I Can Love You More than This
I Can Love You More than This
~2,190;nc-17;oneshot
kris/chanyeol
warning: because sex?
Bing had this prompt and I was in such a good mood and the idea was just so cute I couldn't resist! It's not all that great but here it is anyway!
“Welcome home!” eleven voices fill his ears the moment he toes off his shoes. Yi Fan hasn’t seen them in so long. Skype calls can only fill the heart so much. More importantly, though, he hasn’t felt Chanyeol’s warmth in what feels like millenia.
“Welcome home!” eleven voices fill his ears the moment he toes off his shoes. Yi Fan hasn’t seen them in so long. Skype calls can only fill the heart so much. More importantly, though, he hasn’t felt Chanyeol’s warmth in what feels like millenia.
Nevertheless, a grin pulls his thin lips upward and his tired eyes into an eyesmile. He drops his bag, graciously gifted to him by one of his loving fansites, and is immediately hugged by Zi Tao. He looks thinner than when he last saw him up close like this. His cheeks are thinner. Collarbones jut out of his tank top a little more prominently. “Ge, I missed you a lot,” the younger boy sighs.
“I missed you too, Taozi.” He’s missed this, being held and being around something familiar and safe.
The reunion is cut short by Baekhyun who playfully wedges himself between the two taller men. “Stop hogging Yi Fan hyung. We missed him, too ya know!” Zi Tao responds by throwing an muscled arm around his shorter hyung and hiding his face in the curly brown hair.
“Hate to cut all the happy fun times short but can we eat? I’m starving,” Sehun deadpans. He looks much thinner, too, Yi fan notes. In fact, they all look so much thinner. His heart sinks a little. He scans the group and suddenly he notices the ridiculous fur hat on Chanyeol’s head.
“Yeah, food sounds good.” Yi Fan agrees. Before he can properly greet his boyfriend, the other scuttles away into the kitchen.
Chanyeol is about to leave for practice with the others, who have already left, when Yi Fan calls after Chanyeol who hasn’t said a word to the elder since he got back. Yi Fan gotten sheepish looks and shy smiles, but no bear-crushing hugs or warm lips against his own. Nothing.
Did something change while they were apart?
Chanyeol tugs his hat down even more and bites down on his chapped lips “Uh...yeah, hyung?” He’s missed that voice so much. The static and echoes on Skype don’t do his velvet voice any justice. Yi Fan bites back a shiver and walks up to the strangely dressed boy.
“You didn’t even greet me. Is something wrong?” suddenly Chanyeol feels guilty for making Yi Fan feel like he’s done something wrong, and Chanyeol has seen too much of those furrowed eyebrows in the last few months. He can’t bear knowing that this time it was his fault Yi Fan looked so unhappy and anxious.
“No, hyung, of course not. It--it’s just that...” he trails off, lips pursed.
“Did something happen?” Chanyeol apprehensively points to his hat. “Oh,” Yi Fan finally smiles and chuckles at how childish Chanyeol was behaving. “That’s it? That’s what you’re nervous about? Let me see,” Yi Fan reaches for the hat but Chanyeol shrinks back and bats Yi Fan’s hands away.
Chanyeol slurs all his words together and he feels his face flush. He can even feel his ears warming up and it’s not the hat’s fault. “I don’t like it. It’s really bad and I look stupid and my ears are showing. You know how I’m self-conscious about my ears, they’re huge and flop around and I just look so weird. Hyung, please just--you can’t look at me. I look like Minho hyung except worse. Oh my god I look like an alien. You can’t see me like this.” He thinks he probably looks ridiculous but this was better than what the stylist noona had done to him. It would take forever for all his hair to grow back.
“I’m sure it looks fine, Chanyeol. I’ll think you’re handsome no matter what. Let me see,” Yi fan insists, reaching forward again.
Chanyeol throws arms around his head, “No!”
Yi Fan laughs at the overreaction and figures another way to coax the younger man into showing Yi Fan his new haircut. “Okay, okay you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but could you at least hug me? It’s been, like, two months and I’ve missed you so much.” Chanyeol brightens up at that and envelops Yi Fan in his all the energy he had. The taller man could feel the heat through the layers of fabric, spreading across every inch of flesh, seeping through every pore, and ultimately the flames licked at his heart.
