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chanyeol/jongin, nc-17, porn
chanyeol is a cocky motherfucker. jongin is eager to please. (hs water polo au) pwp
ha ha ha worst au ever. thanks to this pic, and potaoto: "i just want jongin to moan 'chanyeol senpai'" or smth to that effect.
The ball slams into the corner of the net long before the coach yells for the end of the game, but it’s the winning point anyway, and Chanyeol gets out of the pool to shake the water out of his hair and bump chests with Jongin.
“You did good, kid,” Chanyeol says, grinning and ruffling his hair.
Jongin watches him for a second too long, then breaks into a small grin. “Thanks, senpai.”
Jongin scrubs the pool water out of his hair as he brushes his hand over his head and looks satisfied, but even as they’re the only boys left putting the pool dividers and the nets back in storage Chanyeol can feel Jongin staring at him. He rather has an idea what this is all about - it’s not like Chanyeol hasn’t noticed the way Jongin watches him in the pool, or in the locker room normally, but this is the first time they’ve been alone.
Jongin heads to the locker room first, Chanyeol realising for the first time that his ass is not a bad looker, but he’s busying himself with his gym bag when Chanyeol comes in and slings his bag on the floor to step straight out of his Speedos. Jongin’s not exactly subtle when he gulps and pretends not to see.
Chanyeol snorts and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. “Jongin.”
“Yes, Chanyeol senpai,” Jongin gulps, the slight tremor in his voice betraying his poker face. Chanyeol grins and holds an arm out.
“Come here.”
Jongin complies, turning around so Chanyeol can see his erection. Chanyeol doesn’t like beating around the bush, so he drops it.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you.”
Jongin doesn’t meet his eyes, but he isn’t nervous, which surprises Chanyeol. Jongin does have spunk in the pool, but this is a refreshing way to experience it. “How do you want to fuck me?”
Chanyeol follows the bob of Jongin’s Adam’s apple when he swallows and looks back up to meet the dark appetence in Jongin’s eyes. “I want to suck you off, senpai.”
Jongin says it with no hesitance, no shame and it’s everything Chanyeol hadn’t known he wanted. “Okay.” He says, grinning when Jongin gets right to his knees to hold Chanyeol’s dick and touch the tip of his tongue to the head experimentally. There’s a tingly pleasure that starts from Chanyeol’s crotch, then Jongin’s sliding his entire mouth around Chanyeol’s dick.
“Chanyeol senpai, please," Jongin growls and Chanyeol rather likes the rough way his name sounds at the back of Jongin's throat, and the plea that follows, even though Jongin's the one on his knees, with Chanyeol's dick in his mouth, begging to suck Chanyeol off.
Chanyeol threads his fingers through Jongin's hair, yanking a little, gently so Jongin's mouth slides up his dick and Jongin’s lips are off his cock. Jongin darts his eyes up at Chanyeol, like waiting for approval to proceed. From this angle Jongin's lips around his cock look exceptionally pink and pretty. Jongin moans again and yeah, Chanyeol supposes he can continue. He nods a little, tilting his head back in pleasure when Jongin braces his hands on the back of his knees to take Chanyeol in his mouth again, his tongue already slick with spit so the action is easy. Jongin wiggles his tongue around, holding his mouth open so its thick heat is warm against the bottom of Chanyeol’s cock, which feels pretty great. Jongin keeps his eyes pinned on Chanyeol, even as he’s hollowing his cheeks and sucking down around Chanyeol so there is wet warmth all around Chanyeol’s cock and he feels a good kind of shiver in his veins, even as Jongin pulls away to hold just the tip of Chanyeol’s cock in his mouth and pop his lips off it in release. The way Jongin holds his mouth open, perfect cocksucking lips rounded in an O hovering before Chanyeol’s dick, still with his eyes on Chanyeol, like he’s eager to please and hesitant about whether Chanyeol’s enjoying any of it feels even better than Jongin’s lips against his skin, to be honest. And obviously Chanyeol’s not going to say no to a blowjob, especially not one by someone so hungry for his own dick.
