did you clean your pants with windex, 'cause i can see myself in them
did you clean your pants with windex, 'cause i can see myself in them
chanyeol/jongin, nc-17, porn... fluff?
so jongin spends about half his time laughing at chanyeol, but that's okay because he makes up for it in other ways. sequel to my neighbour monggu, but you don't really have to read that!
hahaha this was just an excuse to write porn....... inspired in part by this. thanks potaoto for going over everything as usual :3333
“Hey, Kevin, stop,” Jongin says half-heartedly, watching Kevin chew out an old pair of his sweatpants, but Chanyeol can tell he’s given up trying to stop Kevin by now. He doesn’t even say anything himself anymore - they’d gone through a trying phase after Chanyeol moved in where they kept trying to keep Kevin away from Jongin’s things, but Kevin’s penchant for all things Monggu (and by extension, Jongin) is still unwavering. Now Chanyeol mostly laughs at Kevin hanging on to one of Jongin’s old articles of clothing he’d set aside for this very purpose everywhere he goes, even to his bed right next to Monggu. Chanyeol suspects it’s because Jongin’s clothes smell like Monggu - it’s not that he knows this because he smells Jongin’s clothes on a regular basis, he swears to Kris.
Chanyeol just stretches and lets himself slide sideways to fall onto Jongin’s lap, surprising Monggu who’d been on his lap, off the couch to head over to her play area. Jongin frowns down at him.
“Oops,” Chanyeol says, not really sorry at all as he offers his brightest grin to Jongin. Jongin looks at him for a moment and rolls his eyes, then reaches over Chanyeol to grab his camera on the coffee table.
“Don’t drop it on my face,” Chanyeol tells him half-jokingly, because Jongin’s clumsiness is a force to be reckoned and it’s a new camera, one Chanyeol had shelled out a good chunk of his savings to get. Also the part about his face. Jongin just ignores him and fiddles around with the buttons, holding the camera up with clearly amateur hands at Monggu, then Kevin.
“Wow, the zoom on this works really well,” Jongin mumbles as he snaps away, then practically sticks the camera up Chanyeol’s nostrils before taking another. The laugh that Jongin bursts into when he looks at his handiwork is startling and Chanyeol jack-knives up to look.
“What.”
Jongin’s shaking all over with mirth, holding his tummy and clutching the camera, which really doesn’t sound very nice, so when Chanyeol pulls his hand over to look at the screen he’s not really surprised to find an incredibly unflattering picture of himself, way too close and too much forehead because Jongin had angled it all wrong. Jongin’s still doubled over in laughter.
“Ass,” Chanyeol swats at his face and tries to grab the camera, but Jongin wrestles it out of his grasp to wedge it in between the couch armrest and himself so Chanyeol can’t get to it, still laughing, so Chanyeol tries hitting him with a nearby cap, but it falls short of his face anyway - they both already knew it would. Jongin goes right on laughing at the bad picture, taking a peek at the camera wedged between his butt and the armrest, then glances at Chanyeol and bursts into fresh hysterical laughter again. Chanyeol gets a face full of Jongin’s spit.
“Give - me - that,” Chanyeol grunts as he attempts to yank the camera away so he can delete the picture, but Jongin refuses, twisting himself so his back is against the corner of the couch instead and completely shielding the camera, shoving his legs in Chanyeol’s lap. “No.”
“Do you think I won’t delete it later anyway, when you’re asleep or something,” Chanyeol glares at him, but Jongin just grins wider at him and despite everything Chanyeol just thinks he looks annoyingly adorable.
“Nope,” Jongin says and settles against the couch comfortably to stretch his legs over Chanyeol’s, “I’ll sleep with it in my pants or something.”
Chanyeol narrows his eyes and leans in so Jongin’s face is about a foot away from him - from this distance he can clearly see the acne scars that he likes teasing Jongin about, but really finds endearing. “Yeah?” Jongin’s eyes meet his steely enough to match his challenge.
“Yeah,” Jongin says and leans in closer, till Chanyeol goes a little cross-eyed at how close Jongin is - their noses are practically grazing, and it’s a second of Chanyeol trying to keep his glare up and Jongin’s eyes twinkling at him in mirth before Jongin leans in to fit their mouths together.
