Try Hard
Author: kimjongday
Recipient: cadymaude
Title: Try Hard
Word Counts: 4,829
Side Pairing(s): Brief!Kaisoo,Hunhan
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Blowjobs,fingering,sex,cursing
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: The world seems to be against the idea of Baekhyun and Chanyeol getting laid.
Author's Note: I’m sorry if I strayed from the prompt too much but I wanted to give you the sexual frustration you asked for in your prompt. Hope you see where I was going with this. Shoutout to my beta and the lovely mods!
“The next question is for Baekhyun. If you were a girl, which of your members would you date?”
Baekhyun hums lightly and makes a show of looking at his bandmates, even though they probably all know who he’ll choose. He pats his best friend’s thigh, letting it stay there as he speaks.
“I’d date Chanyeol because I feel like he’d treat his girlfriend well.” Baekhyun compliments and Chanyeol playfully slings his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder to squeeze him tightly for a moment. The two of them usually pass off anything like this for skinship but the way Baekhyun’s skin prickles whenever Chanyeol touches his bare skin is definitely not for the fans.
“Your face is weird.” Baekhyun says fondly as he reaches up to poke the other’s lopsided grin. The MC coos over them for a moment before moving onto prodding Kyungsoo about his upcoming movie role.
Chanyeol lets his hand linger for a moment before dropping it but Baekhyun purposefully scrapes his nails over the inner-seam of Chanyeol’s pants, feeling the other go rigid under the touch.
Before the camera can pan on them again Baekhyun drops his hand and turns his attention towards the MC again but he can still feel Chanyeol’s gaze burning through him.
Attempt #1
The stage lights shine intensely as Baekhyun attempts to hop onto Kyungsoo’s legs, trying to get into the beginning formation of Overdose. He doesn’t like to admit defeat (because that would also be admitting he’s too short for this) but his members do eventually come to his rescue since they’re starting soon.
“Jump up and I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” Chanyeol promises and Baekhyun takes his word for it. He hops up again and nearly falls backwards but this time for a different reason. Chanyeol has a firm grip in his inner-thigh as Baekhyun squats slightly on Kyungsoo’s feet to catch his balance. His pants aren’t that thick and the warmth of his hand seep through the fabric, causing Baekhyun to shiver.
There’s an innocent look on Chanyeol’s face and Baekhyun really wants to punch it off, especially when his hand starts to slide further up. Baekhyun quickly straightens up so the other’s hand has to fall away but it still leaves a lingering imprint of heat.
The cameras start to blink, indicating that they would start shooting in a few seconds and Baekhyun puts on his best stage face and tries to ignore the churning in his gut.
When the performance is over and they’re clear of any camera Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol into the nearest empty room and shuts the door.
“You did that on purpose.” Baekhyun accuses, poking the other in the chest.
“I did.” Chanyeol shrugs. “You have nice thighs.”
Baekhyun’s not prepared when he’s pushed onto the nearby couch but certainly welcomes it when Chanyeol slips between his legs. It’s not like this is anything new. The two of them have always been close, always teasing each other to see who would break first. But now, it seems like both of them are done with that.
He’s about to pull Chanyeol down onto the couch with him when there’s a loud knock on the door. They break apart just incase someone walks in but all that comes is Jongin’s voice.
“Chanyeol-hyung, our manager got us pizza for dinner you should come before everyone eats all.” Jongin calls. “And have you seen Baekhyun-hyung? I can’t find him.”
“He probably went to the bathroom.” Chanyeol answers, walking right up to the door. “I’ll go find him then bring him, alright?”
Jongin makes a sound of agreement before his footsteps echo through the halls and Baekhyun frowns. They probably shouldn’t be in this room anyway, it could be any group’s dressing room.
“Continue this later?” Chanyeol suggests, helping Baekhyun up from the couch.
“Later.”
Attempt #2
The next week, they barely get a moment for themselves let alone to be together. Their schedules are so full of promotions, music shows and radio interviews that whatever free moment they have is spent sleeping.
It’s a rare night when they don’t have anything for the evening scheduled and Joonmyun suggested that they all relax by watching a movie.
Baekhyun makes a move to sit next to Luhan but Sehun squeezes himself onto the couch to get closer. He frowns a little before noticing Chanyeol sitting on the floor, leaning back onto the couch.
Figuring no one will really question them Baekhyun plops down between the taller’s legs, trying not to smile at the way they fall open easily to accommodate him. Baekhyun leans back until his back hits Chanyeol’s chest, squirming slightly until he’s comfortable.
They’re only a few minutes into the movie when Baekhyun feels fingers skitter across his waist. He chews lightly on his lower-lip as the grip gets a bit stronger. Chanyeol slips his hand under his shirt, purposefully pressing into the soft skin. The touches are light yet purposeful but don’t escalate to much more and Baekhyun’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Chanyeol leans down slightly, brushing Baekhyun’s hair from his ear. “Kitchen?”
“It’ll look weird if we just get up and leave.” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol grabs an empty popcorn bowl to give them an excuse.
No one really bats an eyelash when they both get up and head to the kitchen together. Baekhyun even has half a mind to start popping the popcorn but Chanyeol is on him the second they pass through the threshold.
They take a few step backwards until the hard counter is digging into Baekhyun’s back but the way Chanyeol is scraping his teeth against the expanse of his neck is certainly a good distraction.
“Don’t leave a mark.” Baekhyun warns and Chanyeol hums lightly before trailing his kisses up to the other’s sensitive jawline.
Trying to get revenge for earlier Baekhyun slides his hands under Chanyeol’s thin cotton shirt, dragging his nails purposefully along his back. A shudder visibly runs down Chanyeol’s back as he breaths in suddenly to keep in a groan.
He attacks Baekhyun’s mouth then, surprisingly soft for how quickly he went into the kiss. Baekhyun has to crane his neck slightly as he pushes back insistently, licking away the salty taste of popcorn from Chanyeol’s lips.
The sound of footsteps catches both of their attention at the same time and Baekhyun instantly shoves the taller away, wiping away the excess saliva from his swollen lips.
It’s Zitao who walks into the kitchen. “You guys were taking long with the popcorn and we’re nearly out.” He complains.
“We couldn’t find it.” Baekhyun lies easily before the two of them awkwardly make a move to slip past Zitao. The rapper gives them both an odd look but doesn’t question either of them.
Atttempt #5
Baekhyun hates swimming pools.
