mid thigh. He takes a moment to slide his hands across Sehun’s hips before spinning him around and pushing, so Sehun falls across the couch, face staring down at the cushions as one hand braces on the arm and the other flat down on the seat for balance.

“What are you-“ and then he’s not saying anything as Baekhyun’s hands come to rest on the skin of his asscheeks, smoothing across the skin there with a touch so light that it makes goosebumps rise in its wake.

“So pretty,” Baekhyun says, and then he’s got a cheek in each hand, squeezing, and this is humiliating but Sehun’s never gotten so hard so fast. “Just as soft as expected.”

Baekhyun squeezes again, and it’s even better without the jeans in the way, because Baekhyun has nice hands.

Then, there’s the touch of something slick and wet along his left cheek, and Sehun gasps. “Are you-“ Baekhyun doesn’t answer, because he’s licking and oh my god what does he think he’s doing?

Sehun ruts against the couch, and it’s kind of gross because they all sit there and he’s going to feel guilty later and how long does it take to get cake? But then Baekhyun is pulling away, and Sehun whines at the loss of Baekhyun’s warmth. He shivers, and Baekhyun laughs.

“Are you cold?” His hands are back, smoothing across spit slick skin, and Sehun nods almost incoherently because this is all so weird and he’s a bit strung out. “Let me warm you up.”

Sehun isn’t expecting the slap. It’s loud, and Baekhyun’s hand is firm, and it’s nothing like the playful thing Baekhyun’s been doing during performances lately that’s so outrageous it makes Sehun laugh. This is something a little different, and Sehun isn’t a child over anyone’s knee but the sound, the burn, makes him grunt and press forward for more friction as his cock twitches.

“Oh my god,” he says, and then Baekhyun slaps again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Baekhyun says, a sneaking bit of self satisfaction twining through his words, and Sehun hates the way his whole body shudders at the sound of it.

“How long?” Sehun manages, although it comes out garbled as Baekhyun’s hand hits again.

“Longer than I’ve liked Taiwanese dramas,” Baekhyun replies. “The skin is all red now.” He sounds so pleased.

“Oh,” Sehun says, and then he gasps as Baekhyun’s hands softly pet and stroke the now stinging flesh of his behind. “I-“

One of Baekhyun’s hands continues to fondly caress the skin there, while the other sneaks around to grasp Sehun’s embarrassingly leaking cock.

“Do you mind?” Baekhyun asks smugly, as he jerks Sehun roughly, and Sehun doesn’t really answer. It’s all a mess of please and faster as Baekhyun quickly jerks him to completion, cupping his hand to catch Sehun’s release as Sehun twitches and comes, the sofa catching his weight as his knees go weak. Baekhyun pulls away from him, then, and then leans forward to press a kiss to each stinging asscheek. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“What is wrong with you?” Sehun fumblingly tugs up his underwear as Baekhyun moves completely away, hand still holding Sehun’s come as he picks his towel up off the floor.

“You know I have an obsessive personality,” Baekhyun says unapologetically.

Sehun sputters as Baekhyun laughs again, offering him one of his sweet, puppy dog smiles as he retreats into the restroom. Sehun buttons up his jeans hastily as the faucet turns on.

The door opens just as Sehun zips himself up, and Kyungsoo walks in, the three others at his heels. Jongin and Chanyeol are playfully shoving each other (well, Chanyeol is playful and Jongin looks a bit homicidal) as Junmyeon massages his temples, mouth set with exasperation.

“We brought you some cake!” Kyungsoo says cheerfully, and Sehun nods. Sehun thinks they can both hear Baekhyun whistling cheerfully in the bathroom.

*

“So did you guys work it out?” Chanyeol questions cheerfully as Sehun takes a bite of cake. Sehun chokes and ignores the way his ass still stings from… well, working things out.

“Oh yes,” Baekhyun says, like it’s no surprise to him that the others had left them alone to talk about his problem. “I’ve decided that I need a new obsession, anyway.”

Sehun’s stomach unexpectedly plummets, although it’s not surprising, he guesses, that Baekhyun would move on to some new obsession now that his old one had been satisfied. Isn’t that what Sehun wanted?

“Oh yeah?” Chanyeol asks.

“I hope it’s stamps,” Jongin says snidely, and Sehun flushes.

Baekhyun smiles cheerfully and leans over to steal a piece of Sehun’s cake, despite having his own slice, and Sehun’s breath catches as Baekhyun’s hands – so pretty, and they had felt so nice against his ass—brush against his own. “I’ve decided on Sehun’s dick,” he announces, and everyone’s cake is ruined as Jongin spits his across the entire table.

*

“Who do you think gave Chanyeol the idea for us to talk things out?” Baekhyun says calmly, as he works Sehun open with two lubed fingers, scissoring and stretching as Sehun tries to muffle his moans in his arm. The shower is loud, but not that loud. “Do you think he thought of that on his own?”