Kris/Baekhyun, au | NC-17 | ~2k
Baekhyun is Kris's bestman. This is their last time together before Kris gets married.
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Baekhyun tries to make polite conversation. “You got your suit tailored right? Make sure your tie actually matches with it this time.” He smiles weakly.
Kris looks at him, expression miserable. “Baek, please, let’s not…”
Baekhyun stands up, walks over to where Kris is sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees, head bowed. “Hey,” Baekhyun says, kneeling down and taking Kris’s hands in his. “You’re getting married tomorrow. Look happy.”
Kris closes his eyes, and Baekhyun’s trying hard to hold tears back as well, his fingers shaking even as he grasps Kris’s hands tightly. He doesn’t realize he’s trying to smile again when Kris opens his eyes and says, “Stop,” as he brings his hands to cup Baekhyun’s face. Stop pretending you’re okay with this.
Kris figures he’s always been kind of selfish, keeping certain things to himself. But this… this is the kind of selfish where he asks Baekhyun to be his best man at his wedding with a girl he doesn’t even know, the kind of selfish where he still lets himself into Baekhyun’s apartment and undresses him like none of this arrangement ever happened. To him, being selfish is acting as if everything’s alright even when he sees the tears lining Baekhyun’s eyes.
She’s good for you, I can tell, Baekhyun had said one night, feeling hot even though he was naked in the middle of November, Kris’s arm draped over his waist. Your parents would approve of her, not me.
Kris had said nothing, rolling over and licking his way into Baekhyun’s mouth without pretense, taking Baekhyun’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling, hands already working on spreading Baekhyun’s thighs apart and wrapping his legs around his waist.
No one’s as good as you he had whispered against Baekhyun’s temple that night, thrusts shallow and lazy even as Baekhyun clawed at his back to go faster. No one will ever be as good as you.
Kris’s kisses are hungry, rougher than they were before, his teeth nearly breaking through the bruising skin of Baekhyun’s lips. He pulls Baekhyun up from the floor and yanks him down on his lap, feels the warm thighs press against his waist as he shoves a hand underneath Baekhyun’s shirt, fingers teasing a nipple as he sucks Baekhyun’s tongue into his mouth, moaning low in his throat.
“Kris, we really -” Baekhyun mumbles against his lips, breath hitching when Kris starts kissing down his neck. It’s always been a sensitive area and Kris loves leaving bruises there. “We really shouldn’t -”
“It’s our last night together,” Kris says, hands already tugging Baekhyun’s shirt over his head. Baekhyun shivers, goosebumps racing down his arms, as Kris presses his palms against his ribs. “Let me have this. Let me have you.”
And Baekhyun lets him.
The way Kris undresses him is the opposite of his kisses; his movements are slow, unhurried, sliding Baekhyun’s jeans off and leaving his briefs on while he crawls up and kisses him. Baekhyun sighs, lifting his bare legs to wrap around Kris’s waist and rolling his hips. The friction against Kris’s jeans isn't enough, and Baekhyun whines, hands coming up to grasp Kris’s shoulder.
“Please, please hurry.”
“I want to take my time,” Kris murmurs, tongue flicking over a nipple and fingers teasing along the waistband of Baekhyun’s boxer. He finally moves his hand down and rubs the heel over Baekhyun’s erection. “I want to remember this.”
“You’re so -” Baekhyun chokes on his words when Kris pulls back and bends down, the heat of his mouth pressing against his clothed dick. “You’re so lame.”
Kris chuckles and finally slides Baekhyun’s briefs off, leaving him naked and shivering on his bedsheets. He takes a moment to admire the view, watches as the flush on Baekhyun’s chest extend up his neck and spill into his cheeks, how watery his eyes are already even though Kris has barely touched him. The sun is setting and the light leaks into the room, golden rays streaked across the softness of Baekhyun’s belly.
Kris runs his hands up the sides of Baekhyun’s thighs, feels them quivering beneath his touch. “The things I’d do to see you like this every day,” he says, lips trailing along the inside of his thighs. “If I could, I’d handcuff you to my bed, fuck you whenever I want.”
