lessons
title: lessons
pairing: luhan/chanyeol
rating: nc17
length: 1.3k
summary: lu han's taught chanyeol well. pwp.
notes: for andy.
Lu Han wipes the sweat off his forehead, slinging the towel around his neck as he grabs a water bottle. Some of the members are still running through several parts of Overdose, but Lu Han’s definitely had enough for the day.
He’s been up since three in the morning, trying to get in a few extra hours of practice before the room gets too crowded with their choreographers and other members of staff. Lu Han likes to dance alone, warming up with some of the slower songs on his playlist before hitting the faster beats. It usually takes him two to three of them before he’s worked up a sweat and his muscles are stretched enough to handle their more dance-orientated songs.
Chanyeol is one of the few still going, having woken up late this morning and gotten to the practice room half an hour after everyone else. He’s improved a lot over the years, Lu Han thinks, recalling when he was just a lanky teenager with zero control over his limbs. It had been during one of their first run-throughs of MAMA when Chanyeol whacked Kyungsoo in the eye, apologizing profusely before tripping over his own feet and taking both Joonmyun and Jongin down with him.
It was then decided that Chanyeol would be reassigned to the back to prevent any further harm to any of the members.
The music stops and Chanyeol’s the first to collapse on the floor, arms and legs splayed out with his eyes shut tight as he tries to regain his breath. His chest is rising and falling substantially, and it looks as though it’s even a struggle when he sits up and grabs the water bottle that Baekhyun’s rolled across the floor to him. Lu Han watches him in the mirror, his head tipped back and wide expanse of throat on display, Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp of water.
Lu Han waits until Chanyeol’s reflection makes eye contact with him that he smirks, tilting his head ever so subtly to the exit. He can see the younger swallow, his eyes blowing wide in worry because they never meet in the middle of practice, but Lu Han’s gaze is firm. He leaves the room before Chanyeol can even nod in reply, heading down the hallway.
By the time Chanyeol walks into the bathroom, Lu Han’s already in their usual spot; seated on the toilet lid in the last stall, pants unzipped and briefs pulled down, hand lazily stroking himself up and down as he gets ready for him.
“Took you long enough,” he exhales, head tipped back when he hears Chanyeol open the cubicle door and lock it behind him.
“Sorry, Joonmyun wanted to go over Let Out The Beast, and asked where you were so I t-told him I would go look for you.” Chanyeol tries to keep his attention on his feet, an endeavour turned unsuccessful when his eyes start to flicker upwards to Lu Han’s cock, already half-hard.
“Well,” Lu Han begins with a smirk. It’s quite cute that Chanyeol’s still so bashful around him, considering how long they’ve been doing this for, “we better make this quick then.”
He stands up, palming at himself, and motions for Chanyeol to come closer. The younger is quick to obey, dropping to his knees when he’s less than a foot away. He holds Lu Han’s cock at the base, a loose fist wrapped around it as he automatically licks over his lips at the sight of it.
Chanyeol may be shy in many things, but when it comes to sucking cock, he’s a fucking pro.
Lu Han has taught him well over the years, training the male in his ability to deep-throat (Chanyeol was in dire need of guidance after that first time, only taking Lu Han in just a little past the tip before he started to choke too much to continue).
He’s developed massively since then, soon proven when Chanyeol opens his mouth to lick at the tip. He knows just how to toe the line at teasing Lu Han, just enough that the elder will start to get rough; grip at his hair and shove his dick into his mouth.
Truth be told, Chanyeol loves it when Lu Han fucks his mouth. It’s kind of like a gift reserved just for him, a prize Chanyeol wants to claim, to show how far he’s come.
“Yeollie,” Lu Han warns, the edge in his voice rising, because Chanyeol’s only been licking alongside his cock, playing with him a bit too much.
The younger stops mouthing at his balls, whispering out a soft, “Sorry,” even though he’s anything but, and presses a kiss to the tip. He can taste the precome already gathered and grins. Chanyeol loves the taste of Lu Han.
He opens his mouth, sucking the head in and slowly bobbing his head to go down. Lu Han’s hands fist at Chanyeol’s soft strands, tightening when Chanyeol goes all the way and takes him down to the base, before pulling off. Lu Han's cock isn’t that long, but it’s thick enough that Chanyeol has to stretch his lips widely to take him in. They’re already all slick with spit when Chanyeol glances up at Lu Han with such pleading eyes, and the elder definitely knows that look well enough.
“Lu Han,” Chanyeol breathes.
