Alphadog And Omegalomaniac; baekyeol (1/2)

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Title: Alphadog And Omegalomaniac
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol, hints of Jongin/Kyungsoo and Sehun/Jongdae
Wordcount: 15k~
Warning: it's a hybrid!au, so be careful. mostly bad smut. no butts are violated in this fic, also unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO belong to themselves and SME
Notes: written for the lovely owmichi because she's a cutie and it's her birthday and she deserves all the (baekyeol) love she can get ♥ (please read A/N at the end of the fic)
Summary: Baekhyun falls in love with one of the violent pets he's supposed to train and decides to bring him home and Chanyeol is an extremely sexy lost case.



Baekhyun falls in love with Chanyeol at first sight. He looks at him, just for a second, and his static, sluggish world starts to move, slowly, like an old, rusty merry-go-round that had almost forgotten how to be merry. Suddenly, colours are filling the grey spots, all of Chanyeol’s reds and golds, so bright, so beautiful, and Baekhyun needs to detach his eyes, needs a moment to breathe. And mostly, he needs a plan.

A plan to get his hands on Chanyeol’s price tag, for a start. A plan to approach Chanyeol without losing one or two fingers. A plan to find Chanyeol again, and make him fall in love with Baekhyun would be nice, too.

When Baekhyun first meets him, Chanyeol is beaten and looks ready to snap. His copper red hair is tangled and dirty, just like the fur on his ears and tail. Baekhyun takes a good look at his painfully tense form, crouched on the floor. It's difficult to see the flash of white, pointy teeth from the way he keeps his head down, but the trainer doesn’t miss the dangerous glint every time Chanyeol's mouth curls in a snarl that sounds more like a help request than a real threat.

The woman in red, red hand-tailored suit, red shoes, red lipstick all over her plump lips, red shoes, Baekhyun isn’t really surprised she got herself a red pet, is still talking nervously. She’s trying not to shiver - Chanyeol is leashed, after all - and her eyes can’t help but run nervously over his claws and fangs. She unconsciously grips her arm tight, where Chanyeol’s teeth sank. Or at least that’s what Baekhyun supposes. He hasn’t even started listening to her, so he doesn’t bother shutting her up. A nod towards Sehun and the boy is immediately up on his feet and trotting over them, grabbing the woman’s hands and charmingly accompanying her to the other room. Their intern will listen to her whiny princess voice and refer everything to Baekhyun afterwards. It’s not difficult, however, to imagine how things went.

He looks at Chanyeol, chained naked and mad with rage. The dog hybrid bears a soft beauty, with pink little lips that resembles the ones of a woman and the prettiest eyes. However, his body isn't even close to the one of a woman. Baekhyun can rake appreciative eyes over his strong limbs, going from the broad shoulders to the toned muscles of his arms, before dropping lower and lower, running on endless and smooth planes of white skin until he finally lands on his crotch. For having such a girly face, Chanyeol sure does have impressive male features, after all.

He whistles, and Chanyeol growls in response, the deep, warm voice, dirtied by a dangerous hue. There’s so little left of the human in him now.

He wonders what kind of crazy trainer sold a beast like Chanyeol to a pretty, sophisticated little lady like the one who is now probably flirting with Sehun in their guest room, caressing his arms with crimson tinted nails. No wonder he bit her, no wonder his angry erection. A woman like her, who thinks of Chanyeol as a mere pet, would never be able to satisfy his needs.

Baekhyun whistles again, making Chanyeol even more annoyed and snarly, the hybrid probably wondering what his next move could be. Baekhyun wonders too, but Sehun’s bored voice calls to him from the lobby and he's reluctantly forced to leave the dog to reach his co-worker.

He doesn’t leave any time for Sehun to talk before he drops the frown to beam in excitement. “Where the fuck did she find something like him? I mean, did you see him, he’s beautiful! Is she selling him? Because I don’t care how fucking expensive he is, I’m buying him, Sehun, I swe-”

Sehun looks unimpressed, but he always does. He still stops Baekhyun’s rambling with a chop of the documents folder in his hand, telling his boss that he's always too loud and whiny, and if he wasn’t for the good pay he wouldn’t be able to put up with his shit. Baekhyun shrugs and pretend to be offended. He is, after all, a nice supervisor and one of the best pet trainers in town, Sehun should consider yourself lucky to work with him. The intern rolls his eyes back at him and proceed with the explanations Baekhyun was waiting for.

“Well, she bought him from…” Sehun swiftly turn pages on Chanyeol’s dossier, brows furrowed, and then he groans, “SM Entertainment…” He pauses so Baekhyun can groan too. The older boy has worked for them for a while, as a trainer, and he doesn't have fond memories of the workplace. SM Entertainment, also known as the most famous pet company of the entire country, sells hybrid pets. Beautiful, thoroughly trained, equipped with a full, shiny pedigree pets. Very expensive, of course, very cute, very docile. Very un-Chanyeol. He must be from the luxury brand collection, not the regular one.

Baekhyun's brows furrow in worry. "He's a sex pet, right?" he asks, in the end, already loathing the answer. Of course he is. They wouldn't sell him for any other reason, not with a body like that. Not with a face like that. The trainer sighs, his hand coming up to mess with the already ruffled hair. It's not that Baekhyun doesn't like sex pets - he wouldn't be holding back a shiver at the mere thought of what Chanyeol could do to him - but he’s not used to work with them. Even when he worked at SM, he almost never dealt with the entertainers. He's not that kind of trainer. Baekhyun habitually educated the most stubborn, sometimes even violent, pets. He taught them how to soften the edges of their character, not the best way to take dicks.

Also, he most certainly didn't agree with the selling policy of the company. Pets can't be forced to enter the business, but they're given freedom of choice on whether to sign a contract with SM and lose their rights to be called people by being sold to rich people who'll spoil them rotten and treat them fairly well, or live the rest of their lives in the cold loneliness of a shelter. They usually choose the first option, but sometimes things don't go in quite the right way.