The burn of chlorine in his throat he can deal with and even the prospect that bunch of random strangers have been in the same water is tolerable, but it’s downright torture watching Chanyeol splash around with the other members.
They finished their photoshoots on time today and most of them decided to spend their free time in the empty hotel pool. Now, as Chanyeol is bobbing up and down in the water with little droplets freckled around his torso and muscular back Baekhyun seriously wishes he snuck out to the mall with Luhan and Sehun.
Baekhyun is surprised Chanyeol hasn’t gotten a concussion yet from playing chicken so much with Kris, Jongin and Xiumin. He stares thoughtfully as Chanyeol climbs up again onto Kris’s shoulders, probably because Kris is the only one who can hold up the giant for longer than 4 seconds, brushing his wet fringe from his face. Chanyeol has never been overly muscular but he’s lean and the faint outline of abs is enough to have Baekhyun shifting in his pool chair.
When Chanyeol falls backwards into the water again, laughing as he breaks the water’s surface they catch each other’s eye. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow when Chanyeol doesn’t look away. He hopes the light flush on his cheeks can be blamed on the heat when Chanyeol winks. Baekhyun rolls his eyes in response.
“Greasy bastard.” Baekhyun mumbles, sipping from his bottle of water. Chanyeol wades over to the side of the pool and gestures for Baekhyun to walk over.
He’s a little suspicious as to what Chanyeol wants but walks over to the side of the pool anyway, crouching down to speak. “What?”
“So hostile.” Chanyeol teases lightly, wiping the water off of his face. “Why aren’t you in the water? It feels nice.”
“Because you’d probably try to drown me or something.” Baekhyun replies, his eyes flickering down to Chanyeol’s taut chest. Chanyeol catches the movement and smiles knowingly.
“Where’s your phone?” He asks and Baekhyun gestures to the pool table near the chair he was sitting on a few minutes ago. Almost instantly after answering, Chanyeol reaches up and wraps his arms around Baekhyun before falling back so both of them fall into the pool.
Baekhyun has just enough time to take a deep gulp of air before he does under. The water sends a cold shock through his body but it’s over as quickly as it came. Chanyeol’s hands slip under Baekhyun’s swim trunks, grabbing a handful of his bare ass before they both come up for air.
“Cut that out, someone is going to see.” Baekhyun grumbles, trying to shove the other way but Chanyeol only laughs. It probably looks like they’re rough housing like they always do but Baekhyun can feel the way Chanyeol’s fingers skim the crack of his ass.
Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck to drag him back under water, tempted to press their lips together but settles for gently grazing his hand along the bulge in Chanyeol’s trunks.
When they come up for air a second time, Chanyeol pulls his hands away and Baekhyun already misses the warmth.
“Dick.” Baekhyun complains as splashes the younger.
Attempt #7
Sharing showers is nothing uncommon in EXO. That’s why no one even spares Chanyeol and Baekhyun a glance when they head into the bathroom together, towels in hand.
“Saving water saves the planet.” Chanyeol asserts and Baekhyun throws his shirt at the giant’s face.
“Shut up and get in.” He demands, slipping off the rest of his clothes before walking under the spray. The water is warm and relaxes the knots in his muscles, causing the singer to sigh out in relief.
Chanyeol gets in a few moments later, immediately pulling Baekhyun to his chest so both of them can be under the spray. He humors the younger for a bit, letting himself be swayed left and right.
“Wash my hair?” Baekhyun, asks as he tilts his head back far enough to catch Chanyeol’s smile just before he leans down to grab the shampoo.
The younger squirts a good bit into his hands before lathering it through Baekhyun’s dark locks, scratching soothingly at his scalp. Baekhyun shuts his eyes and gets so lost in the sensation that he barely registers when Chanyeol starts to push his lower-half harder than necessary into Baekhyun’s.
Smirking lightly to himself, Baekhyun turns around so he’s facing Chanyeol and tips his head back to wash the white suds away. The water cascades down Baekhyun’s face and when he opens his eyes, Chanyeol is staring at him with a glint of hunger in his eyes.
It’s Baekhyun who leans in first, craning down the taller’s neck to capture his lips. The kiss is wet and water-flavored but that doesn’t stop Chanyeol from slipping his tongue eagerly in the elder’s mouth. Large hands slip down to cup Baekhyun’s ass, pushing him more into Chanyeol’s crotch as they kiss. A shudders runs down Baekhyun’s back despite the warm water.
Baekhyun whines lightly into the taller’s mouth as their cocks rub together. It’s a little awkward at first, because Baekhyun has to stand on the tips of his toes. When he gets tired of that, he wraps his slender hand around both of their cocks and strokes. Chanyeol lets out a strangled groan and bucks up into the touch, nearly sending both of them falling backwards.
It starts to get a little harder to breath in the small space as steam fills the bathroom. Chanyeol’s warm breath is ghosting past Baekhyun’s ears, mumbling obscenities that get him to flick his wrist even faster. The revealing sounds of skin sliding together fill both of their ears but Baekhyun is far too gone to be ashamed. He’s been waiting for this for too long. They both have.
“Baek.” Chanyeol groans softly, reaching down to bat the other’s hand away. He grips Baekhyun’s length instead, stroking with steady hand movements. Baekhyun mirrors the action on Chanyeol, the younger basically fucking into his fist to get the friction he craves so badly.
Leaning forward, Baekhyun starts to mouth at the taller’s collarbone, nipping and sucking a bruise into the skin. Chanyeol’s cock twitches in Baekhyun hand as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down the other’s chest, already prepared to drop to his knees when--
The sound of flushing roars loudly through the bathroom and the sting of cold water causes Baekhyun to jump up, knocking his head into Chanyeol’s jaw loudly.
“Ow, fuck.” Chanyeol groans in pain, grabbing his mouth the same time Baekhyun holds onto his head.
There’s the sound of laughter that’s unmistakably Jongdae and Baekhyun wants to scream, but he also wants to get away from the cold spray of water.
“Fucker.” Baekhyun mumbles as he shuts the water off with a huff. Chanyeol’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth, bleeding slightly from being bitten and Baekhyun sighs.
“Come on you big puppy, let’s put ice on it.”
Attempt 9
A loud beep sounds through the airport as a voice announces the delay of their plane again.
Chanyeol groans and resists the urge to get up in frustration since Baekhyun is dozing off on his shoulder. This is the third time their flight has been delayed and their manager is going crazy talking to the front desk. They have a music show to attend and if they don’t within the next two hours they’ll be late or miss it entirely. At least they don’t have to deal with the fans, having sent out the name of a decoy airport.
