post #4
TL;DR RULES
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Kris maneuvers him onto his hands and knees, running his hands over Chanyeol’s thighs and the curve of his ass while Chanyeol fumbles for the bottle of lube and a condom hidden at the bottom of his sock drawer. He tosses both over his shoulder, impatient to get started. Kris chuckles, slapping his ass lightly before popping the bottle of lube open, and Chanyeol grunts when Kris presses cold, slick fingers against his entrance.
“Shh, let me do this,” Kris murmurs, dropping a quick kiss on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, “It’s been a while, I need to stretch you.”
He’s careful and slow as always, opening Chanyeol up until he’s stretched around three fingers, panting and rocking back and forth to get more friction. Chanyeol nearly whimpers when he pulls his fingers out, but he hears the crinkle of foil and plastic and twists his neck to watch as Kris unrolls the condom down his cock, stroking himself a few times.
Kris lines the tip of his cock against his entrance and starts to press in, maintaining eye contact with him until Chanyeol can’t take it anymore, turning back forward and dropping his head down with a groan. His skin feels hypersensitive to Kris’s touch, Kris’s thighs pressed against his and his hands on his hips and every inch of him sliding into Chanyeol. As fantastic as Kris’s fingers are, they can’t compare to this.
“Is this okay?” Kris asks he’s fully seated, and Chanyeol just nods frantically and cants his hips backwards, because he needs this, it’s been so long.
The first slide has Kris moaning out loud, Chanyeol muffling his own sounds into the pillow.
“You feel so amazing,” Kris says, grinding his hips hard so Chanyeol arches underneath him with a soft moan, “God, I missed you so much.”
Me too, Chanyeol wants to say, I jacked off every morning in the shower imagining it was you touching me, except that’s nothing Kris doesn’t already know, and even if he didn’t, Chanyeol can’t seem to find the words anyway. All he can do is pant and curl his fingers into his pillow as he rocks backwards into Kris’s thrusts.
Surprisingly, it’s always been Kris who’s more vocal in bed, murmuring words of encouragement when Chanyeol rides him, telling him how good he felt around him and how perfect he was. Chanyeol has a bad habit of biting his lip to keep most of his sounds in, so much so that Kris tries to ease it out from between his teeth in between slow, maddening thrusts to keep him from breaking skin.
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Kris puts his hand over Chanyeol’s, interlacing their fingers on the bedsheets. When he nips at Chanyeol’s ear, Chanyeol turns his head to find his mouth. It’s an awkward angle, but their open-mouthed kiss is slow, thorough, and filthy, mimicking the way Kris rocks into him from behind. Chanyeol is so, so hard and he wants nothing more than to touch himself, but his arms already feel like jelly, and he’s afraid he’ll lose balance entirely if he moves one to relieve pressure on his cock.
When he clenches around Kris, the other’s hips stutter for a moment. He grins and does it again, just to hear Kris whisper, “Fuck, Chanyeol,” against his lips.
Kris nips at his bottom lip in retaliation, and his tongue lingers against Chanyeol’s for a brief moment before he pulls away and straightens to grip his hips. He’s so gentle in the beginning, and it never fails to send a sharp spike of arousal up Chanyeol’s spine when Kris starts to unravel, those large hands cupping his hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts turning sharp and erratic.
Chanyeol barely even realizes he’s speaking, a choked yes, yes, fuck, muffled by the pillow each time Kris slams into him. He’s wound up so tight, each thrust sliding in so deeply that he can barely breathe, and he has to tilt his head to the side to gasp for air.
“Come on, baby, come on,” Kris murmurs and finally, finally reaches down to wrap a hand around Chanyeol’s length, stroking him roughly in time to his thrusts. It’s so, so good that Chanyeol nearly sobs, trying to rock backward into Kris’s thrusts and forward into his hand at the same time.
Chanyeol half-shouts when he comes, the sheer intensity and force of it catching him off-guard, his legs shaking. Kris fucks him through his orgasm, slams into him a few more times, each thrust making Chanyeol’s over-sensitive body jerk, before he shudders, his entire body going still for a moment before he slumps over Chanyeol’s back.
Even in their post-orgasm haze, Kris is careful not to rest his full weight on him. There’s a slow exhale, followed by a quick kiss to the back of Chanyeol’s neck before Kris pulls away. He barely has enough time to pull off the condom and knot it before Chanyeol is pulling him down for a rough kiss. They’re lazily exploring each other’s mouths when there’s a brisk knock on the door.
“If you’re done,” Luhan’s voice calls, sounding way too amused for his own good, “I think there are other people here who want to welcome you back.”
“Not in the same way, though,” Yixing is quick to add.
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in which i firmly believe kris would be the biggest cheeseball in bed.
(ended up filling my own prompt, since no one else was writing it.)
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thanks for this, anon!!!
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I enjoyed this a lot :3
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and lol the ending yixing i cannot
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no really though this was amazing great job
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