Risqué (oneshot)
Risqué; Baekhyun/Chanyeol; NC-17; 5,060 w.
Chanyeol can safely say he hates Baekhyun.
Written for the sncj_reversebb challenge! This is the artwork I wrote for.
Risqué;
Baekhyun’s perfect, a young man who doesn’t possess any flaws. His near pale skin is beautiful without any traces of blemishes, his eyes are perfectly symmetrical and almond-shaped, his lips pretty and pink and profoundly thin that occasionally curls in a slight smile, his fingers are long and slender, almost feminine to a certain degree, not to mention he was incredible when it came to singing and dancing simultaneously. It was no wonder he has the most fans in the group.
Baekhyun’s also a fucking tease, Chanyeol thinks, the way the latter grabs his hands just a little too tight and presses into him just a little too close. Chanyeol hates that the latter can make him hot and bothered without much of an effort. He hates it.
But mostly, he just hates Baekhyun.
There was an instant attraction between Baekhyun and Chanyeol upon meeting for the first time. Very few words were spoken, their eyes slightly glazed and pupils dilated that seemed to be possessed by a kind of fierce light. Their hands were locked for a long time during their handshake that turned clammy from sweat forming between the crevices of their fingers, their eyes fixated at certain spots and the corners of their lips curved upwards just a little.
Chanyeol’s hands were huge, Baekhyun noticed as it practically crowned his own. Chanyeol was also tall, almost a head taller than him, his legs long, wiry, and slender with his thighs nearly proportional to his calves. Baekhyun’s tongue rolled much too slow upon pronouncing “Chanyeol,” and the latter nods, going back into the practice room a few seconds later.
The first meeting wasn’t all that bad for either of them, Baekhyun thinks.
“Wanna go out with Luhan and Sehun for some bubble tea?” It’s about four in the afternoon and Baekhyun was allowed a half an hour break from their choreographer. He presses the slightly damp white towel to his cheeks, ridding of the sweat that collected from his vigorous dance routine.
“Sure,” he exhales with a charitable smile. Chanyeol smiles back with closed lips and swings his sweater around his shoulders, “Great! Hurry and get dressed. Sehun gets a little agitated when he has to wait.”
“Noted,” Baekhyun’s answers were always short and to the point. Chanyeol nods once and leaves the practice room and when he realizes at once that there was really nothing else he could say to keep the conversation flowing.
Ten minutes later, Baekhyun joins the other three outside the building and Sehun scoffs, “Jeez, what took you? We were―”
“Sehun,” Luhan warns, “be nice.”
The youngest purses his bottom lip and exhales, the bangs over his eyes to rippling to the side. “Fine,” he says, grabbing Luhan by his forearm, “let’s go.”
Chanyeol chuckles nervously, watching as the pair in front of them slowly disappears from sight. Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, eyes downcast as he twiddles with his fingers and it’s evident that he’s worried over Sehun’s almost outburst.
“Don’t mind him,” Chanyeol says, sliding an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders, “he can be a little hot headed when it comes to his bubble tea, but Luhan’s always there to keep him in check!” His voice raised just a little that contrasted with his husky, baritone voice. Baekhyun smiles with his eyes and teeth.
“Good to know.”
There was a quaint bubble tea shop at the corner of the street of their company building, well within walking distance. Luhan and Sehun were in front, Sehun making several cute gestures with his hands and occasionally Luhan laughs, the lines near his eyes growing more apparent as he gives the latter’s hair a few good strokes.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were a good few feet behind and stood side by side with a good amount of space separating the two trainees. Chanyeol kept his hands in his pockets, curling and uncurling his fists when they got a bit too clammy.
He occasionally shifts glances from the sidewalk in front of him and Baekhyun. The latter’s walking straight, hands loosely hanging near his sides and eyes looking a bit droopy, probably from lack of sleep.
“You’re a really good singer,” Chanyeol started, “I’ve listened to you a couple times in the practice room. And your dancing isn’t half bad either, it’s pretty smooth I should say.” Baekhyun watches Chanyeol with a raised eyebrow, lips curled in a smirk, “Oh? You’ve been watching me I see.”
Color shows up on Chanyeol’s cheeks and he lowers his head, “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear.” Baekhyun laughs heartily, all teeth and smiles, and hooks a hand around the latter’s arm, “I was only joking Chanyeol. No need to be so flustered.”
Baekhyun presses himself just a bit too close to Chanyeol’s back, fingernails trailing down his arm and linking their hands together. Chanyeol gulps just a little too hard. He watches ahead as Luhan and Sehun enter the shop.
“W-We’re here.” he stammers slightly, missing Baekhyun’s faint chuckle.
Out of everyone else, Baekhyun loves teasing and playing pranks on Chanyeol the most, especially when it comes to food.
For example, Baekhyun always steals his snacks.
“Hyung, have you seen my pork rinds? They were right on my desk the last time I checked…” Joonmyun scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker to the ground, trying to think if he did see a small bag somewhere before.
“Nope, sorry.”
Chanyeol grunts, and after asking everyone else, who gave him the same answer as Joonmyun and retreats to his room. The moment he clicks the door shut, he hears a slight crunch. Baekhyun held a small red bag in one hand, a pork rind in the other.
“Baekhyun what the hell!” He almost lunges towards the latter, grappling the bag from him and when he crushes it from under his fingertips, all he feels is air. His switches his gaze to Baekhyun with furrowed eyebrows when he hears munching sounds from the latter.
Baekhyun’s eyes turn to twinkling crescents as he chews on the rind incessantly and Chanyeol grunts, “Baekhyun, those rinds were on my desk you know.”
“The desk was yours? I didn’t know, I didn’t see your name on it anywhere.” There’s a playful note in Baekhyun’s voice and Chanyeol’s hands turn to tiny fists.
“Playing smart now are we?” Baekhyun almost screams when Chanyeol tackles him on the bed, the former’s head landing on the overly fluffed pillows, thankfully. Baekhyun’s squirming underneath him, the taller male seizing both his wrists in his engorged hand. They’re both laughing like mad until Kyungsoo bangs on their door with loud thumps, yelling at the two to, “keep it down!”
Chanyeol stiffens when footsteps from outside begin to fade out, and he looks down between himself and Baekhyun. He’s sitting in between Baekhyun’s legs, the latter’s chest rising and falling, occasionally chuckling under his breath.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes meekly and doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to respond when he exits the room. He touches both sides of his cheeks with the back of his hands. They’re incredibly hot and he feels his legs trembling slightly. It gets more intense when Kyungsoo catches up to him and scolds him even more for his prior behavior.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes.
