Tat-too [Oh Look! We Match]
Author: exolunatic
Recipient: EVERYONE
Title: Tat-too [Oh Look! We Match]
Word Counts: 3300
Side Pairing(s): Kyungsoo/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): profanities
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Baekhyun was intent on getting a tattoo as he had been since high school, Kai and Kyungsoo, his best friend, tell him about a place that seems a shady, backstreet and a little bit illegal for Baekhyun. He wanted an incredible tattoo but he got a little more than he bargained for... 6 feet of incredible sex god.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who helped with this. To the recipient, I hope you enjoy and love it ^ ^
TAT-TOO [Oh Look! We Match]
Baekhyun already regretted his decision. Maybe he should have thought twice before defying his mother’s word (she didn’t seem very happy from across the phone) and still making his way to possibly the shadiest tattoo parlour in the entirety of Seoul. He justified that he was at least old enough to get a tattoo and responsible enough as he lived on his own.
His best friend Kyungsoo and his boyfriend, Kai had promised that this place wasn’t nearly as dingy or depressing as it looked. Baekhyun sighed for the umpteenth time- maybe Kyungsoo was getting him back for the time he forced him and Kris together at an office party- Kyungsoo hated Kris’s height.
But he had to assume Kyungsoo and Kai were working in his best interests. After all, two days ago, he was the one who brought it up...
“Hey Kyung!” Baekhyun called and the slightly shorter male walked into the office, leaning against the doorframe casually;
“Hey Baek, what do you want?” he said, looking at him with pretty doe eyes.
“I was wondering, Kai is like an arts major right?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed “Yeah, and?”
“Don’t get so defensive, I don’t want your boy-toy” Baekhyun sing-songed with a grin and Kyungsoo’s face flushed;
“Oh my god! He is not my boy-“
The only thing that stopped his rage and soothed him was the arms of his boyfriend, Kai, looping around his waist, head dropping onto Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“What are you guys arguing about?” he smiled at Baekhyun and the other grinned back,
“Well, I want to get a tattoo and I’m feeling spontaneous- you look like you’d know a good place I could go?” Baekhyun asked, hopefully.
Kai looked thoughtful for a moment before his eyes lit up in sudden epiphany “I know the perfect place!” he gushed, moving quickly to grab a sheet of paper and pen, jotting the address down swiftly. “He’s my friend, I swear he’s like the nicest guy ever- and he’s a crazy artist, we met in art school anyway, I’m sure you’d like it”
Baekhyun nodded “I’ll give it a try, thanks Kai”
And that’s why Baekhyun was sitting here currently waiting.
Outside, the sky was already darkening, bulky clouds looming overhead and rain drizzling slightly down the window pane. The streets in the thin alley way were lined with rickety wooden porches which did not help in keeping anyone dry and looked as if they would blow away in a gust of wind. The smoke lay thick in the air, the haze of the neon light flashing Phoenix through the mist was barely gaugeable but Baekhyun finally made it.
Ruffling his (newly dyed) black hair, Baekhyun leaned back in the waiting chair. The door had been open when he arrived and he wondered which sane person would leave their door open in weather like this. Maybe they just forgot. If Baekhyun was to be completely honest with himself, he didn’t know what to expect- maybe some greasy old man, or maybe some tattoo clad woman- but all he knew was he was genuinely scared and maybe a little, tiny bit excited.
In his head, he recited the exact details of the tattoo he wanted. He wanted a scorpion, along the side of his body, its tail curling into the small of his back and dipping a little further down. He wanted the pincer-claws to be splayed across his ribcage and the entire creature to be clad in a black ink shell.
He had made sure to wear something that would be easy to pull up, he didn’t want all that awkward hassle he knew he was capable of creating, so he had settled for a simple tee with a zombie on it and some skinny jeans, opting for no coat as the sun had been shining when he had left, only, it wasn’t anymore.
Pulling out his phone, Baekhyun tried to pass the time by playing Temple Run only to find himself distracted with the tattoo designs on the wall. Whoever this was- greasy old man or tattoo clad woman- they were incredibly talented. He stood up, pocketing his phone, and walked over to an extravagant design of a phoenix, standing proud with its wing’s splayed open, bearing all to the world with its chest puffed and every feather lined with intricate detail.
“Do you like it?” The low voice caused Baekhyun to jump in shock and he spun around, to be face-to-face with a baby-faced giant, who he instantly assumed was another customer.
