The Smut xD

 

 Clothes find themselves littered on the floor, as a naked Kris pins an equally naked Tao to the headboard of his bed. Tao seems eager enough, who wouldn’t be, and Kris is about to thoroughly ravage his boyfriend when Tao halts him with a palm-to-chest motion. It appears Tao has come to terms with the fact he probably won’t be using his personal jar of Nutella for what he’d previously intended, and so he’s set on finding it a brand new purpose in its inanimate life.

 

Later, Kris would blame this entire thing on Tao’s excellent persuasion skills, because he isn’t even sure how he ends up covering the maknae’s entire front – from torso to groin – in sweet chocolate spread, then setting off on a slippery slide of a journey to find out whether consuming huge amounts of sugar would do anything for the throbbing in his head.  

 

When he is level head with Tao’s cock, Kris’ blood sugar has by now skyrocketed, he is so hyper he could probably repeat the entire choreography to MAMA backwards… twice, and so it only seems fair to reward his brilliant boyfriend with a blowjob.

 

Tao is already squirming for it, seeing as this is by far the longest foreplay session they’ve had in about forever, and that includes the time Tao had offered Kris his long lost virginity. Kris isn’t too surprised when it takes him less than five minutes to have Tao climaxing from the combined efforts of hands and mouth, he’s just that good at it… or so he figures, but this is when the really weird shit hits the Wufan.                                                                                                                          

 

  

 

The moment the first spurt hits the back of Kris’ throat, hot and salty with just a tang of bitterness, it’s almost as if he’d accidentally triggered a century-old curse... except for how there is no poisoned needle, and the only evil witch is going to be their coordi-noona, who might unleash her wrath upon the dragon for having to apply half a bottle of concealer to the maknae’s neck in time for their next public appearance.

Tao’s eyes slide shut and his body relaxes, hips dropping back down onto the chocolate-soiled bed sheets. Kris feels a howl of hopelessness forming in his chest, for he had once again overlooked Tao’s tendency to pass out immediately following release. He refuses to let it out, instead giving one last hard suckle to the rapidly softening cock that is still trapped between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
 

Predictably enough, Tao doesn’t budge. In fact, had Kris not been familiar with his sexual partner from toes to his forever changing earrings – one of which he’d accidentally swallowed on one particularly unpleasant occasion  -  he would’ve foolishly believed the panda to be asleep. Kris all but spits Tao out, resists lapping at the leftovers of white and sugary brown on the maknae’s groin and abdomen and grabs the now half-empty jar from where it’s lying on the pillow above Tao’s head. He considers the sweet, sticky spread for a moment or five, then hums in determined approval.

 

Confused as to why Kris has not yet admitted defeat and plopped right down beside him, Tao cracks one curious eye open to be greeted by a sight straight from the x-rated version of Charley and the Chocolate Factory. Kris has wedged his straining member straight into the jar of chocolate spread;  tongue peering out  the corner of his mouth, expression so concentrated Tao wonders whether he’s hoping to catch something... a fish, perhaps? An STD?  He barely manages to contain his laughter.

 

“Gege? W-what are you...”

 

“I should’ve known getting you off first would be a bad idea. You lose all interest in reciprocating the favor.” Kris accuses, and Tao tries his best to school his features into ones of innocent oblivion, which turns out anything but easy – what’s with all of this excess spit his salivary gland is suddenly producing.

 

Tao gulps, breaths coming out short and shallow as his tongue darts out, and he could have sworn the air around the both of them is sweeter than is logically possible. Without any warning, Kris is sitting on his chest, breathtaking and just a bit too heavy as he taunts Tao with the closest equivalent to a human Popsicle. Tao is dizzy. The scent of chocolate mixed with precome is dominating every possible sense of his, so close and yet too far away from satisfaction, and he knows exactly what he ought to do in order to fix this.

 

“Gege... I’m hungry. Feed me?” he wets his bottom lip, and Kris nearly flies off his chest and to the floor from the mere nerve of his boyfriend.
 

