To Our Sweet Escape
Title: To Our Sweet Escape
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4050 words
Summary: Sometimes Junmyeon wants to run away. Chanyeol is Junmyeon's break from reality.
Warning/s: pwp, barebacking, cumming in mouth, creampie, snowballing
Notes: This is literally 4k of pointless smut, and gross smut at that. Seriously, like it's so gross and filthy I don't even know what happened. Please keep the warnings in mind and do not take them lightly (snowballing is passing cum back into the person's mouth). I hope the original prompter enjoys! I took the prompt and sort of ran with it into a collection of porn, sorry! ><
There’s lipstick stains on Chanyeol’s collarbones.
He quiets the thoughts in his mind when Junmyeon traces a lazy finger over them, proud as if it’s some sort of personal accomplishment. His breath hitches with every stroke, and Chanyeol slides further up Junmyeon’s body, leaving behind pink blossoms in his wake. Junmyeon’s skin scalds him with every touch, lips quivering with desire at every peck, every bit of contact he receives.
“Are you sure?” Chanyeol asks, keeping his eyes locked with Junmyeon’s.
A perfect reflection is all he sees in Junmyeon’s eyes, dark pools filled with the same want. “Yes,” he answers, and Chanyeol takes his consent and lets it guide him.
They start slow, like always, following the same rhythm, the same rise and fall. Junmyeon’s lips are wet with red, smudged across his face in lust. It tastes sweet, moans and pleasure-Chanyeol swallows it all. He enjoys everything Junmyeon can offer him, and he returns with favors that he knows Junmyeon thrives on.
“Chanyeol,” Junmyeon whispers, head falling back against the pillows.
A long stretch of neck is bared for him, and Chanyeol licks along the dip of his collarbone, letting it trail along his neck to taste sweet skin. He nibbles along the long column and every noise that rumbles deep within Junmyeon only raises his urgency. Peppering kisses along Junmyeon’s jawline, his travels take him to Junmyeon’s lips, and when they meet, it feels like he’s gone to heaven.
Junmyeon kisses like there’s no tomorrow, like the world was going to crumble beneath him. It’s his last meal, and Chanyeol is a delicacy like no other. Chanyeol takes his needs, his wants, and offers him the perfect remedy.
Shaking fingers reach up to thread through his hair, and once they find a firm grip, they pull him further down, clashing their lips together. Junmyeon whines, the sounds escaping his throat through each kiss, each roll of his hips, each time his cock brushes against skin. Chanyeol holds himself steady, his own hips in between Junmyeon’s legs, giving him the friction he needs.
Junmyeon’s thighs are on full display, milky skin untouched and in need of attention, anything. This close, Chanyeol can feel the warmth flooding out of Junmyeon, how their cocks brush against one another and it drives him mad. He taps against Junmyeon’s thighs, and it’s the only direction Junmyeon needs as he cross his legs across Chanyeol’s back. Rising back carefully, Chanyeol cups Junmyeon’s ass with his hands, squeezing firm flesh and eliciting a delicious moan out of him.
“Fuck,” Junmyeon breathes out.
Chanyeol’s lips stretch into a grin as he stands at the edge of the bed with Junmyeon holding onto him. He kneads the cheeks with his fingers, rubbing small circles into them, letting them fall into his palms. His fingers travel closer to Junmyeon’s entrance, and with each hesitant brush, Junmyeon can feel everything. His head falls forward when Chanyeol takes each cheek and spreads them apart, exposing his hole to the cold air.
Junmyeon is so small in his arms, so light. It feels like he could break under the world, under so much pain. But Chanyeol knows better; he knows Junmyeon’s solid against the tide, against the trials he faces every day.
Raising Junmyeon a bit higher, his own cock springs out forward, and slowly, he lowers Junmyeon back down, letting his tip brush against Junmyeon’s hole. Immediately Junmyeon’s body becomes pliant, and he has to hold on tighter, arms reaching further to hold onto Chanyeol’s body. There’s nothing but wet moans as Chanyeol takes Junmyeon’s ass and rubs it on his shaft.
Up and down, in slow circles, anything to find that delicious rhythm. It’s absolute torture for Chanyeol, and small beads of precum are already leaking out of his tip, begging for more. His fingers dig deeper and stretches Junmyeon’s ass further apart, dragging his hole across the wet head and letting it smear across his crack.
“Fuck yes,” Junmyeon chokes in between small whimpers. This is what he wants, and it’s only the start.
Chanyeol wants too. He can feel Junmyeon’s cock twitching against his stomach, bouncing eagerly with each movement, and it’s easy to see how hard Junmyeon’s getting from this. Junmyeon’s cock leaks against his skin, and each time the slit drags across his stomach, it leaves a wet trail that cools in the night air.
His movements start slipping into haggard jerks, quicker, rougher. He’s bouncing Junmyeon on top of his shaft and it’s only when Junmyeon pulls him in close for a kiss, only to bite on his bottom lip does Chanyeol trip and fall into desperation.
Letting go of his hold, Junmyeon falls back onto the mattress, bouncing ever so lightly and back arching prettily. Here, his body is flush with a sheen of sweat, naked, and for Chanyeol’s eyes only. He traces every curve of Junmyeon’s body, every dent, every definition. His eyes roam over every scar, every imperfection that makes Junmyeon perfect. Makes him whole.
“Are you just going to stare?” Junmyeon asks, voice rough. He drags a hand over his chest, brushing it against pink nipples, teasing Chanyeol. “Or are you going to do something?”
“Oh, I’m doing something,” Chanyeol answers. “But, just let me get the lube and condom okay?”
“Don’t get the condom this time.”
Chanyeol freezes in his search. This is the first time Junmyeon’s wanted to do it this way. “Are you sure? I…”
Junmyeon’s nod is his answer.
“If that’s what you want then okay.”