Chanyeol’s not really a sappy person (no one cares about Sehun’s opinion), but making out with Jongin is one of his favourite past-times, feeling Jongin’s hair between his fingers as Jongin puts those lips to good use, holding Chanyeol’s lip between his own, catching Chanyeol’s tongue with his lips almost playfully before popping them off and finding Chanyeol’s lips again. Chanyeol could spend - has spent - hours just making out with Jongin, classes forgotten and dogs ignored, feeling Jongin up and smoothing his hands over Jongin’s skin, feeling his breath tickle his nose. There’s really little else that tops this.
Chanyeol doesn’t even know how long they’ve been kissing, somehow with Jongin ending up on his back with his head on the armrest, Chanyeol draped over half of Jongin’s frame, until Jongin makes a low whine and pushes Chanyeol away a little so he can reach behind himself to retrieve the camera and slide it onto the coffee table. Chanyeol laughs and hovers his lips an inch away from Jongin’s, looking down at his boyfriend.
“Don’t think I’m not gonna delete that picture,” he tells Jongin, though really he’s past caring. He just wants to see that smirk on Jongin’s face again so he can kiss it off. Jongin just laughs and pulls Chanyeol’s arm out from under him so he can wind his hand round the back of Chanyeol’s head and pull him down for another kiss, warm and insistent with the flat of his tongue against Chanyeol’s.
Chanyeol laughs at Jongin's pleased face when he finally, finally pulls away to catch his breath, still flat against Jongin's torso because he really likes how Jongin feels like that, and winds his hand down to slip it under Jongin's shirt and tickle him, scrabbling his fingertips against Jongin's side till Jongin’s yelling and writhing around under him, flailing about so he whacks his arm against Chanyeol’s head.
“Ow,” Chanyeol exclaims and sits back up, clutching the side of his head so Jongin doesn’t see his face and waits for Jongin to take the bait. He can’t say he’s too pleased, however, when Jongin’s weight lifts from the couch and he looks up to see Jongin at his bedroom door, completely and utterly deadpan. Chanyeol hates that Jongin doesn’t ever fall for the whole pleading shebang - not with him, at least.
Then Jongin breaks into a short spurt of laughter before he can stop himself, before schooling his features back into nonchalance. “Aren’t you coming in?”
The grin that emerges on Chanyeol’s face splits his lips faster than he can jump up and run towards Jongin (this is kind of a running thing that’s been going on, but he would rather die than tell Kris or Sehun this), and the click of the lock Jongin turns in his bedroom door is even more satisfying. Chanyeol smirks and backs Jongin up against his door, bracing the flat of his palm against the door so he can look straight into Jongin’s eyes with a grin he takes care not to make too leering. Jongin rakes his eyes down to Chanyeol’s feet, then back up with nary an eyebrow twitch - he doesn’t have much of an expression, actually, and that makes Chanyeol a little offended. This was prime hot shit in front of him, c’mon.
“What?” Chanyeol snaps.
Jongin just snorts again, rolling his eyes, but before Chanyeol knows it he’s got his hands fisted in the collar of Chanyeol’s shirt to pull Chanyeol closer for a kiss, languid with just a hint of fieriness and Chanyeol shuts up.
Sucking face with Jongin tends to do one thing to Chanyeol, and he realises that when Jongin shifts against him and his pants are unnaturally tight. Which naturally leads to Chanyeol maneuvering Jongin over to the bed while keeping the kiss up - he thinks Jongin kind of gets the idea anyway, so that makes it a lot easier, and he’s a lot less hesitant about shoving Jongin backwards when they reach it so he’s sprawled on his back, glaring at Chanyeol.
“Asshole,” Jongin mumbles, “I didn’t say you could shove me.”
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says cheerfully, not sorry at all, as he crawls onto the bed to brace his knees on either side of Jongin’s ass and lean down to kiss him again. Jongin kisses back almost immediately, so Chanyeol figures he’s in the clear and grins extra widely (obnoxiously) when he pulls away, pleased to see that Jongin’s got a reluctant smile on his lips.
“You are such a dick,” Jongin mumbles against his lips, though he’s rounding a hand over Chanyeol’s butt and slipping it into his back pocket. Chanyeol smirks.
“Suck your dick, did you say,” he murmurs, kissing Jongin’s protest off his tongue till he’s exhaling quietly against Chanyeol’s lips, holding Chanyeol’s ass tighter in his palm. Chanyeol slips a little to the side so he can slide his hand down to smooth it over Jongin’s dick, catching Jongin’s lip between his before letting it go and chuckling as it bobs in place, and by the time he’s progressed to mouthing at Jongin’s jaw, pressing small, warm kisses to his ear and licking the shell of it he’s pretty sure that’s what Jongin wants to say right now. Jongin’s small smile is hard earned, given that Chanyeol’s popping quite a boner himself, but worth it when Jongin moans, a spine-tingling sound that slips into Chanyeol’s ears easily when he licks over Jongin’s Adam’s apple.