“You know,” he cups the coated treat that is his dick in one hand, placing the other onto Tao’s chest for some balance, “I think it’s why I’ll never get a cat. All you do is eat, sleep, prance around with a stick and then demand attention at the most inappropriate of times. I’m pretty sure that, had I not claimed you first, Kim Heechul Sunbaenim would have been all over your selfish little...”

 

“Hey, I’m not the one who nods off every chance they get, and you snore, so is there a point to all of this?” Tao interrupts, eyes disappearing in a squint. Kris’ rant is greatly unappreciated when there’s the risk of Tao drowning in his own excessive drool.

 

“Of course there is. One day, you’re gonna learn to appreciate me.” Kris nods twice in self-agreement, and Tao is about to offer the ceiling a taste of his eyeroll, except for how his survival instincts kick in at Kris’ next command of ‘now open up’, as well as the sudden need to get off for the second time in a row, and so he does that instead.
 

It goes well for a minute or two; Tao’s tongue is running in lazy circles across the underside of Kris’ cockhead, dipping beneath the sensitive foreskin only to glide back up and lap over the slit. It’s all kinds of cute and gentle and kitten-like, all smiles and sunshine with just a hint of neediness, up until Kris – to his great horror – realizes Tao is not as much worshiping his dick as he is quenching his eternal craving for the drug that is cocoa.

 

“You gonna do this properly, or what? Don’t make me force you” he warns. When all this gets out of Tao is a confused tilt of the head, he nearly misses the maknae’s cheeks tinting deep pink. Still seeing red, Kris grabs Tao’s chin on either side and presses merely hard enough for him to get the general idea. Once Tao’s lips are sufficiently parted, Kris plunges a finger or three into the boy’s mouth and… okay, he should have foreseen this -- what’s with a good chunk of his palm still covered with chocolate, and yet he’s taken aback when Tao latches onto his digits with undisguised enthusiasm.

 

“Aish… easy on the teeth!” Kris winces. He now regrets their brilliant idea of using chocolate altogether, because Tao has apparently reached the point of what is self-restraint? and the next thing in line for getting bitten off might as well be Kris’ mini-Fan.

 

As frightened as he is at the thought of losing his beloved fifth appendage, Kris barely registers Tao’s sad attempt at speaking around his mouthful of fingers. And since multitasking is also something Tao sucks at, in addition to parts of Kris, whatever he utters ends up sounding like “stiddfojushkefs”.

 

“Say what?” Kris successfully removes his hand, so as to make it somewhat easier on his flustered maknae.

 

“There’s still so much left.” Tao sounds so dreamy the leader is unsure whether it’s adrenaline or sugar he’s so high on. Probably both, Kris decides.

 

“That’s right, and there’s no way you’re having any more of it. Kyungsoo’s gonna pout until tomorrow if you of all people end up skipping the reunion dinner.”

 

“Wasn’t planning on eating it.” Tao shrugs as forcefully as Kris’ weight allows him.

 

“The hell were you planning, then? Using it as body paint?” Kris questions, which isn’t too far-fetched, seeing as Tao is currently doodling a phallic shape onto Kris’ chest with the help of a stray finger and even more Nutella that has somehow ended up there.

 

“I was wondering if you could maybe, ummm… eat it out of me?”

 

To put it very lightly, Kris is shocked. “Wait, lemme get this straight,” he catches Tao’s wandering finger in a vise grip and pins it to the pillow – afraid he’s already distracted enough to be misinterpreting everything Tao is saying in his favor, “you want me to put my dick back into the stupid jar?”

 

“That’s one way you could do it, yes.”

 

“And fuck you. Using chocolate.”

 

“I didn’t know exactly how to tell you this, Duizhang, but… I think I left the lube at the hotel in China.” Tao's cheeks are so red Kris has to avert his eyes in fear of getting permanently blinded by the sheer vividness of color.

 

“Forget it,” he blinks, shaking off the fact someone’s probably been hanging around an especially absentminded unicorn for way too long, “and then when I come you want me to--”

 

“Please?” by now Tao’s entire upper body is shaking in excitement, and Kris uses something along the lines of this entire conversation is way too surreal – so I must be dreaming... right? – as his excuse for putting up with yet another level of Tao’s endless food-kink.

 

“Alright.” he mutters, no longer remembering whether he’d secured it but really hoping the door is indeed locked, for he is already reaching for the jar in question.