Baekhyun shudders; he can already feel the rub of handkerchiefs around his wrists from the many nights Kris had tied him to the headboard, a gag cutting into the corner of his mouth as Kris fucks him so hard Baekhyun couldn’t move afterwards.
It’s scary how Baekhyun’s completely fine with being tied to Kris, how willing he is to have Kris fuck him into submission. He’d rather have Kris break his skin with his nails and teeth than have Kris not touch him at all. Now that is a nightmare come true.
And that nightmare is going to happen tomorrow. Baekhyun pushes the thought out of his head as Kris sucks him slowly into his mouth, lips a tight ring around the shaft as his tongue flicks over the slit. “Oh,” Baekhyun gasps, hands scrambling across Kris’s broad shoulders before settling one on his head and the other over his own mouth, biting on his knuckles.
Kris takes his cock in all the way, humming as it nudges the back of his throat. Baekhyun’s back arches off the bed, and Kris pulls away, too early for Baekhyun’s liking, and reaches over to yank Baekhyun’s hand from his mouth.
“I want to hear you,” he says lowly, his other hand trailing up Baekhyun’s right leg and hooking it around his waist. “I want to hear everything.”
The lube is cold when Kris presses his fingers against Baekhyun’s entrance, rubbing in teasing circles until Baekhyun reaches down and grabs his wrist, eyes pleading as he whispers please over and over like a mantra. Baekhyun is still tight around his middle finger when Kris slides in another and then another, crooking them until Baekhyun’s stomach spasms and his legs clench around Kris’s waist.
“Oh fuck, right there, yeah,” Baekhyun moans, hands coming up to grasp Kris’s biceps. Kris smirks, rubbing against his prostate repeatedly until Baekhyun feels like his skin is going to melt off. “God, stop, please before I -”
Kris pulls his fingers out and pushes Baekhyun’s legs back until his knees were nearly pressed into the mattress. He catches Baekhyun’s eyes and Baekhyun nods slightly, hands coming up to cup Kris’s neck and pull him down, kissing him desperately as the head of Kris’s cock presses against him, slick and hot.
Kris’s eyes bore into his as he pushes in, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his brows furrow, and he lets out a low moan, hot breath fanning over Baekhyun’s cheek. “How are you still so tight?” he mutters, caging Baekhyun in with his forearms. He rests his forehead against Baekhyun’s chest, rolls his hips like he has all the time in the world just to hear Baekhyun’s high-pitched whine as nails dig into his shoulders.
“Oh my god,” Baekhyun gasps when Kris leans back and pulls his legs higher up, the rhythm of his hips increasing until he’s slamming against Baekhyun’s thighs. “Fuck Kris.”
“So tight,” Kris says again, panting as he thrusts into Baekhyun so hard the skin of his asscheeks are a dark shade of pink. “I wonder if you’ll still be this tight if I fuck you all day long.”
Baekhyun wants to say let’s try and see but his breath hitches in his throat when Kris suddenly rolls them over, his hair fanning over a pillow as he looks up at Baekhyun expectantly. “C’mon,” he whispers, fingers running along the soft skin of Baekhyun’s thighs. “Ride me.”
Baekhyun lets out a strangled moan and leans down so he can hold onto Kris’s shoulder. He grinds down, rolling his hips in small circles as his cock twitches, the head leaking precome onto Kris’s stomach. He can feel Kris deeper like this and he says so, voice hoarse from how sore his throat is. There’s a spark in Kris’s eyes as he brackets Baekhyun’s waists between his hands and rolls his hips up, meeting Baekhyun’s rhythm as Baekhyun gasps and nearly falls on Kris’s chest, his arms feeling like jelly.
“You’re gonna have to go faster if you want to come,” Kris says, lifting his head up just enough to press his lips against Baekhyun’s. The tender motion contrasts with the bruising grip he has on his waist, the tips of his fingers digging into the soft skin. “Do you want to come?”
