untitled #2

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baekhyun/lu han + voyeur!sehun; nc-17; dedicated to a lovely anon at meme.

Sehun gets the idea that Baekhyun kind of - no, really, really - likes Lu Han when he demands to see Baekhyun's laptop the first few weeks after debut. "What the hell for?" Baekhyun raises a brow, skeptical. "Is this about telling everyone the times we showered together?" "Yes," Sehun replies without missing a beat, face carefully blank. "Fork it over, hyung. It's the least you owe me." "Brat, it's not as if the fans didn't go nuts over it," Baekhyun mutters, but begins scrambling for the laptop stored underneath his personal desk. "Is your laptop dead or something? Why not borrow Jongin's?" Because I'm going to delete all the porn on your laptop, Sehun doesn't say. "Do you have a password?" "No, I--" He grabs Baekhyun's laptop and stalks out of the room, ignoring Baekhyun's yell of "You don't exactly salvage your dignity by getting scratches on my monitor. And if you actually do that I will gut you, maknae!" He enters his room and sits cross-legged on his bed with Baekhyun's laptop perched on the space between his knees. He begins sifting through files and quickly finds out that Baekhyun has no respect for his own privacy, the way it's so easy to find the file labeled FAP MATERIAL inside the VIDEOS folder. He double-clicks and is a little surprised to see the level of organization Baekhyun put into his porn; it's neatly arranged by country of origin, number of participants and kink. Sehun purses his lips at the folder labelled SHOWER/BATHTUB and quickly scrolls down. At the very bottom is an untitled folder labelled ** ***!!!!; Sehun doesn't think twice before clicking. Anything unlabeled has to be so shameful that it could possibly qualify as future blackmail material. Inside the unknown folder are even more files arranged with yet another elaborate tagging system - AIRPORT; AWARDS SHOW; BAIDU; CANDID; FANTAKEN; GIFS; PERFORMANCES; PHOTOSHOOTS; SHOWCASE; SMTOWN FB; WEIBO. He double-clicks on the first folder and is greeted with a ridiculously high-resolution picture that takes a century and a half to load. He first sees the tell-tale white beanie, and then of course it's none other than Lu Han in that yellow and blue hoodie he wore to the airport on their trip to Beijing-- Oh. Oh, holy shit. This is even better than he thought! Well, he can't exactly blame Baekhyun. Lu Han is one of those unattainably sexy beings; Sehun has always known that for a fact. Despite possessing an innocent face, fans went on and on about his come-hither eyes; and truth be told, Sehun sees this at work on any given day he's in Lu Han's company. It becomes harder to ignore the more Lu Han is around, but thankfully, Lu Han is away with M most of the time so this distance becomes Sehun's vital defense mechanism. Sehun deletes everything except the ** *** folder. He leaves a .rtf file tacked on the end - GOTCHA. Two days later, Baekhyun tells him dryly, "Had fun with my laptop, didn't you?" Sehun smirks. "I know you saw it. If you tell him, I swear..." he trails off, and sighs. "You do know I'll find a way to get back at you for this, right?" "Looking forward to it." -- Baekhyun, as it turns out, makes good on promises. Barely a day after M's return and Baekhyun hasn't wasted time putting the moves on Lu Han. He's the first to greet Lu Han at the door of their dorm (beating even Sehun, and he already ran at that rate); he even carries Lu Han's bags and offers to draw up a bath for him, in that disgustingly charming voice he uses on Sehun when he's convincing him to take a shower together (which Sehun almost always falls for, but that's not the point here). Everyone finds it really fucking weird, probably even Lu Han himself, though Sehun has always known how Lu Han secretly loves this kind of attention. Chanyeol and Jongin find it all very amusing and have taken to teasing Sehun about it in their idle moments, elbowing and accusing him of burning jealousy. Sehun brushes them off with a dirty look, and goes to bed early that night. He'll deal with Baekhyun's obvious advances tomorrow. -- Sehun's eyes fly open at the sound of the door creaking. His eyes immediately catch the glowing, green numbers of his and Joonmyeon's alarm clock. 2:45 AM. This must be Joonmyeon coming home from voice training. His eyes are starting to flutter closed when he hears the telltale sounds of kissing, obscene slurping noises that make Sehun lick his bottom lip in automatic response. He hears a soft thud on the wall next to the door, and oh god, it's Lu Han and he's moaning. "Oh, look, there's a lump on that bed," comes Lu Han's giggly, slurred voice, a little more high-pitched than normal. "Baekhyun-ah, I thought you said Chanyeol was out." Baekhyun laughs slowly, as if he can't really understand what the hell Lu Han just said. Sehun notes the interesting contrast to Lu Han's giggling, because his already husky voice goes even lower when he speaks. "Don't worry, it's just a bunch of pillows. I checked. Before we, you know, drank our asses off." Lu Han hums. Sehun hears the clang of belt buckles clumsily banging together, and he slowly shifts himself to face the other side. "I think the pillows just moved. Is your room haunted? No wonder Zitao doesn't like going in here." "He just--" Another long, drawn-out moan that goes straight to Sehun's dick. Fuck it all, he has to see this. "Doesn't like the mess Chanyeol