 

Oh, the things he does for Tao…

 

 

 

 

Kris is about to go fishing for the second time, when he catches Tao’s intense gaze on his hand that’s grasping at the now slippery jar of Nutella. Tao’s lips are tightly pursed and to anyone else he would look intimidating. Too bad Kris knows him well enough to figure the maknae is holding back his laughter.

 

Finally realizing how silly he must’ve looked the first time around, with his dick inside a jar of Nutella he decides should be discarded as soon as they are finished with whatever questionable activities they’re currently engaged in, Kris scoots backwards off Tao and to the edge of the bed, assumes a comfortable enough sitting position and pats himself on the thighs.

 

“Say, Zitao… how about you top today?”

 

Tao frowns. Months of having sex with the fake blonde have taught him not to get too excited at such exclamations, which are less of Kris being nice and more like his way of saying ‘I’m tired, ride me.’

 

Sometimes, Tao doesn’t know why he stays.

 

“Come on, I’ll even let you set the pace.”

 

Kris’ smile radiates of that ‘I’m a charismatic leader’ aura and, just like every single other time, Tao finds himself falling deep into its trap with no way to climb back out. He realizes it is probably this confidence the man extrudes that’s made him want to cling to Wufan in the first place, to follow him around like a puppy and deceive everyone – including  himself – about maybe needing the elder’s physical protection… when to be honest, he could probably kick Kris’ ass back to Canada for a surprize family reunion had he felt like it. He wonders whether Kris is aware of his pocketful of issues, and if he is – whether he even gives a damn about them.

 

Deciding now is not the time to dwell on their messed up relationship dynamics – because hey, as long as it’s consensual everything goes… truefax, – Tao flips himself onto hands and knees and crawls over to Kris, stopping in between the man’s legs, right in front of his somewhat withering erection. Damn right, Kris should be embarrassed at his hilarious previous actions.

 

“Duizhang…” Tao shakes his head, soft fringe spilling every which way, “you know this isn’t gonna work if you aren’t hard.”

 

“Then do something about it.” Kris deadpans.

 

Without hesitation, Tao wraps his fingers around the base of Kris’ cock and gives it an experimental tug upwards. He feels how warm the barely present remnants of chocolate spread have gotten since they came in contact with Kris’ body heat, and wonders how the chocolate might feel inside him. Probably nice and slick, thus perfect for providing lubrication, and yet it is much thicker than anything they’d ever used. Would he be able to tell the difference?

 

This thought alone is enough to have Tao licking at his lips again, the added moisture causing them to glimmer in the odd lighting provided by the ugly-ass curtains manager-hyung had dragged home off some going-out-of-business sale, and Kris catches him by the arm, preventing any further movement.

 

“Use your mouth.” Kris growls in what could only be his sex voice, which never fails to cause all kinds of interesting reactions in the pit of Tao’s stomach, and if he weren’t already running on pure instinct the younger would have probably pondered some more on when exactly did he get so good at following orders.

 

With a somewhat resigned nod, Tao covers his teeth, bows down and takes Kris in his mouth. Not fully, because – although he had managed to achieve this a few times around, when he was feeling particularly daring – the purpose here isn’t getting Kris to come down his throat in less than a minute’s time.

 

Tao is too busy wondering whether the fact he’s able to deepthroat is something to be proud of, especially for someone brought up to believe getting married to a nice woman and raising a couple of kids is the only way to roll, and so it’s safe to say his lips are working separately from his brain. He sets a steady suction, applying just the right amount of pressure as his tongue helps along, rubbing around the rapidly hardening flesh in his mouth as if it’s set on getting Kris’ cock rid of anything that isn’t its own taste.

 

Meanwhile, Kris is enjoying himself. Tao’s back is arched impossibly, creating the illusion of curves the lean boy doesn’t actually possess, and as Kris’ eyes travel up that seemingly endless curve they land on something shaped as half a very symmetrical heart – the globes of Tao’s ass. Perfect. Kris reaches for the nearly forgotten jar, submerges two of his fingers knuckle-deep into the now completely melted chocolate and pats Tao on the ass with his other hand, finding it kind of endearing as the maknae shuffles on his knees, spreading his thighs without the need of any actual, verbal request.