“Alright, open up wide for me.” He taps his chin.
Chanyeol’s face lights up, dropping his jaw and inhaling deeply through his nose. Lu Han guides his cock to his mouth, pressing in all the way until he hits the back of his throat. Chanyeol lets out a tiny noise, quickly quelling it when Lu Han begins to pull out.
His hands comes up to clutch at the back of Lu Han’s thighs, and the elder relaxes, gradually increasing his pace. It’s very soon after when he snaps his hips forward, bucking forward harshly and ignoring the sounds Chanyeol’s softly making.
They have a system, and Chanyeol knows that he can just let go, stop gripping onto Lu Han, and the elder will stop. But Chanyeol’s nails are digging even harder into his skin, and so Lu Han continues to fuck his mouth, trying to chase after his release.
“Such a good boy, Chanyeol,” Lu Han praises, and Chanyeol basks in the compliment, humming as best he can around a mouthful of dick, which only heightens Lu Han’s arousal more.
Lu Han’s rough and relentless, and Chanyeol wallows in it; he’s a cockslut, and only for Lu Han. He looks down, at the sight of Chanyeol’s lips stretched around his cock all swollen and red. Chanyeol looks so pretty like this, face flush and cheeks so red, automatically grinding down against the hardwood floor in attempt to get any friction.
Seeing Chanyeol so eager, along with the tight and wet heat of the younger's mouth, finally puts Lu Han over the edge, and he comes hard, spilling down his throat.
Chanyeol pulls away, licking his lips and wiping at the corners of his mouth to collect the come he didn’t manage to swallow as it drips down his chin.
“You missed the turn in the second chorus; concentrate more on the beat,” Lu Han advises, already tucking himself back into his briefs and zipping his pants up.
Chanyeol nods, his shy demeanour back on as he straightens up.
“If you pay attention and do well in the rest of practice, I’ll reward you for being such a good boy,” Lu Han whispers, his words lingering in the air between them. He pats Chanyeol on the crotch, letting his fingers stroke his half-hard cock before he slips out the bathroom and heads back to the practice room.
Needless to say, Chanyeol doesn’t miss the step and Lu Han generously keeps his promise later that night with his cock buried deep in Chanyeol’s ass.
//
orz sorry this sucked.
pairing: luhan/chanyeol
rating: nc17
length: 1.3k
summary: lu han's taught chanyeol well. pwp.
notes: for andy.
Lu Han wipes the sweat off his forehead, slinging the towel around his neck as he grabs a water bottle. Some of the members are still running through several parts of Overdose, but Lu Han’s definitely had enough for the day.
He’s been up since three in the morning, trying to get in a few extra hours of practice before the room gets too crowded with their choreographers and other members of staff. Lu Han likes to dance alone, warming up with some of the slower songs on his playlist before hitting the faster beats. It usually takes him two to three of them before he’s worked up a sweat and his muscles are stretched enough to handle their more dance-orientated songs.
Chanyeol is one of the few still going, having woken up late this morning and gotten to the practice room half an hour after everyone else. He’s improved a lot over the years, Lu Han thinks, recalling when he was just a lanky teenager with zero control over his limbs. It had been during one of their first run-throughs of MAMA when Chanyeol whacked Kyungsoo in the eye, apologizing profusely before tripping over his own feet and taking both Joonmyun and Jongin down with him.
It was then decided that Chanyeol would be reassigned to the back to prevent any further harm to any of the members.
The music stops and Chanyeol’s the first to collapse on the floor, arms and legs splayed out with his eyes shut tight as he tries to regain his breath. His chest is rising and falling substantially, and it looks as though it’s even a struggle when he sits up and grabs the water bottle that Baekhyun’s rolled across the floor to him. Lu Han watches him in the mirror, his head tipped back and wide expanse of throat on display, Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp of water.
Lu Han waits until Chanyeol’s reflection makes eye contact with him that he smirks, tilting his head ever so subtly to the exit. He can see the younger swallow, his eyes blowing wide in worry because they never meet in the middle of practice, but Lu Han’s gaze is firm. He leaves the room before Chanyeol can even nod in reply, heading down the hallway.
By the time Chanyeol walks into the bathroom, Lu Han’s already in their usual spot; seated on the toilet lid in the last stall, pants unzipped and briefs pulled down, hand lazily stroking himself up and down as he gets ready for him.
“Took you long enough,” he exhales, head tipped back when he hears Chanyeol open the cubicle door and lock it behind him.