He could feel Chanyeol’s nose brushing against his the spot behind his ear and chapped lips on his neck. Every breath the younger man took gave Yi Fan goosebumps. Yi Fan pulls back a little, raises the flap of the ridiculous hat and leans in close.
“I miss you so much. No matter what you look like I’ll always love you, big floppy ears and all. I missed you so much you don’t even know.” Chanyeol squeezes his eyes shut and he’s blushing again.
“I missed you, too.” he manages to stammer.
“Show your hyung your haircut, hmm? Please?” Yi Fan asks, biting down on the soft flesh.
“O--okay, okay. Fine. You can’t laugh at me, though.”
“I promise.”
Chanyeol places a tentative hand on the ridiculous hat and starts to pull it off his head. He can’t look at Yi Fan anymore and looks down. The blush still hasn’t left his cheeks. In fact, it’s getting worse. When the hat is finally off his head, Chanyeol hears a strange sound, something between a cough and a snort. He shyly looks up and he sees his boyfriend with lips folded back to prevent from laughing.
Chanyeol frowns at the confirmation of how awful his haircut is. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m not laughing, I swear! It’s just...interesting...It’s an interesting look. It looks fine. Your ears look adorable, okay? Don’t worry about it. You look just fine, Chanyeol. Really.” Yi Fan gathers Chanyeol’s face in his hands and plays with his ears with his thumbs. “So cute.” he smiles.
“Hyung,” the younger whines.
“You don’t want me to call you cute?”
Chanyeol grimaces. “It’s just embarrassing...”
“What’s wrong with loving how you look?”
“Nothing...I guess...”
“You don’t believe me.”
“No, I do...but I don’t think I’m as cute as you think I am.”
“Let me prove it.” Yi Fan leans in close again but is more aggressive this time, nipping and tugging at Chanyeol’s ear. The younger man suppresses shivers that climb up his spine.
“How?” Yi Fan only smirks back at him before pulling the other in the direction of his bedroom. As soon as the door closes, Yi Fan presses Chanyeol’s body against the door and their lips together. Occasionally, Chanyeol yelps when Yi Fan bites down too hard, and the sound travels right down through the pit of Yi Fan’s stomach and to his half-hard cock. Yi Fan growls at the sounds and Chanyeol bucks his hips in return.
“Hyung--” Chanyeol gasps, but before he gets to finish, Yi Fan has pushed him onto the bed and was making quick work of the layers of clothing between them. After removing all their clothing, Yi Fan situated himself on top of Chanyeol, straddling his thin hips and licking and sucking at the spot behind Chanyeol’s ear. Slowly, Yi Fan trailed kisses down the expanse of Chanyeol’s long torso and stopping at his hips, sucking dark red marks onto each side.
“Hyung, please,” the younger pants, gripping at bed sheets with frustration. Yi Fan leans over the other male splayed out beneath him, purposely grinding against him as he reaches behind the bed to pull out a bottle of lube. Chanyeol lets out an unrestrained moan as he grips the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning bone white.
“Spread your legs.” Chanyeol didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately doing what was commanded of him. “You seem eager.” Yi Fan smirks, raising an eyebrow.
Chanyeol bites his already abused lips and shyly replies, “It’s--it’s been a while.” YI Fan lets out a chuckle and slips in a slick finger. The younger man gasps at the sudden intrusion and tries to keep from thrashing around. He’s missed the feeling of Yi Fan prepping him with a skilled hand and gentle caresses to his hips; his own fingers were never enough. “More. Please.” Chanyeol chokes out. Yi Fan complies with the request, happy to elicit more throaty moans from his boyfriend.
When he adds a third lubed finger, Chanyeol is begging to be touched. “Not yet.” Yi Fan presses kisses to Chanyeol’s thighs instead. Low-pitched whines fall past of Chanyeol’s lips when Yi Fan pulls out, and his now stretched hole spasms at the loss. But when Yi Fan finally settles inside of him, a string of feral groans echo throughout the room. Yi Fan leans over Chanyeol and starts to bite and suck on his still pink ears while rhythmically thrusting his hips into the younger man.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” Yi Fan chuckles.