“Go on,” he grins, slipping his hand so it’s at the base of Jongin’s head now, guiding him towards his cock, so Jongin slides his mouth up Chanyeol’s dick again, pressing tight against the skin till all of Chanyeol is in his mouth and his chin is tickling Chanyeol’s balls, bobbing his head a little like a textbook cocksucker.
“You’ve - done this a lot?” Chanyeol asks lazily, looking down as Jongin grips the back of his knees. Jongin seems a little startled at the question, snapping his eyes up from watching Chanyeol’s cock move in and out of his mouth to look at Chanyeol, slight alarm in his eyes.
“Not - really -” he slurs around a mouthful of Chanyeol, making to pull away and answer Chanyeol’s question properly, or something, but Chanyeol shakes his head and keeps his hand on Jongin’s head so his lips stay.
“Don’t stop,” Chanyeol almost has to bite his lip to stop it from sounding like a whine, “just wondering. It’s good.”
Jongin seems a little encouraged by the compliment and holds the base of Chanyeol’s dick so he can tilt his head back and close his lips around the hilt again, moving his head a little faster and Chanyeol can’t deny that Jongin is pretty good at this - or at least, Jongin around him really does feel great. His teeth grazing the bottom of Chanyeol’s dick applies just the right amount of pressure for it not to hurt, and then Jongin’s doing something with his balls and he thrusts involuntarily into Jongin’s mouth, moaning a little.
“You like my dick, don’t -” Chanyeol growls, not caring if he sounds like a bad porno, but chokes on his own words when Jongin presses the flat of his tongue against the tip of his dick, hard, and then pulls away to look at him.
“I do,” Jongin answers seriously, even though he’s panting and his voice is rough with lust - Chanyeol feels himself getting even harder at the recognition that this lust is for him - and Chanyeol can see Jongin’s dick full in his Speedos. Jongin’s best feature - his lips - are trembling a little and a little swollen and everything Chanyeol wants to feel against his mouth.
“Stand up,” Chanyeol rasps, much aware that he sounds very much desperate, too, but Jongin complies, getting to his feet gripping Chanyeol’s waist so hard that it almost hurts, but Jongin’s eyes hold such intense want that it almost stuns Chanyeol for a bit, hooking Chanyeol’s gaze so Chanyeol can’t seem to tear his eyes away. Jongin’s ragged breathing is the only thing he hears, almost echoing in the empty locker room, and across the room Chanyeol can see the smooth expanse of Jongin’s back in the mirror, the last drops of water from the pool earlier sliding down to hit the band of his Speedos. Jongin’s lips are still swollen and pink in front of him when he darts his eyes back, in front of him, ready for him to ravish.
So he fists Jongin’s hair again and leans forward to take those lips between his, kissing Jongin fiercely, sucking on Jongin’s thick, warm lip as Jongin slams his hips against Chanyeol’s inadvertently so Chanyeol feels his erection through his Speedos, clenching his fists by his side, almost like he’s hesitant to touch Chanyeol. Chanyeol chuckles around his tongue, sliding his other hand to hold Jongin’s ass, feel its tautness in the palm of his hand.
“You can touch,” he says, and shit - when Jongin’s hands are harried and eager on his skin, smoothing pool water over Chanyeol’s back and stomach, pressing against Chanyeol’s ass it feels so good, that he finds himself grinding back against Jongin, seeking more of the skin-on-skin contact. Jongin’s panting against his mouth, his hot tongue everywhere, pulling under Chanyeol’s own and against Chanyeol’s lip, up to graze Chanyeol’s nose at one point. Chanyeol finds that Jongin never takes his eyes off Chanyeol, with all the neediness and desire in the world in them. Chanyeol can't remember the last time someone's been so into him, and someone this attractive, too. Jongin's ass is tight and firm under Chanyeol's palm, and the noises Jongin makes as Chanyeol kisses him viciously all teeth and tongue are whines that taste of fervour on Chanyeol's tongue, breathy moans that go straight to Chanyeol's cock when he draws them out of Jongin.
