[drabble] one vodka, two vodka
chanyeol/baekhyun // nc-17 // 600 words.
this is 3 years in the making.
He doesn't know how it ended up like this. How he ended up with Baekhyun underneath him panting and moaning and arching up, holding onto his biceps for dear life and looking up into his eyes silently screaming, 'fuck me, fuck me', but he isn't complaining.
He's guessing that it has something to do with the empty bottle of vodka now lying on Baekhyun's bedroom floor and the mounting sexual tension that's been building between them since their freshman year of college, but he could be wrong.
Chanyeol groans low in his throat and thrusts faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Baekhyun's breathless gasps filling the room.
"Chanyeol, harder," Baekhyun whines, screwing his eyes shut and baring his neck to Chanyeol, who leans down and licks a messy stripe up the underside of it, latching onto a patch of skin underneath his ear and sucking a dark purple mark onto it. Neither of them really care; they're both six sheets to the wind and the only thing that's on both of their minds is getting off.
Chanyeol suddenly pulls out and flips them over, Baekhyun quickly getting the idea and sinking down onto Chanyeol's cock with a loud moan. He starts bouncing and Chanyeol anchors onto his hips, fingers digging into the smooth skin and making Baekhyun gasp and buck forward. Baekhyun ducks down and kisses Chanyeol roughly; all tongue and teeth and it's filthy, absolutely fucking filthy and Baekhyun fucking loves it. Fucking loves the feel of Chanyeol's massive cock pounding into him and making him see stars. He's wanted this for 3 years and goddamn it if he isn't going to make the most of it.
Chanyeol starts rutting up to meet Baekhyun, both of them shamelessly moaning and uncaring of the fact that their next door neighbour can probably hear them and is going to be scarred for life. Oops. Whatever.
"You're so fucking sexy, I wish I could be inside you all day." Chanyeol says huskily, voice strained and throat wrecked from when he'd had Baekhyun's cock shoved down it earlier on. "Would you like that? Me filling you up and making you scream like a bitch?"
And Baekhyun can't do anything but moan, propping himself up with his hands on Chanyeol's chest and trying not to cry with how fucking good he feels. He's not going to last much longer.
Chanyeol looks up at him with dark eyes, bringing one of his hands up to fist Baekhyun's hair roughly, pulling it harshly and making the smaller man keen high in his throat.
Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun's the first one to blow; mouth dropping open and stiffening up, painting Chanyeol's chest with streaks of pearly white. Chanyeol gasps at the sight and flips them over again, pounding into Baekhyun's tightness one, two, three more times before coming deep inside him, moaning deeply and languidly thrusting into him. Baekhyun moans along with him and tenses himself up, milking Chanyeol for all he's worth.
Chanyeol finally stops moving and leans down to rest his head on Baekhyun's chest, panting and sweating and still reeling after his orgasm. Baekhyun shuts his eyes and runs his hands through Chanyeol's messy brown hair, coming down from his high and breathing deeply through his mouth.
They're both going to have to talk about it in the morning, but at the present moment in time they're far too inhibited and exhausted to do anything but sloppily clean themselves with some tissues and crawl underneath Baekhyun's duvet and promptly pass the fuck out.
So that's exactly what they do.
-idek i wrote this in like 20 minutes djjdndjdn
this is 3 years in the making.
He doesn't know how it ended up like this. How he ended up with Baekhyun underneath him panting and moaning and arching up, holding onto his biceps for dear life and looking up into his eyes silently screaming, 'fuck me, fuck me', but he isn't complaining.
He's guessing that it has something to do with the empty bottle of vodka now lying on Baekhyun's bedroom floor and the mounting sexual tension that's been building between them since their freshman year of college, but he could be wrong.
Chanyeol groans low in his throat and thrusts faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Baekhyun's breathless gasps filling the room.
"Chanyeol, harder," Baekhyun whines, screwing his eyes shut and baring his neck to Chanyeol, who leans down and licks a messy stripe up the underside of it, latching onto a patch of skin underneath his ear and sucking a dark purple mark onto it. Neither of them really care; they're both six sheets to the wind and the only thing that's on both of their minds is getting off.
Chanyeol suddenly pulls out and flips them over, Baekhyun quickly getting the idea and sinking down onto Chanyeol's cock with a loud moan. He starts bouncing and Chanyeol anchors onto his hips, fingers digging into the smooth skin and making Baekhyun gasp and buck forward. Baekhyun ducks down and kisses Chanyeol roughly; all tongue and teeth and it's filthy, absolutely fucking filthy and Baekhyun fucking loves it. Fucking loves the feel of Chanyeol's massive cock pounding into him and making him see stars. He's wanted this for 3 years and goddamn it if he isn't going to make the most of it.
Chanyeol starts rutting up to meet Baekhyun, both of them shamelessly moaning and uncaring of the fact that their next door neighbour can probably hear them and is going to be scarred for life. Oops. Whatever.
"You're so fucking sexy, I wish I could be inside you all day." Chanyeol says huskily, voice strained and throat wrecked from when he'd had Baekhyun's cock shoved down it earlier on. "Would you like that? Me filling you up and making you scream like a bitch?"
And Baekhyun can't do anything but moan, propping himself up with his hands on Chanyeol's chest and trying not to cry with how fucking good he feels. He's not going to last much longer.
Chanyeol looks up at him with dark eyes, bringing one of his hands up to fist Baekhyun's hair roughly, pulling it harshly and making the smaller man keen high in his throat.
Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun's the first one to blow; mouth dropping open and stiffening up, painting Chanyeol's chest with streaks of pearly white. Chanyeol gasps at the sight and flips them over again, pounding into Baekhyun's tightness one, two, three more times before coming deep inside him, moaning deeply and languidly thrusting into him. Baekhyun moans along with him and tenses himself up, milking Chanyeol for all he's worth.
Chanyeol finally stops moving and leans down to rest his head on Baekhyun's chest, panting and sweating and still reeling after his orgasm. Baekhyun shuts his eyes and runs his hands through Chanyeol's messy brown hair, coming down from his high and breathing deeply through his mouth.
They're both going to have to talk about it in the morning, but at the present moment in time they're far too inhibited and exhausted to do anything but sloppily clean themselves with some tissues and crawl underneath Baekhyun's duvet and promptly pass the fuck out.
So that's exactly what they do.
-idek i wrote this in like 20 minutes djjdndjdn