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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... )
"Did I stutter?" Chanyeol returns.
"How?"
"How do you think? I waved my wand and said Accio Viagra, dumbass."
Baekhyun snorts. He shakes the thing and listens to the clatter of pills rattling around inside. "Well," he says, after a long moment. "The logical next step is clear."
"Is it?" Chanyeol asks, eyebrows rising. "Because I'm mostly just curious as to why he had this lying around in his junk drawer in the first place-"
"You gotta take it, man," Baekhyun interrupts, thrusting the Viagra at his chest. "For posterity's sake."
Chanyeol frowns. "What? Why?"
Baekhyun tilts his head to the side and pretends to think. "I mean, sometimes your dick can be a little-how do I put this delicately-" Chanyeol smacks him hard on the arm and Baekhyun falls back onto the bed, grinning. "Hey! I'm just saying. You're the one doing the pitching."
"I-" Chanyeol stares dubiously down at Baekhyun's outstretched palm. "Jesus. What if something goes wrong?"
"When has that ever stopped you before?" Baekhyun unscrews the cap and pours a couple of pills out. "How many do you think you'll need?"
Chanyeol swipes both of them and swallows them dry. His Adam's apple bobs grimly. "This sex better be fucking amazing."
In retrospect, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to try this out on a Monday morning. "Have you ever had an erection for this long?" Baekhyun pants, glancing up at the wall clock over Chanyeol's sweaty shoulder. It's almost nine-they should be leaving for practice soon and Chanyeol's still trying to muffle his low groans in the crook of Baekhyun's neck.
"How long's it been?" Chanyeol slurs.
"An hour-and a half." Baekhyun inhales sharply as Chanyeol pulls out of him and rips a third used condom off his dick, throws it into the trashcan.
"It won't fucking-" He cuts himself off with a cracking moan when Baekhyun shoves him back and dips his head, lips curling around the dark red tip of Chanyeol's cock. "It's not going down," he gasps, pushing a hand through Baekhyun's hair. "Baekhyun-stop, my balls are gonna shrivel the fuck up because I don't have any more come left-"
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Before Chanyeol can answer, someone bangs on the door. "Hey, we're leaving!" Joonmyun calls from the other side. Baekhyun scrambles off the bed and rolls into the closet, rustling through the stacks of clothing.
"What the fuck do I do?" Chanyeol stage whispers as he wobbles off the mattress. He starts wiping himself down with tissue, cock still poking out long and thin.
Baekhyun hops into briefs and a pair of jeans. "Wear tight boxers and tuck it up underneath the waistband," he hisses. He tosses Chanyeol the loosest pair of sweats he can find.
"You've got experience with this, huh?" Chanyeol winces as his erection swings.
Baekhyun pulls his head through a sweatshirt and shrugs a jacket on. "You've never gotten an inconvenient boner before?"
"Well, yeah, but those didn't last for hours on end." Chanyeol steps into the pants and surveys himself in the mirror.
"It isn't so bad that you notice," Baekhyun tries, and Chanyeol scrubs a hand over his face.
"I can fucking feel it, though."
Baekhyun jams a snapback over his head and tosses another at Chanyeol, who fumbles it in midair for a second before catching it. "Painful?"
"Not yet," Chanyeol says, but he doesn't sound optimistic.
It isn't Chanyeol's worst dance practice ever-that title went to the one time he was running a fever no one knew about and brought Jongin down after spinning in the wrong direction-but it certainly is one for the books. "You're stiffer than usual," Jaewon says, frowning, and slides up behind him.
His frown deepens when Chanyeol flinches away from the hand reaching out to reposition his hips. "I'll get it," Chanyeol says through gritted teeth, and flashes Baekhyun the middle finger when no one else is looking.
The Wolf routine has them rolling around on the floor at one point during the chorus. Baekhyun catches Chanyeol pushing down against the wood with more force than necessary a couple of runs into it and hides his cackle into the crook of his arm. "What's so funny?" Joonmyun asks him the third time it happens, and Baekhyun remembers whom the Viagra belongs to and almost loses it. He has to disguise it as a violent coughing fit, and almost loses it again when a concerned Zitao brings him a bottle of water.
"That choreo was difficult, huh?" Baekhyun asks casually during their next break. "One could even say it was-hard?"