 

Kris’ chocolate covered fingers repeat the previous path of his eyes up Tao’s back, creating two similar trails some crazy critics would undoubtedly consider high art, then finally slide in between Tao’s cheeks, nudging at his opening.  As the fingers circle his hole in teasing, feathery touches, Tao fidgets uncomfortably, and yet he doesn’t seize with the illegal deeds his lips are currently performing.

 

Only when one of these sinister digits dips past the ring of muscles does he gag a little – letting out a sound that’s something in between a moan and a very girly whimper – as he involuntarily swallows around Kris’ length in his mouth. In the end it doesn’t matter, because whatever that sound had been – Kris’ dick seems highly interested in its consequences. The tiny vibrations settle deep within the leader’s gut, informing him that, if he doesn’t do something, anything, soon – he might just miss his opportunity of fucking Tao.

 

Kris is extremely thankful he still retains enough common sense to use his clean hand for what he is about to do, because he’s been rock hard since what feels like yesterday  and there’s a pretty good chance his brain isn’t getting enough oxygen. He buries his fingers in Tao’s shiny hair and tugs, seeking eye contact, until the boy looks up at him with disoriented, narrow eyes.

 

“Tao,” Kris whispers, then runs a fingertip down Tao’s nose and watches as these catlike eyes blink up at him in confusion. When nothing else happens he sighs. Somewhere along the way he’s acquired this crazy idea Tao could understand him without words, and now he’s sort of disappointed to find out that’s not true, because if that had been the case, Tao obviously wouldn’t still be sucking on his dick. “Zitao, concentrate. That’s enough.”

 

Tao gulps again, unsure why there’s so much saliva running down chin, but then thankfully gets what Kris is trying to tell him and loosens up, releasing the completely clean from chocolate member… although by now it sort of resembles a ripe plum in shade.

 

“Ss-sorry,” Tao stutters, “…can I?” he asks, making grabby hands at the Nutella he intends to rub down Kris’ dick so he could finally get on with it and ride his stuck-up control freak of a leader.

 

“No!” Kris barks, then snatches the jar and holds it to his naked chest in mock-protectiveness because goddammit, he needs a moment to cool down.

 

Actually, screw it – he needs many moments, because the “think unhappy thoughts” technique had never really worked for him, he’s kind of generally resistant to gore, and no amount of imagining Kang Hodong and Kim Shinyoung naked in the shower would make sure he doesn’t explode the moment he’s inside of Tao.

 

What might work though, he realizes, is self-harm. Kris squeezes the base of his own cock in a grip so strong it has no way of causing him any pleasure, scraping a nail here and there for good measure. When he no longer feels inclined to come any moment now he exhales in relief, and Tao has no idea how he manages to keep a straight face through all of this. Still not taking any chances, Kris does the job of lubricating himself without Tao’s help, then beckons the maknae closer.

 

And Tao comes to him. He rises up onto his knees, straddles Kris’ thighs and wraps his arms around the blonde’s neck, leaning down to rub their noses together innocently… as if he isn’t fully naked and they aren’t about to have sex. “Hello there, Kris gege.” he smiles.

 

Talk about bad timing.

 

Something inside of Kris snaps at the innocent act, which… is probably not an act, Tao is just that friggin’ sentimental, and yet acknowledging this sad fact of life doesn’t prevent him from catching Tao by the nape and clashing their mouths in a kiss that very loudly screams assault. That’s more like it.

 

He nips at Tao’s bottom lip for a quicker access into his hot mouth, humming in approval when he gains it quite easily, and Tao moans against the shameless intruder that is Kris’ tongue. Kris is slowly but steadily growing bored with all this foreplay. Tao is writhing on his lap, hips rocking upwards as his leaking cockhead seeks friction against Kris’ nicely sculpted stomach, trimmed nails raking up Kris’ broad back then doing the same with his scalp, leaving his carefully styled haircut a complete disarray but fucked if Kris gives a damn about his hair when Tao is being so frustratingly slow.

 

‘Zen mode’ doesn’t even come close to the amount of slow Tao is being.