On another occasion, Chanyeol left his tea on the table for a few minutes when Joonmyun kindly requested that he take out the garbage. Chortling behind his fingers, Baekhyun adds three tablespoons of salt and even when Chanyeol returned with lips on the rim of his teacup, Baekhyun still couldn’t stop laughing.
Chanyeol stares at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What’s so funny?”
Baekhyun eventually stops but he’s still grinning idiotically, “Sorry, it’s nothing. Go on, drink”, He urged and Chanyeol still doesn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, complying with the latter’s all too kind request.
He scrunches his nose, forming patches of wrinkles on his skin, his lips start to curl, and suddenly, the horrid mixture of green tea and salt spew out of his mouth. Baekhyun’s clapping like a seal, his snort coming out louder than anticipated, and at that point in time, Chanyeol’s nose flares, “Baekhyun you little bitch!”
He would’ve yelled out other obscenities if Kyungsoo hadn’t hit him on the head with a wooden spoon, warning him with his head lowered, “Watch your language.”
“God Kyungsoo you’re such a mother.” He receives another smack and Baekhyun’s practically on the floor, on the brink of crying.
A week later, Chanyeol gets his revenge, with the same tea prank. In one cup, there’s sugar and green tea, and in the other, green tea and salt. He stirs and stirs the components, just until the salt becomes soluble, and this time Chanyeol’s the one smiling with teeth.
Baekhyun’s watching a drama with Kyungsoo and Jongin on the couch. A perfect way, he thinks, to make an even bigger fool out of him.
“Here, I made you some tea.” Chanyeol’s arm is outstretched, his fingers curled around the holder and Baekhyun snickers, pushing the cup towards the latter, “Do you take me for a fool?” He asks, taking what was supposed to be Chanyeol’s cup instead.
Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he laughs as Baekhyun’s the one spitting out the drink this time. “Chanyeol!”
Jongin’s laughing alongside Chanyeol, that is, until Kyungsoo has him by the ears, warning him to stay out of it.
“Payback baby.” Chanyeol says in his English accent and sips on the tea with sugar. It’s sweet, just like revenge.
Baekhyun doesn’t miss the split second of Chanyeol’s well cloaked grin after hearing the two would be sharing a room together from now on. He on the other hand, remained stoic, lips left unsmiling and everyone assumed Baekhyun was unhappy with the arrangement.
“No, I don’t mind at all.” he says, voice rising with a tinge of sweetness at the end, and Chanyeol feels a lump in his throat, almost painful to a certain degree. “Do you, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun reaches behind the latter, hand pressed against his mid-back, fingers spread out, as he soothes the tense muscles and Chanyeol holds his breath.
“No!” He almost shouts, though it wasn’t on purpose, and Joonmyun almost twitches in his seat. “I mean,” Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he clears it a little, “Baekhyun’s cool to share a room with. Yeah.”
Their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad, besides the excruciating pain of feeling of blood rushing to certain places in Chanyeol’s body. He came in to find that Baekhyun had maneuvered their mattresses around; now they stood beside each other and Chanyeol’s feels that lump lodged in his throat again. “Is there a reason why you switched our beds around?”
Baekhyun had only smiled, stripping himself all the while walking towards his bed, “You already know the answer to that, don’t you?” Eyes grow wide and pupils dilate when Baekhyun slips thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, having it fall to feet in a tangled mess along with his skinny jeans and dress shirt, and drops himself on his mattress, head into the pillow and ass in plain sight.
“I like to sleep naked.” Teeth sink into Chanyeol’s bottom lip as Baekhyun brings his legs up, swinging them back and forth and the former thinks this boy is enjoying this, whatever it was he was trying so hard to accomplish, “but I’m sure you won’t mind, right?”
Fuck you fuck you fuck you is what Chanyeol really wants to say, “No, I don’t.” Chanyeol smiles through gritted teeth and suddenly its ten degrees hotter in the room, and he’s grasping the collar of his white t-shirt, now almost laughing under his breath. Baekhyun has an eyebrow slightly raised, tracing the bluish green vein on the underside of Chanyeol’s neck, eyes casting downwards and stopping just at the center of Chanyeol’s crotch.
“Is there something―”
“I, I need to pee!”
Chanyeol can feel Baekhyun’s eyes staring into his back as he shuffles outside and towards the bathroom, accidentally knocking down a few boxes splayed in the hallway and ignoring the angry ramblings of Kyungsoo as his hands quiver when he tries to turn the lock. His pajamas and boxers are now at his feet, hands working on his hardened cock, and curses fly out of his mouth, some being fucking fuck shit bitch and other obscenities he can’t quite remember.
Fingers wrap themselves around the base of his cock, thumb resting on the head of his penis, occasionally pressing down a bit and now he’s close to weeping in fulfillment. His hands are working in quick, angry motions, his grip getting tighter with every second that goes by and still, he’s unable to reach that high peak.
His eyes are closed now, chin held high and lips parted as he imagines Baekhyun’s small pretty lips surrounding his cock as he fists the boy’s hair, hips snapping into his mouth. He almost screams as he finally comes hard into the sink when he pictures Baekhyun’s pert ass around his cock.
“Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol repeats as he rides out his orgasm, every syllable coming out in deep, raspy breaths, and then he slumps against the door, chest rising and falling as he inhales and exhales through his lips.
He disregards the constant knocking from Jongin, something about him having to take a shit, and he thinks that was undoubtedly the best orgasm he’s ever experienced.
Yeah, their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad either.
Baekhyun is difficult to decipher, according to Chanyeol. By day, he’s playful to everyone, lively, makes these cute little gestures that make everyone flail and wince all at the same time in adoration. Chanyeol did indeed fall for his antics a few times. Baekhyun may have joined the company late, but he’s no doubt the most cunning and tactful out of EXO when it comes to fan service.
By night, gone are all the glimmering eyes that turn to sultry looking ones, and gone are the humble grins that turn to suggestive smirks. Chanyeol was always quite afraid of the latter’s sudden transformation by the time they reach their dorm. The other members aren’t even aware of his sexual side like Chanyeol. They only know he’s a troublemaker, and if paired with the latter, there would be utter chaos.
This was becoming a dangerous pattern for the both of them; Baekhyun would strip all the way down to his socks before heading to bed, and Chanyeol would excuse himself, furiously jacking himself off in the bathroom before the latter notices anything suspicious. But he knows though, that Baekhyun is aware of every sexual thought that goes through his mind.
It’s no surprise that Chanyeol is attracted to Baekhyun, and so is Baekhyun to Chanyeol. A few months have gone by at the speed of the blink of an eye, but there have been minimal changes with regard to their unusual behavior as roommates.
Chanyeol’s heart jumps to his throat when Baekhyun grapples his hand just as he was about to leave for the bathroom. “Baekhyun?” He squeaks his name, and Baekhyun heaves out a throaty laugh.