The curves in Jongin's body - his neck and waist - are taut but smooth, sinewy muscle under soft skin, that Chanyeol doesn't realise he's pressing down hard on the side of Jongin's back, the curve where his back meets his ass, so hard that he's sure it'll bruise, but he kind of likes that, that he'll leave something he can admire later. Jongin's preoccupied in kissing him, still canting his hips forward so Chanyeol is dry humping his clothed erection. Chanyeol nearly gasps when Jongin slides an urgent hand down between them to cup Chanyeol's balls, breathing against his mouth as he stares up at Chanyeol, eyes hard and urgent. Almost begging, even.
“You -” Chanyeol manages, his voice cracking, “you want me to fuck you?” He hooks a finger in the band of Jongin’s Speedos and drags them down, teasingly, till they pool at Jongin’s feet on the floor.
“Yes,” Jongin breathes much too quickly against Chanyeol’s chin, looking up into Chanyeol’s eyes, holding his breath in nervous anticipation, like the way everything echoes in a vaccuum seconds before a match ends. Jongin’s eyes are steely like how they are when Jongin’s cramming in that extra push-up before the minute’s up, hungry and incredibly magnetic. The locker room sounds like hurried, nearly animalistic lust, his own panting out of sync with Jongin’s echoing off the walls, and there’s a wave of goosebumps on Chanyeol’s skin when he feels a inexplicably strong sense of attraction towards Jongin.
“Dry?” He smirks as he spreads his legs to lower himself so he can mouth at Jongin’s neck, lick a drop of sweat over his jaw over the bones at the bottom of his throat, dragging his tongue over the cadent jutting of Jongin’s neck as he breathes deeply, gripping Chanyeol’s ribs, unbridled in the moans Chanyeol draws out of him. The choke Jongin makes when Chanyeol slides a finger slowly through his asscrack to stop at his asshole sounds rough in Chanyeol’s ears, but good at the same time.
“I - have lube,” Jongin manages, waiting for Chanyeol’s confirmation before he breaks away to scrabble in his gym bag, ripping the zipper in his haste. The bottle of lube he brings over is new, like Jongin’d put it in his bag for this very reason - for Chanyeol to fuck him, which feels great, Chanyeol has to say. He’d wanted this to be a quick blowjob, smash and dash, but the fire in Jongin’s eyes and the way he’s begging for everything makes Chanyeol want to savour this, feel Jongin around his fingers and watch him come apart in the palm of his hand.
Lubing his fingers up, Chanyeol presses the pad of his thumb against Jongin’s asshole, applying slow pressure so Jongin squeezes his eyes shut and his chest heaves slick with sweat against Chanyeol’s with his laboured breathing, splaying his fingers against Chanyeol’s waist when Chanyeol finally slips the tip of his finger in shallowly.
“More?” Chanyeol asks, wanting to hear the raspy, begging yes from Jongin’s mouth so he can kiss it away and feel it on his tongue. Jongin has nearly all of his weight on Chanyeol’s with his knees weak when Chanyeol gets it, their dicks meeting in heat pooling at Chanyeol’s crotch. He takes a second to squirt some lube on them so they don’t chafe as he finger-fucks Jongin, before easing more of his finger inside Jongin and reveling in the choke Jongin sputters out against his collarbone.
“Senpai,” Jongin moans, and the coil in Chanyeol’s stomach is tight, now, but he wants to bide his time, so he brings his other hand up to card through Jongin’s hair and yanks a little so he sees Jongin’s mouth before him, Jongin’s eyes clouded and a little unfocused with lust. A pretty sight to kiss.
Chanyeol fits his mouth to Jongin’s with voracity, shoving his tongue in Jongin’s mouth, dragging it over the flat of Jongin’s tongue, taking Jongin’s full, lower lip between his teeth and releasing it so he can lap at it soothingly. Jongin’s panting is getting more harried, now, bursts of air against Chanyeol’s tongue, and when Chanyeol pulls away to take a breath and catch Jongin’s eye he comes, with a stutter, over Chanyeol’s stomach, bucking his hips a little forward.