Chanyeol wipes his sweat off onto a towel and shoves it half-heartedly in Baekhyun's face. "What if I have to go to the hospital?" he whispers at the water dispenser, horrified, and Baekhyun nearly topples over from suppressed mirth. "Stop laughing, you asshat. This is your fault. What the fuck would I even tell the doctors-?"
"My well-meaning friend conned me into taking an erectile enhancement drug?" he suggests, and gets another damp towel to the face for his trouble.
Kyungsoo comes up a minute later, the corners of his lips turned down as he scans Chanyeol's face. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," Chanyeol manages, serving up a grimace of a smile.
"Sure? Your cheeks are really red. You look worked up-"
"You could say that," Baekhyun interrupts, patting Kyungsoo's shoulder, and dodges the grab Chanyeol makes for his neck.
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"It's been like ten hours, yeah?" Baekhyun says, a bit of concern bleeding into his voice. He peers over the Naver Viagra search pulled up on his computer and taps a finger to his mouth. "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts insofar as I feel like I need to get off every ten minutes," Chanyeol mutters. He tugs his pants off and glares down at the insistent tent in his boxers with such vehemence that Baekhyun breaks out into peals of laughter again.
A moment later, Chanyeol's got him pressed into the mattress again, laptop pushed off to the side.
Baekhyun groans into Chanyeol's bicep. "Again?"
"It's the least you could do," he says, voice already coming out rougher than normal.
"Isn't your dick too raw for this?" he mutters, but doesn't stop Chanyeol when he reaches down to unzip his jeans.
They'd started with a new bottle of lube in the morning; it's almost half-gone by now. Chanyeol twists the top off with his teeth and spreads it over his fingers after he rolls another condom on, shoves two digits unceremoniously up Baekhyun's ass.
"Careful," Baekhyun bites out, but Chanyeol just grins, twists in a third. "Fuck."
"That's the idea, yes," Chanyeol says, and doesn't wait much longer before sliding himself all the way in. Baekhyun clenches tight around his dick and drags a sharp string of curses out of Chanyeol's throat. He grins as Chanyeol's mouth comes crashing down onto his, teeth scraping against his lip hard enough to draw blood. "You," he mumbles, punctuating every word with a haphazard thrust, "are the worst friend in the world."
"You should be thanking me," Baekhyun gasps in between long, rattling breaths. "You definitely haven't gotten this much since before debut. In your entire life, probably."
"Maybe," he agrees, shifting his hips down, and the new angle has Baekhyun clawing at the sheets, spine arching as Chanyeol careens forward, "but at what cost, dickwad?"
Chanyeol comes with an exhausted sigh, face buried in Baekhyun's sweaty hair. Baekhyun feels the hard length inside him twitch a little. His eyes go wide. "Get off me," he says, shoving a pliant Chanyeol away. His dick slips out, still hard. Baekhyun slips the condom off and takes both their erections in his hand, tongue tucked in the corner of his mouth as he palms them.
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Baekhyun spills all over his own stomach and keeps going, fingers sliding from the base of Chanyeol's erection to its tip, thumb flicking the slit-and Chanyeol comes dry again, whine tumbling out of his parted lips and brushing warm past the skin of Baekhyun's collarbone.
"Finally," he wheezes, and Baekhyun looks down to see Chanyeol's dick softening in his hand.
"I never want to see your junk again," Baekhyun mumbles, trying to catch his breath. "For the rest of my life."
"I'm gonna crush five of those pills and sprinkle the powder in your breakfast tomorrow," Chanyeol mutters ominously, but when Baekhyun tries to push him off the bed he just settles over him like a wet blanket. "God. My poor penis."
"How do you think my ass feels?" he returns, cross.
"Aw," Chanyeol says, reaching down to pat his right butt-cheek. Baekhyun kicks out and yelps when his toe connects with the hard bone of Chanyeol's shin. "Thanks, man. You really took one for the team."
When Baekhyun cranes his head back up, the Viagra pill bottle winks innocently back at him from the bedside table. "We still don't know why Joonmyun-hyung had it," he points out.
"Tomorrow," Chanyeol murmurs sleepily. He turns his head, breath tickling the skin of Baekhyun's shoulder. "We'll ask him tomorrow."
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that was excellent
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