Junmyeon half hums, half chuckles as he lies back against the bed, snuggling deeper in the mess of pillows. He looks absolutely filthy like this, when he’s filled with nothing but the simple seductions that led him to Chanyeol.
Pouring the liquid over his fingers, Chanyeol positions himself over Junmyeon, taking in how still he is, expectant, and completely responsive to him and only him. It’s like he’s waited for this moment the whole night, and Chanyeol can’t blame him; he’s been waiting as well. Waiting ever since Junmyeon made the phone call minutes before.
“Scared?” Junmyeon teases, but he’s hesitant. Trembling.
Chanyeol shakes his head, leaning over to deliver a small peck against Junmyeon’s lips, tasting tantalizing flavors.
He ghosts a finger over Junmyeon’s entrance, taking in how his hole clenches impatiently, waiting to be filled. Swallowing thickly, Chanyeol takes a calming breath and presses his finger inside. As soon as it enters, Junmyeon’s body shudders, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. It’s slight discomfort, and Junmyeon takes a few moments to adjust himself before pushing his hips forward, wanting more.
Chanyeol slides his finger in deeper, slowly, all the way as it reaches the base. When Junmyeon fully adjusts to the finger, Chanyeol pulls it back out before pushing back in, faster this time. Shallow thrusts become shallower, and soon he’s twisting his finger inside, stretching Junmyeon in ways only he knows how. One finger becomes two, and Chanyeol switches up his movements, scissoring deep within Junmyeon’s hole.
Even though Junmyeon’s eased into the insertion, his body is still shaking, face clenching up as he starts moaning, louder, higher. When Chanyeol crooks both fingers inside of Junmyeon, his breath hitches, and Chanyeol’s brows furrow in worry. He nearly pulls his fingers back out before Junmyeon stops him.
“Don’t,” Junmyeon says, bringing a hand up to Chanyeol’s arm. “Don’t.”
Nodding, Chanyeol continues, loosening up the hole until he feels the ring relaxing under him. When he slides both fingers out, the rim is already clenching hard on air, begging to be filled.
Leaning back, Chanyeol slicks lube over his shaft, pumping it a few times to full hardness. It’s a beauty, jutting forward in all its glory, and Junmyeon licks his lips over the mere sight of it. In long graceful strides, Junmyeon moves into a better position on the comforter, hands coming up to hold his knees back. Here, fully exposed and at his most vulnerable, he trusts Chanyeol.
And Chanyeol trusts Junmyeon just as much.
Lining up the tip against Junmyeon’s hole, Chanyeol places his hands over Junmyeon’s, helping him bend his legs further back until they’re in front of his chest. Junmyeon’s so flexible, it amazes Chanyeol every time he sees it. He gives him one last look for assurance, locking gazes with Junmyeon, and with one final nod, Chanyeol thrusts in.
“F-Fuck!”
Junmyeon’s scream rings through Chanyeol’s ear, a mixture of pleasure and relief. Wet heat engulfs him, and Chanyeol nearly falls forward at how tight Junmyeon is.
It wasn’t enough. Isn’t enough. Junmyeon’s always so tight, so inviting. He pushes inside with one slow, torturous movement, and when he finally reaches the base of his cock, they both choke out a moan-Chanyeol from the sensations all around his cock, and Junmyeon from finally being filled to the brim.
Junmyeon pants shallowly, taking time to adjust as Chanyeol slides back out halfway, leaving the head of his cock still inside. The second thrust is harsher, rougher. Chanyeol practically snaps his hips forward, and Junmyeon is sliding back into the pillows. His shaft slid out in the movement, and Chanyeol chases after Junmyeon to slip back inside, thrusting sharply.
His hands come up to brace against the mattress as his body leans over Junmyeon’s, bending him in half, hips thrusting faster now over and over, building a rhythm that is nothing but satisfaction. He’s fucking Junmyeon open, hard and raw, and every time his pelvis slam into Junmyeon’s ass cheeks, it elicits a high pitched keen out of him.
It’s a symphony in Chanyeol’s head.
“It’s so good,” Junmyeon breathes out as Chanyeol picks up the pace, fucking at a speed Junmyeon’s never seen out of him before.
Each thrust knocks air out of Junmyeon, and it feels like euphoria. Wet sounds tangle with wet moans-both Junmyeon’s and Chanyeol’s-and even wetter yesses and mores. Junmyeon needs this. He needs this escape to forget about the world, to forget about everything. All he needs to know at this moment, is Chanyeol and only Chanyeol.
How Chanyeol makes him feel so good.
After one particularly hard thrust, Chanyeol stays sheathed inside of Junmyeon, his hips lined up perfectly against Junmyeon’s ass cheeks. Here, he wiggles his hips around, pulling Junmyeon’s hips with him and Junmyeon’s groaning at how his body is being played with. Chanyeol’s lying on top of him, spreading Junmyeon’s legs as far as they can possibly go.
He’s so warm. Chanyeol keeps their bodies close like this for a while, rolling his hips upwards, grinding while still buried deep within Junmyeon. Sometimes he stays perfectly still, having only his dick twitch inside and Junmyeon clenches around him over and over.
Chanyeol can feel the heat starting to coil in his stomach, but he doesn’t want it to end. Quickly, he maneuvers his hands to help pull Junmyeon closer to him, making sure his hands are safe on Junmyeon’s back. With a secure hold, he’s lifting himself into a semi-standing position, legs bent with his knees still on the mattress. He’s lifting Junmyeon with him, his hands holding him from behind, his cock still buried deep inside.
This position is just like before, only this time Chanyeol’s deep inside of Junmyeon, and their bodies are shining from the sweat and sex.
“Hang on,” Chanyeol says with a grin, and before Junmyeon can reply, he’s snapping his hips upwards.
Junmyeon can’t form any words just from pure bliss overwhelming his thoughts.