When Jongin looks up, though, there’s no trace of embarrassment at his early orgasm, just pure pleasure and a spark of something else Chanyeol can’t figure out, but he decides that he really likes this guy. Jongin catches his breath as Chanyeol pulls his finger out of Jongin’s asshole, leaving his palm on Jongin’s ass. Swiping Jongin’s finger through his own come on Chanyeol’s stomach, Chanyeol sucks it off, quite liking the way it looks incredibly erotic in the mirror across the room. Not bad at all.
“Senpai?” Jongin asks, peeking the tip of his tongue out a little as he pants, his hand still in Chanyeol’s as he looks at Chanyeol, which makes Chanyeol chuckle. Chanyeol cocks his head and holds Jongin an arm’s length away so he can see every inch of him, buck naked and sticky in front of him. Jongin’s ass looks pretty good, and that expanse of back is nice, but he’s gotten enough of it in the mirror, and he decides that Jongin’s thighs are pretty, too.
“I’m going to fuck your thighs,” he says, enjoying that it sounds like a statement instead of a question. Jongin nods eagerly.
“Where do you want me to stand,” Jongin looks around and both of them see a little raised brick layer at the doorframe of a shower stall. Jongin’s not that much shorter than Chanyeol, maybe a few centimetres, so it seems perfect. Jongin’s heading over before Chanyeol needs to say anything.
Jongin has good balance, Chanyeol discovers when he’s lubing Jongin’s thighs up and feeling their fullness sleek under his palm - he stands well on the brick ledge barely wide enough for a foot, bracing just one hand on the doorframe for support. Up close, now that Chanyeol has the opportunity to look at them, his nipples are dark and inviting. Chanyeol brushes a lazy thumb over one, watching it yield against the pressure and bob back. Jongin’s still watching him intently, the magnetism in his eyes still as captivating, and when Jongin runs his tongue under the edge of his teeth it looks almost pornographic, especially because Chanyeol doesn’t think it’s a conscious move to seduce him.
Chanyeol puts his hands on Jongin’s hips to push his cock between his thighs, watching Jongin tense his thighs, squeeze them round Chanyeol’s dick so the friction is delicious. At this height Jongin’s neck is right in front of Chanyeol’s eyes, the smooth lines glistening with sweat. Chanyeol licks experimentally at Jongin’s collarbone - the hard ridge of the bone is a good contrast to the soft flesh his tongue is used to, and before he can help himself he’s thrusting between Jongin’s legs, his balls slamming against Jongin’s thighs, sucking on Jongin’s collarbones, the hollow at the base of his throat, licking over the smooth bump of his Adam’s apple. Jongin moans a little, gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder hard, and when Chanyeol finds himself licking up Jongin’s neck, along his jaw to meet his mouth, Jongin kisses him with all the fervour of a paramour but all the neediness of a junior, melting against Chanyeol’s lips. He keeps his thighs tightly closed around Chanyeol, the tensing muscles in them firm around Chanyeol’s cock.
It feels like an eternity, but also much too briefly as he squeezes Jongin’s ass and thrusts between his cock, kissing Jongin occasionally, when he topples over the edge as Jongin hollows his cheeks around his tongue, pulling back a little so he comes over Jongin’s thighs and his hand, slumping a little against the doorframe. Jongin steps off it so he can watch Chanyeol, leave his lingering fingertips on Chanyeol’s skin.
“That was great,” Chanyeol says, reaching out to pull Jongin closer and feel that warm, lithe body on his.
“Yeah,” Jongin breathes, “senpai.”
