exo: curled fingers, curled toes

[rustle]

Curled fingers, curled toes
— Baekhyun/Kyungsoo. NC-17. 1572 words.
— Kyungsoo and Baekhyun have peculiar ways of coping with boredom.
— For the wonderful colorfunk, on her special day ♥ I know I promised BaekSoo making out in public but!! Idk. I hope!! This kind of fits the request? :( This is the dice Kyungsoo was talking about, by the way. :) (originally posted here)

Kyungsoo flexed his fingers and twirled the pen in his hand, eyes half-focused on the fan beaming at him on the other side of the table, half just waiting to shut completely. Performing on stage was much easier than burning his ass off while signing albums upon albums, flashing smiles at fans eagerly approaching them. At least dancing and singing in front of a huge crowd lasted only five minutes, fifteen at the most if there were to perform a number of songs. There wasn't the burden of having to keep a front and feeling the sting of an hour-old smile on his lips. In the heat of the summer and ridiculous stage outfits, he uncapped his pen, asked for the fan's name, then signed the album she'd thrust in his face a while ago, punctuating the encounter with a well-practiced smile. Beside him, Baekhyun slid a hand up his thigh. Baekhyun rubbed circles with his thumb, then moved his chair closer, dragging it with his ass. In Kyungsoo's ear, he whispered, "I'm bored." Kyungsoo chuckled, shrugged. He shook another fan's hand, reached for the album she handed him. Baekhyun's hand had moved to his inner thigh, knuckles grazing the length of his dick. This wasn't the first time they'd done this — the first was just a few months after debut, same setting, except they'd already been signing their faces on flimsy cardboards for three hours and the lines still hadn't seen any sign of an end. Baekhyun had said, "I'm gonna fall asleep." Kyungsoo had replied, "I could help wake you up." Baekhyun had argued, "If you're gonna punch me in the face then I might as well just fall on the floor face-first." Kyungsoo had thumbed the side of Baekhyun's dick under the table and said, "I have other ideas." "Can you pass me that album, babe?" Baekhyun was saying now, one hand busy stroking Kyungsoo under the table and the other wrapped around the marker. Baekhyun tightened his grip around Kyungsoo's cock, pressed on the tip, and Kyungsoo shot him a glare. Baekhyun's teeth were blinding in the summer sun. Kyungsoo was biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from growling. "This?" he asked a second after, recovering, and bucked his hips forward as he reached for the item at the same time that Baekhyun gave his dick a long, hard stroke. Baekhyun looked at him with wide eyes before turning his attention to the fan, then the album, and signed it, with love from Baelyeon. "Gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you won't even know what hit you," Baekhyun mumbled as he let go of Kyungsoo's cock, wiped his hand with the back of his stage shirt. Kyungsoo just laughed, cracked his neck, recalibrating. Baekhyun made the same promise too many times already and still neither of them had broken any bones; this was safe, fucking was safe, having each other around, breathing down each other's each others necks and cocks was safe. "Wanna try the dice?" Kyungsoo asked. He passed another album to Baekhyun and Baekhyun's fingers caught his under the board. Baekhyun's smile gave him shivers, both good and bad. "Sounds fun." ✈ It was Joonmyun's bright idea to still push through with practice despite the concert being pushed back by the two days. The weather forecast said they'd be getting strong rains, but they were water-proof, anyway. Commence the extensive practice and having to go through the danger of Baekhyun's face greeting his crotch again. "Whoever though this formation was a good idea?" Baekhyun complained the first time it happened. Then he fell for a second time, a third, and somewhere between the fourth and the fifth Kyungsoo had long ceased to believe that it was still an accident. "You make my knees go weak," Baekhyun singsonged, slipping an arm around Kyungsoo's waist and dragging him to the center of the stage for a waltz. Kyungsoo stepped on his foot but danced with him, anyway. Three twirls after, Baekhyun pulled him close until the tips of their noses touched. Kyungsoo could hear Chanyeol's calls of Get it, boy! behind them, just beyond the wall separating the backstage from the rest of the world. He could feel the warmth between Baekhyun's legs rubbing against his thigh. "Very, very weak," Baekhyun finished. "We're doing this here?" "You're doing me here." He scrunched his nose, slipped two fingers between his lips. Baekhyun was fucking grinning in anticipation. Kyungsoo was torn between pushing Baekhyun down on the floor, and fingering himself in front of Baekhyun and not letting Baekhyun have fun. Frustration looked better on Baekhyun but he'd just gotten a thumbs up from the floor director earlier and they'd finally nailed the choreography for the new song; Baekhyun could be grinning for different reasons. He could be submitting himself to Baekhyun for reasons not including that bright smile, as well. Kyungsoo leaned back on the stool for Jongin and Sehun's dance performance and gestured for Baekhyun to come closer. Center stage, where the spotlight shone the brightest. The warmth of the stage light tickled his skin. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered, and Baekhyun wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's waist in response. The first thrust was surprisingly smooth, but Baekhyun still clenched at the intrusion, breath hitching. "Already loose? So that's why you weren't around when we were praticing the ment," Kyungsoo said, amused, and he began to move his finger, in and out until Baekhyun had eased into the friction. Two fingers now and Kyungsoo was sucking marks on Baekhyun's skin, the junction of the neck and the jaw, and Baekhyun's mouth was hot against the base of his neck. He could feel the sting of Baekhyun's teeth digging into his skin. Baekhyun's breathing was shaky, but his grip on Kyungsoo's shirt was firm. His knees were weak yet he was asking for more. "Come on, Baekhyun groaned as Kyungsoo nearly pulled all the way out, the tips of his fingers grazing the entrance. Baekhyun moved his hips back, and Kyungsoo slipped his fingers back in, adding a third. Baekhyun was needy at best, but stick your tongue down his throat while rubbing a finger along the cleft of his ass and he'd turn from begging to demanding in a blink of an eye. Give me another, Kyungsoo. I can take it, Kyungsoo. Don't you fucking hold back now, Kyungsoo, I swear—" "Uh, what are you two doing?" came Joonmyun's voice from behind them. Baekhyun looked up. From the corner of Kyungsoo's eyes, he could make out the weak smile, the beads of tears at the corners of Baekhyun's eyes. "Hugging," Kyungsoo simply replied, twisting his fingers inside Baekhyun. Baekhyun buried his face in the crook of Kyungsoo's neck — bite marks again, red marks, bruises that will sting in the morning. Baekhyun let out a choked sob and Kyungsoo laughed a little. "For moral support." "Baekhyun looks like he's in pain." Kyungsoo slipped his free hand inside Baekhyun's pants, cupping Baekhyun's tenting erection. "He's going through a hard time right now." A light stroke, then, "I'll take care of him, hyung." Baekhyun wasn't the most difficult person to please. The occasional compliment about his voice and his ass, the light brush of the back of the hand against the cheek, a punch on the arm. Kyungsoo licking his earlobe, easy jerks in tandem with the slow thrusts of Kyungsoo's fingers. "Fuck, Kyungsoo, I'm going to—" Kyungsoo tightened his grip on the base of Baekhyun's dick, looked over his shoulder before getting off the chair and dipping his head to capture Baekhyun's length in his mouth. There was nothing but the stream of Baekhyun's soft ah's filling the air. A lick along the underside of Baekhyun's cock, light nips on the tip, and soon Baekhyun was coming at the back of Kyungsoo's throat. His legs were shaking. Kyungsoo pulled out with a light 'pop', pulled up Baekhyun's sweatpants, and wiped his fingers along the band. He groped Baekhyun's ass briefly as Baekhyun tried to collect himself, still bent over with his hands on his knees. "Let's pack up, babe," he said before walking a few steps forward, heading to the backstage. His chest was heavy; his limbs, sore. Baekhyun caught up, laced their fingers together. The heat of their hands pressed together was comforting. ✈ They were doing the last practice for Overdose before getting ready for the concert. Baekhyun was doing squats, and he was wiggling his butt at a squirming Sehun who'd unwillingly helped him get up and on Kyungsoo's feet. "Your legs okay?" Kyungsoo asked, and Baekhyun grinned down at him, pearly whites bright and blinding. It had to be the stage lights. Baekhyun was wearing black and his hair stuck to his face and it was terribly unattractive. He wasn't afraid of Baekhyun making the same mistake, nor was he afraid of his legs giving away. He clenched and unclenched his fists, eyes fixed on the corners of Baekhyun's lips. He couldn't see beyond the looming presence above him, but he could clearly make out Baekhyun mouthing, "I've got you, babe," the smile flaunted on Baekhyun's mouth, the promise of a great performance in Baekhyun's eyes.