“Um... it’s great.” Baekhyun mumbled feeling his face heat because damn, this man was incredibly hot. The taller male smiled at the picture on the wall;
“I drew that a few years ago, I’m pretty proud of it” He then turned to grin at Baekhyun “Hi, I’m Park Chanyeol; I’ll be doing your tattoo today”
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes raked the taller boy, practically salivating at his tight skinny jeans and his tank top, which had Baekhyun mentally undressing him.
Chanyeol had fiery red hair, tall as the Eiffel Tower with a cute babyish face, big brown orbs staring down towards him like a puppy. His long legs were clad in tight skinny jeans (the designer kind) and left little to the imagination- especially Baekhyun’s. The top half of his body was covered in a thin, black tank-top which showed off his strong arm muscles and made Baekhyun bite into his lower lip to stop himself from launching himself at the sex god in front of him. Chanyeol stretched his arms above his head, his shirt riding up and Baekhyun gulped down hard as the edges of a toned body peeked from under the shirt.
“Y-you?” Baekhyun stuttered, feeling his throat completely dry up as the other boy walked away towards a back room.
Chanyeol smiled back at him, “Yeah, is that okay?”
Dammit, it’s fine. You’re fine, Baekhyun felt like saying but he settled for a weak nod instead, trying to steady his breathing.
Unsure of what to do while Chanyeol had disappeared into the back, Baekhyun took the opportunity to look around some more, all the art was done by Chanyeol, the same signature as the phoenix graced the others, long looped letters the only ones distinguishable were the C and L and Baekhyun couldn’t help but reach out to trace the letters.
“Are you interested in art?” he couldn’t help but think Chanyeol’s voice was slightly teasing but the eyes were as soft as before and Baekhyun held back a moan of want at the way Chanyeol’s eyes raked over his body.
“I’m interested in you” The words slipped past Baekhyun’s lips before he even had an opportunity to scold himself and Chanyeol’s eyebrows flew upwards, causing the smaller to flush red and cover his face in his hands, his embarrassment worsening when Chanyeol’s face split into a grin.
Wanting to save Baekhyun from further embarrassment, Chanyeol spoke again “So, everything’s ready, where do you want your tattoo to be?”
Recovering from his trauma, Baekhyun managed a weak smile “On my side- it’s sort of complicated”
Chanyeol gave a reassuring smile “Believe me, I’ve done some crazy art” he paused, listening while Baekhyun explained in heavy detail, before replying “I’m going to need you take your shirt off for now, if that’s okay?”
Baekhyun nodded but felt eyes slip over his frame as he tugged the graphic-tee over his head shivering slightly as the cold wind brushed against his upper half.
“And if you could just pull your pants down a bit so I can get to your hip, babe” Chanyeol smiled as if he totally couldn’t see the blush crawling up Baekhyun’s face at the adorable pet name.
Lying on his stomach, Baekhyun tried not to let the stampede inside him overwhelm the decision he had made, but he didn’t expect his mouth to override his brain;
“Do you have any other interests, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun swallowed hard as he felt the tip of the needle press against his hipbone and Chanyeol hummed, deep and low in his throat making something stir down in Baekhyun’s half undone pants.
“L-like what?” Baekhyun managed, voice cracking and Chanyeol chuckled, dipping the needle into the crook of Baekhyun’s hip and making the smaller squeak with embarrassment, arching his back in anticipation for the next strike of the needle.
“Like you” Chanyeol carried on tracing patterns on the smaller’s back without even pausing for air but for some reason, Baekhyun felt ready to trust this tall elf like boy with his life.
As the minutes dragged by and the needle dragged on his skin, stinging but with satisfaction Baekhyun lulled into a sleep, drifting in and out to the patter of storm rain incoming, not sure if he could feel Chanyeol’s eyes skimming over his body.
Chanyeol couldn’t help but look over the stunning beauty that had walked into his shop and literally stole his heart away. How was this possible?
He put his needle down making sure the smaller boy was definitely asleep and sighed out, how unfair was life because he was awkward and Baekhyun was stunning and he possibly wouldn’t be able to control his hands if Baekhyun carried on pouting in his light sleep.
It took a few minutes for Chanyeol to realise he was staring... did he like this boy that much?!
No way.
Well maybe.
He was attractive for sure.
Baekhyun, realising the movement had stopped, woke up groggily, apologies slipping from his lips. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep!”
Chanyeol bit back a laugh at how cute the other looked, hair in a fluffy mess and eyes still squeezed tightly shut “No, no, the tattoo took a long time, its fine, don’t worry”
Baekhyun breathed a sigh of relief; at least Chanyeol wasn’t angry at him for falling asleep. But then he glanced down at his pants or typically what was straining against them, with a wet patch printed clearly onto them and gasped. His eyes shot up to Chanyeol’s.