He smirks when Baekhyun nods frantically, wet bangs flopping against his forehead. “Yes, yes, oh god, Kris, please,” he breaks off with a sob when Kris wraps his hand around Baekhyun’s dick, rubbing his palm over the head and spreading the precome along the shaft.
Kris rolls his hips again and Baekhyun nearly screams. Kris groans, the tight heat suddenly clenching around his cock. His hand moves faster along Baekhyun’s dick, the slick sound drowned out by Baekhyun’s breathless gasps. He collapses on Kris’s chest, his hips barely moving as Kris pounds into him from underneath. He feels a hand curl into the hairs on the back of his neck and yank his head up, Kris’s lips devouring his hungrily and Baekhyun kisses back just as roughly even though he can hardly breathe.
Baekhyun comes first, feeding his moans down Kris’s throat. Kris fists Baekhyun’s dick until he whines, body shuddering from the oversensitivity. He sits up, thighs still straddling Kris’s waist, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his neck.
“You’re not done yet,” Kris says, rolling around so that Baekhyun’s pinned beneath him again. He takes Baekhyun’s hand and presses it against his cock. Baekhyun gets the hint and wraps his fingers around it, fist loose so Kris can thrust into it. He lets Kris roll his hips into the circle of his fingers for a while before he’s pushing Kris back, smiling when Kris looks at him in confusion.
Baekhyun leans back, lips kissing along the V of Kris’s hipbones before wrapping around Kris’s dick. The precome is sticky on his tongue, and he moans, tightening his lips and sucking Kris into his mouth until the head is pressing against his throat. “Baekhyun,” Kris gasps, a hand coming down to grasp Baekhyun’s hair tightly.
Baekhyun smiles a little, throat working to swallow around his cock, and Kris’s shoulders dig into the mattress as his back bows off the bed. Kris starts thrusting shallowly into the heat of Baekhyun’s mouth, fingers running through his hair and tugging.
He comes with a drawn out moan. Baekhyun swallows once, twice and then pulls away, coughing as the rest of Kris’s come lands on his cheek and slides down to his neck. Kris sits up, panting as he grabs Baekhyun’s chin and kisses him messily. He tastes himself on Baekhyun’s tongue, feels the vibrations of Baekhyun’s soft moans against his chest.
He leans back and wipes the come off Baekhyun’s cheek with his thumb before pressing the digit against Baekhyun’s lips. “Suck,” he says, watching hungrily as Baekhyun’s tongue darts out and licks the come off his finger, lips coming to wrap around it as he sucks it into his mouth.
Baekhyun flops on his back while Kris cleans him up with a fresh towel, fingers pressing gently on the bruises blooming along his hips. Baekhyun hisses and tugs Kris down so that Kris is laying on top of him, Baekhyun’s arms wrapped around his chest and legs around his waist.
Kris nudges his nose against Baekhyun’s and Baekhyun meets him halfway, moaning softly when Kris licks along the underside of his upper lip. “Stay,” he whispers, lips brushing against Kris’s cheek. He wraps his arms even closer, trying to bring Kris as close to him as he possibly can. “Stay for the night.”
Kris hesitates for a split second and then turns to press a kiss against Baekhyun’s temple. “Okay,” he mumbles, already drowsy but he doesn’t want to sleep. Because when he wakes up, everything will be over. “I’ll stay.”
The wedding meets everyone’s expectations; it’s elegant with the women in flowing dresses and men in clean pressed suits, wine glasses shining like diamonds in their gold-covered fingers. Baekhyun nods and grins at the incoming guests even as the vodka burns down his throat.
When Kris is standing on the altar, Baekhyun keeps his eyes trained on the tip of his shoes, head bowed as the wedding march plays and the audience ooh’s at the sight of the bride. Kris’s back is rigid and his smile forced as he takes her hand in his.
The priest’s words sort of blur together, and Baekhyun feels his hand twitch when he hears, “Anyone who believes there is a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He reaches up and touches the side of his neck, feels the bruises from yesterday like some sort of faded memory. He looks at Kris and wonders if this is what it means to regret.
You may now kiss the bride.
A/N: illegiblesigns is a horrible person bc she makes me want to write krisbaek things without even doing anything.