Running his fingers over the front of Jongin’s sweatpants and bending to kiss Jongin’s collarbones gets Jongin tipping his head back with a moan, slipping between the two pillows to land on the mattress, which makes Chanyeol chuckle and push himself up on his hand so he can push Jongin’s shirt up to his chest. Jongin practically tears it off himself.
“Whoa, steady, tiger,” Chanyeol chuckles and goes back to mouthing at his neck, tracing his fingers around the outline of Jongin’s cock and sliding them along its length, almost gleeful at the way he’s drawing breathy sighs out of Jongin. Jongin’s hand comes up lazily to smooth over his side, slipping under Chanyeol’s tee carelessly, then falls back on the mattress when Chanyeol pulls his tongue lower to swipe over a nipple, rough and fast, then painfully slowly, watching it yield against the pressure. The way Jongin’s ass tightens against Chanyeol’s stomach flat against its side and how he bucks his pelvis up just imperceptibly when Chanyeol slips his hand inside Jongin’s sweatpants (man, was finding out that Jongin didn’t really wear underwear at home one of the best discoveries of his life) feels great and sends a tingle right down to his own dick. The only thing Chanyeol likes better than sucking face with Jongin is watching how Jongin comes apart in his hands, really.
He keeps at it, holding Jongin’s cock in his hands before pumping it a little, shallowly, flicking at Jongin’s nipple before popping his lips off it noisily. It’s not long before Jongin groans in frustration and shoves at Chanyeol on his chest. “God, suck my dick already.”
Chanyeol’s only too happy to oblige, but he likes making Jongin work for things, so he grins as he gets up to pull Jongin’s sweatpants off and settle between his legs, Jongin scooting up against the headboard so Chanyeol has enough space to bend over. “I’ll think about it,” he singsongs, licking a stripe up the underside of Jongin’s dick, then moves lower to kiss the inside of Jongin’s thigh, enjoying the way his thigh tenses a little too much.
“Hey, I’m ticklish,” Jongin frowns, looking down at Chanyeol.
“I know.” Chanyeol just grins twice as cheerfully and continues, nuzzling Jongin’s thigh, then kissing down it till he reaches his knee, then back up. A turned-on and tickled Jongin produces very amusing results, he discovers in the process, Jongin alternating between jerking off the bed in his squirming and moaning, his fingers fisted in the sheets.
“Chanyeol-” Jongin hisses, but chokes on the word when Chanyeol reaches up to squeeze his dick a little. “Ass-”
Chanyeol doesn’t let him get any more words in, holding the base of his dick to take the tip in his mouth, shimmying his tongue below it. Jongin’s moan tunnels right down to his cock when Chanyeol slides his lips downwards to meet his fingers, then decides that’s about enough. Jongin’s head snaps down so fast Chanyeol’s sure he’s got whiplash when Chanyeol lifts his lips off Jongin’s dick.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Chanyeol says as sweetly as he can, then licks the inside of Jongin’s thigh, near his balls as he gives his dick another playful squeeze and is rewarded with a painful slam of Jongin’s thigh in his face and Chanyeol’s the one choking now.
“What the fuck?” There’s something about glaring at Jongin between his legs and Jongin’s dick probably blocking his face that Chanyeol’s sure takes away from the offense he’s trying to convey, because Jongin’s shoulders are shaking a little in laughter.
“I told you I was ticklish.” Jongin actually looks kind of smug about the whole thing, the little shit.
Chanyeol narrows his eyes and straightens. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
Jongin just laughs, sitting up so he’s drawn almost to Chanyeol’s height. “And you’re going to rely on your lousy hand, then, in the toilet,” Jongin grins and reaches over to undo the button of Chanyeol’s jeans as Chanyeol sputters in his search for a comeback and hooks his fingers in Chanyeol’s belt loops.
“Come here and shut up, dumbass,” Jongin says, getting to his knees and tugging Chanyeol over, and Chanyeol finds himself shutting up for the upteenth time today - not like he has anything to complain about, because Jongin’s got his hand in his pants.