The rest of the group is lounging around on the chairs, either on their phones or sleeping. Chanyeol would play a game on his phone to pass the time but he draped a blanket over himself and Baekhyun since the elder was shivering.
“Are we delayed again?” Baekhyun asks suddenly and Chanyeol turns just in time to see Baekhyun yawn, rubbing his eyes. Chanyeol feels a surge of affection when Baekhyun looks up at him with slightly droopy eyes, probably because he’s not fully awake yet.
He nods and Baekhyun groans, leaning all of his weight on the other. Chanyeol expects Baekhyun to just fall back asleep after that but is proven wrong when a hand ghosts past his crotch. He turns to look at the elder but Baekhyun doesn’t acknowledge him, acting as if nothing is happening.
Chanyeol chews on his lower-lip when Baekhyun presses his palm flat on his crotch again, this time gripping his length lightly through the thin fabric. Fuck, why did he wear sweatpants?
The slender hand slides slowly up the length of Chanyeol’s cock before sliding back down, the touch barely there yet effective nonetheless. Chanyeol crosses his legs in an attempt to get Baekhyun to stop considering they’re in public but it only seems to rile the older up more as he full on grabs the organ to give it two strong pumps.
“Jesus, Baek.” Chanyeol whines softly. “We’re in public.” He glances around to make sure no one is paying attention to them.
“Meet me in the bathroom on the next floor then.” Baekhyun instructs before standing up. “You know, when you don’t have to waddle.”
Chanyeol gapes as Baekhyun walks away, grumbling a bit to himself as he waits a few minutes to will his erection to go down some. He’s too impatient to wait though and settles for sliding his hands into his pockets to make the outline of his hard-on less visible. Jongin looks up for a brief moment from where he’s leaning on Kyungsoo’s shoulder but the latter runs his fingers soothingly through the dancer’s hair, stealing his attention away from Chanyeol.
The walk to the next floor is uncomfortable but he walks quickly, hoping that he walks into the right bathroom. It looks empty as the door swings open and Chanyeol frowns slightly as he stands in front of one of the stalls.
“Baek?” He whispers. “Are you in here?”
The stall door swings open then and Chanyeol makes a gangly groan as he’s pulled roughly inside. A soft pair of lips are on his the second the door locks and Chanyeol moans quietly.
“Can you keep quiet?” Baekhyun asks, but there’s a hint of challenge in his voice.
Chanyeol nods in favor of talking, as if trying to prove his point. Baekhyun smiles and pats his cheek lightly before sinking down to his knees, sliding two fingers into the younger’s sweatpants before letting the elastic snap back against his skin.
A jolt runs through Chanyeol’s spine as anticipation takes over. They don’t have anytime for teasing, Baekhyun knows this was just deciding to be a little shit. Baekhyun tugs down his sweatpants and boxers just enough for his cock to swing out, letting both fabrics pool at mid-way at Chanyeol’s thighs.
Chanyeol pushes his fingers through Baekhyun’s dark-locks, not pulling in anyway but just holding the strands in his fingers. He bites hard on his lower-lip as Baekhyun starts to mouth at the underside of his cock, licking a long stripe up it’s length.
Baekhyun looks up at him, eyes still glossed over with drowsiness but have a flare of hunger to them. He sucks harshly on the crown, pink tongue darting out into the slit to lap up the salty pre-cum as Baekhyun’s slender hands wrap around to stroke the shaft.
“Baekhyun, come on.” Chanyeol whines softly, knowing they really don’t have a lot of time before someone notices they’ve both gone missing. Baekhyun seems to relent a bit as he finally slides half of Chanyeol’s cock down his throat, feeling the organ enlarge against his tongue.
When the head of Chanyeol’s cock hits the back of Baekhyun’s throat he breaths through his nose harshly but doesn’t pull away. Chanyeol drops one of his hands down to run his thumb over Baekhyun’s cheekbones as the elder starts to bob his head, lips swollen and stretched out around the shaft of Chanyeol’s cock.
Baekhyun pulls off suddenly, nosing along the length of Chanyeol’s dick before nipping softly at one of his balls. Chanyeol groans so loudly that it echoes and he instantly snaps a hand over his mouth. The elder only smirks as he swallows down the thick cock again, showing no mercy as he takes every inch.
The blaring sound of Girl’s Generation interrupts them and Chanyeol nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound. Baekhyun scrambles to pull his phone out of his pocket, groaning once he sees who’s calling.
“Hello?” Baekhyun answers, his fingers still wrapped delicately around Chanyeol’s length. He strokes a few times before sighing and hanging up the phone. “We need to go like, right now. Our flight is boarding.”
“What? Baekhyun, I have the biggest hard-on!” Chanyeol whines, pointing to his dick to emphasize his point.
Baekhyun sighs and grips the sides of the taller’s face, dragging him down to eye-level. “Remember that time you went to EXO-M’s dorm and walked in Kris sitting on the toilet with his hair in a ponytail and his face mask on?” Chanyeol frowns at the memory but nods. “Think about that. Now, come on we have to go.” His hands linger for a second longer than needed before helping Chanyeol pull his pants back on, cock already softening at his thoughts.
“So, that’s a no to blowjobs on the plane?”
Baekhyun purposefully slams the stall door in his face.
Attempt #13
It’s loud in the bus. They’ve just won another award on a music show and the adrenaline is still pumping through their veins. Their manager agreed to ordering them pizza as a reward when they get back to the hotel, no now they’re all even more excited.
It’s only six of them since their other half left for China two days ago, but they still pile into Joonmyun’s room to talk and eat until late into the night. When Jongin falls asleep on the carpet, they all call it a night.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol room together, like they always do, and it’s no surprise to see that it’s only one large bed instead of two small. Baekhyun lets himself fall onto the sheets, groaning loudly when a heavy weight presses onto his back.
“Get off, giant.” Baekhyun groans. A cold hand slips under Baekhyun’s shirt, resting teasingly on his waist.
“Baekhyunnie.” Chanyeol coos, hands slipping lower until they’re under the waistband of the elder’s sweatpants. “We don’t have a schedule until the afternoon.”
“Don’t call me that.” He grumbles, gasping sharply when Chanyeol grips his ass to knead the soft flesh. Baekhyun arches into the touch, gasping loudly when lithe fingers ghost past his entrance.