The other boy was smirking at him. Fucking smirking.
Dammit. He was definitely falling hard for this boy.
And then Chanyeol stood up, circling around the tattoo chair before pressing himself against Baekhyun’s covered tattoo.
“Do you want me like I want you?” he whispered, delicious words rolling off his tongue and making Baekhyun shiver with a needy nod.
Chanyeol chuckled hands cupping Baekhyun’s face and tipping his head back.
“Mm, Baekhyun you didn’t answer me babe” All Chanyeol received was a moan, desperate and clean cut, begging for the taller boy.
Never in his wildest dreams did Baekhyun ever imagine doing this, but it was so worth it, he was sure.
“Do you want me like I want you Baekhyun?” Chanyeol curled his hand into a fist around Baekhyun’s clothed cock causing the other to thrust up into his hand.
“I do! I do!” Baekhyun cried out, tears already fledging on the corner of his eyes.
Chanyeol held back his want and cupped Baekhyun’s face in his hands “You’re so beautiful” and he dropped his lips to others, moulding together, Chanyeol’s tongue slicking along the seams of Baekhyun’s lips.
Baekhyun moaned softly into Chanyeol’s mouth, pressing a little harder against the other, fingers threading through and deepening the kiss despite the need for oxygen that the pounding in his head signified.
Chanyeol pulled away, his cock imprinting against his jeans, hard and weeping a little to create a small stain. Pink flushed the taller’s face, how could he get so turned on with one simple kiss?
And then it was Baekhyun’s turn to giggle behind his hand “You’re hard.” He quipped in a sort of hazy laugh and Chanyeol nearly laughed too before choking as Baekhyun began to unzip his pants.
“Let me help, yeah?” Baekhyun smiled, dropping to his knees, despite the sting of the tattoo marking, hand pumping along the length of the taller boy, nails tracing the veins under the mushroom head and Chanyeol’s knees trembled.
“Baekhyun wai-“ But there was no stopping the lust in Baekhyun’s eyes, as he leaned forward, lips wrapping around the thick cock and sucking hard, tongue flicking against the head, before bobbing up and down, twisting around the base where his mouth couldn’t cover due to the girth and length of the other’s cock.
When out of breath, Baekhyun pulled away, glad to see that Chanyeol had leaned against the tattoo chair for support, panting heavily, one hand covering his eyes in an attempt to control himself.
Realising that Baekhyun had stopped the sinful torture with his tongue, Chanyeol tugged him up.
“I swear I don’t do this all the time, but I just can’t help it” he dipped his head once more pressing a tender kiss to Baekhyun’s lips, causing the other to break out in a grin, unable to help himself. “I think I like you”
Baekhyun stood on his tip toes, kissing against parted lips “Yeah, same, I think I might like you”
And one moment, Baekhyun was standing and the next he was laid on his stomach and Chanyeol was tugging his pants down all the way.
“Fuck, Baekhyun...” Chanyeol sighed, staring momentarily “You’re so hot”
“Shut up, stop staring!” Baekhyun growled, cheeks flaming “Just fuck me already”
Chanyeol chuckled “Sure honey, I will soon”
Pulling lube out of a pocket in his discarded jeans, Chanyeol tore it apart with his teeth, the desperation to just fuck that ass returned with vigour, enveloping him as he watched the globes jiggle as Baekhyun rearranged himself.
“Tell me if it hurts” he whispered against Baekhyun’s earlobe, pressing a kiss behind the shorter’s ear causing the boy to shudder, before easing a finger into the tight hole that was Byun Baekhyun.
Baekhyun threw his head back, shuddering as Chanyeol’s finger teased against his prostrate, a light sob leaving his lips, because he didn’t understand just how much he need this.
And the burn of the second finger slamming in caused him to cry out, curling his toes in to the pleasure and the pain and whimpering as he could hear Chanyeol’s pants above him and feel his eyes scanning the dimples and creases of his slim back.
Then, all too suddenly, there was a thicker head pressing against his ass and Baekhyun drew in a breath, body trembling- not from fear but from anticipation- and then Chanyeol slammed inside, breathing heavy and Baekhyun gasped out, grappling against the tattoo chair in desperation as Chanyeol began to slide in and out swiftly, teasing movements quickly becoming a sharp pounding, nailing Baekhyun’s prostrate repeatedly, causing the shorter to cry out every time, body on edge.
In the blink of an eye, Chanyeol was holding him by his waist, fucking him as he stood, the new position, abusing his prostrate infinitely.
“Chanyeol- fuck! Chanyeol- right there!” Baekhyun screamed, nails marking their spot along the taller’s broad back. “Shit, I’m coming!”