So Chanyeol might have gotten slapped in the face by Jongin’s thigh earlier, but it takes barely several strokes of Jongin’s palm wrapped around his cock to get him nearly close, though he takes care not to look too much like a sucker. It’s something to do with Jongin’s tongue flicking around his, his teeth gentle around the shell of his ear, his tongue hot against the skin of his neck. Chanyeol’s not really thinking straight now, not when Jongin’s tugging his jeans and briefs off his hips so he can jerk Chanyeol properly, slide his hand roughly up and down Chanyeol’s cock. It kind of burns, but in a nice way, and Chanyeol’s too preoccupied with enjoying how good Jongin’s tongue feels on his neck. He doesn’t even mind when Jongin chuckles a little and straightens, then tightens his hold around Chanyeol’s dick to tug him over lightly, closer so he can hold both of their dicks.
“Ow,” Chanyeol says just because, though his hand is already reaching over to hold Jongin’s ass. He steals a pinch at Jongin’s butt for spite. Jongin pulls away from sucking on Chanyeol’s lip to glare at him half-heartedly.
“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” Jongin murmurs and goes back to kissing Chanyeol, “you did that to me last week.”
Erroneous, because Chanyeol hadn’t been this rough, but whatever. Kissing Jongin silly is higher on his priorities now, though he ensures to put a hint more teeth than necessary. His best asset, after all. Jongin would be honoured to be graced by their presence.
It feels like an eternity of kissing Jongin and letting him jerk them off, feeling the coil in Chanyeol’s crotch tighten before Jongin breaks away with a muttered fuck and reaches over to scrabble in the bedside drawer for lube. The sight of Jongin sprawled on his stomach is a nice one to behold - Chanyeol momentarily considers asking Jongin to bend over for him, but Jongin’s back with the lube soon enough and the way his fingers slide over Chanyeol’s dick slick and easy isn’t too bad at all. This way the friction is a different kind of good, rubbing against Jongin’s cock and Chanyeol lets his head fall backwards a little in pleasure, then holds Jongin’s jaw in his palm to lift his head and kiss him, seek out that tongue again. Chanyeol lets out a choked moan against Jongin’s chuckle when Jongin forgoes their dicks for a second to cup Chanyeol’s balls in his hand, tease them a little with his fingers.
“Loser,” Jongin mutters around Chanyeol’s tongue, but Chanyeol’s beyond caring - he can feel he’s close, so he focuses on massaging Jongin’s ass, feeling it heavy in his palm and before he knows it he’s coming, with a sputter, over Jongin’s stomach. Jongin looks down, looking vaguely amused, then back up at Chanyeol.
“That fast?”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes - like he’d ever admit Jongin is good at this shit, so he just sits back down on his heels and enjoys his orgasm as he watches as Jongin jerks himself off lazily for a good minute, before placing his hands on Jongin’s shoulders to make him sit.
“I’ll do it,” he offers nonchalantly, though mostly he just wants to lick his come off Jongin’s stomach, feel the smooth ridges of Jongin’s abs on his tongue. Help Jongin clean up, and throw in a free blowjob for the heck of it. Chanyeol’s a helpful guy. Jongin snorts like he can read Chanyeol’s mind, but stretches his legs and lets Chanyeol suck him off.
Chanyeol’s not too bad at this game, either, especially with Jongin - he knows what to do to get Jongin off, how to suck as hard as he can, then release Jongin’s cock with a noisy slurp, so he prides himself on a job well done when Jongin comes into his mouth, his hand fisted in Chanyeol’s hair. His come tastes pretty good, so Chanyeol licks his lips and gets up to stretch himself over the bed next to Jongin, heaving his leg over Jongin’s just because. Jongin’s choked oof sounds almost as good as when he’d cursed under his breath when he came, really.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking elephant,” Jongin complains and shoves Chanyeol’s leg off him. “Get off me.”
“Meanie,” Chanyeol says, though he’s grinning, and turns to bring a knee up between Jongin’s legs. “I’ll let you clean up, since you smacked me in the face with your thigh.”
Jongin snorts and meets Chanyeol’s eyes. “Then you shouldn’t have tickled me.”
“It’s called foreplay, jesus.”