Chanyeol’s hips are thrusting up into him, and from this position, the tip is always inside of him as he falls back down on the shaft, meeting him with the same roughness. Animalistic pistons. Uncontrolled roars. Chanyeol’s an animal in bed. His fingers are digging into Junmyeon’s shoulder blades, and he can barely feel the pain.
“Oh god,” Junmyeon moans. “Oh god. Chanyeol. Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol’s already moving from the mattress, standing up near the edge and from here, his arms are the only things holding Junmyeon up. His hips are still thrusting at an amazing pace, Junmyeon bouncing with each push and landing back down, sheathing full over Chanyeol’s cock. He can’t contain himself anymore. It’s too much.
“Junmyeon!” Chanyeol grunts.
Junmyeon comes first, pretty cock twitching harshly from pleasure and shooting ropes of cum straight onto them both. Chanyeol’s still bouncing him on his shaft, and Junmyeon rides out his orgasm, screaming fuck fuck fuck, over and over again like a mantra. Sweat is trickling down his cheeks, and his mouth is left open lazily, tongue rolling out from the intensity.
It’s a sight to behold, and Chanyeol’s smiling through each thrust at how beautiful Junmyeon looks when he’s absolutely wrecked.
“That’s it,” Chanyeol says, still thrusting up into him.
He thinks it’s over, but when he notices Junmyeon’s cock slowly rising again with each thrust, he knows Junmyeon still wants more. Arms are coming up higher, holding on tighter as Junmyeon tries to adjust to better position. A soft whine escapes him as Chanyeol presses a kiss to his cheek.
Immediately, Chanyeol lowers Junmyeon’s body so that his torso falls back onto the mattress, Junmyeon’s arms no longer holding onto him. His hands slide back so that they’d holding onto Junmyeon’s legs, and with his position, he’s able to deepen his thrusts, hitting Junmyeon’s prostate dead on each time. A fast, relentless pace has Junmyeon’s cock standing up proudly once more, twitching as it leaks at the tip.
With his new grip on Junmyeon, Chanyeol’s hips are canting forward harder, and with this momentum, Junmyeon’s being pushed further into the bed. It doesn’t take long before Chanyeol feels his control slipping, and he knows it’s not that long before he loses it.
Suddenly, Junmyeon’s pulling him down, twisting their bodies over into a new position, and before Chanyeol knows it, he’s lying on the mattress with Junmyeon sitting on top of him.
“What-”
Junmyeon silences him by pushing down on his cock in one sudden movement. Fuck! Chanyeol knew Junmyeon was strong, but when he’s blown over in lust, Junmyeon was wild. The other is now bouncing on top of him, clenching over and over on his cock and sending sensations throughout his body. It’s new, and Chanyeol can’t say he’s against it.
He loves it.
“Fuck, yes, yes,” Junmyeon mutters, eyes closed shut.
Every time he raises his hips, he leaves the head inside, before crashing back down onto Chanyeol’s pelvis, taking the entire length in, balls smacking onto cheeks. Junmyeon has his own pace, his own rhythm. It’s wild, untamed as he mixes up slow crashes with quick, rough ones.
Sometimes he switches it up and keeps Chanyeol cock deep within in, swirling his hips around in slow, tantalizing circles with Chanyeol buried in him.
“Fuck Junmyeon!”
Each time Junmyeon bounces, his cock bounces with him, springing upwards and it’s clear he’s hard again. Chanyeol reaches forward, circling his hand around Junmyeon and slowly starts to pump. His pumps meet with Junmyeon’s own movements, with Junmyeon thrusting up into his hand, and landing back down onto his cock.
Junmyeon’s eyes are rolling back in his head, and he looks like he’s in heaven. They’re both in heaven. Chanyeol doesn’t want to wake up.
“I-” Chanyeol can’t finish his words before he’s coming.
Junmyeon catches it at the last moment and practically sits on Chanyeol’s lap, hips moving in slow, languid circles as he milks Chanyeol’s orgasm out. Chanyeol can feel his cock twitching irritably inside of Junmyeon, and his cum is shooting within him, filling him up and more. Junmyeon’s eyes are shut once more, but he’s smiling, his movements slowing down until he’s sitting still above Chanyeol.
Chanyeol’s hips are still trying buck up into him, but they’re being pressed down by Junmyeon’s weight. His thrust start to slow, and he can already feel how wet it is inside of Junmyeon, his cum already trickling out in thin trails out of Junmyeon’s hole. When Junmyeon slowly rises up off of Chanyeol’s dick, more cum trails out of his hole, landing onto Chanyeol with wet sounds.
“Jesus.”
Junmyeon’s cock is still twitching from overstimulation, but he doesn’t seem eager to satisfy it with how he slowly lowers himself back onto Chanyeol’s cock. The sensation is too much for Chanyeol, who lets out a low whine at how much his cock is starting to hurt from being overstimulated. It’s odd, thrusting into his own cum, but Junmyeon seems intent on trying to drag out another orgasm out of him. Chanyeol doesn’t know if he has enough energy for one more, but he does know he can help Junmyeon out with his own.
“Junmyeon,” Chanyeol says. “Let me.”
He doesn’t need to specify because Junmyeon’s opening his eyes slowly, knowing what he wants. When Junmyeon slides completely off of him, his cock flops back onto his body with a wet squelch, hitting his own trail of cum, and smearing his crotch.
He needs a shower. But Junmyeon is more important.
When Junmyeon leans back against the bed, Chanyeol clambers over him, pushing back his bangs to stare at the pretty stars in his eyes. They stare for a few moments, taking each other in and finding reassurance that this is where they were meant to be. With each other.
Chanyeol’s slides further down Junmyeon’s body, peppering kisses all along salty skin before shoving his lips over Junmyeon’s dick. He’s had practice with this before, knowing just how to suck to give Junmyeon the best head. Once his lips touch Junmyeon’s crotch, nose nestled in finely trimmed pubic hair, he sucks, bobbing his throat with each suck.