“Don’t go. Stay.”
This is dangerous, this is very dangerous, he thinks as Baekhyun ushers him towards the bed, the latter’s hands coming up to rest on Chanyeol’s chest. Dilated pupils are locked on each other’s as Chanyeol follows his movements obediently; stopping just as his feet meet the foot of the bed frame.
“Baekhyun―”
“Shh.”
Chanyeol’s now seated comfortably on Baekhyun’s mattress, elbows perched near his sides to support his arched upper body. Baekhyun sits beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them and slips the buttons through the small apertures of his cotton shirt, mouth slightly agape and eyes intensely staring into Chanyeol’s uncertain ones.
“Take off your clothes.” Baekhyun orders quietly, now kicking off his skinny jeans and boxers that clung to him from the midsummer heat. Chanyeol nods once and slips his t-shirt over his head, all the while staring into the ground as he removes his pants and boxers in one go.
Chanyeol knows this is a bad idea, he knows for a fact that in the long run, he might regret ever doing this as well as Baekhyun. Yet he still finds himself silently obeying the latter’s every plea, every command even, and he wishes he could just say no. Perhaps he wants this as much as Baekhyun. Perhaps not. Whatever it is, Chanyeol can’t seem to get himself out of this predicament no matter how much he tries, and it frustrates him to no end.
“Touch yourself and I’ll watch.” Baekhyun says, resting his head against the headboard, waiting for Chanyeol to make the first move with a toothy grin stretched across his face. Chanyeol gulps once, twice, and his hand twitches a few times, his mind in a whirlwind of emotions, cheeks flushed at the sight of the both of them naked and so, so close to each other.
He exhales sharply when he grabs the head of his penis, and watches Baekhyun glides his tongue teasingly and painfully slow across his now glossy lips, the latter’s eyes never leaving the former’s cock. Chanyeol hesitatingly touches himself a few times before withdrawing his hand, surprised when Baekhyun almost yells in disapproval.
“Stop being such a pussy and do it!” Chanyeol’s mouth flies open at the latter’s colorful vocabulary because he’s generally an all around nice and polite person, with the exception of tonight. Chanyeol nods once again, closing his eyes as he wraps four fingers around the base of his cock and applies a bit of pressure to it, sliding his hand up and down in slow motions and he doesn’t even know when these weird little squeaks came from his mouth until Baekhyun tells him to be more vocal.
Chanyeol opens his eyes this time and the first thing he sees is Baekhyun’s enlarged cock resting on his stomach and he too gives his own a few good strokes. “You’re so hot Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans quietly, and this urges the taller male to quicken his pace, “I wish you could fuck me right now.” Baekhyun’s biting the corner of his lips, stroking himself slowly as he uses his other hand to play with his balls.
“Oh god,” Chanyeol breathes out, and his hand’s now curled tighter against the base, his hand quick and skilled at moving in an upward downward motion and he squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body jerking and convulsing and when the orgasm hits, he comes in long spurts against his stomach, his elbows giving out so that he’s lying on his back.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun elongates his name at the last syllable, legs twitching and head thrown aback when he comes shortly after into the white sheets. Baekhyun slumps against the pillows and Chanyeol turns to face the former, drawing nearer for a chaste kiss.
He blinks a few times when Baekhyun raises his arms to push him away.
“Don’t kiss me,” he says and Chanyeol doesn’t know why his words hurt more than it should. He retreats immediately, and Baekhyun, still breathing hard through the crack of his lips, sits upright.
“Why not?” Chanyeol couldn’t seem to bite back the need to ask and Baekhyun smiles, “I just don’t want you to, that’s all.”
Neither says anything for a while, and instead of prodding for a more elaborate answer, Chanyeol retreats to his bed for the night.
Chanyeol honestly found it awkward to even face Baekhyun the next day, although the latter was still as playful and calm as ever, almost as if last night never happened. And then Chanyeol thought momentarily, did last night really happen? And then he remembers, there was still dried semen on Baekhyun’s sheets that they forgot to clean the night before. He just hopes and prays that Kyungsoo doesn’t suspect anything.
They were at the airport heading to Tokyo for their SMTOWN concert, and there were fan girls surrounding them from all corners, snapping photos and recording videos of their every move. Chanyeol stood right behind Baekhyun, managing to keep a considerable distance, when, the latter takes hold of his hands, placing them on his shoulders.
“Stop acting so weird,” Baekhyun warned quietly but audible enough for Chanyeol, “the fans will know something is up, so be natural.” The taller male clasps onto Baekhyun’s shoulder blades as requested, and from all the tugging and pulling of the fans, Chanyeol somehow lunges forward, knocking himself into Baekhyun and both yelp simultaneously.
They were practically molded into one at this point, and Chanyeol’s turn to a light shade of pink when his crotch presses tightly against the curve of Baekhyun’s ass. They were fixated in the same spot for several seconds, and when Chanyeol tries to pull away, Baekhyun presses himself further back, reaching backwards for the former’s hips.
“Baekhyun, stop it! What if someone―”
“Relax,” Baekhyun says nonchalantly, dipping his hips further back and Chanyeol clings to him even more, sinking himself into the former’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, “the airport’s too crowded anyway. Just calm down.”
Chanyeol hated Baekhyun at that point, because he was left with an almost painful erection while the latter stood, watching from afar and chuckling quietly to himself. Chanyeol knew he’d have to pay.
Despite Baekhyun’s futile attempts not to, Chanyeol has him locked, fingers practically digging into the back of the shorter male’s neck and kisses him, all sloppy and wet. Baekhyun brings his hands up, trying to push away at Chanyeol, but after a few seconds they find their way around his waist, pulling him closer as he reciprocates the kiss.
This must be Chanyeol’s first time, Baekhyun thinks as he smiles against the latter’s lips. The kiss is too wet, and every few seconds Chanyeol pulls away for some air, and then goes back in again. At one point, Baekhyun starts laughing when he pulls away, and Chanyeol blushes, deciding to end it right there.
However Baekhyun takes him by the hand, guiding them towards his bed and he lies down on his back, legs bent, perched up, and widely parted, ushering Chanyeol to sit between them. Again, he hesitates for a bit, then crawls slowly, erection on top of erection and bends down for another kiss, until Baekhyun places a short finger on his lips.
“Open your mouth,” he commands softly and Chanyeol does what he’s told, slightly parting his lips and Baekhyun slips his tongue in, prodding Chanyeol’s playfully and they’re both panting in each other’s mouths. The shorter male hooks both legs around Chanyeol’s waist, bucking his hips into the latter’s and they’re both mewling in each other’s mouths from the cloying friction.