A trail of wet kisses is left on Baekhyun’s neck as his pants and underwear are tugged down, exposing his lower-half to the cool air. They haven’t even done anything proper yet and Baekhyun can already feel his cock hardening.
The heat on his back disappears for a moment as Chanyeol digs into his suitcase, pulling out an unopened bottle of lube. Baekhyun has half a mind to ask where he bought that from but immediately gets distracted but how the younger’s long fingers feel skittering against his skin. Chanyeol leans down to place an affectionate kiss on Baekhyun’s temple as he drizzles lube onto his fingers then onto Baekhyun waiting hole.
“Cold.” the elder complains, squirming lightly at the uncomfortable feeling.
“It’ll get better.” Chanyeol promises before bringing Baekhyun’s knees up, letting his lower-half be pushed into the air. A shudder runs down his spine when two fingers circle around Baekhyun’s entrance, pushing in slowly. His mouth falls open at the burn of the stretch but the faint pleasure falls straight to his cock.
Two fingers are a stretch but soon Baekhyun is pushing back onto them, soft gasps and moans falling from his lips with each tug against his rim. A third finger causes a bit of pain, but Chanyeol’s touches and the way he mouths at Baekhyun’s back is a good enough distraction.
“Feel good?” Chanyeol asks as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out, basically ramming them into Baekhyun’s prostate now. Baekhyun’s cheeks burn red as he feels his cock swing between his legs, hot a heavy and already spitting out beads of pre-cum.
“Chanyeol just fuck me already.” Baekhyun demands, his voice breaking halfway through after a particularly harsh brush with his sweet spot. He hears the rustle of a foil packet being torn open but then they’re drowned out by the sound of an alarm.
Baekhyun jolts suddenly and Chanyeol immediately slips his fingers away. They’re both incredibly confused until something dawns onto Baekhyun.
“It’s a fucking a fire alarm.” he shouts over the noise, dropping his hips onto the bed in frustration. He has half a mind to tell Chanyeol to keep going but then there’s a loud knock on their door and a voice telling them they have to get out now.
They scramble around for a few moments, Chanyeol trying to find something to wipe the lube off on and Baekhyun pulling on his underwear and pants, hoping that no one will notice the outline of his hard cock.
When they get down to the lobby, they find out it was just some bratty kid who pulled the alarm for fun. Even so, it still takes two hours for them to be let back into their room. When they do finally get back, Chanyeol throws the opened yet unused condom into the trash before pulling Baekhyun in for a cuddle.
“Let’s sleep and try to forget we were alarm-blocked.”
Baekhyun scoffs. “Easier for you to say, I’m the one who had fingers up his ass.”
Chanyeol smiles and kisses the elder’s forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Attempt #?
“Let’s play too hot.” Jongdae announces loudly, beer sloshing onto the floor.
Most of them are drunk or tipsy, half-taken shots still scattered around their dorm floor. They’re all stressed with hectic schedules and some of their oldest snuck in some bottles. They even turned a blind-eye to their youngest members drinking.
“How do you play?” Sehun asks, his words slurring together slightly.
Jongdae plops down onto the carpet, swinging his arm around Yixing’s shoulder for support. “It’s when two people kiss without stopping. First one to touch the other guy loses. Winner gets whatever he wants.”
“Sounds like an excuse to get into someone’s pants.” Baekhyun observes. “I’m in.”
The first two to go are Sehun and Luhan and the game probably lasts a total of 30 seconds. Sehun grips Luhan’s neck the second the innocent pecks turn into something more. The second round between Kyungsoo and Jongin lasts a bit longer but the hooting and hollering seem to get to them after a few minutes.
Not so surprisingly, the next round is Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They sit in front of each other, hands poised in their laps. There’s a challenging glint in Chanyeol’s eyes as he moves forward before anyway even says go. Baekhyun’s instant reaction is to cup the other’s cheeks but he catches himself at the last second and drops his hands back to his lap.
The kiss is only soft for a few seconds before Chanyeol slips his tongue past Baekhyun’s lips, licking against the roof of his mouth. Baekhyun lets his eyes slip shut and tries to ignore the snickering from Jongdae, focusing only on how soft Chanyeol’s lips feel against his.
The need to reach out and touch grows with the passing second and Baekhyun suddenly really hates Jongdae for suggesting this game. He can feel the way Chanyeol swipes his tongue across his swollen lips, nibbling and biting at them with practiced ease.
Just when Baekhyun doesn’t think he can take anymore, Chanyeol pulls away.
“I lose.” He declares, grabbing Baekhyun’s hand to drag him down the hall and into their shared room. Whatever the other members were saying are cut off when the door is slammed shut behind them.
Chanyeol seals their lips together again, pushing Baekhyun into the mattress. This part is familiar, as it should be from how many times they’ve done it before. In no time at all they’re both stripped of their clothes and Baekhyun is on his back, watching Chanyeol roll on a condom.
Two fingers are pressed into Baekhyun’s entrance and he shuts his eyes at the slight burn. Adding another finger is tighter but Baekhyun still pushes back onto the digits, far too impatient for anything slow tonight.
Slicking up his cock with more lubricant, Chanyeol slips his clean hand under Baekhyun’s back as he aligns himself. The first breach is a little painful and Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut as Chanyeol buries himself to the hilt.
He’s only still for few moments, waiting on Baekhyun to adjust to the stretch, before he starts to thrust earnestly.Chanyeol grips Baekhyun’s thighs tightly, pulling the smaller onto his cock with his snap of his hips.
“Chanyeol, fuck.” Baekhyun breaths. “Harder.” He’s probably loud enough for the other members to hear but at this point neither of them care. Chanyeol brings one of Baekhyun’s legs up to rest on his shoulder to thrust into him at a new angle. The headboard slams against the wall from the power if each movement. The pleasure is fogging up Baekhyun’s mind as he’s rocked forward and the sound of Chanyeol’s hoarse moans just push him closer to the edge.
When Chanyeol wraps a large hand against his length, Baekhyun actually sees stars form in front of his eyes. He spills over Chanyeol’s hand, pleasure raking through his body. It only takes a few more thrusts for Chanyeol to still, spilling into the condom with a deep groan.
They both take a few moments to catch their breath and Baekhyun leans up for a light kiss.
Chanyeol hums lightly against the other’s lips. “How long before you think we can do that again?”
Baekhyun laughs. “Awhile, giant. Awhile.”