Junmyeon’s head lolls back against the mattress and it’s like this he’s able to relax, boneless after being thoroughly fucked. He doesn’t have the energy to move, and it’s okay because Chanyeol has more than enough to satisfy him with this.
Lifting back up, Chanyeol keeps his lips fully closed around Junmyeon’s tip before diving back down, sucking the entire time. His tongue laps up along the length, playing with the head and dipping into the slit, tasting the precum that leaks out of it. He dances along velvet skin, kisses it, worships it. Junmyeon’s dick is his dessert, and he’s just been served his last meal.
When Junmyeon’s breathing starts to quicken, Chanyeol bobs faster, head coming up and down as he tries to pull out one last orgasm from him. It’s with one great suck that Junmyeon spills again, hips jerking up through his release. Chanyeol holds his lips near the tip, sucking out every last bit of cum out of Junmyeon, milking him clean through his orgasm.
The cum sits heavy in his mouth as Junmyeon keeps shooting, coating inside with a salty taste. It’s after a few more twitches that Junmyeon’s release comes to a still, and Chanyeol slides off of his dick with a slick pop.
Chanyeol smirks as he connects his eyes with Junmyeon’s. When the other raises his eyebrow, Chanyeol opens his mouth slowly and lets the cum trail out of his lips, some of it dripping onto his chin. It’s a mixture of cum and saliva that dribbles all over Junmyeon’s dick, coating him in a cold, odd sensation. Junmyeon’s face scrunches up.
“That’s gross.”
With a chuckle, Chanyeol plops back down on Junmyeon’s dick and swallows all around it, picking back up his release and keeping it inside of his mouth. Chanyeol’s satisfied at the way Junmyeon’s eyes widen at this, confused whether to be turned on or appalled. When he moves to swallow, Junmyeon immediately shoots up.
“Don’t swallow,” Junmyeon says, a hand already coming up behind Chanyeol’s neck. “Don’t.”
He kisses Chanyeol with too much tongue, pressing eagerly against Chanyeol’s lips. When Chanyeol opens up, his tongue swirls inside, letting the cum mix between their mouths and tasting everything. He licks inside of Chanyeol, tasting every inch he can find and Chanyeol fights back with just as much eagerness. When they part, a trail of spit connects their lips, and Junmyeon’s the first to break as he swallows his own release.
“Junmyeon, that’s grosser,” Chanyeol says. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Junmyeon hums as he leans back against the bed, wincing at the soreness that’s starting to develop in his thighs. They need to clean themselves up, and as usual, Chanyeol’s the first one to get up, stretching every beautiful inch of skin and muscle as he makes his way towards the bathroom.
This is their routine, fucking senselessly in Chanyeol’s bedroom, and then fucking even more in the bathroom. Sometimes they fuck in the doorway, only moving inside when they notice someone walking down the hallway. They fuck until it hurts no more, when pleasure covers up the pain.
Chanyeol’s whole apartment is made up of hard sex and quick escapes. It’s their life.
When he turns the shower faucet on, he can make out the small whispers coming from his room, from Junmyeon. He taps at the extra toothbrush at his sink, noticing how the vibrant yellow compliments his silly red. He doesn’t want to push, but something inside of Chanyeol urges him on.
“Did you say something?” Chanyeol asks as he takes out a few bottles of shampoo out from his cabinet.
There’s no noise, only tiny footsteps, step step step, before shaky arms are coming up to wrap around his chest from behind. Slowly, the hands travel upwards, clawing lightly into his skin, and soon Junmyeon’s nuzzling his face against his back. Junmyeon isn’t saying anything, just pressing close against him, and Chanyeol knows that it’s his way of saying thanks.
Junmyeon was never good at saying his thanks, his actions speaking volume for his words.
Chanyeol doesn’t ask. He didn’t ask when Junmyeon shows up at his door, eyes completely lost and searching for something, anything to take away the pain. He doesn’t ask when Junmyeon stares at his phone in the middle of the night, eyes tearing over the screen before he curls up in his sleep.
There’s more clothes in his laundry. His refrigerator is almost completely empty. Why doesn’t he just ask what his heart wants?
“You’re welcome,” Chanyeol whispers as he rubs a hand gently over Junmyeon’s. He tangles his fingers with Junmyeon’s watching in the reflection of the mirror at how well they fit together. Like they were made just to hold one another.
Junmyeon’s so vulnerable like this. Only this time, Chanyeol wonders if Junmyeon really will break, when the illusion is shattered and he has to face reality. When the emptiness is filled once more, only to be replaced with an even greater void. A void that Chanyeol is unsure he’s able to fill.
And yet…
“Can I stay?” Junmyeon asks meekly, barely a whisper, as if his voice is struggling to stay together.
It’s still the same.
The same voice that spoke to Chanyeol over the phone, crying at how his life was a mess and that he was worthless. The same voice that spoke to Chanyeol at his doorstep, from lips bruised red, and a face that has seen too many demons, too many heartaches. The same voice that said to Chanyeol, can I stay?
Chanyeol nods. “Of course you can. You’re always welcome here.” It’s not a lie. It never was.
Junmyeon’s smile is always the brightest in the morning. Chanyeol’s shirt always fits too big on him, bare thighs peeking out from under the hem when he wears them-he never wears anything else except Chanyeol’s shirts. Breakfast never feels lonely when there’s two mouths to feed.
The sun always rises, and Junmyeon rises with it, a stronger person than before.
“Thank you.”
He feels Junmyeon slowly smiling against his skin, just like before, when Chanyeol was cleaning Junmyeon up in the shower and told him he was worth something. When Chanyeol told him he meant the world to him. When Chanyeol told Junmyeon, I love you.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up."
Taking Junmyeon's hand in his, he leads them into the shower. Chanyeol smiles slips out as he nuzzles his chin into Junmyeon's crown, knowing he can give Junmyeon the escape he needs.