Chanyeol chuckles and steps away from Jongin to turn the shower on and wash the sweat out of his eyes, but jerks Jongin over to turn the showerhead on him, laughing. He’ll be seeing a lot more of Jongin in future, he thinks.
chanyeol/jongin, nc-17, porn
chanyeol is a cocky motherfucker. jongin is eager to please. (hs water polo au) pwp
ha ha ha worst au ever. thanks to this pic, and potaoto: "i just want jongin to moan 'chanyeol senpai'" or smth to that effect.
The ball slams into the corner of the net long before the coach yells for the end of the game, but it’s the winning point anyway, and Chanyeol gets out of the pool to shake the water out of his hair and bump chests with Jongin.
“You did good, kid,” Chanyeol says, grinning and ruffling his hair.
Jongin watches him for a second too long, then breaks into a small grin. “Thanks, senpai.”
Jongin scrubs the pool water out of his hair as he brushes his hand over his head and looks satisfied, but even as they’re the only boys left putting the pool dividers and the nets back in storage Chanyeol can feel Jongin staring at him. He rather has an idea what this is all about - it’s not like Chanyeol hasn’t noticed the way Jongin watches him in the pool, or in the locker room normally, but this is the first time they’ve been alone.
Jongin heads to the locker room first, Chanyeol realising for the first time that his ass is not a bad looker, but he’s busying himself with his gym bag when Chanyeol comes in and slings his bag on the floor to step straight out of his Speedos. Jongin’s not exactly subtle when he gulps and pretends not to see.
Chanyeol snorts and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. “Jongin.”
“Yes, Chanyeol senpai,” Jongin gulps, the slight tremor in his voice betraying his poker face. Chanyeol grins and holds an arm out.
“Come here.”
Jongin complies, turning around so Chanyeol can see his erection. Chanyeol doesn’t like beating around the bush, so he drops it.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you.”
Jongin doesn’t meet his eyes, but he isn’t nervous, which surprises Chanyeol. Jongin does have spunk in the pool, but this is a refreshing way to experience it. “How do you want to fuck me?”
Chanyeol follows the bob of Jongin’s Adam’s apple when he swallows and looks back up to meet the dark appetence in Jongin’s eyes. “I want to suck you off, senpai.”
Jongin says it with no hesitance, no shame and it’s everything Chanyeol hadn’t known he wanted. “Okay.” He says, grinning when Jongin gets right to his knees to hold Chanyeol’s dick and touch the tip of his tongue to the head experimentally. There’s a tingly pleasure that starts from Chanyeol’s crotch, then Jongin’s sliding his entire mouth around Chanyeol’s dick.
“Chanyeol senpai, please," Jongin growls and Chanyeol rather likes the rough way his name sounds at the back of Jongin's throat, and the plea that follows, even though Jongin's the one on his knees, with Chanyeol's dick in his mouth, begging to suck Chanyeol off.
Chanyeol threads his fingers through Jongin's hair, yanking a little, gently so Jongin's mouth slides up his dick and Jongin’s lips are off his cock. Jongin darts his eyes up at Chanyeol, like waiting for approval to proceed. From this angle Jongin's lips around his cock look exceptionally pink and pretty. Jongin moans again and yeah, Chanyeol supposes he can continue. He nods a little, tilting his head back in pleasure when Jongin braces his hands on the back of his knees to take Chanyeol in his mouth again, his tongue already slick with spit so the action is easy. Jongin wiggles his tongue around, holding his mouth open so its thick heat is warm against the bottom of Chanyeol’s cock, which feels pretty great. Jongin keeps his eyes pinned on Chanyeol, even as he’s hollowing his cheeks and sucking down around Chanyeol so there is wet warmth all around Chanyeol’s cock and he feels a good kind of shiver in his veins, even as Jongin pulls away to hold just the tip of Chanyeol’s cock in his mouth and pop his lips off it in release. The way Jongin holds his mouth open, perfect cocksucking lips rounded in an O hovering before Chanyeol’s dick, still with his eyes on Chanyeol, like he’s eager to please and hesitant about whether Chanyeol’s enjoying any of it feels even better than Jongin’s lips against his skin, to be honest. And obviously Chanyeol’s not going to say no to a blowjob, especially not one by someone so hungry for his own dick.