Jongin reaches behind himself to grab the box of tissues on the bedside drawer to practically throw it in Chanyeol’s face, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
Not really the treatment he’d been looking for, but that had been a pretty good fuck - he’ll let this slide. Plenty of chances to get back at Jongin in future, anyway.
chanyeol/jongin, nc-17, porn... fluff?
so jongin spends about half his time laughing at chanyeol, but that's okay because he makes up for it in other ways. sequel to my neighbour monggu, but you don't really have to read that!
hahaha this was just an excuse to write porn....... inspired in part by this. thanks potaoto for going over everything as usual :3333
“Hey, Kevin, stop,” Jongin says half-heartedly, watching Kevin chew out an old pair of his sweatpants, but Chanyeol can tell he’s given up trying to stop Kevin by now. He doesn’t even say anything himself anymore - they’d gone through a trying phase after Chanyeol moved in where they kept trying to keep Kevin away from Jongin’s things, but Kevin’s penchant for all things Monggu (and by extension, Jongin) is still unwavering. Now Chanyeol mostly laughs at Kevin hanging on to one of Jongin’s old articles of clothing he’d set aside for this very purpose everywhere he goes, even to his bed right next to Monggu. Chanyeol suspects it’s because Jongin’s clothes smell like Monggu - it’s not that he knows this because he smells Jongin’s clothes on a regular basis, he swears to Kris.
Chanyeol just stretches and lets himself slide sideways to fall onto Jongin’s lap, surprising Monggu who’d been on his lap, off the couch to head over to her play area. Jongin frowns down at him.
“Oops,” Chanyeol says, not really sorry at all as he offers his brightest grin to Jongin. Jongin looks at him for a moment and rolls his eyes, then reaches over Chanyeol to grab his camera on the coffee table.
“Don’t drop it on my face,” Chanyeol tells him half-jokingly, because Jongin’s clumsiness is a force to be reckoned and it’s a new camera, one Chanyeol had shelled out a good chunk of his savings to get. Also the part about his face. Jongin just ignores him and fiddles around with the buttons, holding the camera up with clearly amateur hands at Monggu, then Kevin.
“Wow, the zoom on this works really well,” Jongin mumbles as he snaps away, then practically sticks the camera up Chanyeol’s nostrils before taking another. The laugh that Jongin bursts into when he looks at his handiwork is startling and Chanyeol jack-knives up to look.
“What.”
Jongin’s shaking all over with mirth, holding his tummy and clutching the camera, which really doesn’t sound very nice, so when Chanyeol pulls his hand over to look at the screen he’s not really surprised to find an incredibly unflattering picture of himself, way too close and too much forehead because Jongin had angled it all wrong. Jongin’s still doubled over in laughter.
“Ass,” Chanyeol swats at his face and tries to grab the camera, but Jongin wrestles it out of his grasp to wedge it in between the couch armrest and himself so Chanyeol can’t get to it, still laughing, so Chanyeol tries hitting him with a nearby cap, but it falls short of his face anyway - they both already knew it would. Jongin goes right on laughing at the bad picture, taking a peek at the camera wedged between his butt and the armrest, then glances at Chanyeol and bursts into fresh hysterical laughter again. Chanyeol gets a face full of Jongin’s spit.
“Give - me - that,” Chanyeol grunts as he attempts to yank the camera away so he can delete the picture, but Jongin refuses, twisting himself so his back is against the corner of the couch instead and completely shielding the camera, shoving his legs in Chanyeol’s lap. “No.”
“Do you think I won’t delete it later anyway, when you’re asleep or something,” Chanyeol glares at him, but Jongin just grins wider at him and despite everything Chanyeol just thinks he looks annoyingly adorable.
“Nope,” Jongin says and settles against the couch comfortably to stretch his legs over Chanyeol’s, “I’ll sleep with it in my pants or something.”
Chanyeol narrows his eyes and leans in so Jongin’s face is about a foot away from him - from this distance he can clearly see the acne scars that he likes teasing Jongin about, but really finds endearing. “Yeah?” Jongin’s eyes meet his steely enough to match his challenge.
“Yeah,” Jongin says and leans in closer, till Chanyeol goes a little cross-eyed at how close Jongin is - their noses are practically grazing, and it’s a second of Chanyeol trying to keep his glare up and Jongin’s eyes twinkling at him in mirth before Jongin leans in to fit their mouths together.