An escape to happiness.
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4050 words
Summary: Sometimes Junmyeon wants to run away. Chanyeol is Junmyeon's break from reality.
Warning/s: pwp, barebacking, cumming in mouth, creampie, snowballing
Notes: This is literally 4k of pointless smut, and gross smut at that. Seriously, like it's so gross and filthy I don't even know what happened. Please keep the warnings in mind and do not take them lightly (snowballing is passing cum back into the person's mouth). I hope the original prompter enjoys! I took the prompt and sort of ran with it into a collection of porn, sorry! ><
There’s lipstick stains on Chanyeol’s collarbones.
He quiets the thoughts in his mind when Junmyeon traces a lazy finger over them, proud as if it’s some sort of personal accomplishment. His breath hitches with every stroke, and Chanyeol slides further up Junmyeon’s body, leaving behind pink blossoms in his wake. Junmyeon’s skin scalds him with every touch, lips quivering with desire at every peck, every bit of contact he receives.
“Are you sure?” Chanyeol asks, keeping his eyes locked with Junmyeon’s.
A perfect reflection is all he sees in Junmyeon’s eyes, dark pools filled with the same want. “Yes,” he answers, and Chanyeol takes his consent and lets it guide him.
They start slow, like always, following the same rhythm, the same rise and fall. Junmyeon’s lips are wet with red, smudged across his face in lust. It tastes sweet, moans and pleasure-Chanyeol swallows it all. He enjoys everything Junmyeon can offer him, and he returns with favors that he knows Junmyeon thrives on.
“Chanyeol,” Junmyeon whispers, head falling back against the pillows.
A long stretch of neck is bared for him, and Chanyeol licks along the dip of his collarbone, letting it trail along his neck to taste sweet skin. He nibbles along the long column and every noise that rumbles deep within Junmyeon only raises his urgency. Peppering kisses along Junmyeon’s jawline, his travels take him to Junmyeon’s lips, and when they meet, it feels like he’s gone to heaven.
Junmyeon kisses like there’s no tomorrow, like the world was going to crumble beneath him. It’s his last meal, and Chanyeol is a delicacy like no other. Chanyeol takes his needs, his wants, and offers him the perfect remedy.
Shaking fingers reach up to thread through his hair, and once they find a firm grip, they pull him further down, clashing their lips together. Junmyeon whines, the sounds escaping his throat through each kiss, each roll of his hips, each time his cock brushes against skin. Chanyeol holds himself steady, his own hips in between Junmyeon’s legs, giving him the friction he needs.
Junmyeon’s thighs are on full display, milky skin untouched and in need of attention, anything. This close, Chanyeol can feel the warmth flooding out of Junmyeon, how their cocks brush against one another and it drives him mad. He taps against Junmyeon’s thighs, and it’s the only direction Junmyeon needs as he cross his legs across Chanyeol’s back. Rising back carefully, Chanyeol cups Junmyeon’s ass with his hands, squeezing firm flesh and eliciting a delicious moan out of him.
“Fuck,” Junmyeon breathes out.
Chanyeol’s lips stretch into a grin as he stands at the edge of the bed with Junmyeon holding onto him. He kneads the cheeks with his fingers, rubbing small circles into them, letting them fall into his palms. His fingers travel closer to Junmyeon’s entrance, and with each hesitant brush, Junmyeon can feel everything. His head falls forward when Chanyeol takes each cheek and spreads them apart, exposing his hole to the cold air.
Junmyeon is so small in his arms, so light. It feels like he could break under the world, under so much pain. But Chanyeol knows better; he knows Junmyeon’s solid against the tide, against the trials he faces every day.
Raising Junmyeon a bit higher, his own cock springs out forward, and slowly, he lowers Junmyeon back down, letting his tip brush against Junmyeon’s hole. Immediately Junmyeon’s body becomes pliant, and he has to hold on tighter, arms reaching further to hold onto Chanyeol’s body. There’s nothing but wet moans as Chanyeol takes Junmyeon’s ass and rubs it on his shaft.
Up and down, in slow circles, anything to find that delicious rhythm. It’s absolute torture for Chanyeol, and small beads of precum are already leaking out of his tip, begging for more. His fingers dig deeper and stretches Junmyeon’s ass further apart, dragging his hole across the wet head and letting it smear across his crack.
“Fuck yes,” Junmyeon chokes in between small whimpers. This is what he wants, and it’s only the start.
Chanyeol wants too. He can feel Junmyeon’s cock twitching against his stomach, bouncing eagerly with each movement, and it’s easy to see how hard Junmyeon’s getting from this. Junmyeon’s cock leaks against his skin, and each time the slit drags across his stomach, it leaves a wet trail that cools in the night air.
His movements start slipping into haggard jerks, quicker, rougher. He’s bouncing Junmyeon on top of his shaft and it’s only when Junmyeon pulls him in close for a kiss, only to bite on his bottom lip does Chanyeol trip and fall into desperation.
Letting go of his hold, Junmyeon falls back onto the mattress, bouncing ever so lightly and back arching prettily. Here, his body is flush with a sheen of sweat, naked, and for Chanyeol’s eyes only. He traces every curve of Junmyeon’s body, every dent, every definition. His eyes roam over every scar, every imperfection that makes Junmyeon perfect. Makes him whole.
“Are you just going to stare?” Junmyeon asks, voice rough. He drags a hand over his chest, brushing it against pink nipples, teasing Chanyeol. “Or are you going to do something?”
“Oh, I’m doing something,” Chanyeol answers. “But, just let me get the lube and condom okay?”
“Don’t get the condom this time.”
Chanyeol freezes in his search. This is the first time Junmyeon’s wanted to do it this way. “Are you sure? I…”
Junmyeon’s nod is his answer.
“If that’s what you want then okay.”