“Me too” Chanyeol managed, lips crashing one final time as he emptied inside Baekhyun, the smaller coming on their bare stomach’s, the end leaving them drained enough to slide onto the floor, naked and soaked in their own come.
Realising, that it was now quite late and that they were both lying there naked, Baekhyun coughed softly.
He picked himself up and quickly cleaned himself, arranging his clothes suitably before turning to Chanyeol.
“I should get... going” he started and Chanyeol managed a timid smile, hiding his disappointment;
“Sure, um... I’ll see you around?” Chanyeol asked, hopefully and Baekhyun only managed a smile because he would never have usually done that and he was so unsure of what he had done. He swiftly left, not wanting to see the hurt in Chanyeol’s eyes.
The sting of the rain on the way home was somehow less painful than the pain in his chest
When Baekhyun was gone, Chanyeol cried out in anger “I should have just asked him- fuck Chanyeol!” he growled. He was about to throw himself into a fit of tears when he noticed a card on the floor.
It had Baekhyun’s credentials and the office he worked in, it was an office in the higher end of Seoul. Chanyeol couldn’t understand why he would ever come down here, to this dingy place for a tattoo.
He unconsciously tucked the card away, in his jeans as he cleaned the parlour to leave for home.
Baekhyun couldn’t help but be restless as he spun in his office chair, the tattoo just acted as a reminder of what he lost out on 3 months ago and he wanted to feel the touch of those lips, the trace of those fingers across his body. Once wasn’t enough.
He missed Park Chanyeol.
Kyungsoo was sat in the chair opposite, Kai nowhere in sight. His voice actually sounded concerned.
“Baek, are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head “You’ve been like this for a while now, people are getting worried”
“Like what?” Baekhyun asked dazedly “I’m fine, I’m just an idiot”
“What, why?” Kyungsoo questioned, eyebrow cocking up in confusion.
“I got this stupid tattoo and I could have had something even better” and for the first time in months, Baekhyun looked him dead in the eyes “I fucked up Soo, I lost out on Chanyeol.”
Kyungsoo felt like crying inside, how stupid was Baekhyun? All he had to do was see Chanyeol again, all he had to do was go down to the tattoo parlour, unless...
“You had sex with him” Kyungsoo never meant to sound accusing but it came off that way and Baekhyun bristled;
“I...I...” He started and Kyungsoo stood up;
“That’s why you won’t go and see him!” he screeched “You didn’t even tell me?!”
“I’m sorry Soo; I was so worked up over it!” Baekhyun started, tears slipping down his face “It’s not like it matters, he probably hates me now”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, ever the drama queen Baekhyun. It was a best friend’s duty to sort this out.
Stepping outside the office, he called Kai;
“Hey babe, will you get in touch with Chanyeol, tell him Baekhyun needs him- oh! And to bring something nice.”
There was a moment’s pause while Kai questioned him and Kyungsoo chuckled lightly;
“Of course we’re getting them together”
Baekhyun rocked back in his chair for the trillionth time that day, already angry at looking at the piles of paper.
He heard a knock on his office door and he managed a muffled “come in” through his hands as he mourned in self pity.
“Hi, Byun Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun’s head snapped up at the voice and his throat dried “Chanyeol?” he croaked out
Chanyeol swallowed thickly, the roses he brought were still tightly in his grasp “Just thought I’d drop by... if that’s okay...?”
Baekhyun stood up so fast his chair toppled over “Where the fuck have you been?”
“I-“
“No, don’t answer that” Baekhyun mumbled, pulling Chanyeol down for a deep, meaningful kiss “I missed you”
Chanyeol smiled, kissing Baekhyun’s forehead “Same, I missed you too.”
Baekhyun linked their hands “All I wanted was a tattoo, now I got more than I bargained for” he looked up, completely entranced “I got you”
“I just... wanted you to be with me” Chanyeol managed, cheeks flushed “Please be my boyfriend?”
Baekhyun smiled so wide it looked as if it hurt “I would love to be your boyfriend” he took the roses gently and he placed them in an empty vase in the deserted office.
“I’ll need to get back to work soon, Yeol” Baekhyun started but Chanyeol only smiled;
“I know, me too, my shop has suddenly become more popular thanks to a certain CEO dropping by” he grinned “But... I have something to show you”
Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting.
Chanyeol tugged his shirt up and underneath was an identical tattoo of a scorpion, splayed across his ribcage and spread across his back. “Oh look, we match!” he grinned widely, eyes crinkling in the corners.
Baekhyun burst out laughing; he must really be in love with his stunning, beautiful, sexy boy.