Baekhyun can't help but think back to Yixing’s, the pretty little bunny who almost died because they sold him to a seven years old girl. Who would ever sell a bunny - a bunny! you know what they tell about bunnies, right? - to a child? Ok, her father was willing to pay a lot because the baby girl wanted one, but still... Bunnies need a lot of sex! Baekhyun was actually very fond of Yixing, and knowing his sweet and caring indole he wasn’t surprised when he knew that the older boy managed to last three months in that house without ever touching himself. All because the little girl wanted him to sleep in her own room all the time and Yixing couldn’t bring himself to traumatize such a lovely kid. Luckily, the father of the girl had taken pity and finally relieved him in the end. Baekhyun was the one who had personally phoned Mr. Wu to inform him that if he wanted he could always ask for a replacement, but the man had been more than happy to keep Yixing. The bunny had his good ending, but Baekhyun knows that many other pets didn't, and maybe Chanyeol has just been a breath away from being one of them.

"What happened to her?" Baekhyun asks, referring to Chanyeol's owner, the woman in red.

“She was bitten by him, a bad gash. She even needs titches. It’ll take months to heal.”

Oh, poor baby. “Spoiled rich ladies like her shouldn’t be allowed to own that kind of pets, especially one that hasn’t gone through a good year or two of training. I appreciate her tastes, but she needs something more… low maintenance, if you know what I mean. I’m surprised he didn’t try to rape her, since she wasn’t treating him properly.”

“He did, when his heat started” is Sehun’s unfazed answer, “but she hit him on the head with the pepper spray bottle until he ran away to close himself in the bathroom. He didn’t want to go out for a week after that, and when he finally did…”

“She brought him straight to us, I see.” completes Baekhyun for him.

He thinks about it. “What kind of crazy woman uses a pepper spray bottle as a weapon instead of as, you know, pepper spray?”

“The kind who has a lunch date with me tomorrow at noon, and about that, I wanted to ask you if I can take the afternoon free so I can properly woo her and become her new young lover.”

Baekhyun doesn't think this is a good idea, he knows at least one person who won't be happy knowing that their favourite intern is out clubbing with older ladies again instead of doing his job. Unfortunately, Jongdae has taken a day off and he's not present to complain, so Baekhyun gives the kid his permission anyway. If only Sehun wasn’t a family friend he would’ve already kicked him out ages ago. That, and the fact that Jongdae prefers to keep his little crush in his sight. Well, judging from the red lipstick stain at the corner of Sehun's mouth, Jongdae's plan is so definitely not working.

Baekhyun sighs. “Tell me more about Chanyeol, before you come back to playing Puzzle Bubble with Jongin.”

Now that he knows that it’s SM Entertainment they’re talking about, he can’t help but feel a lot more interest towards Chanyeol’s past. Their marketing choices can be debatable, but the company is known to sell only the best of the best, and all of the pets have a flawless pedigree, no health problems and the most handsome features. Chanyeol surely lives up to the expectations in that.

“She wanted someone to keep her company at night, since she recently divorced from a shamelessly rich husband and her previous lover, the gardener, was also her husband’s lover and the reason they divorced, so she needed, you know, someone, to," and Sehun stares pointedly at him and makes a crude gesture, "and she bought him. Here it says that she wanted a ridiculously good looking pet…”

“Check.” murmurs Baekhyun softly.

“…with an incredible sexual prowess…”

“Check.” and he can’t help but to think at Chanyeol’s massive size, in dick and not only in height.

“… and one that she was able to manage.” concludes Sehun.

“That was obviously not the case,” sighs Baekhyun, “if she wanted it easy she should have taken an S size, not a fucking two meters tall monster. Let me see!”

He extorts the files from Sehun’s hands. “Oh, wonderful, he’s not even fully trained because he was the most handsome pet they had at the moment and he was red and she wanted it immediately and…” He wants to rip his hair out. “I bet she spoiled him rotten before driving him mad.”

Sehun’s pat on his shoulders are more automatic than actually comforting. “Well, look at the bright side. When I’ll be done fucking her we’ll be able to bargain for him.”

“Good,” it’s Baekhyun’s sad response, “because I want him.”

Chanyeol chooses that moment to start barking.

“Are you sure you want to keep him? He seems terrible.”

“Oh, he just needs to learn how to behave.”

“Hyung,” and now Sehun seems, only seems - Baekhyun knows him too well to buy this shit - a little worried, “he’s twice your size, and you’re so tiny, are you sure you’ll be alright?”

Baekhyun’s laugh is so loud that even Jongin dares to show his face, despite having fallen in disgrace and being currently under harsh punishment (that consisted mainly in Baekhyun lashing him in his room and taking his IPad away from him for having tried to bite Jongdae.)

“Oh Sehun,” is Baekhyun’s breathless response once he has regained his composure, “that’s why I’ll never let you train in the dogs department.”

Convincing Chanyeol to put on some clothes and follow him home isn’t the worst part of Baekhyun’s day. For all the barking and the growling Chanyeol must be really tired of wandering around naked, and there’s something akin to relief in his eyes when Baekhyun comes in and throw him some clothes willingly, ok, maybe kind of unwillingly, lent by Sehun. He sniffs around them and scrunches his nose, never forgetting to try to bite Baekhyun’s hands off when the other boy comes close to unchain him. And he refuses to dress until Baekhyun leaves him alone.

His previous owner may have treated him like he was a stupid animal, but it’s clear that Chanyeol isn’t.

He is, concludes Baekhyun after having read his file himself, quite intelligent, but he's been whip trained and he probably thinks that, having bitten the hand that was supposed to feed him, he’ll be harshly punished.

Chanyeol feels a lot less intimidating dressed like a normal boy, all long limbs and awkward, a lot of awkward. He shuffles his feet uncomfortably, looking at Baekhyun like he expects him to strike every moment now. Baekhyun doesn’t laugh in his face in fear or making him angry like before, but he honestly finds him kind of cute like this. As he ushers him inside the car he sees the nervous glances Chanyeol can’t help but shoot at him and at the vehicle, his eyes franticly looking for an escape route. At this rate, he feels Chanyeol will more likely try to run from him than try to bite him.

He drives them home, stealing rapid images of Chanyeol through the rear-view mirror, a fidgeting figure struggling to make himself as little as possible and failing glamorously.

He knows that the most difficult part of his day is just about to start when, after the endless rows of stairs they stop in front of Baekhyun’s door and Chanyeol sniffs around and starts to growl deep in his throat. He must have smelled Baekhyun’s roommate.

At least Jongdae is not around, reasons Baekhyun with a sigh. Jongdae is the king of making things difficult, but introducing your place to a dog boy in a shattered emotional state when said place reeks of cat is not exactly a bright move. He has no other choice than to shove Chanyeol inside, careful that the dog doesn’t try to make a run for the stairs, and he can finally close the door.