Recipient: cadymaude
Title: Try Hard
Word Counts: 4,829
Side Pairing(s): Brief!Kaisoo,Hunhan
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Blowjobs,fingering,sex,cursing
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: The world seems to be against the idea of Baekhyun and Chanyeol getting laid.
Author's Note: I’m sorry if I strayed from the prompt too much but I wanted to give you the sexual frustration you asked for in your prompt. Hope you see where I was going with this. Shoutout to my beta and the lovely mods!
“The next question is for Baekhyun. If you were a girl, which of your members would you date?”
Baekhyun hums lightly and makes a show of looking at his bandmates, even though they probably all know who he’ll choose. He pats his best friend’s thigh, letting it stay there as he speaks.
“I’d date Chanyeol because I feel like he’d treat his girlfriend well.” Baekhyun compliments and Chanyeol playfully slings his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder to squeeze him tightly for a moment. The two of them usually pass off anything like this for skinship but the way Baekhyun’s skin prickles whenever Chanyeol touches his bare skin is definitely not for the fans.
“Your face is weird.” Baekhyun says fondly as he reaches up to poke the other’s lopsided grin. The MC coos over them for a moment before moving onto prodding Kyungsoo about his upcoming movie role.
Chanyeol lets his hand linger for a moment before dropping it but Baekhyun purposefully scrapes his nails over the inner-seam of Chanyeol’s pants, feeling the other go rigid under the touch.
Before the camera can pan on them again Baekhyun drops his hand and turns his attention towards the MC again but he can still feel Chanyeol’s gaze burning through him.
Attempt #1
The stage lights shine intensely as Baekhyun attempts to hop onto Kyungsoo’s legs, trying to get into the beginning formation of Overdose. He doesn’t like to admit defeat (because that would also be admitting he’s too short for this) but his members do eventually come to his rescue since they’re starting soon.
“Jump up and I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” Chanyeol promises and Baekhyun takes his word for it. He hops up again and nearly falls backwards but this time for a different reason. Chanyeol has a firm grip in his inner-thigh as Baekhyun squats slightly on Kyungsoo’s feet to catch his balance. His pants aren’t that thick and the warmth of his hand seep through the fabric, causing Baekhyun to shiver.
There’s an innocent look on Chanyeol’s face and Baekhyun really wants to punch it off, especially when his hand starts to slide further up. Baekhyun quickly straightens up so the other’s hand has to fall away but it still leaves a lingering imprint of heat.
The cameras start to blink, indicating that they would start shooting in a few seconds and Baekhyun puts on his best stage face and tries to ignore the churning in his gut.
When the performance is over and they’re clear of any camera Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol into the nearest empty room and shuts the door.
“You did that on purpose.” Baekhyun accuses, poking the other in the chest.
“I did.” Chanyeol shrugs. “You have nice thighs.”
Baekhyun’s not prepared when he’s pushed onto the nearby couch but certainly welcomes it when Chanyeol slips between his legs. It’s not like this is anything new. The two of them have always been close, always teasing each other to see who would break first. But now, it seems like both of them are done with that.
He’s about to pull Chanyeol down onto the couch with him when there’s a loud knock on the door. They break apart just incase someone walks in but all that comes is Jongin’s voice.
“Chanyeol-hyung, our manager got us pizza for dinner you should come before everyone eats all.” Jongin calls. “And have you seen Baekhyun-hyung? I can’t find him.”
“He probably went to the bathroom.” Chanyeol answers, walking right up to the door. “I’ll go find him then bring him, alright?”
Jongin makes a sound of agreement before his footsteps echo through the halls and Baekhyun frowns. They probably shouldn’t be in this room anyway, it could be any group’s dressing room.
“Continue this later?” Chanyeol suggests, helping Baekhyun up from the couch.
“Later.”
Attempt #2
The next week, they barely get a moment for themselves let alone to be together. Their schedules are so full of promotions, music shows and radio interviews that whatever free moment they have is spent sleeping.
It’s a rare night when they don’t have anything for the evening scheduled and Joonmyun suggested that they all relax by watching a movie.
Baekhyun makes a move to sit next to Luhan but Sehun squeezes himself onto the couch to get closer. He frowns a little before noticing Chanyeol sitting on the floor, leaning back onto the couch.
Figuring no one will really question them Baekhyun plops down between the taller’s legs, trying not to smile at the way they fall open easily to accommodate him. Baekhyun leans back until his back hits Chanyeol’s chest, squirming slightly until he’s comfortable.
They’re only a few minutes into the movie when Baekhyun feels fingers skitter across his waist. He chews lightly on his lower-lip as the grip gets a bit stronger. Chanyeol slips his hand under his shirt, purposefully pressing into the soft skin. The touches are light yet purposeful but don’t escalate to much more and Baekhyun’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Chanyeol leans down slightly, brushing Baekhyun’s hair from his ear. “Kitchen?”
“It’ll look weird if we just get up and leave.” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol grabs an empty popcorn bowl to give them an excuse.
No one really bats an eyelash when they both get up and head to the kitchen together. Baekhyun even has half a mind to start popping the popcorn but Chanyeol is on him the second they pass through the threshold.
They take a few step backwards until the hard counter is digging into Baekhyun’s back but the way Chanyeol is scraping his teeth against the expanse of his neck is certainly a good distraction.
“Don’t leave a mark.” Baekhyun warns and Chanyeol hums lightly before trailing his kisses up to the other’s sensitive jawline.
Trying to get revenge for earlier Baekhyun slides his hands under Chanyeol’s thin cotton shirt, dragging his nails purposefully along his back. A shudder visibly runs down Chanyeol’s back as he breaths in suddenly to keep in a groan.
He attacks Baekhyun’s mouth then, surprisingly soft for how quickly he went into the kiss. Baekhyun has to crane his neck slightly as he pushes back insistently, licking away the salty taste of popcorn from Chanyeol’s lips.
The sound of footsteps catches both of their attention at the same time and Baekhyun instantly shoves the taller away, wiping away the excess saliva from his swollen lips.
It’s Zitao who walks into the kitchen. “You guys were taking long with the popcorn and we’re nearly out.” He complains.
“We couldn’t find it.” Baekhyun lies easily before the two of them awkwardly make a move to slip past Zitao. The rapper gives them both an odd look but doesn’t question either of them.
Atttempt #5
Baekhyun hates swimming pools.