Recipient: EVERYONE
Title: Tat-too [Oh Look! We Match]
Word Counts: 3300
Side Pairing(s): Kyungsoo/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): profanities
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Baekhyun was intent on getting a tattoo as he had been since high school, Kai and Kyungsoo, his best friend, tell him about a place that seems a shady, backstreet and a little bit illegal for Baekhyun. He wanted an incredible tattoo but he got a little more than he bargained for... 6 feet of incredible sex god.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who helped with this. To the recipient, I hope you enjoy and love it ^ ^
TAT-TOO [Oh Look! We Match]
Baekhyun already regretted his decision. Maybe he should have thought twice before defying his mother’s word (she didn’t seem very happy from across the phone) and still making his way to possibly the shadiest tattoo parlour in the entirety of Seoul. He justified that he was at least old enough to get a tattoo and responsible enough as he lived on his own.
His best friend Kyungsoo and his boyfriend, Kai had promised that this place wasn’t nearly as dingy or depressing as it looked. Baekhyun sighed for the umpteenth time- maybe Kyungsoo was getting him back for the time he forced him and Kris together at an office party- Kyungsoo hated Kris’s height.
But he had to assume Kyungsoo and Kai were working in his best interests. After all, two days ago, he was the one who brought it up...
“Hey Kyung!” Baekhyun called and the slightly shorter male walked into the office, leaning against the doorframe casually;
“Hey Baek, what do you want?” he said, looking at him with pretty doe eyes.
“I was wondering, Kai is like an arts major right?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed “Yeah, and?”
“Don’t get so defensive, I don’t want your boy-toy” Baekhyun sing-songed with a grin and Kyungsoo’s face flushed;
“Oh my god! He is not my boy-“
The only thing that stopped his rage and soothed him was the arms of his boyfriend, Kai, looping around his waist, head dropping onto Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“What are you guys arguing about?” he smiled at Baekhyun and the other grinned back,
“Well, I want to get a tattoo and I’m feeling spontaneous- you look like you’d know a good place I could go?” Baekhyun asked, hopefully.
Kai looked thoughtful for a moment before his eyes lit up in sudden epiphany “I know the perfect place!” he gushed, moving quickly to grab a sheet of paper and pen, jotting the address down swiftly. “He’s my friend, I swear he’s like the nicest guy ever- and he’s a crazy artist, we met in art school anyway, I’m sure you’d like it”
Baekhyun nodded “I’ll give it a try, thanks Kai”
And that’s why Baekhyun was sitting here currently waiting.
Outside, the sky was already darkening, bulky clouds looming overhead and rain drizzling slightly down the window pane. The streets in the thin alley way were lined with rickety wooden porches which did not help in keeping anyone dry and looked as if they would blow away in a gust of wind. The smoke lay thick in the air, the haze of the neon light flashing Phoenix through the mist was barely gaugeable but Baekhyun finally made it.
Ruffling his (newly dyed) black hair, Baekhyun leaned back in the waiting chair. The door had been open when he arrived and he wondered which sane person would leave their door open in weather like this. Maybe they just forgot. If Baekhyun was to be completely honest with himself, he didn’t know what to expect- maybe some greasy old man, or maybe some tattoo clad woman- but all he knew was he was genuinely scared and maybe a little, tiny bit excited.
In his head, he recited the exact details of the tattoo he wanted. He wanted a scorpion, along the side of his body, its tail curling into the small of his back and dipping a little further down. He wanted the pincer-claws to be splayed across his ribcage and the entire creature to be clad in a black ink shell.
He had made sure to wear something that would be easy to pull up, he didn’t want all that awkward hassle he knew he was capable of creating, so he had settled for a simple tee with a zombie on it and some skinny jeans, opting for no coat as the sun had been shining when he had left, only, it wasn’t anymore.
Pulling out his phone, Baekhyun tried to pass the time by playing Temple Run only to find himself distracted with the tattoo designs on the wall. Whoever this was- greasy old man or tattoo clad woman- they were incredibly talented. He stood up, pocketing his phone, and walked over to an extravagant design of a phoenix, standing proud with its wing’s splayed open, bearing all to the world with its chest puffed and every feather lined with intricate detail.
“Do you like it?” The low voice caused Baekhyun to jump in shock and he spun around, to be face-to-face with a baby-faced giant, who he instantly assumed was another customer.
“Um... it’s great.” Baekhyun mumbled feeling his face heat because damn, this man was incredibly hot. The taller male smiled at the picture on the wall;
“I drew that a few years ago, I’m pretty proud of it” He then turned to grin at Baekhyun “Hi, I’m Park Chanyeol; I’ll be doing your tattoo today”
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes raked the taller boy, practically salivating at his tight skinny jeans and his tank top, which had Baekhyun mentally undressing him.