Chanyeol is cornered, in an unfamiliar place that smells of his worst natural enemy, with a stranger that is probably going to punish him, and no idea of where to run or what to do, and now Baekhyun is curious of what his next move will be. As for himself, he plans on making dinner and then maybe having a bath. Chanyeol can keep on standing there and making himself uncomfortable, for a start.

In retrospect, he hadn’t thought about this thoroughly, because it’s still a fucking surprise for him when Chanyeol attacks. Before he can react, he’s been bent over the table, pinned down by Chanyeol’s weight. Zitao has taught Baekhyun the basics of self-defence, and his first instinct is to kick Chanyeol away. Before he can, though, the hybrid starts latches his mouth onto his neck, hastily nosing against Baekhyun' s jugular. Baekhyun panics. The neck has always been his weak point, so he considers himself forgiven if Chanyeol has already started to hump his leg and his dick is hitting dangerously close to Baekhyun’s ass when he finally finds himself reacting. Chanyeol is bigger than he is, in every sense, and he’s in a bad position to begin with, but he has been in worst situations and he won’t let this big scared puppy control him.

He brings his hand to the top of Chanyeol’s head, slowly, because he doesn’t want to scare him. His fingers travel over a messy red head until they find the tip of Chanyeol’s soft ears, and he starts scratching at the base. Chanyeol’s eyes go impossibly wide, his teeth sinking in Baekhyun’s neck in retaliation. Baekhyun just laughs, Chanyeol is not even drawing blood anyway, and continues to work his fingers on Chanyeol’s ears, waiting for the inevitable moan. Chanyeol has a deep, rich voice, and Baekhyun wonders absently when was the last time he got to use it, if that ignorant owner of his even bothered to talk to him. He must have been really frustrated, if despite the fear, the anger, the confusion, probably even hunger, the first thing he did was look for skinship, for some kind of warmth and human contact, even in the form of sex. He caresses Chanyeol’s head, daring sometimes to scratch also behind the neck, until Chanyeol’s mouth breaks its hold on the skin of his neck, and the body over his starts to feeling lax and relaxed, Chanyeol’s lashes fluttering shut and his tail moving leisurely.

Chanyeol sinks his head in the crook of Baekhyun’s head, and even though his cock is still heavy against Baekhyun’s crotch, he doesn't do anything else. He just basks in the fuzzy pleasure Baekhyun knows his fingers can create, occasionally whimpering, little puffs of hot, humid breath against Baekhyun’s clavicle.

When Baekhyun lets go of him Chanyeol almost wails, biting his tongue to catch himself in time, and he looks so betrayed that Baekhyun almost surrenders to his pout. He knows what Chanyeol wants, has felt his desire against his body, hard and hot. But he can’t. If he has to live with Chanyeol, the boy will have to learn to be patient and control his instincts. Baekhyun can’t afford to spoil him now if he doesn’t want this to drag itself even longer. Ignoring the venomous, murdering look Chanyeol is bothering to send him, like a puppy who expected a hug and got a kick instead, he draws a hot bath and even though he really, really needs the solace of lukewarm water on his limbs, he catches Chanyeol’s attention with a whistle.

“Towels are in the second drawer. If you’re fast and I’m not asleep yet, you can sleep with me, on my bed. If not there’s always the couch or Jongdae’s bed. But maybe it’s better if you avoid Jongdae’s room altogether, he’ll scratch you if you invade his territory.”

Chanyeol takes offence in his word and frowns at Jongdae’s door with the most outraged expression Baekhyun has ever seen, something between that room stinks of cat and I’ll never share my personal space with an evil feline, and further express his disappointment slamming the bathroom’s door. And furiously locking it.

Despite his threats, Baekhyun waits for Chanyeol to finish, because he too has to shower.
When Chanyeol is done, the door finally opens to reveal a flash of vermilion running towards Baekhyun’s bedroom and jumping inside. There’s a loud, dull sound, and Baekhyun can only wonder what Chanyeol destroyed in his haste to get in the bed.

He takes ages to shower, mostly hoping that Chanyeol will already be asleep but when he's finished. But when he enters the room, Chanyeol is still wide awake despite the tiredness he must feel. His head raises suddenly as soon as Baekhyun enters the bedroom, and he growls, deep under his breath.
Baekhyun shushes him.

“This is my room, so if you want to sleep here you do it without bothering me, are we clear?”
The sound grows in intensity. “Don’t force me to make you sleep in the couch, Chanyeol, because I’m going to do it.”

Chanyeol's ears flatten, almost disappearing under red hair. He escapes under the covers, trying to make himself as small as possible. Again, Baekhyun can’t help but snort because Chanyeol is not even remotely small. He falls asleep listening to Chanyeol’s nervous fidgeting and the rustling of the covers, thinking of the wide gap between their bodies as a wall, a wall that he has to try to climb during the next days.

Baekhyun wakes up the following day to Chanyeol's soft snores in his ear and the head of Chanyeol's erection poking against his thigh. Chanyeol must have rolled against him during the morning and now he's curled against his side, a tall human furnace with soft, twitching ears and humid breath.

He groans softly, feeling his own hardness swell in response to their closeness. Chanyeol is draped all over him, his nose on Baekhyun’s throat, his mouth hanging open in the cutest way. Baekhyun wants to touch him, card his fingers in Chanyeol’s red hair and scratch behind the furry ears, over that spot that Jongin likes so much. He wants Chanyeol to crave his touch, to the point that he cries when Baekhyun takes it away, but it's too soon for this.

The hybrid ruts against him, with more haste this time. He’s kicked his pyjama away during the night, probably not used to keep clothes on anyway, and Baekhyun wonders, briefly, how much time the boy - he can't bear himself to call him a dog, no matter how much he behaves like one -has trained under SM to have even the most basic human habits stripped away from him. How much time they kept him waiting, unable to relieve himself, tired, delirious. How much time will Baekhyun have to wait to give everything back to him.