“Sorry, Joonmyun wanted to go over Let Out The Beast, and asked where you were so I t-told him I would go look for you.” Chanyeol tries to keep his attention on his feet, an endeavour turned unsuccessful when his eyes start to flicker upwards to Lu Han’s cock, already half-hard.
“Well,” Lu Han begins with a smirk. It’s quite cute that Chanyeol’s still so bashful around him, considering how long they’ve been doing this for, “we better make this quick then.”
He stands up, palming at himself, and motions for Chanyeol to come closer. The younger is quick to obey, dropping to his knees when he’s less than a foot away. He holds Lu Han’s cock at the base, a loose fist wrapped around it as he automatically licks over his lips at the sight of it.
Chanyeol may be shy in many things, but when it comes to sucking cock, he’s a fucking pro.
Lu Han has taught him well over the years, training the male in his ability to deep-throat (Chanyeol was in dire need of guidance after that first time, only taking Lu Han in just a little past the tip before he started to choke too much to continue).
He’s developed massively since then, soon proven when Chanyeol opens his mouth to lick at the tip. He knows just how to toe the line at teasing Lu Han, just enough that the elder will start to get rough; grip at his hair and shove his dick into his mouth.
Truth be told, Chanyeol loves it when Lu Han fucks his mouth. It’s kind of like a gift reserved just for him, a prize Chanyeol wants to claim, to show how far he’s come.
“Yeollie,” Lu Han warns, the edge in his voice rising, because Chanyeol’s only been licking alongside his cock, playing with him a bit too much.
The younger stops mouthing at his balls, whispering out a soft, “Sorry,” even though he’s anything but, and presses a kiss to the tip. He can taste the precome already gathered and grins. Chanyeol loves the taste of Lu Han.
He opens his mouth, sucking the head in and slowly bobbing his head to go down. Lu Han’s hands fist at Chanyeol’s soft strands, tightening when Chanyeol goes all the way and takes him down to the base, before pulling off. Lu Han's cock isn’t that long, but it’s thick enough that Chanyeol has to stretch his lips widely to take him in. They’re already all slick with spit when Chanyeol glances up at Lu Han with such pleading eyes, and the elder definitely knows that look well enough.
“Lu Han,” Chanyeol breathes.
“Alright, open up wide for me.” He taps his chin.
Chanyeol’s face lights up, dropping his jaw and inhaling deeply through his nose. Lu Han guides his cock to his mouth, pressing in all the way until he hits the back of his throat. Chanyeol lets out a tiny noise, quickly quelling it when Lu Han begins to pull out.
His hands comes up to clutch at the back of Lu Han’s thighs, and the elder relaxes, gradually increasing his pace. It’s very soon after when he snaps his hips forward, bucking forward harshly and ignoring the sounds Chanyeol’s softly making.
They have a system, and Chanyeol knows that he can just let go, stop gripping onto Lu Han, and the elder will stop. But Chanyeol’s nails are digging even harder into his skin, and so Lu Han continues to fuck his mouth, trying to chase after his release.
“Such a good boy, Chanyeol,” Lu Han praises, and Chanyeol basks in the compliment, humming as best he can around a mouthful of dick, which only heightens Lu Han’s arousal more.
Lu Han’s rough and relentless, and Chanyeol wallows in it; he’s a cockslut, and only for Lu Han. He looks down, at the sight of Chanyeol’s lips stretched around his cock all swollen and red. Chanyeol looks so pretty like this, face flush and cheeks so red, automatically grinding down against the hardwood floor in attempt to get any friction.
Seeing Chanyeol so eager, along with the tight and wet heat of the younger's mouth, finally puts Lu Han over the edge, and he comes hard, spilling down his throat.
Chanyeol pulls away, licking his lips and wiping at the corners of his mouth to collect the come he didn’t manage to swallow as it drips down his chin.
“You missed the turn in the second chorus; concentrate more on the beat,” Lu Han advises, already tucking himself back into his briefs and zipping his pants up.
Chanyeol nods, his shy demeanour back on as he straightens up.
“If you pay attention and do well in the rest of practice, I’ll reward you for being such a good boy,” Lu Han whispers, his words lingering in the air between them. He pats Chanyeol on the crotch, letting his fingers stroke his half-hard cock before he slips out the bathroom and heads back to the practice room.
Needless to say, Chanyeol doesn’t miss the step and Lu Han generously keeps his promise later that night with his cock buried deep in Chanyeol’s ass.
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orz sorry this sucked.