“This isn’t,” Chanyeol takes a moment to keen when Yi Fan thrusts into that particular spot, “--cute.”
“But it is. You’re all pink and making the most adorable noises while I fuck you.” Chanyeol unintentionally whines again. “You missed me, huh? Missed having my cock in your ass, isn’t that right?” when Chanyeol moans again, Yi Fan kisses him and swallows every sound he makes. The pulsating heat slipping in and out of him was too addicting. He wanted, needed more stimulation. “When you touched yourself, did you think of me?” Chanyeol shudders, recalling every time he reached past his boxer waistband under the covers or finger-fucked himself in the shower, imagining Yi Fan sucking him, filling him, touching him until he spilled into his hand.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Yi fan proceeds to bite down extra hard on Chanyeol’s ear, eliciting another cry from the man beneath him. “Show hyung how you touched yourself.”
Finally. He could finally indulge himself in the friction he needed so badly, especially since Yi Fan had denied him previously. Once Chanyeol found a steady pace and writhed less, Yi Fan leaned back, without pausing his thrusts, to admire his handiwork--a blushing Park Chanyeol fisting himself while being fucked, regardless of the ridiculous hair, was quite possibly the most arousing thing Wu Yi Fan had ever seen (except for that one time Chanyeol had somehow tied his hands together and himself to Yi Fan’s bed with a dildo buried in his ass but that’s a completely different level of arousal). This arousal came from knowing the beautiful scene before him was his doing. He was the one responsible for making Chanyeol writhe and thrash in the sheets, moan wantonly without restraint, and his skin flush as pink as a summer sunset. This knowledge was amazingly empowering.
Yi Fan resumes nibbling at Chanyeol’s ears and murmuring things that embarrassed Chanyeol.“You’re even cuter when you’re red and touching yourself like this.” Chanyeol keens and arches off the bed. Yi Fan thinks of this as a sign to take Chanyeol deeper and faster, abusing his prostate with every movement. Chanyeol, too, started pumping his length at a faster and more frantic pace.
The elder man feels Chanyeol’s stomach muscles stiffen against his own and his thighs lock. His hand glides along his length in an erratic rhythm. He’s close. So. Close. And for a moment Yi Fan wonders if he should slow down and have Chanyeol suffer through the haze of a receding impending orgasm but decides against it when his own cock reminds him that he’s close as well.
When Chanyeol finally cums, he does so choking out Yi Fan’s name. The other couldn’t stand the tight pressure clenching tightly around his cock and cums inside Chanyeol not soon after, continuing to thrust until he had ridden out the rest of his orgasm in the tight heat. Yi Fan slumps forward and leans on his elbows, watching Chanyeol’s broad pale chest rise and fall and dark eyes flutter in bliss.
“You look the cutest like this,” Yi Fan says, nuzzling Chanyeol’s neck softly. The younger man only softly grunts in response. After they had both come down from their post-coital high, Yi Fan gently pulled out of Chanyeol and grabbed some tissues to clean up the sticky mess Chanyeol had made on their stomachs, which the other was grateful for.
Once both were settled back in bed, it was Chanyeol’s turn to take care of the other, holding the other man close. He looked down and was sad to see the dark circles that rimmed Yi Fan’s eyes but at least they were together again, he thought.
“So I guess my hair isn’t that bad.”
“It just takes some getting used to...and some styling,” Yi Fan murmurs the last part into Chanyeol’s skin and thankfully it only comes out as garbled noises.
“And my ears look alright?”
“Yes.”
“It’s just hair, right? It grows back.”
“Yes.”
“And--”
“Chanyeol,”
“What?”
“Shut up and sleep.”
“Sorry, hyung.” Chanyeol sheepishly replies. “I love you.”
“Love you, too. Now. Sleep.”
Even sexed up Chanyeol is still ridiculously talkative. Some things just don’t change even in a world that constantly does.
a/n: this was also graciously beta-d by my lovely friend rebecca<3 and thank you to flora for basically giving me the plot and ate elaine and irene for cheering me on as i slave away on this lmao you guys are the best!<3
~2,190;nc-17;oneshot
kris/chanyeol
warning: because sex?