Chanyeol wakes up with a needy moan, his cock freely sliding against Baekhyun’s leg and leaving a pearly trail in its wake. Their eyes meet, and there's something in Chanyeol's gaze, other than desperation and the ache for some kind of release, a prayer or a challenge, maybe. He's waiting for Baekhyun to stop him, but asking him not to do it at the same time. Baekhyun decides to grant his wish. He doesn't move, doesn't even dare to drag Chanyeol closer. He holds himself still as Chanyeol cants his hips down, first slowly, with diffidence, and only when he realises his new owner doesn't want him to stop he starts meeting Baekhyun's leg with frantic moves. The sheets rustle under them as Chanyeol moves and Baekhyun tries to keep up. There's no need to, he's not going to run away, but Chanyeol's hand comes to rest on his hip to make sure he's still there, keep him grounded on the bed.

Baekhyun too is hard, he wants to touch himself, turn around and squirm until Chanyeol is humping his crotch and not his thigh. When he tries to move, Chanyeol's hold on his hip tightens, keeping him there, still. He pouts, and Chanyeol growls against his mouth, only a whisper away from Baekhyun's lips. Their breaths mingle together, close enough to kiss, but they just pant in each other’s mouths.

He knows what Chanyeol is thinking. In his mind, he’s already kissing Baekhyun, but when the other boy gets close, Baekhyun turns his head, hiding his face into the pillow. “No,” he declares, and it’s soft but firm, and he makes sure that Chanyeol can hear the hint of an order in it, “kisses are important,” he says, “and this one is not for you.”

If Chanyeol is affected by his words, he doesn’t show it. He kisses Baekhyun’s shoulder instead. His face is red, his eyes shut up forcefully as he focuses on Baekhyun's body under his, on his warmth, on his impending release. He looks nice, Baekhyun thinks, wishing he could sweep that messy fringe out of Chanyeol's sweaty forehead. He closes his eyes and thinks how nice would it be, if this wasn't their first morning spent together. Maybe Chanyeol would blow him hard, not leaving Baekhyun the time to breath. Maybe Chanyeol would fuck him on all fours, doggy style. That would be enjoyable. Baekhyun moans at the thought, and the sound draws Chanyeol's attention back to his owner's face, flushed and tense, and then to Baekhyun's cock, laying unattended between his legs. He stills his movements, but his hips keeps twitching against Baekhyun, aching for the blessing of friction.

He slides his free hand along Baekhyun's body, a fleeting touch on his chest, down the vertebrae, the bellybutton. Baekhyun's breath gets caught in his throat when Chanyeol moves him, arranging their bodies until they're fitting against each other. Now he can drag his cock against Baekhyun's, and the older boy cries out when it happens. The sound shoots straight to Chanyeol's groin, burning the nerves on his body. His hips stutter, losing their rhythm, and he hides his face in the crook of Baekhyun's neck, biting in the same place as the previous night, the same place he kissed before. This time he draws blood, and Baekhyun chokes on the bittersweet combination of pain and pleasure, both shooting under his skin like a drug, running inside his veins until everything is collapsing inside him and he’s coming with Chanyeol.

They lie there, panting heavily, both still dumbfounded and confused about what has happened.
Chanyeol's hair is all swept on the right side in the most adorable, sweaty bedhead, and Baekhyun reaches out with hesitant fingers to flatten it on his head. At his touch though, Chanyeol's body tenses tight in shock. The pet scrambles out of the bed in no time, tripping in his way towards the bathroom and locking himself inside. He's so quick that the key is already turning inside the lock when Baekhyun realises, with a shiver, that he's been left alone with sheets burn on his back and thighs.

He sighs, and rolls in the bed to catch Chanyeol's scent, still marred by the heavy tinge of fresh sex. The spot next to his body still maintains the heat of Chanyeol's unnaturally hot body.

"Still a long way to go," he thinks, before getting up to make breakfast for the both of them.

It's been a week and Chanyeol still doesn't talk, nor he's let Baekhyun touch him outside their quick sex escapades. He wants to, Baekhyun can feel it in the raw need that taints Chanyeol's eyes every time they grace his owner's fingers with a quick glance. He wants, but he can't bring himself to ask, or even to give a positive answer when Baekhyun so graciously offers.

It could've been simpler if Baekhyun wasn't Chanyeol's owner. As a trainer, he's broken the diffidence of so many other pets in the past. It's his job to do so. But Chanyeol is different, Chanyeol is here to stay. For him, Baekhyun won't be a lonely figure at the back of his mind, someone that handled him for a week and then gave him back to better or worse people. That's why Baekhyun is keeping the underhanded, dirty trainer tricks for his job and giving Chanyeol time to get adjusted to his new home.

That's why, this time too, his hand barely graces the soft skin of Chanyeol's balls, eliciting a long, drawn out shiver from the other boy. He skips past Chanyeol's crotch and stomach, past his chest and his neck, past his face and his bare teeth and the vicious curl of his lips and the dangerous vibration of his throat. He knows that Chanyeol is still afraid of him, that Chanyeol needs to feel in control for this to work. That’s why Baekhyun just caresses Chanyeol's hair, dragging him closer.
The boy’s dog ears twitch as he accepts Baekhyun's surrender, his silent, calm acceptance of whatever Chanyeol will choose to do.

They've never gone past anything else that isn't Chanyeol messily thrusting against Baekhyun until he finds his own release, but Baekhyun has started to see the first bloom of change. The way Chanyeol relaxes after he comes, sometimes even choosing to stay in Baekhyun's arms and cuddle against his chest instead of rolling away to hide against the covers. The way Chanyeol doesn't fight the touch on his hair and ears, even if he still refuses Baekhyun's fingers everywhere else. And sometimes, only sometimes, Baekhyun has the distinct impression that he could even try to hug the other boy as his body shakes from pleasure and adrenaline, and Chanyeol would let him.

He doesn't think, this time, that Chanyeol could think of his gesture as an aggression, he doesn't think this could ruin things between them, after all the time he's spent building some kind of weak, barely there mutual trust. Baekhyun just feels. Chanyeol's body is hot, it smells like sweat and Baekhyun's favourite body soap. The perspiration between them is not enough to create an easy glide, and Chanyeol struggles with the thrusts, hissing annoyed at the pain of rubbing himself raw against Baekhyun.

“Chanyeol,” pants Baekhyun, struggling to find his words in the haze of pleasure. “Chanyeol!” he repeats again, after he fails to make himself heard for the first time. Chanyeol shakes his head in a cute gesture of annoyance, clearly not happy at being interrupted while he’s striking towards his own orgasm.

Baekhyun doesn’t give up. “Chanyeol,” he repeats again for the third time, and this time he pushes back against the body above his with all his strength. It takes Chanyeol by surprise. In the last few days, Baekhyun has always left him do whatever he wanted, but this time he can’t do it. There’s something he wants to try.