Baekhyun’s an expert at kissing, especially the way he hooks his teeth into Chanyeol’s bottom lip, pulling on the skin lightly and drawing it into his mouth. He nibbles on it for a few seconds, sucking on it every now and then and when he pulls away, it’s all red and blotchy and Chanyeol thinks he sees stars.
“And that is how you kiss.” Baekhyun breathes out, reaching for Chanyeol again.
This was going on for a while, Chanyeol and Baekhyun masturbating with parted lips as they stare at each other, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. The older male likes to take it slow, hands practically cascading over his cock tantalizingly as he calls out for Chanyeol. Chanyeol on the other hand, is an impatient one; he doesn’t like to wait and when he doesn’t get his way he becomes frustrated and agitated.
He’s tried multiple times to touch Baekhyun, to give him the best (more like sloppy) blowjob of his life but the latter always refuses, pushing the taller male away with the heel of his foot. When Chanyeol asks why, he replies, “This is enough for me.”
Chanyeol wishes he could say the same. Watching Baekhyun as they masturbate together doesn’t come close to fulfillment for him. He wants, no, needs more. He needs to feel Baekhyun, needs more skin against skin.
Today would be different, Chanyeol thinks as he removes the remains of his clothing as Baekhyun retreats to his bed. Now fully bare, Chanyeol walks over to Baekhyun’s side, ignoring the latter crawling backwards against the headboard when he notices he’s too close this time.
“What are y―” Chanyeol’s gotten much better at kissing. He’s no longer awkward, trying to remove himself because of lack of oxygen because now he can actually breathe through his nose this time. He doesn’t try to practically eat at Baekhyun’s face every chance he gets. If he’s learned one thing from Baekhyun, it’s to take things slow no matter how difficult it can be.
Baekhyun’s arms find their way around Chanyeol’s neck, head tilting slightly to the side as he parts his lips. Tongues met, teeth clash, and things get messy from there. Chanyeol’s lips find their way over Baekhyun’s tongue, nibbling and sucking on the pink muscle and the latter’s hands move up to the taller male’s head, biting his scalp with his fingernails.
Baekhyun flinches back when Chanyeol dips his hips forward, arching his back and their erections rub against each other. The taller male digs long fingernails into Baekhyun’s lower hips, keeping him still as he continues his ministrations, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.
“Chanyeol, stop.” This time it sounds more like a plead than a command, but this time Chanyeol refuses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and Baekhyun breaks their French kiss, throwing his back against the wooden board, biting his moist lips in an attempt to hold back. Now their roles were reversed. Now, Baekhyun’s the needy one as Chanyeol mercilessly teases him with their pressed cocks.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” Chanyeol’s voice is dripping with sex and Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, fingers curling into the warm sheets as he pants into the latter’s neck, “but I can’t because you won’t let me, right?”
He grunts when he slips his cock near Baekhyun’s entrance, and the young man underneath him twitches uncontrollably. “That’s right, I won’t.” Baekhyun gasps, grappling Chanyeol’s head down to aim at his Adam’s apple.
“Oh god Baekhyun,” Chanyeol moans, placing much emphasis on the latter’s name as Baekhyun licks the center of his neck, drawing the patch of skin into his mouth and bites down on it, hard.
“N-Not so rough Baekhyun, we have a photoshoot tomorrow.” Chanyeol reminds him and now Baekhyun’s the one chuckling. He finally releases after a few seconds, the area turning slightly pink and the shorter male grins, because by tomorrow it should turn to a lovely purple shade.
Chanyeol presses his cock further against Baekhyun’s entrance and the latter practically whimpers, trying to scramble away until the taller male has him by his ankle. “It’s okay,” Chanyeol coos, slipping a hand between their bodies, taking hold of both their cocks, “I’m not going to fuck you. I want to try something else.”
Baekhyun nods, eyes fluttering and Chanyeol laughs quietly, rubbing the head of their penises together with his thumb as he slides his fingers up and down their shafts. “Chanyeol,” Baekhyun rasps out, hands coming up to grip the latter’s ass, “don’t stop, it feels so good.”
“Does it?” Chanyeol teases, using his other hand to play with their balls, pinching and stroking them while he quickens his pace. Baekhyun almost screams, one hand still over Chanyeol’s ass as he uses his other to clasp over his mouth, his shouts coming out in small squeaks.
“Yes, so good.”
Chanyeol’s grip on their cocks tighten, feeling as they grow larger and harder and he knew they both wouldn’t last longer than a minute, especially with the way Baekhyun tosses his head from side to side against the pillows, chanting his name over and over. His movements are quick now, massaging their balls and thrusting against Baekhyun’s hips.
Chanyeol doesn’t know how he’s lasted this long already, how he’s not a crying mess right now but a composed, almost skilled person at his handjob. He surprises himself sometimes.
Releasing their balls, Chanyeol stealthily reaches down at Baekhyun’s entrance again, prodding a finger around the rim and Baekhyun shakes his head, “no Chanyeol, please don’t.” It wasn’t that Baekhyun had a problem with Chanyeol touching him, no. He just didn’t want to lose himself and get deeper and deeper in sex and an uncommitted relationship.
Then again, things escalated this far already, and he finds himself arching his back when Chanyeol slips a finger in, wiggling and thrusting it in slowly. “M-More.” Baekhyun breathes out, knuckles turning as white as the sheets as he grips them just a little too hard.
“Can you imagine if this was my cock instead?” Chanyeol asks, slipping in another finger, curling it around a few times, trying to find his prostate. His movements are a little stiff, sometimes pushing in each finger just a bit too rough and Baekhyun has to each time bite back the need to wince in pain, but he puts up with it in the end.
Chanyeol switches to a new angle and when Baekhyun shouts, “oh god!” that’s when he knew he found it. Sitting on his knees, Chanyeol takes hold of their penises again, rubbing their shafts together and thrusts three fingers into Baekhyun all at once, both their speeches full of incoherency while their eyes flutter open and close.
Baekhyun’s the first to come, his semen landing on his stomach, Chanyeol’s stomach, and their cocks. After about a minute, Chanyeol is next to come in long, white strings and after pumping himself a few more times, he collapses onto Baekhyun, all spent and sticky.
Baekhyun laughs, slapping the younger male’s back, “Get up Chanyeol, I feel gross.”
“No.” Chanyeol murmurs against the latter’s shoulder before giving it a chaste kiss. Baekhyun smiles this time, full of teeth just like he usually does during their fansigns and music shows.
“I really wish I did fuck you though.” Slight disappointment was evident in Chanyeol’s voice, and Baekhyun soothes his back, placing his lips on the side of his head. “I’m going to pull a Yifan,” he practically giggles and Chanyeol sits up, raising an eyebrow at the latter’s odd statement.