Bing had this prompt and I was in such a good mood and the idea was just so cute I couldn't resist! It's not all that great but here it is anyway!
“Welcome home!” eleven voices fill his ears the moment he toes off his shoes. Yi Fan hasn’t seen them in so long. Skype calls can only fill the heart so much. More importantly, though, he hasn’t felt Chanyeol’s warmth in what feels like millenia.
“Welcome home!” eleven voices fill his ears the moment he toes off his shoes. Yi Fan hasn’t seen them in so long. Skype calls can only fill the heart so much. More importantly, though, he hasn’t felt Chanyeol’s warmth in what feels like millenia.
Nevertheless, a grin pulls his thin lips upward and his tired eyes into an eyesmile. He drops his bag, graciously gifted to him by one of his loving fansites, and is immediately hugged by Zi Tao. He looks thinner than when he last saw him up close like this. His cheeks are thinner. Collarbones jut out of his tank top a little more prominently. “Ge, I missed you a lot,” the younger boy sighs.
“I missed you too, Taozi.” He’s missed this, being held and being around something familiar and safe.
The reunion is cut short by Baekhyun who playfully wedges himself between the two taller men. “Stop hogging Yi Fan hyung. We missed him, too ya know!” Zi Tao responds by throwing an muscled arm around his shorter hyung and hiding his face in the curly brown hair.
“Hate to cut all the happy fun times short but can we eat? I’m starving,” Sehun deadpans. He looks much thinner, too, Yi fan notes. In fact, they all look so much thinner. His heart sinks a little. He scans the group and suddenly he notices the ridiculous fur hat on Chanyeol’s head.
“Yeah, food sounds good.” Yi Fan agrees. Before he can properly greet his boyfriend, the other scuttles away into the kitchen.
Chanyeol is about to leave for practice with the others, who have already left, when Yi Fan calls after Chanyeol who hasn’t said a word to the elder since he got back. Yi Fan gotten sheepish looks and shy smiles, but no bear-crushing hugs or warm lips against his own. Nothing.
Did something change while they were apart?
Chanyeol tugs his hat down even more and bites down on his chapped lips “Uh...yeah, hyung?” He’s missed that voice so much. The static and echoes on Skype don’t do his velvet voice any justice. Yi Fan bites back a shiver and walks up to the strangely dressed boy.
“You didn’t even greet me. Is something wrong?” suddenly Chanyeol feels guilty for making Yi Fan feel like he’s done something wrong, and Chanyeol has seen too much of those furrowed eyebrows in the last few months. He can’t bear knowing that this time it was his fault Yi Fan looked so unhappy and anxious.
“No, hyung, of course not. It--it’s just that...” he trails off, lips pursed.
“Did something happen?” Chanyeol apprehensively points to his hat. “Oh,” Yi Fan finally smiles and chuckles at how childish Chanyeol was behaving. “That’s it? That’s what you’re nervous about? Let me see,” Yi Fan reaches for the hat but Chanyeol shrinks back and bats Yi Fan’s hands away.
Chanyeol slurs all his words together and he feels his face flush. He can even feel his ears warming up and it’s not the hat’s fault. “I don’t like it. It’s really bad and I look stupid and my ears are showing. You know how I’m self-conscious about my ears, they’re huge and flop around and I just look so weird. Hyung, please just--you can’t look at me. I look like Minho hyung except worse. Oh my god I look like an alien. You can’t see me like this.” He thinks he probably looks ridiculous but this was better than what the stylist noona had done to him. It would take forever for all his hair to grow back.
“I’m sure it looks fine, Chanyeol. I’ll think you’re handsome no matter what. Let me see,” Yi fan insists, reaching forward again.
Chanyeol throws arms around his head, “No!”
Yi Fan laughs at the overreaction and figures another way to coax the younger man into showing Yi Fan his new haircut. “Okay, okay you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but could you at least hug me? It’s been, like, two months and I’ve missed you so much.” Chanyeol brightens up at that and envelops Yi Fan in his all the energy he had. The taller man could feel the heat through the layers of fabric, spreading across every inch of flesh, seeping through every pore, and ultimately the flames licked at his heart.