The burn of chlorine in his throat he can deal with and even the prospect that bunch of random strangers have been in the same water is tolerable, but it’s downright torture watching Chanyeol splash around with the other members.
They finished their photoshoots on time today and most of them decided to spend their free time in the empty hotel pool. Now, as Chanyeol is bobbing up and down in the water with little droplets freckled around his torso and muscular back Baekhyun seriously wishes he snuck out to the mall with Luhan and Sehun.
Baekhyun is surprised Chanyeol hasn’t gotten a concussion yet from playing chicken so much with Kris, Jongin and Xiumin. He stares thoughtfully as Chanyeol climbs up again onto Kris’s shoulders, probably because Kris is the only one who can hold up the giant for longer than 4 seconds, brushing his wet fringe from his face. Chanyeol has never been overly muscular but he’s lean and the faint outline of abs is enough to have Baekhyun shifting in his pool chair.
When Chanyeol falls backwards into the water again, laughing as he breaks the water’s surface they catch each other’s eye. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow when Chanyeol doesn’t look away. He hopes the light flush on his cheeks can be blamed on the heat when Chanyeol winks. Baekhyun rolls his eyes in response.
“Greasy bastard.” Baekhyun mumbles, sipping from his bottle of water. Chanyeol wades over to the side of the pool and gestures for Baekhyun to walk over.
He’s a little suspicious as to what Chanyeol wants but walks over to the side of the pool anyway, crouching down to speak. “What?”
“So hostile.” Chanyeol teases lightly, wiping the water off of his face. “Why aren’t you in the water? It feels nice.”
“Because you’d probably try to drown me or something.” Baekhyun replies, his eyes flickering down to Chanyeol’s taut chest. Chanyeol catches the movement and smiles knowingly.
“Where’s your phone?” He asks and Baekhyun gestures to the pool table near the chair he was sitting on a few minutes ago. Almost instantly after answering, Chanyeol reaches up and wraps his arms around Baekhyun before falling back so both of them fall into the pool.
Baekhyun has just enough time to take a deep gulp of air before he does under. The water sends a cold shock through his body but it’s over as quickly as it came. Chanyeol’s hands slip under Baekhyun’s swim trunks, grabbing a handful of his bare ass before they both come up for air.
“Cut that out, someone is going to see.” Baekhyun grumbles, trying to shove the other way but Chanyeol only laughs. It probably looks like they’re rough housing like they always do but Baekhyun can feel the way Chanyeol’s fingers skim the crack of his ass.
Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck to drag him back under water, tempted to press their lips together but settles for gently grazing his hand along the bulge in Chanyeol’s trunks.
When they come up for air a second time, Chanyeol pulls his hands away and Baekhyun already misses the warmth.
“Dick.” Baekhyun complains as splashes the younger.
Attempt #7
Sharing showers is nothing uncommon in EXO. That’s why no one even spares Chanyeol and Baekhyun a glance when they head into the bathroom together, towels in hand.
“Saving water saves the planet.” Chanyeol asserts and Baekhyun throws his shirt at the giant’s face.
“Shut up and get in.” He demands, slipping off the rest of his clothes before walking under the spray. The water is warm and relaxes the knots in his muscles, causing the singer to sigh out in relief.
Chanyeol gets in a few moments later, immediately pulling Baekhyun to his chest so both of them can be under the spray. He humors the younger for a bit, letting himself be swayed left and right.
“Wash my hair?” Baekhyun, asks as he tilts his head back far enough to catch Chanyeol’s smile just before he leans down to grab the shampoo.
The younger squirts a good bit into his hands before lathering it through Baekhyun’s dark locks, scratching soothingly at his scalp. Baekhyun shuts his eyes and gets so lost in the sensation that he barely registers when Chanyeol starts to push his lower-half harder than necessary into Baekhyun’s.
Smirking lightly to himself, Baekhyun turns around so he’s facing Chanyeol and tips his head back to wash the white suds away. The water cascades down Baekhyun’s face and when he opens his eyes, Chanyeol is staring at him with a glint of hunger in his eyes.
It’s Baekhyun who leans in first, craning down the taller’s neck to capture his lips. The kiss is wet and water-flavored but that doesn’t stop Chanyeol from slipping his tongue eagerly in the elder’s mouth. Large hands slip down to cup Baekhyun’s ass, pushing him more into Chanyeol’s crotch as they kiss. A shudders runs down Baekhyun’s back despite the warm water.
Baekhyun whines lightly into the taller’s mouth as their cocks rub together. It’s a little awkward at first, because Baekhyun has to stand on the tips of his toes. When he gets tired of that, he wraps his slender hand around both of their cocks and strokes. Chanyeol lets out a strangled groan and bucks up into the touch, nearly sending both of them falling backwards.
It starts to get a little harder to breath in the small space as steam fills the bathroom. Chanyeol’s warm breath is ghosting past Baekhyun’s ears, mumbling obscenities that get him to flick his wrist even faster. The revealing sounds of skin sliding together fill both of their ears but Baekhyun is far too gone to be ashamed. He’s been waiting for this for too long. They both have.
“Baek.” Chanyeol groans softly, reaching down to bat the other’s hand away. He grips Baekhyun’s length instead, stroking with steady hand movements. Baekhyun mirrors the action on Chanyeol, the younger basically fucking into his fist to get the friction he craves so badly.
Leaning forward, Baekhyun starts to mouth at the taller’s collarbone, nipping and sucking a bruise into the skin. Chanyeol’s cock twitches in Baekhyun hand as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down the other’s chest, already prepared to drop to his knees when--
The sound of flushing roars loudly through the bathroom and the sting of cold water causes Baekhyun to jump up, knocking his head into Chanyeol’s jaw loudly.
“Ow, fuck.” Chanyeol groans in pain, grabbing his mouth the same time Baekhyun holds onto his head.
There’s the sound of laughter that’s unmistakably Jongdae and Baekhyun wants to scream, but he also wants to get away from the cold spray of water.
“Fucker.” Baekhyun mumbles as he shuts the water off with a huff. Chanyeol’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth, bleeding slightly from being bitten and Baekhyun sighs.
“Come on you big puppy, let’s put ice on it.”
Attempt 9
A loud beep sounds through the airport as a voice announces the delay of their plane again.
Chanyeol groans and resists the urge to get up in frustration since Baekhyun is dozing off on his shoulder. This is the third time their flight has been delayed and their manager is going crazy talking to the front desk. They have a music show to attend and if they don’t within the next two hours they’ll be late or miss it entirely. At least they don’t have to deal with the fans, having sent out the name of a decoy airport.