He topples Chanyeol over with a powerful shove, using his legs as a lever, and climbs all over him. As he expected, when Chanyeol realises their positions have been reversed, he doesn’t take it well. His long legs start to kick, trying to dismount Baekhyun and make him fall from the bed, but the boy has already settled over them. Before Chanyeol can do anything, he lowers his head and takes the tip of Chanyeol’s cock in his mouth, tasting it with his tongue.

Chanyeol is big, and thick, and scared. It’s probably the first time someone is doing this to him, because he stills for a long, tense moment, and then bucks so hard Baekhyun almost really falls over the bed. He doesn’t, though, because Chanyeol’s hand comes to hold him up, pulling him until his head is in front of Chanyeol’s leaking cock. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are pleading.

Baekhyun takes his time, licking the head and dragging his nails along the length, making Chanyeol shake and whine at the back of his throat. His boy is so loud, he thinks, as he takes the tip back in his mouth and Chanyeol wails, hips trying to trash into Baekhyun’s mouth while elegant fingers keep them still.

It’s difficult for Baekhyun, because Chanyeol is so big. Bigger than Jongdae, bigger than Zitao, bigger than Heechul-hyung, bigger than everyone else he’s ever fooled around with. He fills Baekhyun’s mouth, easily reaching the back of his throat and making tears pool in his eyes in his pitiful attempt at not choking on dick. SM luxury collection, thinks Baekhyun at his third try, as he finally manages to fit Chanyeol’s impressive girth in his mouth. It’s nice, though, to have Chanyeol come apart because of him.

He hollows his cheeks and sucks, and Chanyeol whimpers, so low, so broken. Baekhyun would smirk if he could, but he’s so full of Chanyeol that even leering has become a difficult feat. He eases Chanyeol’s erection out of his mouth with a filthy wet sound to take a breath, and Chanyeol bites his lips.

“Are those tears, Chanyeol?” he teases, and receives a growl in response. “Did you like it that much, right?”

Chanyeol nods defiantly, and nudges Baekhyun’s cheek with his cock, a clearly invitation to continue where he left off.

“I’m going to let go of your hips, Chanyeol,” whispers Baekhyun in his best bedroom voice, the low and velvety one, “but you’ll have to be a nice, right? I know you’ve never done this before, but you have to be careful, Chanyeol. Not too rough, ok?”

He nods, and Baekhyun smiles at him and dives on his erection again, and this time Chanyeol is free to thrust up, right into his throat. Baekhyun feels the sting of tears, wonders how raw will he be tomorrow, but he doesn’t care, because now Chanyeol has a hand on his head, pulling on his hair, dictating the pace. He’d like to cheer up on him, tell him how much of a good boy he is, how much Baekhyun is enjoying this, in the most guilty way, with his cock mindlessly humping the sheets in a quest for his own orgasm, how much Baekhyun would like Chanyeol to do this to him, how much he’d like to go on all fours and let Chanyeol take control.

The boy growls and grips Baekhyun’s hair tighter. He rasps something, something raw and unintelligible, talks with a voice that hasn’t been used in months. Baekhyun looks at him, from under his lowered lashes, urges him to repeat, and Chanyeol swallows, coughs, “Please,” he begs, “please.” And Baekhyun takes him even deeper, swallows around his cock, once, twice, until Chanyeol comes in his mouth. He lets himself be held still as Chanyeol rides the wave of his own orgasm, still moving Baekhyun like a doll, up and down on his flesh, until he’s too oversensitive to stand it.

Chanyeol collapses on Baekhyun and before he can react the hybrid is kissing his neck, lips caressing the shadow of an old, fading bite and palming Baekhyun’s erection with curious fingers. Baekhyun is too tired to do anything, and he aches, he wants to come so badly. Chanyeol noses at his throat, cheek, ears, right where the hairline begins, and he jerks Baekhyun fast and hard.

Baekhyun lets himself go, comes in his pyjama pants like an overexcited kid. The best thing, he thinks, still lost on his post orgasmic bliss, is the look of unadulterated, smug satisfaction in Chanyeol’s face. He looks so pleased with himself, so proud, so dumb, with his face red and his hair drenched in sweat and his mouth red from all the times he bit onto it trying to keep down his cries.

Baekhyun wants to kiss him, in this glorious, perfect moment, he wants to give it to Chanyeol, that kiss he’s preserving for a special moment. Maybe this is their special moment, he thinks. But he falls asleep too fast and he misses the hybrid wrapping himself all over his new master and the soft, simple whisper of “Thank you” that Chanyeol lets out before closing his eyes as well.

Baekhyun wakes up to the faint sound of two annoyed voices. He basks in the cocoon of warmth his and Chanyeol's bodies have created under the covers and try to make the best of this free morning by going back to sleep. The screams don't let him, though, their volume growing in intensity and drumming their way inside Baekhyun's stunned brain.

He sighs, when he recognises Jongdae' s trademark outrage hiss, and outright groans when Chanyeol barks. So much for a peaceful coexistence, he thinks, hearing the first crash. Lucky for him, he has an insurance policy against Jongdae's mood swings. He rolls out of bed and stands on heavy legs, dragging his feet to the living room, where a wary Chanyeol is keeping away with a broom the most belligerent Jongdae Baekhyun has ever seen since the cat hybrid has known Sehun. The two boys, dog and cat, turn towards him, Chanyeol with a betrayed expression and Jongdae with a murderous one.

"Byun Baekhyun, what the hell does this mean?" asks the latter.

Baekhyun sighs. "I can explain."

"Explain? EXPLAIN? Would you like to tell me what this," he points his finger to Chanyeol, who's now turned to nurse an angry red scratch on his forearm, and struggles to find a word insulting enough to define him, "thing is doing in my living room?"

Chanyeol growls, but Baekhyun shushes him. "He's not a thing, he's Chanyeol, your new flatmate."

"Flatmate?" Jongdae hisses, his striped orange tail moving furiously as if to stab Chanyeol on the spot. "If you think I'll agree to share my vital space with this disgrace here, well, you're deadly wrong."

Baekhyun crosses his arms. "You know the door," he says in the end, "because unless you haven't noticed your vital space is my guest room, and look, I happen to need a room for my new guest... It's such a lucky combination that you're leaving one free."