“Go on,” he grins, slipping his hand so it’s at the base of Jongin’s head now, guiding him towards his cock, so Jongin slides his mouth up Chanyeol’s dick again, pressing tight against the skin till all of Chanyeol is in his mouth and his chin is tickling Chanyeol’s balls, bobbing his head a little like a textbook cocksucker.
“You’ve - done this a lot?” Chanyeol asks lazily, looking down as Jongin grips the back of his knees. Jongin seems a little startled at the question, snapping his eyes up from watching Chanyeol’s cock move in and out of his mouth to look at Chanyeol, slight alarm in his eyes.
“Not - really -” he slurs around a mouthful of Chanyeol, making to pull away and answer Chanyeol’s question properly, or something, but Chanyeol shakes his head and keeps his hand on Jongin’s head so his lips stay.
“Don’t stop,” Chanyeol almost has to bite his lip to stop it from sounding like a whine, “just wondering. It’s good.”
Jongin seems a little encouraged by the compliment and holds the base of Chanyeol’s dick so he can tilt his head back and close his lips around the hilt again, moving his head a little faster and Chanyeol can’t deny that Jongin is pretty good at this - or at least, Jongin around him really does feel great. His teeth grazing the bottom of Chanyeol’s dick applies just the right amount of pressure for it not to hurt, and then Jongin’s doing something with his balls and he thrusts involuntarily into Jongin’s mouth, moaning a little.
“You like my dick, don’t -” Chanyeol growls, not caring if he sounds like a bad porno, but chokes on his own words when Jongin presses the flat of his tongue against the tip of his dick, hard, and then pulls away to look at him.
“I do,” Jongin answers seriously, even though he’s panting and his voice is rough with lust - Chanyeol feels himself getting even harder at the recognition that this lust is for him - and Chanyeol can see Jongin’s dick full in his Speedos. Jongin’s best feature - his lips - are trembling a little and a little swollen and everything Chanyeol wants to feel against his mouth.
“Stand up,” Chanyeol rasps, much aware that he sounds very much desperate, too, but Jongin complies, getting to his feet gripping Chanyeol’s waist so hard that it almost hurts, but Jongin’s eyes hold such intense want that it almost stuns Chanyeol for a bit, hooking Chanyeol’s gaze so Chanyeol can’t seem to tear his eyes away. Jongin’s ragged breathing is the only thing he hears, almost echoing in the empty locker room, and across the room Chanyeol can see the smooth expanse of Jongin’s back in the mirror, the last drops of water from the pool earlier sliding down to hit the band of his Speedos. Jongin’s lips are still swollen and pink in front of him when he darts his eyes back, in front of him, ready for him to ravish.
So he fists Jongin’s hair again and leans forward to take those lips between his, kissing Jongin fiercely, sucking on Jongin’s thick, warm lip as Jongin slams his hips against Chanyeol’s inadvertently so Chanyeol feels his erection through his Speedos, clenching his fists by his side, almost like he’s hesitant to touch Chanyeol. Chanyeol chuckles around his tongue, sliding his other hand to hold Jongin’s ass, feel its tautness in the palm of his hand.
“You can touch,” he says, and shit - when Jongin’s hands are harried and eager on his skin, smoothing pool water over Chanyeol’s back and stomach, pressing against Chanyeol’s ass it feels so good, that he finds himself grinding back against Jongin, seeking more of the skin-on-skin contact. Jongin’s panting against his mouth, his hot tongue everywhere, pulling under Chanyeol’s own and against Chanyeol’s lip, up to graze Chanyeol’s nose at one point. Chanyeol finds that Jongin never takes his eyes off Chanyeol, with all the neediness and desire in the world in them. Chanyeol can't remember the last time someone's been so into him, and someone this attractive, too. Jongin's ass is tight and firm under Chanyeol's palm, and the noises Jongin makes as Chanyeol kisses him viciously all teeth and tongue are whines that taste of fervour on Chanyeol's tongue, breathy moans that go straight to Chanyeol's cock when he draws them out of Jongin.