Junmyeon half hums, half chuckles as he lies back against the bed, snuggling deeper in the mess of pillows. He looks absolutely filthy like this, when he’s filled with nothing but the simple seductions that led him to Chanyeol.
Pouring the liquid over his fingers, Chanyeol positions himself over Junmyeon, taking in how still he is, expectant, and completely responsive to him and only him. It’s like he’s waited for this moment the whole night, and Chanyeol can’t blame him; he’s been waiting as well. Waiting ever since Junmyeon made the phone call minutes before.
“Scared?” Junmyeon teases, but he’s hesitant. Trembling.
Chanyeol shakes his head, leaning over to deliver a small peck against Junmyeon’s lips, tasting tantalizing flavors.
He ghosts a finger over Junmyeon’s entrance, taking in how his hole clenches impatiently, waiting to be filled. Swallowing thickly, Chanyeol takes a calming breath and presses his finger inside. As soon as it enters, Junmyeon’s body shudders, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. It’s slight discomfort, and Junmyeon takes a few moments to adjust himself before pushing his hips forward, wanting more.
Chanyeol slides his finger in deeper, slowly, all the way as it reaches the base. When Junmyeon fully adjusts to the finger, Chanyeol pulls it back out before pushing back in, faster this time. Shallow thrusts become shallower, and soon he’s twisting his finger inside, stretching Junmyeon in ways only he knows how. One finger becomes two, and Chanyeol switches up his movements, scissoring deep within Junmyeon’s hole.
Even though Junmyeon’s eased into the insertion, his body is still shaking, face clenching up as he starts moaning, louder, higher. When Chanyeol crooks both fingers inside of Junmyeon, his breath hitches, and Chanyeol’s brows furrow in worry. He nearly pulls his fingers back out before Junmyeon stops him.
“Don’t,” Junmyeon says, bringing a hand up to Chanyeol’s arm. “Don’t.”
Nodding, Chanyeol continues, loosening up the hole until he feels the ring relaxing under him. When he slides both fingers out, the rim is already clenching hard on air, begging to be filled.
Leaning back, Chanyeol slicks lube over his shaft, pumping it a few times to full hardness. It’s a beauty, jutting forward in all its glory, and Junmyeon licks his lips over the mere sight of it. In long graceful strides, Junmyeon moves into a better position on the comforter, hands coming up to hold his knees back. Here, fully exposed and at his most vulnerable, he trusts Chanyeol.
And Chanyeol trusts Junmyeon just as much.
Lining up the tip against Junmyeon’s hole, Chanyeol places his hands over Junmyeon’s, helping him bend his legs further back until they’re in front of his chest. Junmyeon’s so flexible, it amazes Chanyeol every time he sees it. He gives him one last look for assurance, locking gazes with Junmyeon, and with one final nod, Chanyeol thrusts in.
“F-Fuck!”
Junmyeon’s scream rings through Chanyeol’s ear, a mixture of pleasure and relief. Wet heat engulfs him, and Chanyeol nearly falls forward at how tight Junmyeon is.
It wasn’t enough. Isn’t enough. Junmyeon’s always so tight, so inviting. He pushes inside with one slow, torturous movement, and when he finally reaches the base of his cock, they both choke out a moan-Chanyeol from the sensations all around his cock, and Junmyeon from finally being filled to the brim.
Junmyeon pants shallowly, taking time to adjust as Chanyeol slides back out halfway, leaving the head of his cock still inside. The second thrust is harsher, rougher. Chanyeol practically snaps his hips forward, and Junmyeon is sliding back into the pillows. His shaft slid out in the movement, and Chanyeol chases after Junmyeon to slip back inside, thrusting sharply.
His hands come up to brace against the mattress as his body leans over Junmyeon’s, bending him in half, hips thrusting faster now over and over, building a rhythm that is nothing but satisfaction. He’s fucking Junmyeon open, hard and raw, and every time his pelvis slam into Junmyeon’s ass cheeks, it elicits a high pitched keen out of him.
It’s a symphony in Chanyeol’s head.
“It’s so good,” Junmyeon breathes out as Chanyeol picks up the pace, fucking at a speed Junmyeon’s never seen out of him before.
Each thrust knocks air out of Junmyeon, and it feels like euphoria. Wet sounds tangle with wet moans-both Junmyeon’s and Chanyeol’s-and even wetter yesses and mores. Junmyeon needs this. He needs this escape to forget about the world, to forget about everything. All he needs to know at this moment, is Chanyeol and only Chanyeol.
How Chanyeol makes him feel so good.
After one particularly hard thrust, Chanyeol stays sheathed inside of Junmyeon, his hips lined up perfectly against Junmyeon’s ass cheeks. Here, he wiggles his hips around, pulling Junmyeon’s hips with him and Junmyeon’s groaning at how his body is being played with. Chanyeol’s lying on top of him, spreading Junmyeon’s legs as far as they can possibly go.
He’s so warm. Chanyeol keeps their bodies close like this for a while, rolling his hips upwards, grinding while still buried deep within Junmyeon. Sometimes he stays perfectly still, having only his dick twitch inside and Junmyeon clenches around him over and over.
Chanyeol can feel the heat starting to coil in his stomach, but he doesn’t want it to end. Quickly, he maneuvers his hands to help pull Junmyeon closer to him, making sure his hands are safe on Junmyeon’s back. With a secure hold, he’s lifting himself into a semi-standing position, legs bent with his knees still on the mattress. He’s lifting Junmyeon with him, his hands holding him from behind, his cock still buried deep inside.
This position is just like before, only this time Chanyeol’s deep inside of Junmyeon, and their bodies are shining from the sweat and sex.
“Hang on,” Chanyeol says with a grin, and before Junmyeon can reply, he’s snapping his hips upwards.
Junmyeon can’t form any words just from pure bliss overwhelming his thoughts.