Chanyeol’s not really a sappy person (no one cares about Sehun’s opinion), but making out with Jongin is one of his favourite past-times, feeling Jongin’s hair between his fingers as Jongin puts those lips to good use, holding Chanyeol’s lip between his own, catching Chanyeol’s tongue with his lips almost playfully before popping them off and finding Chanyeol’s lips again. Chanyeol could spend - has spent - hours just making out with Jongin, classes forgotten and dogs ignored, feeling Jongin up and smoothing his hands over Jongin’s skin, feeling his breath tickle his nose. There’s really little else that tops this.
Chanyeol doesn’t even know how long they’ve been kissing, somehow with Jongin ending up on his back with his head on the armrest, Chanyeol draped over half of Jongin’s frame, until Jongin makes a low whine and pushes Chanyeol away a little so he can reach behind himself to retrieve the camera and slide it onto the coffee table. Chanyeol laughs and hovers his lips an inch away from Jongin’s, looking down at his boyfriend.
“Don’t think I’m not gonna delete that picture,” he tells Jongin, though really he’s past caring. He just wants to see that smirk on Jongin’s face again so he can kiss it off. Jongin just laughs and pulls Chanyeol’s arm out from under him so he can wind his hand round the back of Chanyeol’s head and pull him down for another kiss, warm and insistent with the flat of his tongue against Chanyeol’s.
Chanyeol laughs at Jongin's pleased face when he finally, finally pulls away to catch his breath, still flat against Jongin's torso because he really likes how Jongin feels like that, and winds his hand down to slip it under Jongin's shirt and tickle him, scrabbling his fingertips against Jongin's side till Jongin’s yelling and writhing around under him, flailing about so he whacks his arm against Chanyeol’s head.
“Ow,” Chanyeol exclaims and sits back up, clutching the side of his head so Jongin doesn’t see his face and waits for Jongin to take the bait. He can’t say he’s too pleased, however, when Jongin’s weight lifts from the couch and he looks up to see Jongin at his bedroom door, completely and utterly deadpan. Chanyeol hates that Jongin doesn’t ever fall for the whole pleading shebang - not with him, at least.
Then Jongin breaks into a short spurt of laughter before he can stop himself, before schooling his features back into nonchalance. “Aren’t you coming in?”
The grin that emerges on Chanyeol’s face splits his lips faster than he can jump up and run towards Jongin (this is kind of a running thing that’s been going on, but he would rather die than tell Kris or Sehun this), and the click of the lock Jongin turns in his bedroom door is even more satisfying. Chanyeol smirks and backs Jongin up against his door, bracing the flat of his palm against the door so he can look straight into Jongin’s eyes with a grin he takes care not to make too leering. Jongin rakes his eyes down to Chanyeol’s feet, then back up with nary an eyebrow twitch - he doesn’t have much of an expression, actually, and that makes Chanyeol a little offended. This was prime hot shit in front of him, c’mon.
“What?” Chanyeol snaps.
Jongin just snorts again, rolling his eyes, but before Chanyeol knows it he’s got his hands fisted in the collar of Chanyeol’s shirt to pull Chanyeol closer for a kiss, languid with just a hint of fieriness and Chanyeol shuts up.
Sucking face with Jongin tends to do one thing to Chanyeol, and he realises that when Jongin shifts against him and his pants are unnaturally tight. Which naturally leads to Chanyeol maneuvering Jongin over to the bed while keeping the kiss up - he thinks Jongin kind of gets the idea anyway, so that makes it a lot easier, and he’s a lot less hesitant about shoving Jongin backwards when they reach it so he’s sprawled on his back, glaring at Chanyeol.
“Asshole,” Jongin mumbles, “I didn’t say you could shove me.”
“Sorry,” Chanyeol says cheerfully, not sorry at all, as he crawls onto the bed to brace his knees on either side of Jongin’s ass and lean down to kiss him again. Jongin kisses back almost immediately, so Chanyeol figures he’s in the clear and grins extra widely (obnoxiously) when he pulls away, pleased to see that Jongin’s got a reluctant smile on his lips.
“You are such a dick,” Jongin mumbles against his lips, though he’s rounding a hand over Chanyeol’s butt and slipping it into his back pocket. Chanyeol smirks.
“Suck your dick, did you say,” he murmurs, kissing Jongin’s protest off his tongue till he’s exhaling quietly against Chanyeol’s lips, holding Chanyeol’s ass tighter in his palm. Chanyeol slips a little to the side so he can slide his hand down to smooth it over Jongin’s dick, catching Jongin’s lip between his before letting it go and chuckling as it bobs in place, and by the time he’s progressed to mouthing at Jongin’s jaw, pressing small, warm kisses to his ear and licking the shell of it he’s pretty sure that’s what Jongin wants to say right now. Jongin’s small smile is hard earned, given that Chanyeol’s popping quite a boner himself, but worth it when Jongin moans, a spine-tingling sound that slips into Chanyeol’s ears easily when he licks over Jongin’s Adam’s apple.