The rest of the group is lounging around on the chairs, either on their phones or sleeping. Chanyeol would play a game on his phone to pass the time but he draped a blanket over himself and Baekhyun since the elder was shivering.
“Are we delayed again?” Baekhyun asks suddenly and Chanyeol turns just in time to see Baekhyun yawn, rubbing his eyes. Chanyeol feels a surge of affection when Baekhyun looks up at him with slightly droopy eyes, probably because he’s not fully awake yet.
He nods and Baekhyun groans, leaning all of his weight on the other. Chanyeol expects Baekhyun to just fall back asleep after that but is proven wrong when a hand ghosts past his crotch. He turns to look at the elder but Baekhyun doesn’t acknowledge him, acting as if nothing is happening.
Chanyeol chews on his lower-lip when Baekhyun presses his palm flat on his crotch again, this time gripping his length lightly through the thin fabric. Fuck, why did he wear sweatpants?
The slender hand slides slowly up the length of Chanyeol’s cock before sliding back down, the touch barely there yet effective nonetheless. Chanyeol crosses his legs in an attempt to get Baekhyun to stop considering they’re in public but it only seems to rile the older up more as he full on grabs the organ to give it two strong pumps.
“Jesus, Baek.” Chanyeol whines softly. “We’re in public.” He glances around to make sure no one is paying attention to them.
“Meet me in the bathroom on the next floor then.” Baekhyun instructs before standing up. “You know, when you don’t have to waddle.”
Chanyeol gapes as Baekhyun walks away, grumbling a bit to himself as he waits a few minutes to will his erection to go down some. He’s too impatient to wait though and settles for sliding his hands into his pockets to make the outline of his hard-on less visible. Jongin looks up for a brief moment from where he’s leaning on Kyungsoo’s shoulder but the latter runs his fingers soothingly through the dancer’s hair, stealing his attention away from Chanyeol.
The walk to the next floor is uncomfortable but he walks quickly, hoping that he walks into the right bathroom. It looks empty as the door swings open and Chanyeol frowns slightly as he stands in front of one of the stalls.
“Baek?” He whispers. “Are you in here?”
The stall door swings open then and Chanyeol makes a gangly groan as he’s pulled roughly inside. A soft pair of lips are on his the second the door locks and Chanyeol moans quietly.
“Can you keep quiet?” Baekhyun asks, but there’s a hint of challenge in his voice.
Chanyeol nods in favor of talking, as if trying to prove his point. Baekhyun smiles and pats his cheek lightly before sinking down to his knees, sliding two fingers into the younger’s sweatpants before letting the elastic snap back against his skin.
A jolt runs through Chanyeol’s spine as anticipation takes over. They don’t have anytime for teasing, Baekhyun knows this was just deciding to be a little shit. Baekhyun tugs down his sweatpants and boxers just enough for his cock to swing out, letting both fabrics pool at mid-way at Chanyeol’s thighs.
Chanyeol pushes his fingers through Baekhyun’s dark-locks, not pulling in anyway but just holding the strands in his fingers. He bites hard on his lower-lip as Baekhyun starts to mouth at the underside of his cock, licking a long stripe up it’s length.
Baekhyun looks up at him, eyes still glossed over with drowsiness but have a flare of hunger to them. He sucks harshly on the crown, pink tongue darting out into the slit to lap up the salty pre-cum as Baekhyun’s slender hands wrap around to stroke the shaft.
“Baekhyun, come on.” Chanyeol whines softly, knowing they really don’t have a lot of time before someone notices they’ve both gone missing. Baekhyun seems to relent a bit as he finally slides half of Chanyeol’s cock down his throat, feeling the organ enlarge against his tongue.
When the head of Chanyeol’s cock hits the back of Baekhyun’s throat he breaths through his nose harshly but doesn’t pull away. Chanyeol drops one of his hands down to run his thumb over Baekhyun’s cheekbones as the elder starts to bob his head, lips swollen and stretched out around the shaft of Chanyeol’s cock.
Baekhyun pulls off suddenly, nosing along the length of Chanyeol’s dick before nipping softly at one of his balls. Chanyeol groans so loudly that it echoes and he instantly snaps a hand over his mouth. The elder only smirks as he swallows down the thick cock again, showing no mercy as he takes every inch.
The blaring sound of Girl’s Generation interrupts them and Chanyeol nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound. Baekhyun scrambles to pull his phone out of his pocket, groaning once he sees who’s calling.
“Hello?” Baekhyun answers, his fingers still wrapped delicately around Chanyeol’s length. He strokes a few times before sighing and hanging up the phone. “We need to go like, right now. Our flight is boarding.”
“What? Baekhyun, I have the biggest hard-on!” Chanyeol whines, pointing to his dick to emphasize his point.
Baekhyun sighs and grips the sides of the taller’s face, dragging him down to eye-level. “Remember that time you went to EXO-M’s dorm and walked in Kris sitting on the toilet with his hair in a ponytail and his face mask on?” Chanyeol frowns at the memory but nods. “Think about that. Now, come on we have to go.” His hands linger for a second longer than needed before helping Chanyeol pull his pants back on, cock already softening at his thoughts.
“So, that’s a no to blowjobs on the plane?”
Baekhyun purposefully slams the stall door in his face.
Attempt #13
It’s loud in the bus. They’ve just won another award on a music show and the adrenaline is still pumping through their veins. Their manager agreed to ordering them pizza as a reward when they get back to the hotel, no now they’re all even more excited.
It’s only six of them since their other half left for China two days ago, but they still pile into Joonmyun’s room to talk and eat until late into the night. When Jongin falls asleep on the carpet, they all call it a night.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol room together, like they always do, and it’s no surprise to see that it’s only one large bed instead of two small. Baekhyun lets himself fall onto the sheets, groaning loudly when a heavy weight presses onto his back.
“Get off, giant.” Baekhyun groans. A cold hand slips under Baekhyun’s shirt, resting teasingly on his waist.
“Baekhyunnie.” Chanyeol coos, hands slipping lower until they’re under the waistband of the elder’s sweatpants. “We don’t have a schedule until the afternoon.”
“Don’t call me that.” He grumbles, gasping sharply when Chanyeol grips his ass to knead the soft flesh. Baekhyun arches into the touch, gasping loudly when lithe fingers ghost past his entrance.