The curves in Jongin's body - his neck and waist - are taut but smooth, sinewy muscle under soft skin, that Chanyeol doesn't realise he's pressing down hard on the side of Jongin's back, the curve where his back meets his ass, so hard that he's sure it'll bruise, but he kind of likes that, that he'll leave something he can admire later. Jongin's preoccupied in kissing him, still canting his hips forward so Chanyeol is dry humping his clothed erection. Chanyeol nearly gasps when Jongin slides an urgent hand down between them to cup Chanyeol's balls, breathing against his mouth as he stares up at Chanyeol, eyes hard and urgent. Almost begging, even.
“You -” Chanyeol manages, his voice cracking, “you want me to fuck you?” He hooks a finger in the band of Jongin’s Speedos and drags them down, teasingly, till they pool at Jongin’s feet on the floor.
“Yes,” Jongin breathes much too quickly against Chanyeol’s chin, looking up into Chanyeol’s eyes, holding his breath in nervous anticipation, like the way everything echoes in a vaccuum seconds before a match ends. Jongin’s eyes are steely like how they are when Jongin’s cramming in that extra push-up before the minute’s up, hungry and incredibly magnetic. The locker room sounds like hurried, nearly animalistic lust, his own panting out of sync with Jongin’s echoing off the walls, and there’s a wave of goosebumps on Chanyeol’s skin when he feels a inexplicably strong sense of attraction towards Jongin.
“Dry?” He smirks as he spreads his legs to lower himself so he can mouth at Jongin’s neck, lick a drop of sweat over his jaw over the bones at the bottom of his throat, dragging his tongue over the cadent jutting of Jongin’s neck as he breathes deeply, gripping Chanyeol’s ribs, unbridled in the moans Chanyeol draws out of him. The choke Jongin makes when Chanyeol slides a finger slowly through his asscrack to stop at his asshole sounds rough in Chanyeol’s ears, but good at the same time.
“I - have lube,” Jongin manages, waiting for Chanyeol’s confirmation before he breaks away to scrabble in his gym bag, ripping the zipper in his haste. The bottle of lube he brings over is new, like Jongin’d put it in his bag for this very reason - for Chanyeol to fuck him, which feels great, Chanyeol has to say. He’d wanted this to be a quick blowjob, smash and dash, but the fire in Jongin’s eyes and the way he’s begging for everything makes Chanyeol want to savour this, feel Jongin around his fingers and watch him come apart in the palm of his hand.
Lubing his fingers up, Chanyeol presses the pad of his thumb against Jongin’s asshole, applying slow pressure so Jongin squeezes his eyes shut and his chest heaves slick with sweat against Chanyeol’s with his laboured breathing, splaying his fingers against Chanyeol’s waist when Chanyeol finally slips the tip of his finger in shallowly.
“More?” Chanyeol asks, wanting to hear the raspy, begging yes from Jongin’s mouth so he can kiss it away and feel it on his tongue. Jongin has nearly all of his weight on Chanyeol’s with his knees weak when Chanyeol gets it, their dicks meeting in heat pooling at Chanyeol’s crotch. He takes a second to squirt some lube on them so they don’t chafe as he finger-fucks Jongin, before easing more of his finger inside Jongin and reveling in the choke Jongin sputters out against his collarbone.
“Senpai,” Jongin moans, and the coil in Chanyeol’s stomach is tight, now, but he wants to bide his time, so he brings his other hand up to card through Jongin’s hair and yanks a little so he sees Jongin’s mouth before him, Jongin’s eyes clouded and a little unfocused with lust. A pretty sight to kiss.
Chanyeol fits his mouth to Jongin’s with voracity, shoving his tongue in Jongin’s mouth, dragging it over the flat of Jongin’s tongue, taking Jongin’s full, lower lip between his teeth and releasing it so he can lap at it soothingly. Jongin’s panting is getting more harried, now, bursts of air against Chanyeol’s tongue, and when Chanyeol pulls away to take a breath and catch Jongin’s eye he comes, with a stutter, over Chanyeol’s stomach, bucking his hips a little forward.