“Maybe next time.”
Chanyeol can safely say he hates Baekhyun.
Written for the sncj_reversebb challenge! This is the artwork I wrote for.
Risqué;
Baekhyun’s perfect, a young man who doesn’t possess any flaws. His near pale skin is beautiful without any traces of blemishes, his eyes are perfectly symmetrical and almond-shaped, his lips pretty and pink and profoundly thin that occasionally curls in a slight smile, his fingers are long and slender, almost feminine to a certain degree, not to mention he was incredible when it came to singing and dancing simultaneously. It was no wonder he has the most fans in the group.
Baekhyun’s also a fucking tease, Chanyeol thinks, the way the latter grabs his hands just a little too tight and presses into him just a little too close. Chanyeol hates that the latter can make him hot and bothered without much of an effort. He hates it.
But mostly, he just hates Baekhyun.
There was an instant attraction between Baekhyun and Chanyeol upon meeting for the first time. Very few words were spoken, their eyes slightly glazed and pupils dilated that seemed to be possessed by a kind of fierce light. Their hands were locked for a long time during their handshake that turned clammy from sweat forming between the crevices of their fingers, their eyes fixated at certain spots and the corners of their lips curved upwards just a little.
Chanyeol’s hands were huge, Baekhyun noticed as it practically crowned his own. Chanyeol was also tall, almost a head taller than him, his legs long, wiry, and slender with his thighs nearly proportional to his calves. Baekhyun’s tongue rolled much too slow upon pronouncing “Chanyeol,” and the latter nods, going back into the practice room a few seconds later.
The first meeting wasn’t all that bad for either of them, Baekhyun thinks.
“Wanna go out with Luhan and Sehun for some bubble tea?” It’s about four in the afternoon and Baekhyun was allowed a half an hour break from their choreographer. He presses the slightly damp white towel to his cheeks, ridding of the sweat that collected from his vigorous dance routine.
“Sure,” he exhales with a charitable smile. Chanyeol smiles back with closed lips and swings his sweater around his shoulders, “Great! Hurry and get dressed. Sehun gets a little agitated when he has to wait.”
“Noted,” Baekhyun’s answers were always short and to the point. Chanyeol nods once and leaves the practice room and when he realizes at once that there was really nothing else he could say to keep the conversation flowing.
Ten minutes later, Baekhyun joins the other three outside the building and Sehun scoffs, “Jeez, what took you? We were―”
“Sehun,” Luhan warns, “be nice.”
The youngest purses his bottom lip and exhales, the bangs over his eyes to rippling to the side. “Fine,” he says, grabbing Luhan by his forearm, “let’s go.”
Chanyeol chuckles nervously, watching as the pair in front of them slowly disappears from sight. Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, eyes downcast as he twiddles with his fingers and it’s evident that he’s worried over Sehun’s almost outburst.
“Don’t mind him,” Chanyeol says, sliding an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders, “he can be a little hot headed when it comes to his bubble tea, but Luhan’s always there to keep him in check!” His voice raised just a little that contrasted with his husky, baritone voice. Baekhyun smiles with his eyes and teeth.
“Good to know.”
There was a quaint bubble tea shop at the corner of the street of their company building, well within walking distance. Luhan and Sehun were in front, Sehun making several cute gestures with his hands and occasionally Luhan laughs, the lines near his eyes growing more apparent as he gives the latter’s hair a few good strokes.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were a good few feet behind and stood side by side with a good amount of space separating the two trainees. Chanyeol kept his hands in his pockets, curling and uncurling his fists when they got a bit too clammy.
He occasionally shifts glances from the sidewalk in front of him and Baekhyun. The latter’s walking straight, hands loosely hanging near his sides and eyes looking a bit droopy, probably from lack of sleep.
“You’re a really good singer,” Chanyeol started, “I’ve listened to you a couple times in the practice room. And your dancing isn’t half bad either, it’s pretty smooth I should say.” Baekhyun watches Chanyeol with a raised eyebrow, lips curled in a smirk, “Oh? You’ve been watching me I see.”
Color shows up on Chanyeol’s cheeks and he lowers his head, “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear.” Baekhyun laughs heartily, all teeth and smiles, and hooks a hand around the latter’s arm, “I was only joking Chanyeol. No need to be so flustered.”
Baekhyun presses himself just a bit too close to Chanyeol’s back, fingernails trailing down his arm and linking their hands together. Chanyeol gulps just a little too hard. He watches ahead as Luhan and Sehun enter the shop.
“W-We’re here.” he stammers slightly, missing Baekhyun’s faint chuckle.
Out of everyone else, Baekhyun loves teasing and playing pranks on Chanyeol the most, especially when it comes to food.
For example, Baekhyun always steals his snacks.
“Hyung, have you seen my pork rinds? They were right on my desk the last time I checked…” Joonmyun scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker to the ground, trying to think if he did see a small bag somewhere before.
“Nope, sorry.”
Chanyeol grunts, and after asking everyone else, who gave him the same answer as Joonmyun and retreats to his room. The moment he clicks the door shut, he hears a slight crunch. Baekhyun held a small red bag in one hand, a pork rind in the other.
“Baekhyun what the hell!” He almost lunges towards the latter, grappling the bag from him and when he crushes it from under his fingertips, all he feels is air. His switches his gaze to Baekhyun with furrowed eyebrows when he hears munching sounds from the latter.
Baekhyun’s eyes turn to twinkling crescents as he chews on the rind incessantly and Chanyeol grunts, “Baekhyun, those rinds were on my desk you know.”
“The desk was yours? I didn’t know, I didn’t see your name on it anywhere.” There’s a playful note in Baekhyun’s voice and Chanyeol’s hands turn to tiny fists.
“Playing smart now are we?” Baekhyun almost screams when Chanyeol tackles him on the bed, the former’s head landing on the overly fluffed pillows, thankfully. Baekhyun’s squirming underneath him, the taller male seizing both his wrists in his engorged hand. They’re both laughing like mad until Kyungsoo bangs on their door with loud thumps, yelling at the two to, “keep it down!”
Chanyeol stiffens when footsteps from outside begin to fade out, and he looks down between himself and Baekhyun. He’s sitting in between Baekhyun’s legs, the latter’s chest rising and falling, occasionally chuckling under his breath.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes meekly and doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to respond when he exits the room. He touches both sides of his cheeks with the back of his hands. They’re incredibly hot and he feels his legs trembling slightly. It gets more intense when Kyungsoo catches up to him and scolds him even more for his prior behavior.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes.
On another occasion, Chanyeol left his tea on the table for a few minutes when Joonmyun kindly requested that he take out the garbage. Chortling behind his fingers, Baekhyun adds three tablespoons of salt and even when Chanyeol returned with lips on the rim of his teacup, Baekhyun still couldn’t stop laughing.