Jongdae pales. "Free? There must be a misunderstanding. You wouldn't really choose that bunch of fleas over me, right? Right, master?" He tries the puppy eyes, and Baekhyun scoffs. He doesn't even remember the last time Jongdae called him master. Probably never.

The cat hybrid realises his gross mistake and changes his tactic. "And anyway why would you need a room for, what was his name? Well, it doesn't matter… From what I can smell he's too busy experimenting with you at night to sleep in his own room."

"Jongdae, what have I told you about being obnoxious?"

"That it's my best feature and it makes me look sexy?" he asks, with a flirty smile, wrapping his tail around Baekhyun's thigh and kissing him on the lips. It's chaste, but Chanyeol growls louder and takes a defensive stance, almost as if he was preparing to bounce. Jongdae just waves him a playful bye bye with a malicious wink, before trotting towards his room.

"Wait, Jongdae," Baekhyun's voice calls him before he can disappear in his lair of darkness, "aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.

The cat pretends to think about it. "No, I'd say no. Absolutely not," he smiles, but Baekhyun just frowns at him.

"You must apologise to Chanyeol," he says, and this time it's Baekhyun who's smiling and Jongdae who's frowning. "His arm," continues the trainer, "that's not how you treat your future best friend."

Jongdae makes an insulted sound, more or less similar to the one who makes when he's spitting hairballs, and shuts the door behind himself.

Baekhyun turns to Chanyeol and gestures towards the bathroom. “Come on,” he says, “Let’s get that wound sterilised. We don’t want you to take something from Jongdae, like rabies or his painful attitude.”

A hiss behind closed doors informs them that Jongdae has heard, and Chanyeol forgets to scowl for a moment to laugh at the other boy.

“It’s nice,” comments Baekhyun, taking a first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet and motions Chanyeol to get closer, “your laugh.”

Chanyeol doesn’t answer, he only cries out in pain and tries to take his arm back when Baekhyun pours a generous amount of disinfectant on the bleeding scratch. Baekhyun holds him still with unexpected force and a warning glare. Chanyeol stays, only occasionally whimpering.

“Done! Give it three days and you’ll be as new,” he says, patting Chanyeol’s head. He gives a playful tug on the ear that makes Chanyeol scrunch his nose, then stop, as if struck. “You,” he mutters, looking at Chanyeol, who stares back as much as dumbfounded, “you haven’t snarled at me today. Not even once, not even when I touched your ears…”

Chanyeol seems to realise as well, and he quickly shows his teeth, ready to redeem himself from the crime of having socialised with the enemy, but Baekhyun is not having anything of it. “Don’t you dare,” he says, “or you’ll sleep with Jongdae tonight.”

“Don’t YOU dare, Baekhyun, listen to me, I’m not sleeping with your bitch dog, do you hear me?” comes Jongdae’s voice from the other room.

“Jongdae-yah! What did we tell about eavesdropping again? Mind your own business!”

Jongdae yells something unrepeatable back and Baekhyun punches the world in retaliation, hoping to somehow bother the boy on the other side of it. “See? That’s why I had to clean the wound. I really hope you’re not getting anything from Jongdae. God forbid you become like him,” he complains. “But then, back to you. Wow, I can finally see some progress. Now if only you’d talk to me…”

Chanyeol shakes his head, stubborn and pouty.

“Why not? Come on, it’s not like I’m asking you the world…”

Chanyeol’s ear flatten on his head, disappearing in his messy hair.

“I know you can talk,” insists Baekhyun, “you said something, right? Yesterday, while we were…”
Chanyeol reddens and Baekhyun can’t help but blush too. The mere memory of Chanyeol’s body pulled taut and ready to snap under his own, the weight of his cock in his mouth, is enough to make him feel flustered. He doesn’t know what Chanyeol saw in him the previous night, but whatever it was it’s making him flushed too.

“You talked, right? You…” More like he begged, and now he looks like he deeply regrets it. “You can talk to me, Chanyeol, and nothing bad will happen. I’m not that kind of master. You saw how Jongdae is, right? I can assure you, I didn’t take you home because I wanted a dog, and a sex pet on top of that. I’m not that kind of person…”

Chanyeol makes a taunting sound on the back of his throat. Is that so? he seems to ask. Baekhyun doesn’t know what to answer to that mocking expression. He doesn’t just want to keep Chanyeol. Mostly, he wants Chanyeol to keep him.

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that face… You needed it, okay? And you deserved it. I understand that, as a dog hybrid, you have some urges, and I’m willing to help you take care of it as your new owner, but that’s it. Nothing else. I’m not interested in having you leashed all the time, unless you happen to like it. We could work on it if you like it, wow, bondage… But I swear, believe me, I just want to be your friend for now…”

Chanyeol looks at him with his head cocked on a side, still unconvinced. Silence looms heavily around them. It’s only when Baekhyun gives up and decides you go back of the kitchen and have some scrambled eggs and coffee for breakfast, western style because he feels like breaking his own rules today, that Chanyeol stops him with a hand on his wrist.

“Do you not want me?” he asks simply. And, he’s talking, Chanyeol is talking, to Baekhyun, and his voice is raw and tentative. The question surprises him, though. It seems so pointless and stupid. Where was Chanyeol every time his mere touch set Baekhyun’s senses aflame? Where was Chanyeol every time Baekhyun couldn’t hold his orgasm back and came at the back and call of Chanyeol’s needy moans? Where is Chanyeol now, as even the touch of his new property, as Chanyeol is legally referred, makes Baekhyun want nothing more than being the one who’s owned and marked and held forever?

Baekhyun has wanted Chanyeol since the first moment he’s seen him. Look around, Chanyeol, do you see sign of the presence of any other pet in this house? Well, there’s always Jongdae, but Jongdae is… different. Baekhyun has never brought anyone else home. And he craves nothing more than Chanyeol to want him, so even if he’s jumping and flailing around in joy because Chanyeol talked to him, the other boy finally decided to ask him something, he can’t help but be perplexed by Chanyeol’s sudden question.

“I do want you,” he answers, as if it’s the simplest question in the world. I do want you, so much.

Chanyeol shakes his head, and the hair bounces on his head as he does it. He leaves the room without saying anything else, deep in thoughts, and Baekhyun is left alone to worry about the kind of doubts that crowd Chanyeol’s mind.