 

Kris stills the maknae with a palm on his hip, then reaches around Tao’s waist to grab at his own very hard and very neglected organ. He vaguely remembers promising something like – oh horrors – letting Tao take the lead, and so he merely intends to prod at Tao’s entrance for him to, you know, get on with the program, except for how when he does align himself with Tao’s hole it is a little too inviting, and so he ends up sliding halfway into the boy anyway. So yes, if anybody asks Kris – he did get sucked into his partner by pure accident, never mind this lame excuse would never stand in court.

 

 “Kriiiiiiis.” Tao whines in painful accusation, digs his nose into Kris’ shoulder and bites hard enough for the skin to break. Serves Kris right for being a pain in the ass, he figures.

 

“Sorry,” the leader murmurs into the top of Tao’s head, hands dropping down on either side of him, “not moving anymore. I promise.”

 

Tao mumbles something too quiet for Kris to decipher, and now he’s licking at the mark he has just made, trying to soothe it with his tongue – as though he’s the one who’s sorry for causing his gege any pain. And this, Kris regretfully notes, is the reason I’m never letting Zitao fuck me. I’ll probably die of old age before he gets anywhere even remotely near my asshole.

 

A while passes, and they aren’t getting anywhere. Tao is clamped so tightly around him Kris’ dick is beginning to protest, and that is not to mention Tao’s own pain, of which Kris has a fuzzy but still there idea. The younger is so tense his knees are shaking, face still buried deep into the crook of Kris’ neck, and Kris swears that – the moment he feels warm moisture on his neck, he’s calling this entire thing off. He’s not a monster, for God’s sake. What kind of a leader would it render him if he made his own maknae cry.

 

Kris figures he should do something, but what? Pulling out sounds like the most reasonable option at the moment, because at this rate Tao’s walls feel like they might never adjust to him; but they’ve already come this far and he’s not sure he’s got the willpower to stall any longer. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s taken Tao by surprise, though it is a first for him to react so violently. “I’m such an asshole.” Kris says to no one in particular, and for some reason he feels a little better with himself when Tao is nodding against his shoulder.

 

“Shhhh… it’s okay, relax. What should I do so you’d relax?” Kris asks, against his better judgment.

 

“Touch me?” Tao’s voice is barely audible, sounding more like a question than a request, and Kris hopes he hasn’t misheard him. 

 

He picks his idle hands up, one coming to rest on the small of Tao’s back while the other gets hold of his cock. Tao is only half-hard, figures, but he’s so wet with precome and stray chocolate Kris hopes his fingers won’t slip off as he begins pumping his younger boyfriend. Nice and slow. Not wanting to leave his other hand out of the picture, Kris digs the heel of its palm into Tao’s buttock, running it in circular motions while his fingers knead into the soft flesh in hope of getting the boy to loosen up.

 

Tao’s knees are no longer convulsing in their own little fit of epilepsy, which is probably a good sign. He straightens up, arms locking around Kris’ neck, and even goes as far as to initiate a somewhat sloppy openmouthed game of tag, as his tongue chases Kris’ around the elder’s mouth.  

 

Once Tao is sufficiently distracted, it is only a matter of seconds before his hips give out and he slides further down Kris’ length, without too much resistance or any sharp outbursts of pain. “Mmmph… thish weirth.” he sighs into Kris’ mouth.

 

“What’s weird?”  Kris puzzles after he breaks their kiss. Now that he feels even more of the velvety heat surrounding him, his fingers are itching to get a grip on Tao’s waist, so as to better mount the boy onto his throbbing shaft. Kris then remembers he’s supposed to be keeping his hands to himself, but since that proves too impossible of a task; he reaches out to play with Tao’s nipples instead.

 

“The… chocolate. It’s too weird. I mean… it’s sticky. Let’s not use it again?” Tao reasons, then moans as Kris gets too carried away, twisting and pinching his right nub a bit too hard. Kris could’ve kissed him again at the smart suggestion, except for how they’re running out of precious time… especially since both are in great need of a shower.

 

“Alright then. Think you could start moving?”