Chanyeol had fiery red hair, tall as the Eiffel Tower with a cute babyish face, big brown orbs staring down towards him like a puppy. His long legs were clad in tight skinny jeans (the designer kind) and left little to the imagination- especially Baekhyun’s. The top half of his body was covered in a thin, black tank-top which showed off his strong arm muscles and made Baekhyun bite into his lower lip to stop himself from launching himself at the sex god in front of him. Chanyeol stretched his arms above his head, his shirt riding up and Baekhyun gulped down hard as the edges of a toned body peeked from under the shirt.
“Y-you?” Baekhyun stuttered, feeling his throat completely dry up as the other boy walked away towards a back room.
Chanyeol smiled back at him, “Yeah, is that okay?”
Dammit, it’s fine. You’re fine, Baekhyun felt like saying but he settled for a weak nod instead, trying to steady his breathing.
Unsure of what to do while Chanyeol had disappeared into the back, Baekhyun took the opportunity to look around some more, all the art was done by Chanyeol, the same signature as the phoenix graced the others, long looped letters the only ones distinguishable were the C and L and Baekhyun couldn’t help but reach out to trace the letters.
“Are you interested in art?” he couldn’t help but think Chanyeol’s voice was slightly teasing but the eyes were as soft as before and Baekhyun held back a moan of want at the way Chanyeol’s eyes raked over his body.
“I’m interested in you” The words slipped past Baekhyun’s lips before he even had an opportunity to scold himself and Chanyeol’s eyebrows flew upwards, causing the smaller to flush red and cover his face in his hands, his embarrassment worsening when Chanyeol’s face split into a grin.
Wanting to save Baekhyun from further embarrassment, Chanyeol spoke again “So, everything’s ready, where do you want your tattoo to be?”
Recovering from his trauma, Baekhyun managed a weak smile “On my side- it’s sort of complicated”
Chanyeol gave a reassuring smile “Believe me, I’ve done some crazy art” he paused, listening while Baekhyun explained in heavy detail, before replying “I’m going to need you take your shirt off for now, if that’s okay?”
Baekhyun nodded but felt eyes slip over his frame as he tugged the graphic-tee over his head shivering slightly as the cold wind brushed against his upper half.
“And if you could just pull your pants down a bit so I can get to your hip, babe” Chanyeol smiled as if he totally couldn’t see the blush crawling up Baekhyun’s face at the adorable pet name.
Lying on his stomach, Baekhyun tried not to let the stampede inside him overwhelm the decision he had made, but he didn’t expect his mouth to override his brain;
“Do you have any other interests, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun swallowed hard as he felt the tip of the needle press against his hipbone and Chanyeol hummed, deep and low in his throat making something stir down in Baekhyun’s half undone pants.
“L-like what?” Baekhyun managed, voice cracking and Chanyeol chuckled, dipping the needle into the crook of Baekhyun’s hip and making the smaller squeak with embarrassment, arching his back in anticipation for the next strike of the needle.
“Like you” Chanyeol carried on tracing patterns on the smaller’s back without even pausing for air but for some reason, Baekhyun felt ready to trust this tall elf like boy with his life.
As the minutes dragged by and the needle dragged on his skin, stinging but with satisfaction Baekhyun lulled into a sleep, drifting in and out to the patter of storm rain incoming, not sure if he could feel Chanyeol’s eyes skimming over his body.
Chanyeol couldn’t help but look over the stunning beauty that had walked into his shop and literally stole his heart away. How was this possible?
He put his needle down making sure the smaller boy was definitely asleep and sighed out, how unfair was life because he was awkward and Baekhyun was stunning and he possibly wouldn’t be able to control his hands if Baekhyun carried on pouting in his light sleep.
It took a few minutes for Chanyeol to realise he was staring... did he like this boy that much?!
No way.
Well maybe.
He was attractive for sure.
Baekhyun, realising the movement had stopped, woke up groggily, apologies slipping from his lips. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep!”
Chanyeol bit back a laugh at how cute the other looked, hair in a fluffy mess and eyes still squeezed tightly shut “No, no, the tattoo took a long time, its fine, don’t worry”
Baekhyun breathed a sigh of relief; at least Chanyeol wasn’t angry at him for falling asleep. But then he glanced down at his pants or typically what was straining against them, with a wet patch printed clearly onto them and gasped. His eyes shot up to Chanyeol’s.