When Jongin looks up, though, there’s no trace of embarrassment at his early orgasm, just pure pleasure and a spark of something else Chanyeol can’t figure out, but he decides that he really likes this guy. Jongin catches his breath as Chanyeol pulls his finger out of Jongin’s asshole, leaving his palm on Jongin’s ass. Swiping Jongin’s finger through his own come on Chanyeol’s stomach, Chanyeol sucks it off, quite liking the way it looks incredibly erotic in the mirror across the room. Not bad at all.
“Senpai?” Jongin asks, peeking the tip of his tongue out a little as he pants, his hand still in Chanyeol’s as he looks at Chanyeol, which makes Chanyeol chuckle. Chanyeol cocks his head and holds Jongin an arm’s length away so he can see every inch of him, buck naked and sticky in front of him. Jongin’s ass looks pretty good, and that expanse of back is nice, but he’s gotten enough of it in the mirror, and he decides that Jongin’s thighs are pretty, too.
“I’m going to fuck your thighs,” he says, enjoying that it sounds like a statement instead of a question. Jongin nods eagerly.
“Where do you want me to stand,” Jongin looks around and both of them see a little raised brick layer at the doorframe of a shower stall. Jongin’s not that much shorter than Chanyeol, maybe a few centimetres, so it seems perfect. Jongin’s heading over before Chanyeol needs to say anything.
Jongin has good balance, Chanyeol discovers when he’s lubing Jongin’s thighs up and feeling their fullness sleek under his palm - he stands well on the brick ledge barely wide enough for a foot, bracing just one hand on the doorframe for support. Up close, now that Chanyeol has the opportunity to look at them, his nipples are dark and inviting. Chanyeol brushes a lazy thumb over one, watching it yield against the pressure and bob back. Jongin’s still watching him intently, the magnetism in his eyes still as captivating, and when Jongin runs his tongue under the edge of his teeth it looks almost pornographic, especially because Chanyeol doesn’t think it’s a conscious move to seduce him.
Chanyeol puts his hands on Jongin’s hips to push his cock between his thighs, watching Jongin tense his thighs, squeeze them round Chanyeol’s dick so the friction is delicious. At this height Jongin’s neck is right in front of Chanyeol’s eyes, the smooth lines glistening with sweat. Chanyeol licks experimentally at Jongin’s collarbone - the hard ridge of the bone is a good contrast to the soft flesh his tongue is used to, and before he can help himself he’s thrusting between Jongin’s legs, his balls slamming against Jongin’s thighs, sucking on Jongin’s collarbones, the hollow at the base of his throat, licking over the smooth bump of his Adam’s apple. Jongin moans a little, gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder hard, and when Chanyeol finds himself licking up Jongin’s neck, along his jaw to meet his mouth, Jongin kisses him with all the fervour of a paramour but all the neediness of a junior, melting against Chanyeol’s lips. He keeps his thighs tightly closed around Chanyeol, the tensing muscles in them firm around Chanyeol’s cock.
It feels like an eternity, but also much too briefly as he squeezes Jongin’s ass and thrusts between his cock, kissing Jongin occasionally, when he topples over the edge as Jongin hollows his cheeks around his tongue, pulling back a little so he comes over Jongin’s thighs and his hand, slumping a little against the doorframe. Jongin steps off it so he can watch Chanyeol, leave his lingering fingertips on Chanyeol’s skin.
“That was great,” Chanyeol says, reaching out to pull Jongin closer and feel that warm, lithe body on his.
“Yeah,” Jongin breathes, “senpai.”
Chanyeol chuckles and steps away from Jongin to turn the shower on and wash the sweat out of his eyes, but jerks Jongin over to turn the showerhead on him, laughing. He’ll be seeing a lot more of Jongin in future, he thinks.