It’s not easy, but it’s a start. Chanyeol doesn’t really talk, nor he answers Baekhyun’s questions when asked, but he says things, sometimes. Often when they’re in bed, only him and Baekhyun, especially if Jongdae is somewhere else, out seducing Chanyeol’s former owner just to take her away from Sehun or doing other nonsensical Jongdae things.

They’ve been talking, Chanyeol and Jongdae. Baekhyun knows they have been, even if Jongdae has prudently decided to keep his mouth shut whenever his owner tried to extort him some information. Baekhyun can only imagine what they chat about. Judging from his history, Chanyeol must be quite wary of his new situation. After being treated like a little more than an animal all his life, seeing the relationship between his new owner and Jongdae, the way the house cat defies his owner every three seconds, must be extremely disconcerting for him.

But still, Baekhyun can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the notion that Chanyeol prefers to put his trust in Jongdae than in him.

Chanyeol nudges him with his nose, urging him to move on his back. The sheets rustle as Baekhyun, instead of complying, burrows himself in the cover and hides his pout in the pillow.

“What?” asks Chanyeol, frowning. He’s not very good at expressing himself yet, only uses impaired sentences, stumps of questions that Baekhyun has learnt to translate in full articulate ones.
“Nothing,” he answers, hoping that beating Chanyeol at his own vague game will make him back off, but Chanyeol is stubborn, painfully so. He burrows his cold, sniffing nose in Baekhyun’s neck and tickles him with his tongue, sucking marks in the pale skin. Baekhyun tries to hold back, he really does, but he can’t help the needy whimper that escapes his lips. Chanyeol exploits his little moment of distress to pull Baekhyun away from the pillow and turn him on his stomach. He then looks at him, looking proud of his work.

“Aren’t you becoming a little too good at this?” whines Baekhyun. “Where’s the scaredy-cat that didn’t know where to put his hands the first day?”

Chanyeol’s eyes darken, in shame or chagrin at having been reminded of his earlier mistakes. “Not scared. Jongdae is the scaredy-cat.”

“Careful not to let him hear you, you don’t want to have the demon cat on your tail,” he laughs, but Chanyeol seems bothered by the mention of Jongdae’s name.

“The cat. He’s…” he struggles with a vocabulary he hasn’t used in ages, with verbs, tenses, figures of speech. Baekhyun has been through this with so many pets, trapped in the labyrinth of a language they were forced to forget in order to fit a new role. He patiently waits for Chanyeol to dig into his memory until he finds the lost thread.

“Good,” he finishes Chanyeol, rolling every syllable in his mouth carefully. “He’s good, but I’m not. That day, the first day. I just didn’t. I couldn’t.” He bites his lips, but Baekhyun understands. He was too tense, too driven to the edge of desperation those first days. He could barely think straight. But he’s getting better, oh, he’s getting really good. After all this is what he’s been trained for.

It annoys Baekhyun, to think that someone trained Chanyeol to be this good. Baekhyun is not a sex trainer, but he’s seen them at work. He knows what Chanyeol was made into. A hand-tailored mount dog for some elegant, rich middle-aged woman. And now he’s all Baekhyun’s. Oh, the things he could ask him to do…

“I’m good now.” I’m ready, it’s what he wants to say. I can do my job well.

Chanyeol’s eyes are honest, eager even, but he’s still thinking like a pet, like he’s been taught to, and Baekhyun doesn’t like it.

“How can I please you, master?”

“Please don’t call me master,” he answers.

Chanyeol trembles, shakes his head like a stubborn child, and Baekhyun doesn’t know how to make him understand that his rejection is not because of Chanyeol, but because Baekhyun can’t do this. He swore it, the day he left his job at SM, Jongin’s fingers tightly grasped in his own. That’s why he doesn’t have any other pets. That’s why he works in a rehabilitation centre for violent hybrids who have lost themselves. And Chanyeol may be Baekhyun’s now, but he’s just like them.

“I don’t understand,” he says, and Baekhyun is afraid it’ll come out as angry and biting, but Chanyeol just looks so lost and betrayed, as he leaves the bed to close himself, once again, in the bathroom. He’ll only get out tomorrow. He’ll be wary, once again. Baekhyun sighs on the pillow.

For every step forward, they must take two backwards. But it’s alright for Baekhyun. Chanyeol is broken, confused, angry and needy at the same time, but he’s getting better.

The kettle starts to whistle angrily just as the door of the bathroom opens, creaking in a timid manner. Baekhyun doesn’t turn to see Chanyeol standing awkwardly in the middle of the corridor, debating over whether he should approach his master or not. He doesn’t have to wait for long, because before he’s done taking two cups from the cabinet, Chanyeol has padded barefoot inside the kitchen, taking his favourite spot behind the fridge.

Baekhyun takes the chamomile tea, good for stomachache, anxiety and mild insomnia, and handles it to Chanyeol, letting the boy smell it. Chanyeol scrunches his nose but begrudgingly deems the smell as not too bad, therefore Baekhyun can proceed to make the tea.

They wait for it to cool down, sitting at the kitchen, the constant ticking of the clock the only sound in the room until they decide to speak.

Chanyeol has that look, in his face. The stubborn, cornered look that made Baekhyun fall in love with him and bring him home. The look that means he doesn’t understand and he’s angry, so angry, about it.

“What are you?” he asks, looking at Baekhyun as he’s the greatest mystery in his life. Baekhyun was expecting the question. He’s been waiting for it since day one.

“I am a trainer,” he answers, “a pet trainer.”

“Will you train me to give you my paw?”

Baekhyun snorts. “Sorry, not that kind of trainer.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darken, his whole posture now tense and defensive. “Will you train me to give you pleasure?”

Baekhyun chokes a laugh. “I think you’re more than able to give me pleasure even without additional lessons, by now. Didn’t you tell me before? That you were good now?” he mocks, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, but Chanyeol doesn’t take the bait.

“What will you train me for then?”

“I have no intention to train you, Chanyeol. I don’t think I can. I don’t want you to see me as your trainer for the rest of your life. But as you are it’ll be very difficult for me to keep you, and I don’t want to send you to another training centre. Honestly, I’m a bit possessive,” he sends Chanyeol an apologetic look. “That’s why I’ll have to teach you how to behave.”

“You’re not gonna train me, but you’re gonna train me.”

“The semantics are a bit different” he tries.

“Sem- Wait, I don’t get it.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“No, I don’t. What will you teach me, then?”