The other boy was smirking at him. Fucking smirking.
Dammit. He was definitely falling hard for this boy.
And then Chanyeol stood up, circling around the tattoo chair before pressing himself against Baekhyun’s covered tattoo.
“Do you want me like I want you?” he whispered, delicious words rolling off his tongue and making Baekhyun shiver with a needy nod.
Chanyeol chuckled hands cupping Baekhyun’s face and tipping his head back.
“Mm, Baekhyun you didn’t answer me babe” All Chanyeol received was a moan, desperate and clean cut, begging for the taller boy.
Never in his wildest dreams did Baekhyun ever imagine doing this, but it was so worth it, he was sure.
“Do you want me like I want you Baekhyun?” Chanyeol curled his hand into a fist around Baekhyun’s clothed cock causing the other to thrust up into his hand.
“I do! I do!” Baekhyun cried out, tears already fledging on the corner of his eyes.
Chanyeol held back his want and cupped Baekhyun’s face in his hands “You’re so beautiful” and he dropped his lips to others, moulding together, Chanyeol’s tongue slicking along the seams of Baekhyun’s lips.
Baekhyun moaned softly into Chanyeol’s mouth, pressing a little harder against the other, fingers threading through and deepening the kiss despite the need for oxygen that the pounding in his head signified.
Chanyeol pulled away, his cock imprinting against his jeans, hard and weeping a little to create a small stain. Pink flushed the taller’s face, how could he get so turned on with one simple kiss?
And then it was Baekhyun’s turn to giggle behind his hand “You’re hard.” He quipped in a sort of hazy laugh and Chanyeol nearly laughed too before choking as Baekhyun began to unzip his pants.
“Let me help, yeah?” Baekhyun smiled, dropping to his knees, despite the sting of the tattoo marking, hand pumping along the length of the taller boy, nails tracing the veins under the mushroom head and Chanyeol’s knees trembled.
“Baekhyun wai-“ But there was no stopping the lust in Baekhyun’s eyes, as he leaned forward, lips wrapping around the thick cock and sucking hard, tongue flicking against the head, before bobbing up and down, twisting around the base where his mouth couldn’t cover due to the girth and length of the other’s cock.
When out of breath, Baekhyun pulled away, glad to see that Chanyeol had leaned against the tattoo chair for support, panting heavily, one hand covering his eyes in an attempt to control himself.
Realising that Baekhyun had stopped the sinful torture with his tongue, Chanyeol tugged him up.
“I swear I don’t do this all the time, but I just can’t help it” he dipped his head once more pressing a tender kiss to Baekhyun’s lips, causing the other to break out in a grin, unable to help himself. “I think I like you”
Baekhyun stood on his tip toes, kissing against parted lips “Yeah, same, I think I might like you”
And one moment, Baekhyun was standing and the next he was laid on his stomach and Chanyeol was tugging his pants down all the way.
“Fuck, Baekhyun...” Chanyeol sighed, staring momentarily “You’re so hot”
“Shut up, stop staring!” Baekhyun growled, cheeks flaming “Just fuck me already”
Chanyeol chuckled “Sure honey, I will soon”
Pulling lube out of a pocket in his discarded jeans, Chanyeol tore it apart with his teeth, the desperation to just fuck that ass returned with vigour, enveloping him as he watched the globes jiggle as Baekhyun rearranged himself.
“Tell me if it hurts” he whispered against Baekhyun’s earlobe, pressing a kiss behind the shorter’s ear causing the boy to shudder, before easing a finger into the tight hole that was Byun Baekhyun.
Baekhyun threw his head back, shuddering as Chanyeol’s finger teased against his prostrate, a light sob leaving his lips, because he didn’t understand just how much he need this.
And the burn of the second finger slamming in caused him to cry out, curling his toes in to the pleasure and the pain and whimpering as he could hear Chanyeol’s pants above him and feel his eyes scanning the dimples and creases of his slim back.
Then, all too suddenly, there was a thicker head pressing against his ass and Baekhyun drew in a breath, body trembling- not from fear but from anticipation- and then Chanyeol slammed inside, breathing heavy and Baekhyun gasped out, grappling against the tattoo chair in desperation as Chanyeol began to slide in and out swiftly, teasing movements quickly becoming a sharp pounding, nailing Baekhyun’s prostrate repeatedly, causing the shorter to cry out every time, body on edge.
In the blink of an eye, Chanyeol was holding him by his waist, fucking him as he stood, the new position, abusing his prostrate infinitely.
“Chanyeol- fuck! Chanyeol- right there!” Baekhyun screamed, nails marking their spot along the taller’s broad back. “Shit, I’m coming!”