Chanyeol stares at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What’s so funny?”
Baekhyun eventually stops but he’s still grinning idiotically, “Sorry, it’s nothing. Go on, drink”, He urged and Chanyeol still doesn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, complying with the latter’s all too kind request.
He scrunches his nose, forming patches of wrinkles on his skin, his lips start to curl, and suddenly, the horrid mixture of green tea and salt spew out of his mouth. Baekhyun’s clapping like a seal, his snort coming out louder than anticipated, and at that point in time, Chanyeol’s nose flares, “Baekhyun you little bitch!”
He would’ve yelled out other obscenities if Kyungsoo hadn’t hit him on the head with a wooden spoon, warning him with his head lowered, “Watch your language.”
“God Kyungsoo you’re such a mother.” He receives another smack and Baekhyun’s practically on the floor, on the brink of crying.
A week later, Chanyeol gets his revenge, with the same tea prank. In one cup, there’s sugar and green tea, and in the other, green tea and salt. He stirs and stirs the components, just until the salt becomes soluble, and this time Chanyeol’s the one smiling with teeth.
Baekhyun’s watching a drama with Kyungsoo and Jongin on the couch. A perfect way, he thinks, to make an even bigger fool out of him.
“Here, I made you some tea.” Chanyeol’s arm is outstretched, his fingers curled around the holder and Baekhyun snickers, pushing the cup towards the latter, “Do you take me for a fool?” He asks, taking what was supposed to be Chanyeol’s cup instead.
Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he laughs as Baekhyun’s the one spitting out the drink this time. “Chanyeol!”
Jongin’s laughing alongside Chanyeol, that is, until Kyungsoo has him by the ears, warning him to stay out of it.
“Payback baby.” Chanyeol says in his English accent and sips on the tea with sugar. It’s sweet, just like revenge.
Baekhyun doesn’t miss the split second of Chanyeol’s well cloaked grin after hearing the two would be sharing a room together from now on. He on the other hand, remained stoic, lips left unsmiling and everyone assumed Baekhyun was unhappy with the arrangement.
“No, I don’t mind at all.” he says, voice rising with a tinge of sweetness at the end, and Chanyeol feels a lump in his throat, almost painful to a certain degree. “Do you, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun reaches behind the latter, hand pressed against his mid-back, fingers spread out, as he soothes the tense muscles and Chanyeol holds his breath.
“No!” He almost shouts, though it wasn’t on purpose, and Joonmyun almost twitches in his seat. “I mean,” Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he clears it a little, “Baekhyun’s cool to share a room with. Yeah.”
Their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad, besides the excruciating pain of feeling of blood rushing to certain places in Chanyeol’s body. He came in to find that Baekhyun had maneuvered their mattresses around; now they stood beside each other and Chanyeol’s feels that lump lodged in his throat again. “Is there a reason why you switched our beds around?”
Baekhyun had only smiled, stripping himself all the while walking towards his bed, “You already know the answer to that, don’t you?” Eyes grow wide and pupils dilate when Baekhyun slips thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, having it fall to feet in a tangled mess along with his skinny jeans and dress shirt, and drops himself on his mattress, head into the pillow and ass in plain sight.
“I like to sleep naked.” Teeth sink into Chanyeol’s bottom lip as Baekhyun brings his legs up, swinging them back and forth and the former thinks this boy is enjoying this, whatever it was he was trying so hard to accomplish, “but I’m sure you won’t mind, right?”
Fuck you fuck you fuck you is what Chanyeol really wants to say, “No, I don’t.” Chanyeol smiles through gritted teeth and suddenly its ten degrees hotter in the room, and he’s grasping the collar of his white t-shirt, now almost laughing under his breath. Baekhyun has an eyebrow slightly raised, tracing the bluish green vein on the underside of Chanyeol’s neck, eyes casting downwards and stopping just at the center of Chanyeol’s crotch.
“Is there something―”
“I, I need to pee!”
Chanyeol can feel Baekhyun’s eyes staring into his back as he shuffles outside and towards the bathroom, accidentally knocking down a few boxes splayed in the hallway and ignoring the angry ramblings of Kyungsoo as his hands quiver when he tries to turn the lock. His pajamas and boxers are now at his feet, hands working on his hardened cock, and curses fly out of his mouth, some being fucking fuck shit bitch and other obscenities he can’t quite remember.
Fingers wrap themselves around the base of his cock, thumb resting on the head of his penis, occasionally pressing down a bit and now he’s close to weeping in fulfillment. His hands are working in quick, angry motions, his grip getting tighter with every second that goes by and still, he’s unable to reach that high peak.
His eyes are closed now, chin held high and lips parted as he imagines Baekhyun’s small pretty lips surrounding his cock as he fists the boy’s hair, hips snapping into his mouth. He almost screams as he finally comes hard into the sink when he pictures Baekhyun’s pert ass around his cock.
“Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol repeats as he rides out his orgasm, every syllable coming out in deep, raspy breaths, and then he slumps against the door, chest rising and falling as he inhales and exhales through his lips.
He disregards the constant knocking from Jongin, something about him having to take a shit, and he thinks that was undoubtedly the best orgasm he’s ever experienced.
Yeah, their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad either.
Baekhyun is difficult to decipher, according to Chanyeol. By day, he’s playful to everyone, lively, makes these cute little gestures that make everyone flail and wince all at the same time in adoration. Chanyeol did indeed fall for his antics a few times. Baekhyun may have joined the company late, but he’s no doubt the most cunning and tactful out of EXO when it comes to fan service.
By night, gone are all the glimmering eyes that turn to sultry looking ones, and gone are the humble grins that turn to suggestive smirks. Chanyeol was always quite afraid of the latter’s sudden transformation by the time they reach their dorm. The other members aren’t even aware of his sexual side like Chanyeol. They only know he’s a troublemaker, and if paired with the latter, there would be utter chaos.
This was becoming a dangerous pattern for the both of them; Baekhyun would strip all the way down to his socks before heading to bed, and Chanyeol would excuse himself, furiously jacking himself off in the bathroom before the latter notices anything suspicious. But he knows though, that Baekhyun is aware of every sexual thought that goes through his mind.
It’s no surprise that Chanyeol is attracted to Baekhyun, and so is Baekhyun to Chanyeol. A few months have gone by at the speed of the blink of an eye, but there have been minimal changes with regard to their unusual behavior as roommates.
Chanyeol’s heart jumps to his throat when Baekhyun grapples his hand just as he was about to leave for the bathroom. “Baekhyun?” He squeaks his name, and Baekhyun heaves out a throaty laugh.