He could feel Chanyeol’s nose brushing against his the spot behind his ear and chapped lips on his neck. Every breath the younger man took gave Yi Fan goosebumps. Yi Fan pulls back a little, raises the flap of the ridiculous hat and leans in close.
“I miss you so much. No matter what you look like I’ll always love you, big floppy ears and all. I missed you so much you don’t even know.” Chanyeol squeezes his eyes shut and he’s blushing again.
“I missed you, too.” he manages to stammer.
“Show your hyung your haircut, hmm? Please?” Yi Fan asks, biting down on the soft flesh.
“O--okay, okay. Fine. You can’t laugh at me, though.”
“I promise.”
Chanyeol places a tentative hand on the ridiculous hat and starts to pull it off his head. He can’t look at Yi Fan anymore and looks down. The blush still hasn’t left his cheeks. In fact, it’s getting worse. When the hat is finally off his head, Chanyeol hears a strange sound, something between a cough and a snort. He shyly looks up and he sees his boyfriend with lips folded back to prevent from laughing.
Chanyeol frowns at the confirmation of how awful his haircut is. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m not laughing, I swear! It’s just...interesting...It’s an interesting look. It looks fine. Your ears look adorable, okay? Don’t worry about it. You look just fine, Chanyeol. Really.” Yi Fan gathers Chanyeol’s face in his hands and plays with his ears with his thumbs. “So cute.” he smiles.
“Hyung,” the younger whines.
“You don’t want me to call you cute?”
Chanyeol grimaces. “It’s just embarrassing...”
“What’s wrong with loving how you look?”
“Nothing...I guess...”
“You don’t believe me.”
“No, I do...but I don’t think I’m as cute as you think I am.”
“Let me prove it.” Yi Fan leans in close again but is more aggressive this time, nipping and tugging at Chanyeol’s ear. The younger man suppresses shivers that climb up his spine.
“How?” Yi Fan only smirks back at him before pulling the other in the direction of his bedroom. As soon as the door closes, Yi Fan presses Chanyeol’s body against the door and their lips together. Occasionally, Chanyeol yelps when Yi Fan bites down too hard, and the sound travels right down through the pit of Yi Fan’s stomach and to his half-hard cock. Yi Fan growls at the sounds and Chanyeol bucks his hips in return.
“Hyung--” Chanyeol gasps, but before he gets to finish, Yi Fan has pushed him onto the bed and was making quick work of the layers of clothing between them. After removing all their clothing, Yi Fan situated himself on top of Chanyeol, straddling his thin hips and licking and sucking at the spot behind Chanyeol’s ear. Slowly, Yi Fan trailed kisses down the expanse of Chanyeol’s long torso and stopping at his hips, sucking dark red marks onto each side.
“Hyung, please,” the younger pants, gripping at bed sheets with frustration. Yi Fan leans over the other male splayed out beneath him, purposely grinding against him as he reaches behind the bed to pull out a bottle of lube. Chanyeol lets out an unrestrained moan as he grips the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning bone white.
“Spread your legs.” Chanyeol didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately doing what was commanded of him. “You seem eager.” Yi Fan smirks, raising an eyebrow.
Chanyeol bites his already abused lips and shyly replies, “It’s--it’s been a while.” YI Fan lets out a chuckle and slips in a slick finger. The younger man gasps at the sudden intrusion and tries to keep from thrashing around. He’s missed the feeling of Yi Fan prepping him with a skilled hand and gentle caresses to his hips; his own fingers were never enough. “More. Please.” Chanyeol chokes out. Yi Fan complies with the request, happy to elicit more throaty moans from his boyfriend.
When he adds a third lubed finger, Chanyeol is begging to be touched. “Not yet.” Yi Fan presses kisses to Chanyeol’s thighs instead. Low-pitched whines fall past of Chanyeol’s lips when Yi Fan pulls out, and his now stretched hole spasms at the loss. But when Yi Fan finally settles inside of him, a string of feral groans echo throughout the room. Yi Fan leans over Chanyeol and starts to bite and suck on his still pink ears while rhythmically thrusting his hips into the younger man.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” Yi Fan chuckles.