Chanyeol’s hips are thrusting up into him, and from this position, the tip is always inside of him as he falls back down on the shaft, meeting him with the same roughness. Animalistic pistons. Uncontrolled roars. Chanyeol’s an animal in bed. His fingers are digging into Junmyeon’s shoulder blades, and he can barely feel the pain.
“Oh god,” Junmyeon moans. “Oh god. Chanyeol. Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol’s already moving from the mattress, standing up near the edge and from here, his arms are the only things holding Junmyeon up. His hips are still thrusting at an amazing pace, Junmyeon bouncing with each push and landing back down, sheathing full over Chanyeol’s cock. He can’t contain himself anymore. It’s too much.
“Junmyeon!” Chanyeol grunts.
Junmyeon comes first, pretty cock twitching harshly from pleasure and shooting ropes of cum straight onto them both. Chanyeol’s still bouncing him on his shaft, and Junmyeon rides out his orgasm, screaming fuck fuck fuck, over and over again like a mantra. Sweat is trickling down his cheeks, and his mouth is left open lazily, tongue rolling out from the intensity.
It’s a sight to behold, and Chanyeol’s smiling through each thrust at how beautiful Junmyeon looks when he’s absolutely wrecked.
“That’s it,” Chanyeol says, still thrusting up into him.
He thinks it’s over, but when he notices Junmyeon’s cock slowly rising again with each thrust, he knows Junmyeon still wants more. Arms are coming up higher, holding on tighter as Junmyeon tries to adjust to better position. A soft whine escapes him as Chanyeol presses a kiss to his cheek.
Immediately, Chanyeol lowers Junmyeon’s body so that his torso falls back onto the mattress, Junmyeon’s arms no longer holding onto him. His hands slide back so that they’d holding onto Junmyeon’s legs, and with his position, he’s able to deepen his thrusts, hitting Junmyeon’s prostate dead on each time. A fast, relentless pace has Junmyeon’s cock standing up proudly once more, twitching as it leaks at the tip.
With his new grip on Junmyeon, Chanyeol’s hips are canting forward harder, and with this momentum, Junmyeon’s being pushed further into the bed. It doesn’t take long before Chanyeol feels his control slipping, and he knows it’s not that long before he loses it.
Suddenly, Junmyeon’s pulling him down, twisting their bodies over into a new position, and before Chanyeol knows it, he’s lying on the mattress with Junmyeon sitting on top of him.
“What-”
Junmyeon silences him by pushing down on his cock in one sudden movement. Fuck! Chanyeol knew Junmyeon was strong, but when he’s blown over in lust, Junmyeon was wild. The other is now bouncing on top of him, clenching over and over on his cock and sending sensations throughout his body. It’s new, and Chanyeol can’t say he’s against it.
He loves it.
“Fuck, yes, yes,” Junmyeon mutters, eyes closed shut.
Every time he raises his hips, he leaves the head inside, before crashing back down onto Chanyeol’s pelvis, taking the entire length in, balls smacking onto cheeks. Junmyeon has his own pace, his own rhythm. It’s wild, untamed as he mixes up slow crashes with quick, rough ones.
Sometimes he switches it up and keeps Chanyeol cock deep within in, swirling his hips around in slow, tantalizing circles with Chanyeol buried in him.
“Fuck Junmyeon!”
Each time Junmyeon bounces, his cock bounces with him, springing upwards and it’s clear he’s hard again. Chanyeol reaches forward, circling his hand around Junmyeon and slowly starts to pump. His pumps meet with Junmyeon’s own movements, with Junmyeon thrusting up into his hand, and landing back down onto his cock.
Junmyeon’s eyes are rolling back in his head, and he looks like he’s in heaven. They’re both in heaven. Chanyeol doesn’t want to wake up.
“I-” Chanyeol can’t finish his words before he’s coming.
Junmyeon catches it at the last moment and practically sits on Chanyeol’s lap, hips moving in slow, languid circles as he milks Chanyeol’s orgasm out. Chanyeol can feel his cock twitching irritably inside of Junmyeon, and his cum is shooting within him, filling him up and more. Junmyeon’s eyes are shut once more, but he’s smiling, his movements slowing down until he’s sitting still above Chanyeol.
Chanyeol’s hips are still trying buck up into him, but they’re being pressed down by Junmyeon’s weight. His thrust start to slow, and he can already feel how wet it is inside of Junmyeon, his cum already trickling out in thin trails out of Junmyeon’s hole. When Junmyeon slowly rises up off of Chanyeol’s dick, more cum trails out of his hole, landing onto Chanyeol with wet sounds.
“Jesus.”
Junmyeon’s cock is still twitching from overstimulation, but he doesn’t seem eager to satisfy it with how he slowly lowers himself back onto Chanyeol’s cock. The sensation is too much for Chanyeol, who lets out a low whine at how much his cock is starting to hurt from being overstimulated. It’s odd, thrusting into his own cum, but Junmyeon seems intent on trying to drag out another orgasm out of him. Chanyeol doesn’t know if he has enough energy for one more, but he does know he can help Junmyeon out with his own.
“Junmyeon,” Chanyeol says. “Let me.”
He doesn’t need to specify because Junmyeon’s opening his eyes slowly, knowing what he wants. When Junmyeon slides completely off of him, his cock flops back onto his body with a wet squelch, hitting his own trail of cum, and smearing his crotch.
He needs a shower. But Junmyeon is more important.
When Junmyeon leans back against the bed, Chanyeol clambers over him, pushing back his bangs to stare at the pretty stars in his eyes. They stare for a few moments, taking each other in and finding reassurance that this is where they were meant to be. With each other.
Chanyeol’s slides further down Junmyeon’s body, peppering kisses all along salty skin before shoving his lips over Junmyeon’s dick. He’s had practice with this before, knowing just how to suck to give Junmyeon the best head. Once his lips touch Junmyeon’s crotch, nose nestled in finely trimmed pubic hair, he sucks, bobbing his throat with each suck.