“Don’t go. Stay.”
This is dangerous, this is very dangerous, he thinks as Baekhyun ushers him towards the bed, the latter’s hands coming up to rest on Chanyeol’s chest. Dilated pupils are locked on each other’s as Chanyeol follows his movements obediently; stopping just as his feet meet the foot of the bed frame.
“Baekhyun―”
“Shh.”
Chanyeol’s now seated comfortably on Baekhyun’s mattress, elbows perched near his sides to support his arched upper body. Baekhyun sits beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them and slips the buttons through the small apertures of his cotton shirt, mouth slightly agape and eyes intensely staring into Chanyeol’s uncertain ones.
“Take off your clothes.” Baekhyun orders quietly, now kicking off his skinny jeans and boxers that clung to him from the midsummer heat. Chanyeol nods once and slips his t-shirt over his head, all the while staring into the ground as he removes his pants and boxers in one go.
Chanyeol knows this is a bad idea, he knows for a fact that in the long run, he might regret ever doing this as well as Baekhyun. Yet he still finds himself silently obeying the latter’s every plea, every command even, and he wishes he could just say no. Perhaps he wants this as much as Baekhyun. Perhaps not. Whatever it is, Chanyeol can’t seem to get himself out of this predicament no matter how much he tries, and it frustrates him to no end.
“Touch yourself and I’ll watch.” Baekhyun says, resting his head against the headboard, waiting for Chanyeol to make the first move with a toothy grin stretched across his face. Chanyeol gulps once, twice, and his hand twitches a few times, his mind in a whirlwind of emotions, cheeks flushed at the sight of the both of them naked and so, so close to each other.
He exhales sharply when he grabs the head of his penis, and watches Baekhyun glides his tongue teasingly and painfully slow across his now glossy lips, the latter’s eyes never leaving the former’s cock. Chanyeol hesitatingly touches himself a few times before withdrawing his hand, surprised when Baekhyun almost yells in disapproval.
“Stop being such a pussy and do it!” Chanyeol’s mouth flies open at the latter’s colorful vocabulary because he’s generally an all around nice and polite person, with the exception of tonight. Chanyeol nods once again, closing his eyes as he wraps four fingers around the base of his cock and applies a bit of pressure to it, sliding his hand up and down in slow motions and he doesn’t even know when these weird little squeaks came from his mouth until Baekhyun tells him to be more vocal.
Chanyeol opens his eyes this time and the first thing he sees is Baekhyun’s enlarged cock resting on his stomach and he too gives his own a few good strokes. “You’re so hot Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans quietly, and this urges the taller male to quicken his pace, “I wish you could fuck me right now.” Baekhyun’s biting the corner of his lips, stroking himself slowly as he uses his other hand to play with his balls.
“Oh god,” Chanyeol breathes out, and his hand’s now curled tighter against the base, his hand quick and skilled at moving in an upward downward motion and he squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body jerking and convulsing and when the orgasm hits, he comes in long spurts against his stomach, his elbows giving out so that he’s lying on his back.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun elongates his name at the last syllable, legs twitching and head thrown aback when he comes shortly after into the white sheets. Baekhyun slumps against the pillows and Chanyeol turns to face the former, drawing nearer for a chaste kiss.
He blinks a few times when Baekhyun raises his arms to push him away.
“Don’t kiss me,” he says and Chanyeol doesn’t know why his words hurt more than it should. He retreats immediately, and Baekhyun, still breathing hard through the crack of his lips, sits upright.
“Why not?” Chanyeol couldn’t seem to bite back the need to ask and Baekhyun smiles, “I just don’t want you to, that’s all.”
Neither says anything for a while, and instead of prodding for a more elaborate answer, Chanyeol retreats to his bed for the night.
Chanyeol honestly found it awkward to even face Baekhyun the next day, although the latter was still as playful and calm as ever, almost as if last night never happened. And then Chanyeol thought momentarily, did last night really happen? And then he remembers, there was still dried semen on Baekhyun’s sheets that they forgot to clean the night before. He just hopes and prays that Kyungsoo doesn’t suspect anything.
They were at the airport heading to Tokyo for their SMTOWN concert, and there were fan girls surrounding them from all corners, snapping photos and recording videos of their every move. Chanyeol stood right behind Baekhyun, managing to keep a considerable distance, when, the latter takes hold of his hands, placing them on his shoulders.
“Stop acting so weird,” Baekhyun warned quietly but audible enough for Chanyeol, “the fans will know something is up, so be natural.” The taller male clasps onto Baekhyun’s shoulder blades as requested, and from all the tugging and pulling of the fans, Chanyeol somehow lunges forward, knocking himself into Baekhyun and both yelp simultaneously.
They were practically molded into one at this point, and Chanyeol’s turn to a light shade of pink when his crotch presses tightly against the curve of Baekhyun’s ass. They were fixated in the same spot for several seconds, and when Chanyeol tries to pull away, Baekhyun presses himself further back, reaching backwards for the former’s hips.
“Baekhyun, stop it! What if someone―”
“Relax,” Baekhyun says nonchalantly, dipping his hips further back and Chanyeol clings to him even more, sinking himself into the former’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, “the airport’s too crowded anyway. Just calm down.”
Chanyeol hated Baekhyun at that point, because he was left with an almost painful erection while the latter stood, watching from afar and chuckling quietly to himself. Chanyeol knew he’d have to pay.
Despite Baekhyun’s futile attempts not to, Chanyeol has him locked, fingers practically digging into the back of the shorter male’s neck and kisses him, all sloppy and wet. Baekhyun brings his hands up, trying to push away at Chanyeol, but after a few seconds they find their way around his waist, pulling him closer as he reciprocates the kiss.
This must be Chanyeol’s first time, Baekhyun thinks as he smiles against the latter’s lips. The kiss is too wet, and every few seconds Chanyeol pulls away for some air, and then goes back in again. At one point, Baekhyun starts laughing when he pulls away, and Chanyeol blushes, deciding to end it right there.
However Baekhyun takes him by the hand, guiding them towards his bed and he lies down on his back, legs bent, perched up, and widely parted, ushering Chanyeol to sit between them. Again, he hesitates for a bit, then crawls slowly, erection on top of erection and bends down for another kiss, until Baekhyun places a short finger on his lips.
“Open your mouth,” he commands softly and Chanyeol does what he’s told, slightly parting his lips and Baekhyun slips his tongue in, prodding Chanyeol’s playfully and they’re both panting in each other’s mouths. The shorter male hooks both legs around Chanyeol’s waist, bucking his hips into the latter’s and they’re both mewling in each other’s mouths from the cloying friction.