leaves." Sehun carefully pokes half of his head out until the comforters reach the bridge of his nose. Even in the darkness he can make out the distinct shape of Baekhyun wedging a knee between Lu Han's thighs as he pins him to the wall, can make out Lu Han's arched back as his hands grope blindly at Baekhyun's denim-covered ass. "Let's take this to the bed," Baekhyun growls. He attacks Lu Han's mouth again (sloppily, in Sehun's opinion), and carefully wraps arms around Lu Han's waist. They continue kissing as Baekhyun slowly guides them towards Joonmyeon's bed. The back of Lu Han's knees hit the edge before they both fall recklessly onto the sheets. Baekhyun's nose hits Lu Han's face. Probably in the eye. "Ow," Lu Han says with a laugh. "A little pain is nice but not that kind." "Sorry," Baekhyun says, and Lu Han's laughing is quickly replaced by the hottest, dirtiest little sounds that make Sehun's legs twist under the comforters. "I'm just - so damn excited. You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." "Less talk," Lu Han rasps, and Baekhyun complies by nipping at Lu Han's neck. Then Baekhyun sits up after sucking on Lu Han's neck for what seems like an eternity. What the - that can't be it, Sehun thinks furiously. Then Baekhyun pulls his shirt over his head. Lu Han throws his head back with a loud, drunken giggle, the sound reverberating around the room, then takes his shirt off as well, or tries to. They're both completely graceless at it, Lu Han's head momentarily stuck in his shirt and Baekhyun bending his back at an odd angle to get his fully off. Eventually, both shirts are thrown on the floor, Baekhyun's hand sliding into Lu Han's hair and holding him steady, their hips locking together. Oh. It isn't long before all their clothes are off. Baekhyun slides down and starts to press kisses to Lu Han's collarbone, slowly nipping his way down Lu Han's chest as one hand moves south to stroke the head of Lu Han's cock. Lu Han gasps something in Mandarin, stuttering little broken moans that put any B-grade pornstar to shame. "Get up here, I can't - not now--" Lu Han bites out, his authority belied by the breathlessness of his voice. He reaches out with both hands to where Baekhyun's tongue is tracing a line from his belly to his thighs. "Baekhyun," he says, with a pleading ring that Sehun rarely hears, "please." "As you command, princess," Baekhyun says, and Sehun can feel the smug smirk radiating off Baekhyun. "Call me that again and I'll punch you," Lu Han snaps, and oh, that was way hotter than it should have been. "Get up here so I can suck you off." Baekhyun snorts as he kneels, Lu Han's shoulders between his knees. Lu Han braces himself up on one arm and licks Baekhyun's swollen cock from root to tip. After that, Lu Han doesn't tease, just takes Baekhyun full in his mouth and alternates swirls of his tongue with hard suction until Baekhyun is all but wailing with each bob of his head. Meanwhile, Sehun's lips are too wet from constant licking, his hand on his cock through his old sweats before he's even aware of doing it. There's pain for a minute or so until he blinks and realizes he's squeezing himself so hard through his sweats that the material is rubbing uncomfortably against his skin, so he slips inside and wraps his hand around it, breath hitching as skin smacks against skin. More, more runs through his head on repeat as he curves his hand over his cock and starts to stroke, rubbing the tip to get his fingers wet and going back down, up and down, establishing a brutal rhythm set to the hypnotizing movement that is Lu Han's head bobbing up and down Baekhyun's cock. "H-hyung, I never thought - Your mouth is so - yeah, oh god, yes, just like that - again, again, fuck," Baekhyun rambles brokenly, just as Lu Han pulls back and Baekhyun comes all over his face. Sehun can only make out Lu Han's profile, but he's pretty sure Lu Han looks deliriously flushed, a perfect picture of abandonment as Baekhyun's come dribbles down the side of his cheek. In that one moment, he has never wanted to fuck Lu Han more, imagining looking down at Lu Han as he thrusts into that hot, wet mouth over and over again, and the image is so mind-blowing that he closes his eyes and feels himself get even harder just from imagining it. "We're not done here," Lu Han pants, sounding dazed. "I still haven't..." Sehun has to hand it to Lu Han - he may be generous, but he never leaves without his fair share. "I haven't forgotten," Baekhyun says, crawling back down and kissing Lu Han again. "Get lube," Lu Han says after they pull back for breathing space. "You have some?" "I don't," Baekhyun says sheepishly. "I didn't think this would happen. So soon, at least," he adds. "Mm. Okay. Next time, you better be prepared." Lu Han lies back down in a languid move, resting one lazy hand in Baekhyun's hair and the other on the back of his neck. He scoots up the bed until his shoulders are propped up on a pillow. He pulls Baekhyun down for another deep, filthy kiss and murmurs, "You know what to do." Next time rings in Sehun's mind as Baekhyun's hands bracket Lu Han's hips, lowering his head until his mouth engulfs Lu Han's cock. Next time. Sehun bites his tongue as he comes into his palm. -- "Sehun." Joonmyeon sounds horrified as he inspects his thoroughly debauched bed the next morning. He shudders as he pinches the cloth. "Why are... my sheets wet?" "Didn't you know, hyung?" he says, smirking. "Our room is haunted."