Junmyeon’s head lolls back against the mattress and it’s like this he’s able to relax, boneless after being thoroughly fucked. He doesn’t have the energy to move, and it’s okay because Chanyeol has more than enough to satisfy him with this.
Lifting back up, Chanyeol keeps his lips fully closed around Junmyeon’s tip before diving back down, sucking the entire time. His tongue laps up along the length, playing with the head and dipping into the slit, tasting the precum that leaks out of it. He dances along velvet skin, kisses it, worships it. Junmyeon’s dick is his dessert, and he’s just been served his last meal.
When Junmyeon’s breathing starts to quicken, Chanyeol bobs faster, head coming up and down as he tries to pull out one last orgasm from him. It’s with one great suck that Junmyeon spills again, hips jerking up through his release. Chanyeol holds his lips near the tip, sucking out every last bit of cum out of Junmyeon, milking him clean through his orgasm.
The cum sits heavy in his mouth as Junmyeon keeps shooting, coating inside with a salty taste. It’s after a few more twitches that Junmyeon’s release comes to a still, and Chanyeol slides off of his dick with a slick pop.
Chanyeol smirks as he connects his eyes with Junmyeon’s. When the other raises his eyebrow, Chanyeol opens his mouth slowly and lets the cum trail out of his lips, some of it dripping onto his chin. It’s a mixture of cum and saliva that dribbles all over Junmyeon’s dick, coating him in a cold, odd sensation. Junmyeon’s face scrunches up.
“That’s gross.”
With a chuckle, Chanyeol plops back down on Junmyeon’s dick and swallows all around it, picking back up his release and keeping it inside of his mouth. Chanyeol’s satisfied at the way Junmyeon’s eyes widen at this, confused whether to be turned on or appalled. When he moves to swallow, Junmyeon immediately shoots up.
“Don’t swallow,” Junmyeon says, a hand already coming up behind Chanyeol’s neck. “Don’t.”
He kisses Chanyeol with too much tongue, pressing eagerly against Chanyeol’s lips. When Chanyeol opens up, his tongue swirls inside, letting the cum mix between their mouths and tasting everything. He licks inside of Chanyeol, tasting every inch he can find and Chanyeol fights back with just as much eagerness. When they part, a trail of spit connects their lips, and Junmyeon’s the first to break as he swallows his own release.
“Junmyeon, that’s grosser,” Chanyeol says. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Junmyeon hums as he leans back against the bed, wincing at the soreness that’s starting to develop in his thighs. They need to clean themselves up, and as usual, Chanyeol’s the first one to get up, stretching every beautiful inch of skin and muscle as he makes his way towards the bathroom.
This is their routine, fucking senselessly in Chanyeol’s bedroom, and then fucking even more in the bathroom. Sometimes they fuck in the doorway, only moving inside when they notice someone walking down the hallway. They fuck until it hurts no more, when pleasure covers up the pain.
Chanyeol’s whole apartment is made up of hard sex and quick escapes. It’s their life.
When he turns the shower faucet on, he can make out the small whispers coming from his room, from Junmyeon. He taps at the extra toothbrush at his sink, noticing how the vibrant yellow compliments his silly red. He doesn’t want to push, but something inside of Chanyeol urges him on.
“Did you say something?” Chanyeol asks as he takes out a few bottles of shampoo out from his cabinet.
There’s no noise, only tiny footsteps, step step step, before shaky arms are coming up to wrap around his chest from behind. Slowly, the hands travel upwards, clawing lightly into his skin, and soon Junmyeon’s nuzzling his face against his back. Junmyeon isn’t saying anything, just pressing close against him, and Chanyeol knows that it’s his way of saying thanks.
Junmyeon was never good at saying his thanks, his actions speaking volume for his words.
Chanyeol doesn’t ask. He didn’t ask when Junmyeon shows up at his door, eyes completely lost and searching for something, anything to take away the pain. He doesn’t ask when Junmyeon stares at his phone in the middle of the night, eyes tearing over the screen before he curls up in his sleep.
There’s more clothes in his laundry. His refrigerator is almost completely empty. Why doesn’t he just ask what his heart wants?
“You’re welcome,” Chanyeol whispers as he rubs a hand gently over Junmyeon’s. He tangles his fingers with Junmyeon’s watching in the reflection of the mirror at how well they fit together. Like they were made just to hold one another.
Junmyeon’s so vulnerable like this. Only this time, Chanyeol wonders if Junmyeon really will break, when the illusion is shattered and he has to face reality. When the emptiness is filled once more, only to be replaced with an even greater void. A void that Chanyeol is unsure he’s able to fill.
And yet…
“Can I stay?” Junmyeon asks meekly, barely a whisper, as if his voice is struggling to stay together.
It’s still the same.
The same voice that spoke to Chanyeol over the phone, crying at how his life was a mess and that he was worthless. The same voice that spoke to Chanyeol at his doorstep, from lips bruised red, and a face that has seen too many demons, too many heartaches. The same voice that said to Chanyeol, can I stay?
Chanyeol nods. “Of course you can. You’re always welcome here.” It’s not a lie. It never was.
Junmyeon’s smile is always the brightest in the morning. Chanyeol’s shirt always fits too big on him, bare thighs peeking out from under the hem when he wears them-he never wears anything else except Chanyeol’s shirts. Breakfast never feels lonely when there’s two mouths to feed.
The sun always rises, and Junmyeon rises with it, a stronger person than before.
“Thank you.”
He feels Junmyeon slowly smiling against his skin, just like before, when Chanyeol was cleaning Junmyeon up in the shower and told him he was worth something. When Chanyeol told him he meant the world to him. When Chanyeol told Junmyeon, I love you.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up."
Taking Junmyeon's hand in his, he leads them into the shower. Chanyeol smiles slips out as he nuzzles his chin into Junmyeon's crown, knowing he can give Junmyeon the escape he needs.
An escape to happiness.