 

With a small nod, Tao moves up, and then slams back down, back arching backwards, hands dropping onto the bed behind him, clawing at the dirty sheets. Soon Tao is panting, short gasps escaping past his parted lips on each downward stroke, and Kris kind of really wants to dip his tongue into his boyfriend’s winking bellybutton. Too bad the angle is too awkward for him to achieve that.

 

It takes Kris a part of his soul not to buck upwards, meeting Tao halfway down, because nobody’s balls are slapping against no one’s ass yet, and this is sort of inacceptable. Tao is more like squirming around on Kris’ lap, rather than riding him properly. His legs must hurt by now, and pure despair covers his pretty features. Kris realizes he must be a sadist to some extent, for there is something almost magical in watching Tao sob out in frustration, as he tries but miserably fails to find his own prostate.

 

“Kris… gege… h..help...” Tao contracts around Kris even harder; his insides feel like they’re on fire thanks but not really to the chocolate, and the friction is unbearable but ohsogood… if only Kris would make it better, and so he begs for all it’s worth.

 

Kris is currently wearing his concerned expression, although from him it probably comes off as yet another bitchface; and since he’s already established he’s a jerk he decides to justify his brand new title, “…what’s the magic word?” he prompts Tao to beg some more, either that or stroke his ego. Hell, even something like ‘Duizhang is the best!’ followed by a heart sign would do.

 

“FuckyouWuFanpleasefuckme!” Tao half whimpers half screams, eyes closed and watery. It sounds almost as if Tao has decided to dirty-talk to him in English, and Kris chooses to stab his inner grammar teacher in the heart, because they’re currently protesting at the fact the first half of Tao’s sentence contradicts the second one. Fair enough.

 

Kris readjusts his sleepy legs and draws Tao closer, until they’re chest to chest and the maknae’s chin is resting over his shoulder, then grabs at Tao’s buttocks and just shoves all the way in. He finally sets up a rhythm to his liking, thrusting long and hard and savage, till he’s sure either his thighs or Tao’s ass or both are going to be painted blue tomorrow. Tao goes limp in Kris’ arms, hands wedged in between them as if the youngest doesn’t know whether to cling to Kris’ chest or take a chance and touch himself.

 

“Don’t even… Th-iiink about… It.” Kris warns, struggling for breath as he lifts Tao up and shifts him over his lap, trying for a different angle and finally nailing the pleasure spot that provides Tao a showcase of all twelve constellations. “There?”

 

Tao’s alternating between taking in large gulps of air and sucking at the pulse point on Kris’ neck is enough of an answer as it is, and so Kris continues hammering that one spot, taking unexplainable pride in feeling Tao’s entire body quivering against him. Kris concludes he’ll probably feel even more of that delicious pride when he makes Tao come untouched, his thrusts becoming as erratic as if he’s on a timeline and Lee Sooman is chasing him down with a stopwatch, and it is only a matter of time before Tao’s head lolls and he shudders, hot liquid spilling onto Kris’ stomach.

 

Tao’s post-orgasmic self is so lenient it is a bit unnerving, though Kris’ mind is simply way too fogged to mind such unimportant details as he races for his own completion.  It takes Kris a minute or three to come down his own orgasmic high, and only then he realizes the maknae had decided to pass out on him somewhere mid-release, and he’d been fucking his unconscious form ever since. Kris shudders nervously, mentally scraping ‘Somnophilia’ off the list of kinks he’d accidentally committed while dating Huang Zitao.

 

Kris just sits there on the bed, still buried deep inside of Tao, and wonders whether it is even possible to wrap the maknae’s sleeping ass in the Nutella covered sheets and make a beeline for the shower down the hall, when there’s the risk of getting caught by angry managers and/or trolling bandmates. He almost makes a run for it, when Tao stirs. Apparently, Tao isn’t entirely asleep… if slobbering all over Kris’ shoulder could be counted as him being awake, and his warm breath tickles Kris’ skin as he nuzzles into the leader’s neck.

 

“Nmmmh.. Duizhang. You promised.”

 

“Promised what?”

 

“…to eat it out of me.”

 

Kris sighs, “Uh… maybe next time.”

 

 

 

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^{And here's my first time writing lap!sex... awkward.}