Running his fingers over the front of Jongin’s sweatpants and bending to kiss Jongin’s collarbones gets Jongin tipping his head back with a moan, slipping between the two pillows to land on the mattress, which makes Chanyeol chuckle and push himself up on his hand so he can push Jongin’s shirt up to his chest. Jongin practically tears it off himself.
“Whoa, steady, tiger,” Chanyeol chuckles and goes back to mouthing at his neck, tracing his fingers around the outline of Jongin’s cock and sliding them along its length, almost gleeful at the way he’s drawing breathy sighs out of Jongin. Jongin’s hand comes up lazily to smooth over his side, slipping under Chanyeol’s tee carelessly, then falls back on the mattress when Chanyeol pulls his tongue lower to swipe over a nipple, rough and fast, then painfully slowly, watching it yield against the pressure. The way Jongin’s ass tightens against Chanyeol’s stomach flat against its side and how he bucks his pelvis up just imperceptibly when Chanyeol slips his hand inside Jongin’s sweatpants (man, was finding out that Jongin didn’t really wear underwear at home one of the best discoveries of his life) feels great and sends a tingle right down to his own dick. The only thing Chanyeol likes better than sucking face with Jongin is watching how Jongin comes apart in his hands, really.
He keeps at it, holding Jongin’s cock in his hands before pumping it a little, shallowly, flicking at Jongin’s nipple before popping his lips off it noisily. It’s not long before Jongin groans in frustration and shoves at Chanyeol on his chest. “God, suck my dick already.”
Chanyeol’s only too happy to oblige, but he likes making Jongin work for things, so he grins as he gets up to pull Jongin’s sweatpants off and settle between his legs, Jongin scooting up against the headboard so Chanyeol has enough space to bend over. “I’ll think about it,” he singsongs, licking a stripe up the underside of Jongin’s dick, then moves lower to kiss the inside of Jongin’s thigh, enjoying the way his thigh tenses a little too much.
“Hey, I’m ticklish,” Jongin frowns, looking down at Chanyeol.
“I know.” Chanyeol just grins twice as cheerfully and continues, nuzzling Jongin’s thigh, then kissing down it till he reaches his knee, then back up. A turned-on and tickled Jongin produces very amusing results, he discovers in the process, Jongin alternating between jerking off the bed in his squirming and moaning, his fingers fisted in the sheets.
“Chanyeol-” Jongin hisses, but chokes on the word when Chanyeol reaches up to squeeze his dick a little. “Ass-”
Chanyeol doesn’t let him get any more words in, holding the base of his dick to take the tip in his mouth, shimmying his tongue below it. Jongin’s moan tunnels right down to his cock when Chanyeol slides his lips downwards to meet his fingers, then decides that’s about enough. Jongin’s head snaps down so fast Chanyeol’s sure he’s got whiplash when Chanyeol lifts his lips off Jongin’s dick.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Chanyeol says as sweetly as he can, then licks the inside of Jongin’s thigh, near his balls as he gives his dick another playful squeeze and is rewarded with a painful slam of Jongin’s thigh in his face and Chanyeol’s the one choking now.
“What the fuck?” There’s something about glaring at Jongin between his legs and Jongin’s dick probably blocking his face that Chanyeol’s sure takes away from the offense he’s trying to convey, because Jongin’s shoulders are shaking a little in laughter.
“I told you I was ticklish.” Jongin actually looks kind of smug about the whole thing, the little shit.
Chanyeol narrows his eyes and straightens. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
Jongin just laughs, sitting up so he’s drawn almost to Chanyeol’s height. “And you’re going to rely on your lousy hand, then, in the toilet,” Jongin grins and reaches over to undo the button of Chanyeol’s jeans as Chanyeol sputters in his search for a comeback and hooks his fingers in Chanyeol’s belt loops.
“Come here and shut up, dumbass,” Jongin says, getting to his knees and tugging Chanyeol over, and Chanyeol finds himself shutting up for the upteenth time today - not like he has anything to complain about, because Jongin’s got his hand in his pants.