“Me too” Chanyeol managed, lips crashing one final time as he emptied inside Baekhyun, the smaller coming on their bare stomach’s, the end leaving them drained enough to slide onto the floor, naked and soaked in their own come.
Realising, that it was now quite late and that they were both lying there naked, Baekhyun coughed softly.
He picked himself up and quickly cleaned himself, arranging his clothes suitably before turning to Chanyeol.
“I should get... going” he started and Chanyeol managed a timid smile, hiding his disappointment;
“Sure, um... I’ll see you around?” Chanyeol asked, hopefully and Baekhyun only managed a smile because he would never have usually done that and he was so unsure of what he had done. He swiftly left, not wanting to see the hurt in Chanyeol’s eyes.
The sting of the rain on the way home was somehow less painful than the pain in his chest
When Baekhyun was gone, Chanyeol cried out in anger “I should have just asked him- fuck Chanyeol!” he growled. He was about to throw himself into a fit of tears when he noticed a card on the floor.
It had Baekhyun’s credentials and the office he worked in, it was an office in the higher end of Seoul. Chanyeol couldn’t understand why he would ever come down here, to this dingy place for a tattoo.
He unconsciously tucked the card away, in his jeans as he cleaned the parlour to leave for home.
Baekhyun couldn’t help but be restless as he spun in his office chair, the tattoo just acted as a reminder of what he lost out on 3 months ago and he wanted to feel the touch of those lips, the trace of those fingers across his body. Once wasn’t enough.
He missed Park Chanyeol.
Kyungsoo was sat in the chair opposite, Kai nowhere in sight. His voice actually sounded concerned.
“Baek, are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head “You’ve been like this for a while now, people are getting worried”
“Like what?” Baekhyun asked dazedly “I’m fine, I’m just an idiot”
“What, why?” Kyungsoo questioned, eyebrow cocking up in confusion.
“I got this stupid tattoo and I could have had something even better” and for the first time in months, Baekhyun looked him dead in the eyes “I fucked up Soo, I lost out on Chanyeol.”
Kyungsoo felt like crying inside, how stupid was Baekhyun? All he had to do was see Chanyeol again, all he had to do was go down to the tattoo parlour, unless...
“You had sex with him” Kyungsoo never meant to sound accusing but it came off that way and Baekhyun bristled;
“I...I...” He started and Kyungsoo stood up;
“That’s why you won’t go and see him!” he screeched “You didn’t even tell me?!”
“I’m sorry Soo; I was so worked up over it!” Baekhyun started, tears slipping down his face “It’s not like it matters, he probably hates me now”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, ever the drama queen Baekhyun. It was a best friend’s duty to sort this out.
Stepping outside the office, he called Kai;
“Hey babe, will you get in touch with Chanyeol, tell him Baekhyun needs him- oh! And to bring something nice.”
There was a moment’s pause while Kai questioned him and Kyungsoo chuckled lightly;
“Of course we’re getting them together”
Baekhyun rocked back in his chair for the trillionth time that day, already angry at looking at the piles of paper.
He heard a knock on his office door and he managed a muffled “come in” through his hands as he mourned in self pity.
“Hi, Byun Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun’s head snapped up at the voice and his throat dried “Chanyeol?” he croaked out
Chanyeol swallowed thickly, the roses he brought were still tightly in his grasp “Just thought I’d drop by... if that’s okay...?”
Baekhyun stood up so fast his chair toppled over “Where the fuck have you been?”
“I-“
“No, don’t answer that” Baekhyun mumbled, pulling Chanyeol down for a deep, meaningful kiss “I missed you”
Chanyeol smiled, kissing Baekhyun’s forehead “Same, I missed you too.”
Baekhyun linked their hands “All I wanted was a tattoo, now I got more than I bargained for” he looked up, completely entranced “I got you”
“I just... wanted you to be with me” Chanyeol managed, cheeks flushed “Please be my boyfriend?”
Baekhyun smiled so wide it looked as if it hurt “I would love to be your boyfriend” he took the roses gently and he placed them in an empty vase in the deserted office.
“I’ll need to get back to work soon, Yeol” Baekhyun started but Chanyeol only smiled;
“I know, me too, my shop has suddenly become more popular thanks to a certain CEO dropping by” he grinned “But... I have something to show you”
Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting.
Chanyeol tugged his shirt up and underneath was an identical tattoo of a scorpion, splayed across his ribcage and spread across his back. “Oh look, we match!” he grinned widely, eyes crinkling in the corners.
Baekhyun burst out laughing; he must really be in love with his stunning, beautiful, sexy boy.