Baekhyun’s an expert at kissing, especially the way he hooks his teeth into Chanyeol’s bottom lip, pulling on the skin lightly and drawing it into his mouth. He nibbles on it for a few seconds, sucking on it every now and then and when he pulls away, it’s all red and blotchy and Chanyeol thinks he sees stars.
“And that is how you kiss.” Baekhyun breathes out, reaching for Chanyeol again.
This was going on for a while, Chanyeol and Baekhyun masturbating with parted lips as they stare at each other, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. The older male likes to take it slow, hands practically cascading over his cock tantalizingly as he calls out for Chanyeol. Chanyeol on the other hand, is an impatient one; he doesn’t like to wait and when he doesn’t get his way he becomes frustrated and agitated.
He’s tried multiple times to touch Baekhyun, to give him the best (more like sloppy) blowjob of his life but the latter always refuses, pushing the taller male away with the heel of his foot. When Chanyeol asks why, he replies, “This is enough for me.”
Chanyeol wishes he could say the same. Watching Baekhyun as they masturbate together doesn’t come close to fulfillment for him. He wants, no, needs more. He needs to feel Baekhyun, needs more skin against skin.
Today would be different, Chanyeol thinks as he removes the remains of his clothing as Baekhyun retreats to his bed. Now fully bare, Chanyeol walks over to Baekhyun’s side, ignoring the latter crawling backwards against the headboard when he notices he’s too close this time.
“What are y―” Chanyeol’s gotten much better at kissing. He’s no longer awkward, trying to remove himself because of lack of oxygen because now he can actually breathe through his nose this time. He doesn’t try to practically eat at Baekhyun’s face every chance he gets. If he’s learned one thing from Baekhyun, it’s to take things slow no matter how difficult it can be.
Baekhyun’s arms find their way around Chanyeol’s neck, head tilting slightly to the side as he parts his lips. Tongues met, teeth clash, and things get messy from there. Chanyeol’s lips find their way over Baekhyun’s tongue, nibbling and sucking on the pink muscle and the latter’s hands move up to the taller male’s head, biting his scalp with his fingernails.
Baekhyun flinches back when Chanyeol dips his hips forward, arching his back and their erections rub against each other. The taller male digs long fingernails into Baekhyun’s lower hips, keeping him still as he continues his ministrations, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.
“Chanyeol, stop.” This time it sounds more like a plead than a command, but this time Chanyeol refuses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and Baekhyun breaks their French kiss, throwing his back against the wooden board, biting his moist lips in an attempt to hold back. Now their roles were reversed. Now, Baekhyun’s the needy one as Chanyeol mercilessly teases him with their pressed cocks.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” Chanyeol’s voice is dripping with sex and Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, fingers curling into the warm sheets as he pants into the latter’s neck, “but I can’t because you won’t let me, right?”
He grunts when he slips his cock near Baekhyun’s entrance, and the young man underneath him twitches uncontrollably. “That’s right, I won’t.” Baekhyun gasps, grappling Chanyeol’s head down to aim at his Adam’s apple.
“Oh god Baekhyun,” Chanyeol moans, placing much emphasis on the latter’s name as Baekhyun licks the center of his neck, drawing the patch of skin into his mouth and bites down on it, hard.
“N-Not so rough Baekhyun, we have a photoshoot tomorrow.” Chanyeol reminds him and now Baekhyun’s the one chuckling. He finally releases after a few seconds, the area turning slightly pink and the shorter male grins, because by tomorrow it should turn to a lovely purple shade.
Chanyeol presses his cock further against Baekhyun’s entrance and the latter practically whimpers, trying to scramble away until the taller male has him by his ankle. “It’s okay,” Chanyeol coos, slipping a hand between their bodies, taking hold of both their cocks, “I’m not going to fuck you. I want to try something else.”
Baekhyun nods, eyes fluttering and Chanyeol laughs quietly, rubbing the head of their penises together with his thumb as he slides his fingers up and down their shafts. “Chanyeol,” Baekhyun rasps out, hands coming up to grip the latter’s ass, “don’t stop, it feels so good.”
“Does it?” Chanyeol teases, using his other hand to play with their balls, pinching and stroking them while he quickens his pace. Baekhyun almost screams, one hand still over Chanyeol’s ass as he uses his other to clasp over his mouth, his shouts coming out in small squeaks.
“Yes, so good.”
Chanyeol’s grip on their cocks tighten, feeling as they grow larger and harder and he knew they both wouldn’t last longer than a minute, especially with the way Baekhyun tosses his head from side to side against the pillows, chanting his name over and over. His movements are quick now, massaging their balls and thrusting against Baekhyun’s hips.
Chanyeol doesn’t know how he’s lasted this long already, how he’s not a crying mess right now but a composed, almost skilled person at his handjob. He surprises himself sometimes.
Releasing their balls, Chanyeol stealthily reaches down at Baekhyun’s entrance again, prodding a finger around the rim and Baekhyun shakes his head, “no Chanyeol, please don’t.” It wasn’t that Baekhyun had a problem with Chanyeol touching him, no. He just didn’t want to lose himself and get deeper and deeper in sex and an uncommitted relationship.
Then again, things escalated this far already, and he finds himself arching his back when Chanyeol slips a finger in, wiggling and thrusting it in slowly. “M-More.” Baekhyun breathes out, knuckles turning as white as the sheets as he grips them just a little too hard.
“Can you imagine if this was my cock instead?” Chanyeol asks, slipping in another finger, curling it around a few times, trying to find his prostate. His movements are a little stiff, sometimes pushing in each finger just a bit too rough and Baekhyun has to each time bite back the need to wince in pain, but he puts up with it in the end.
Chanyeol switches to a new angle and when Baekhyun shouts, “oh god!” that’s when he knew he found it. Sitting on his knees, Chanyeol takes hold of their penises again, rubbing their shafts together and thrusts three fingers into Baekhyun all at once, both their speeches full of incoherency while their eyes flutter open and close.
Baekhyun’s the first to come, his semen landing on his stomach, Chanyeol’s stomach, and their cocks. After about a minute, Chanyeol is next to come in long, white strings and after pumping himself a few more times, he collapses onto Baekhyun, all spent and sticky.
Baekhyun laughs, slapping the younger male’s back, “Get up Chanyeol, I feel gross.”
“No.” Chanyeol murmurs against the latter’s shoulder before giving it a chaste kiss. Baekhyun smiles this time, full of teeth just like he usually does during their fansigns and music shows.
“I really wish I did fuck you though.” Slight disappointment was evident in Chanyeol’s voice, and Baekhyun soothes his back, placing his lips on the side of his head. “I’m going to pull a Yifan,” he practically giggles and Chanyeol sits up, raising an eyebrow at the latter’s odd statement.
“Maybe next time.”