Baekhyun thinks about it, trying to choose his words carefully to not exasperate Chanyeol further. “I will teach you how to keep your animal behaviours under control. You may behave like a dog, you may even have dog features, but you aren’t one. And we’ll also work on your aggressiveness.”

“So that I’ll be more docile, for when you’ll sell me again?”

“So that you’ll be able to have human social interactions and engage in normal human activities. Like, you know, find yourself a job.”

Chanyeol almost spits the tea he’s sipping, and he definitely spills some drops on the white table. “You want me to work for you? Am I your slave?”

At this point Baekhyun has already lost hope in this conversation. It’s difficult to talk with someone so intent in misinterpreting all your words, but he sighs and answers anyway. “I want you to find a job to be able to buy anything you want without having to ask for me. To be, you know, more independent.”

“You want to kick me out?” Chanyeol is panicking by now. He scrolls Baekhyun, holding onto his shirt like a scared child. He’s the embodiment of a kicked puppy, except Baekhyun didn’t kick him. He merely tried to chat with him. “You bought me, you can’t skip your master responsibilities.”

Baekhyun cards his fingers in Chanyeol’s shirt, smoothing the wrinkles. He holds Chanyeol’s forearm, his touch light and fleeting until he reaches the hands, still tightly grasping Baekhyun’s clothes. He doesn’t try to break the hold, only takes them in his own, hoping to warm Chanyeol’s skin with his body heat.

“Relax, Chanyeol, and breathe,” he singsongs, smiling when he feels the strong inhale of air following his cue. “I’m not kicking you out. You can stay as much as you want, but I highly doubt that staying all day coped up here and waiting for my return would do you any good. I have this impression you’re quite… clingy.”

“I’m not clingy,” he blushes, pouts, scoff and reluctantly lets go of the hem of Baekhyun’s shirt to show him that he’s not clingy, not in the slightest. Chanyeol is a lanky blob of diffidence and desperate hope, so conflicted, so contradictory. Compared to the first days, Baekhyun feels like he understands him more now, but he’s only at the beginning. He just started to scratch over the surface of Chanyeol’s defences.

“Of course you’re not. You’re a big, brave boy, right?” Chanyeol doesn’t take too well being made fun of and he lets out a warning growl that tears an amused giggle out of Baekhyun. “It could be fun for the first three days. You know, free television, cereals at any hour, possibility to laze in bed for days… But you’d get bored. And anyway, it’s not healthy that you depend on me for everything.”

He doesn’t add that he thinks it would hurt Chanyeol’s pride, because he doesn’t know how much pride Chanyeol has left after that woman treated him like nothing more than a sex doll for weeks. Baekhyun can only thank the gods she was Chanyeol’s first owner, and she had him for less than a month. It’s what happened before, behind the golden doors of the pet company training rooms, that scares him.

Chanyeol scratches his ears, his human ears, while the dog ones twitch nervously. “But I can’t work, I mean. I belong to you, you’re my master. You paid money for me.” He looks at Baekhyun like everything is obvious and Baekhyun is turning his entire world upside down.

“I paid money for Jongdae too, but that doesn’t prevent him from wandering around all day seducing all the mature women he meets. I should’ve had him neutered.”

Chanyeol makes the most horrified face, and Baekhyun bites his lips in anguish. “It’s a joke, Chanyeol, just a joke. I wouldn’t neuter Jongdae. We’re friends. We grew up together. We’re… We’re friends. I help him with his heat, sometimes,” he says, hoping to salvage the situation.

Chanyeol takes a moment to understand the implications of what Baekhyun has said. When he does, his face heats up, but then his eyes cloud up with anger. He snarls, showing his teeth to a mortified Baekhyun, and closes himself inside the bathroom.

Baekhyun slowly collects the two cups of tea, his, almost intact, and Chanyeol’s, which content has been spilled all over the table. He gulps his chamomile tea in a single sip, letting the searing liquid burn his throat and hoping that it’ll keep him warm until he falls, asleep, at least, in a cold, lonely, too big bed. He covers Chanyeol’s tea and leaves him there. The boy will drink it when he gets out of the bathroom, given he gets out of the bathroom. For how things are, Chanyeol could stay locked in there until tomorrow morning.

As he crawl under the covers and tries to fall asleep Baekhyun takes an important mental note to self: when you’re in the middle of trying to approach your beautiful dog hybrid, talking about your sexual escapades with the house cat may not be the right choice.

He's woken up by Chanyeol's cold fingers, the pointy nails light and tentative on his jugular. The hybrid is straddling him, holding Baekhyun down, trapping him between his thighs. The weight on his stomach makes Baekhyun uncomfortable and he squirms, but Chanyeol doesn't budge an inch.

"How," Chanyeol asks, and for the first time since he's started talking again, Baekhyun doesn't understand what he means.

He blinks, trying to express his uncertainty. “What,” he croaks.

"Not master," explains the boy with a tinge of impatience, even more frustrated than Baekhyun at the lack of proper communication, "then how. How should I call you."

Baekhyun stares at Chanyeol's conflicted, waiting face, not quite knowing what to answer.

"Baekhyun," he answers in the end, "only Baekhyun."

Chanyeol says the name under his breath, making it his own, getting acquainted with it. His lips curl around Baekhyun, prolonging it to taste the sounds on his tongue, almost like a spell that’ll gibe him power over the real Baekhyun.

"You said you'd teach me, how to be better," inquires Chanyeol, and Baekhyun has never seen him this chatty, except maybe during their tea tete-a-tete the previous night. He doesn't know whether to consider it a good sign, or not.

"Yes, I can teach you."

"Would you like me more if I'm better? Will I be good for you?"

Oh, oh. That was the problem. He probably thought Baekhyun thought he wasn’t good enough. Silly Chanyeol. Now that he can decipher the hybrid's thoughts, everything comes easier. "Of course," he assures, "I already like you so much. Don't ever doubt it."

Chanyeol's pleased expression could brighten the entire room. "Then teach me, what's first lesson?"

He says, and sitting here, on Baekhyun, his tail wiggling excitedly, he really looks like an overgrown puppy. "What's first lesson, Baekhyun?"

The name fills his mind and heart, warm like honey, promising nice lazy mornings and sloppy kisses. He likes those two syllables in Chanyeol's mouth.

"Oh, Chanyeol," he says, dragging him closer to pet his hair, "don't worry about the first lesson I think you just passed the exam with flying grades."

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