So Chanyeol might have gotten slapped in the face by Jongin’s thigh earlier, but it takes barely several strokes of Jongin’s palm wrapped around his cock to get him nearly close, though he takes care not to look too much like a sucker. It’s something to do with Jongin’s tongue flicking around his, his teeth gentle around the shell of his ear, his tongue hot against the skin of his neck. Chanyeol’s not really thinking straight now, not when Jongin’s tugging his jeans and briefs off his hips so he can jerk Chanyeol properly, slide his hand roughly up and down Chanyeol’s cock. It kind of burns, but in a nice way, and Chanyeol’s too preoccupied with enjoying how good Jongin’s tongue feels on his neck. He doesn’t even mind when Jongin chuckles a little and straightens, then tightens his hold around Chanyeol’s dick to tug him over lightly, closer so he can hold both of their dicks.
“Ow,” Chanyeol says just because, though his hand is already reaching over to hold Jongin’s ass. He steals a pinch at Jongin’s butt for spite. Jongin pulls away from sucking on Chanyeol’s lip to glare at him half-heartedly.
“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” Jongin murmurs and goes back to kissing Chanyeol, “you did that to me last week.”
Erroneous, because Chanyeol hadn’t been this rough, but whatever. Kissing Jongin silly is higher on his priorities now, though he ensures to put a hint more teeth than necessary. His best asset, after all. Jongin would be honoured to be graced by their presence.
It feels like an eternity of kissing Jongin and letting him jerk them off, feeling the coil in Chanyeol’s crotch tighten before Jongin breaks away with a muttered fuck and reaches over to scrabble in the bedside drawer for lube. The sight of Jongin sprawled on his stomach is a nice one to behold - Chanyeol momentarily considers asking Jongin to bend over for him, but Jongin’s back with the lube soon enough and the way his fingers slide over Chanyeol’s dick slick and easy isn’t too bad at all. This way the friction is a different kind of good, rubbing against Jongin’s cock and Chanyeol lets his head fall backwards a little in pleasure, then holds Jongin’s jaw in his palm to lift his head and kiss him, seek out that tongue again. Chanyeol lets out a choked moan against Jongin’s chuckle when Jongin forgoes their dicks for a second to cup Chanyeol’s balls in his hand, tease them a little with his fingers.
“Loser,” Jongin mutters around Chanyeol’s tongue, but Chanyeol’s beyond caring - he can feel he’s close, so he focuses on massaging Jongin’s ass, feeling it heavy in his palm and before he knows it he’s coming, with a sputter, over Jongin’s stomach. Jongin looks down, looking vaguely amused, then back up at Chanyeol.
“That fast?”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes - like he’d ever admit Jongin is good at this shit, so he just sits back down on his heels and enjoys his orgasm as he watches as Jongin jerks himself off lazily for a good minute, before placing his hands on Jongin’s shoulders to make him sit.
“I’ll do it,” he offers nonchalantly, though mostly he just wants to lick his come off Jongin’s stomach, feel the smooth ridges of Jongin’s abs on his tongue. Help Jongin clean up, and throw in a free blowjob for the heck of it. Chanyeol’s a helpful guy. Jongin snorts like he can read Chanyeol’s mind, but stretches his legs and lets Chanyeol suck him off.
Chanyeol’s not too bad at this game, either, especially with Jongin - he knows what to do to get Jongin off, how to suck as hard as he can, then release Jongin’s cock with a noisy slurp, so he prides himself on a job well done when Jongin comes into his mouth, his hand fisted in Chanyeol’s hair. His come tastes pretty good, so Chanyeol licks his lips and gets up to stretch himself over the bed next to Jongin, heaving his leg over Jongin’s just because. Jongin’s choked oof sounds almost as good as when he’d cursed under his breath when he came, really.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking elephant,” Jongin complains and shoves Chanyeol’s leg off him. “Get off me.”
“Meanie,” Chanyeol says, though he’s grinning, and turns to bring a knee up between Jongin’s legs. “I’ll let you clean up, since you smacked me in the face with your thigh.”
Jongin snorts and meets Chanyeol’s eyes. “Then you shouldn’t have tickled me.”
“It’s called foreplay, jesus.”
Jongin reaches behind himself to grab the box of tissues on the bedside drawer to practically throw it in Chanyeol’s face, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
Not really the treatment he’d been looking for, but that had been a pretty good fuck - he’ll let this slide. Plenty of chances to get back at Jongin in future, anyway.