Before he had time to register more than the light caress, Sehun’s deft fingers made short work of his baggy sweat-pants – and now the reason behind the loose costume choice made sense as Sehun shoved the waistband down past his hips, freeing his erection just enough that he could get his hand around it, while he used his other hand to shove Baekhyun’s shirt up.
Being pinned between the two men while one kissed him and the other teased him was Baekhyun’s new idea of hell. It was overwhelming, and yet at the same time it wasn’t nearly enough. It didn’t go on long enough for him to really have time to complain, however, for it was only a few minutes before Luhan took control of them both, ordering them onto the bed.
They all hurried out of their clothes before Sehun sprawled out on his back, unashamed. He let out a little huff of air when Luhan pushed Baekhyun down on top of him, and was otherwise quiet while Luhan suddenly snatched Baekhyun up by the hair, wrenching his head back forcefully – but not painfully, Baekhyun thought, with enough awareness to think clearly – to whisper in his ear.
“He comes first,” Luhan ordered. “Suck him off.”
Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered at the rough treatment, something he never suspected he’d enjoy. “I understand,” he said, and hated how breathy his voice was. He heard a sharply indrawn breath from somewhere but was too afraid to look around and see who it might have been. The smirk on Luhan’s face was devilish as he pushed Baekhyun back down to begin working on Sehun. The touch, when it came, was so subtle that Baekhyun didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first. He was completely involved in the blow-job, and the noises Sehun was making that he was pretty sure weren’t faked. Then Luhan pushed two lube-slicked fingers into him without warning and Baekhyun moaned uninhibitedly. It set off a chain reaction as the vibrations of his voice stimulated Sehun, and Baekhyun realised that this was why threesomes were popular choices.
In keeping with the rough start, Luhan didn’t waste much time preparing him, pushing just enough lube around that he wouldn’t tear anything before aligning himself with one hand on Baekhyun’s hips.
A swat to the ass made Baekhyun jump, mostly because it was unexpected.
“Don’t stop,” Luhan ordered. Baekhyun whimpered as he pushed in, and tried to refocus on Sehun, who had propped himself up on his elbows to watch. The younger man let his head fall back, a satisfied smile on his face when Baekhyun returned to blowing him. The magic pills Kris had given Baekhyun meant that he didn’t have to pretend like he was enjoying what Luhan was doing, either – he simply was. He sensed that Sehun was getting close to the edge when his hips began thrusting up involuntarily, and swallowed a moan as Luhan changed the angle of his hips in just the right way so as to hit his prostate.
It was also at that time that he noticed the effects of the pills were wearing off. He hated his body for betraying him, but in the interests of the film, he decided subterfuge was the better part of valour. He swallowed around the thick length of Sehun’s dick and sucked him as far down as he could, wringing a choked moan from the other man. Luhan twitched, losing his rhythm for a few beats.
“Oh my god, you’re so good at that,” Sehun murmured, tangling one hand into Baekhyun’s hair. A moment later his grip tightened almost painfully as he arched his back, coming straight down Baekhyun’s throat. Feeling smug, Baekhyun let him go to recover while Luhan continued to fuck him. It was gradually becoming just like every other time he’d ever had sex, with the pleasure fading fast until it was just the regular feeling of being stretched and filled, with no desire or good feelings. He wondered how long Luhan would continue, and if he could get away with faking his orgasm on camera. Almost idly, he returned to Sehun, licking him clean and then sucking the tip between his lips.