A trail of wet kisses is left on Baekhyun’s neck as his pants and underwear are tugged down, exposing his lower-half to the cool air. They haven’t even done anything proper yet and Baekhyun can already feel his cock hardening.
The heat on his back disappears for a moment as Chanyeol digs into his suitcase, pulling out an unopened bottle of lube. Baekhyun has half a mind to ask where he bought that from but immediately gets distracted but how the younger’s long fingers feel skittering against his skin. Chanyeol leans down to place an affectionate kiss on Baekhyun’s temple as he drizzles lube onto his fingers then onto Baekhyun waiting hole.
“Cold.” the elder complains, squirming lightly at the uncomfortable feeling.
“It’ll get better.” Chanyeol promises before bringing Baekhyun’s knees up, letting his lower-half be pushed into the air. A shudder runs down his spine when two fingers circle around Baekhyun’s entrance, pushing in slowly. His mouth falls open at the burn of the stretch but the faint pleasure falls straight to his cock.
Two fingers are a stretch but soon Baekhyun is pushing back onto them, soft gasps and moans falling from his lips with each tug against his rim. A third finger causes a bit of pain, but Chanyeol’s touches and the way he mouths at Baekhyun’s back is a good enough distraction.
“Feel good?” Chanyeol asks as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out, basically ramming them into Baekhyun’s prostate now. Baekhyun’s cheeks burn red as he feels his cock swing between his legs, hot a heavy and already spitting out beads of pre-cum.
“Chanyeol just fuck me already.” Baekhyun demands, his voice breaking halfway through after a particularly harsh brush with his sweet spot. He hears the rustle of a foil packet being torn open but then they’re drowned out by the sound of an alarm.
Baekhyun jolts suddenly and Chanyeol immediately slips his fingers away. They’re both incredibly confused until something dawns onto Baekhyun.
“It’s a fucking a fire alarm.” he shouts over the noise, dropping his hips onto the bed in frustration. He has half a mind to tell Chanyeol to keep going but then there’s a loud knock on their door and a voice telling them they have to get out now.
They scramble around for a few moments, Chanyeol trying to find something to wipe the lube off on and Baekhyun pulling on his underwear and pants, hoping that no one will notice the outline of his hard cock.
When they get down to the lobby, they find out it was just some bratty kid who pulled the alarm for fun. Even so, it still takes two hours for them to be let back into their room. When they do finally get back, Chanyeol throws the opened yet unused condom into the trash before pulling Baekhyun in for a cuddle.
“Let’s sleep and try to forget we were alarm-blocked.”
Baekhyun scoffs. “Easier for you to say, I’m the one who had fingers up his ass.”
Chanyeol smiles and kisses the elder’s forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Attempt #?
“Let’s play too hot.” Jongdae announces loudly, beer sloshing onto the floor.
Most of them are drunk or tipsy, half-taken shots still scattered around their dorm floor. They’re all stressed with hectic schedules and some of their oldest snuck in some bottles. They even turned a blind-eye to their youngest members drinking.
“How do you play?” Sehun asks, his words slurring together slightly.
Jongdae plops down onto the carpet, swinging his arm around Yixing’s shoulder for support. “It’s when two people kiss without stopping. First one to touch the other guy loses. Winner gets whatever he wants.”
“Sounds like an excuse to get into someone’s pants.” Baekhyun observes. “I’m in.”
The first two to go are Sehun and Luhan and the game probably lasts a total of 30 seconds. Sehun grips Luhan’s neck the second the innocent pecks turn into something more. The second round between Kyungsoo and Jongin lasts a bit longer but the hooting and hollering seem to get to them after a few minutes.
Not so surprisingly, the next round is Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They sit in front of each other, hands poised in their laps. There’s a challenging glint in Chanyeol’s eyes as he moves forward before anyway even says go. Baekhyun’s instant reaction is to cup the other’s cheeks but he catches himself at the last second and drops his hands back to his lap.
The kiss is only soft for a few seconds before Chanyeol slips his tongue past Baekhyun’s lips, licking against the roof of his mouth. Baekhyun lets his eyes slip shut and tries to ignore the snickering from Jongdae, focusing only on how soft Chanyeol’s lips feel against his.
The need to reach out and touch grows with the passing second and Baekhyun suddenly really hates Jongdae for suggesting this game. He can feel the way Chanyeol swipes his tongue across his swollen lips, nibbling and biting at them with practiced ease.
Just when Baekhyun doesn’t think he can take anymore, Chanyeol pulls away.
“I lose.” He declares, grabbing Baekhyun’s hand to drag him down the hall and into their shared room. Whatever the other members were saying are cut off when the door is slammed shut behind them.
Chanyeol seals their lips together again, pushing Baekhyun into the mattress. This part is familiar, as it should be from how many times they’ve done it before. In no time at all they’re both stripped of their clothes and Baekhyun is on his back, watching Chanyeol roll on a condom.
Two fingers are pressed into Baekhyun’s entrance and he shuts his eyes at the slight burn. Adding another finger is tighter but Baekhyun still pushes back onto the digits, far too impatient for anything slow tonight.
Slicking up his cock with more lubricant, Chanyeol slips his clean hand under Baekhyun’s back as he aligns himself. The first breach is a little painful and Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut as Chanyeol buries himself to the hilt.
He’s only still for few moments, waiting on Baekhyun to adjust to the stretch, before he starts to thrust earnestly.Chanyeol grips Baekhyun’s thighs tightly, pulling the smaller onto his cock with his snap of his hips.
“Chanyeol, fuck.” Baekhyun breaths. “Harder.” He’s probably loud enough for the other members to hear but at this point neither of them care. Chanyeol brings one of Baekhyun’s legs up to rest on his shoulder to thrust into him at a new angle. The headboard slams against the wall from the power if each movement. The pleasure is fogging up Baekhyun’s mind as he’s rocked forward and the sound of Chanyeol’s hoarse moans just push him closer to the edge.
When Chanyeol wraps a large hand against his length, Baekhyun actually sees stars form in front of his eyes. He spills over Chanyeol’s hand, pleasure raking through his body. It only takes a few more thrusts for Chanyeol to still, spilling into the condom with a deep groan.
They both take a few moments to catch their breath and Baekhyun leans up for a light kiss.
Chanyeol hums lightly against the other’s lips. “How long before you think we can do that again?”
Baekhyun laughs. “Awhile, giant. Awhile.”