“This isn’t,” Chanyeol takes a moment to keen when Yi Fan thrusts into that particular spot, “--cute.”
“But it is. You’re all pink and making the most adorable noises while I fuck you.” Chanyeol unintentionally whines again. “You missed me, huh? Missed having my cock in your ass, isn’t that right?” when Chanyeol moans again, Yi Fan kisses him and swallows every sound he makes. The pulsating heat slipping in and out of him was too addicting. He wanted, needed more stimulation. “When you touched yourself, did you think of me?” Chanyeol shudders, recalling every time he reached past his boxer waistband under the covers or finger-fucked himself in the shower, imagining Yi Fan sucking him, filling him, touching him until he spilled into his hand.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Yi fan proceeds to bite down extra hard on Chanyeol’s ear, eliciting another cry from the man beneath him. “Show hyung how you touched yourself.”
Finally. He could finally indulge himself in the friction he needed so badly, especially since Yi Fan had denied him previously. Once Chanyeol found a steady pace and writhed less, Yi Fan leaned back, without pausing his thrusts, to admire his handiwork--a blushing Park Chanyeol fisting himself while being fucked, regardless of the ridiculous hair, was quite possibly the most arousing thing Wu Yi Fan had ever seen (except for that one time Chanyeol had somehow tied his hands together and himself to Yi Fan’s bed with a dildo buried in his ass but that’s a completely different level of arousal). This arousal came from knowing the beautiful scene before him was his doing. He was the one responsible for making Chanyeol writhe and thrash in the sheets, moan wantonly without restraint, and his skin flush as pink as a summer sunset. This knowledge was amazingly empowering.
Yi Fan resumes nibbling at Chanyeol’s ears and murmuring things that embarrassed Chanyeol.“You’re even cuter when you’re red and touching yourself like this.” Chanyeol keens and arches off the bed. Yi Fan thinks of this as a sign to take Chanyeol deeper and faster, abusing his prostate with every movement. Chanyeol, too, started pumping his length at a faster and more frantic pace.
The elder man feels Chanyeol’s stomach muscles stiffen against his own and his thighs lock. His hand glides along his length in an erratic rhythm. He’s close. So. Close. And for a moment Yi Fan wonders if he should slow down and have Chanyeol suffer through the haze of a receding impending orgasm but decides against it when his own cock reminds him that he’s close as well.
When Chanyeol finally cums, he does so choking out Yi Fan’s name. The other couldn’t stand the tight pressure clenching tightly around his cock and cums inside Chanyeol not soon after, continuing to thrust until he had ridden out the rest of his orgasm in the tight heat. Yi Fan slumps forward and leans on his elbows, watching Chanyeol’s broad pale chest rise and fall and dark eyes flutter in bliss.
“You look the cutest like this,” Yi Fan says, nuzzling Chanyeol’s neck softly. The younger man only softly grunts in response. After they had both come down from their post-coital high, Yi Fan gently pulled out of Chanyeol and grabbed some tissues to clean up the sticky mess Chanyeol had made on their stomachs, which the other was grateful for.
Once both were settled back in bed, it was Chanyeol’s turn to take care of the other, holding the other man close. He looked down and was sad to see the dark circles that rimmed Yi Fan’s eyes but at least they were together again, he thought.
“So I guess my hair isn’t that bad.”
“It just takes some getting used to...and some styling,” Yi Fan murmurs the last part into Chanyeol’s skin and thankfully it only comes out as garbled noises.
“And my ears look alright?”
“Yes.”
“It’s just hair, right? It grows back.”
“Yes.”
“And--”
“Chanyeol,”
“What?”
“Shut up and sleep.”
“Sorry, hyung.” Chanyeol sheepishly replies. “I love you.”
“Love you, too. Now. Sleep.”
Even sexed up Chanyeol is still ridiculously talkative. Some things just don’t change even in a world that constantly does.
a/n: this was also graciously beta-d by my lovely friend rebecca<3 and thank you to flora for basically giving me the plot and ate elaine and irene for cheering me on as i slave away on this lmao you guys are the best!<3