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EXO - Kris/Chanyeol
1509 words ; NC-17
Sex isn't the very first thing on Chanyeol's To-Do list when Kris finally returns from Korea, but it's definitely within the top five.
Based on this prompt at exopromptmeme.
Chanyeol tilts his head back, exhaling when Kris swallows him all the way down, lips stretching obscenely around his length. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect and it’s been so long that Chanyeol can’t help bucking up into the heat, Kris taking the thrust easily even as it hits the back of his throat. Kris sets a steady rhythm, pulling up so only the tip is in his mouth before sliding back down, tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock on each upward stroke. It’s hard getting used to Kris’s new hairstyle-Chanyeol’s hands automatically come up to grab uselessly at his head as heat starts to coil in his belly, and he settles for running his fingertips through the now shorter strands. Kris curls his fingers more securely around his thighs in response, his tongue laving up the side and across the tip of his cock in a way that has Chanyeol panting.
When Chanyeol pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can get a better look, Kris is already watching him, eyes steady and warm even as he bobs his head back down, always making sure Chanyeol is enjoying himself. Very deliberately, his eyes never leaving Chanyeol’s, Kris swallows around his length, once, twice, and Chanyeol moans, head dropping forward as the muscles in his throat ripple around his cock. His hips jerk up again, but this time Kris holds them firmly in place. Kris’s eyes narrow in amusement when Chanyeol huffs, annoyed, and he strokes his thumbs soothingly over his hipbones.
Kris has always liked putting Chanyeol’s needs above his own, working until Chanyeol is gasping and shaking and as strung out as possible before finding his own release. Chanyeol has never had that same patience. He’s eager in bed like he is with most things, pushing Kris down onto the nearest surface and tugging his shirt over his head the minute they’re alone, all while Kris laughs and palms his hips.
Kris pulls his mouth off Chanyeol’s cock and replaces it with his hand, the slick saliva allowing him to stroke him more quickly than his mouth could. Chanyeol’s head lolls back, his eyes fluttering closed when Kris works his hand faster.
“It’s okay,” Kris murmurs, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
That’s enough to bring Chanyeol back to focus a little through the fog of pleasure, and he shakes his head, tugging uselessly at Kris’s shirt. Kris has never had trouble understanding what he wants, and he climbs onto the bed with Chanyeol, surging forward to bring their lips together. Chanyeol’s hands fumble with the buttons on Kris’s ridiculously tight jeans before plunging inside to wrap around his rapidly hardening length, swallowing Kris’s moan.
Whichever group member doesn’t know they’re sleeping together will almost definitely know after this, but Chanyeol can’t really bring himself to care, not when he’s painfully hard and Kris is bucking against his hand, panting into his shoulder. It was already hard to find time alone when it was six people to a dorm, much less now that they all live together. At least they don’t have to resort to phone sex or sneaking in and out of each other’s dorms at odd hours of the night anymore. It helps that two-thirds of Chanyeol’s roommates know about them, and they wisely cleared out the minute Chanyeol tugged Kris into their room to give them some space.
Kris maneuvers him onto his hands and knees, running his hands over Chanyeol’s thighs and the curve of his ass while Chanyeol fumbles for the bottle of lube and a condom hidden at the bottom of his sock drawer. He tosses both over his shoulder, impatient to get started. Kris chuckles, slapping his ass lightly before popping the bottle of lube open, and Chanyeol grunts when Kris presses cold, slick fingers against his entrance.
“Shh, let me do this,” Kris murmurs, dropping a quick kiss on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, “It’s been a while, I need to stretch you.”
He’s careful and slow as always, opening Chanyeol up until he’s stretched around three fingers, panting and rocking back and forth to get more friction. Chanyeol nearly whimpers when he pulls his fingers out, but he hears the crinkle of foil and plastic and twists his neck to watch as Kris unrolls the condom down his length, stroking himself a few times.
Kris lines the tip of his cock against his entrance and presses in, holding eye contact with him until Chanyeol can’t take it anymore, turning back forward and dropping his head down with a groan. His skin feels hypersensitive to Kris’s touch, Kris’s thighs pressed against his and his hands on his hips and every inch of him sliding into Chanyeol. As fantastic as Kris’s fingers are, they can’t compare to this.
“Is this okay?” Kris asks he’s fully seated, and Chanyeol just nods frantically and cants his hips backwards, because he needs this, it’s been so long.
The first slide has Kris moaning out loud, Chanyeol muffling his own sounds into the pillow.
“You feel so amazing,” Kris says, grinding his hips hard so Chanyeol arches underneath him with a soft moan, “God, I missed you so much.”
Chanyeol doesn’t think there’s a way to convey the months of frustration, of settling for late night Skype sessions and jerking off in the shower with only the memory of Kris’s touch for company, and even if there was, Chanyeol can’t seem to find the words. It’s all he can do to pant and curl his fingers into his pillow as he rocks backwards into Kris’s thrusts.
Surprisingly, it’s always been Kris who’s more vocal in bed, murmuring words of encouragement when Chanyeol rides him, telling him how good he felt around him and how perfect he was. Chanyeol has a bad habit of biting his lip to keep most of his sounds in, so much so that Kris tries to ease it out from between his teeth in between slow, maddening thrusts to keep him from breaking skin.
He arches his back when Kris licks his way up his spine, stopping to bite down on his shoulder. Chanyeol tries to tilt his hips up to find the perfect angle and gasps, his entire body jerking, when Kris’s next thrust sends sparks racing up his spine.
Kris puts his hand over Chanyeol’s, interlacing their fingers on the bedsheets. When he nips at Chanyeol’s ear, Chanyeol turns his head to find his mouth. It’s an awkward angle, but their open-mouthed kiss is slow, thorough, and filthy, mimicking the way Kris rocks into him from behind. Chanyeol is so, so hard and he wants nothing more than to touch himself, but his arms already feel like jelly, and he’s afraid he’ll lose balance entirely if he moves one to relieve pressure on his cock.
When he clenches around Kris, the other’s hips stutter for a moment. He grins and does it again, just to hear Kris hiss, “Fuck, Chanyeol,” against his lips.
Kris nips at his bottom lip in retaliation, and his tongue lingers against Chanyeol’s for a brief moment before he pulls away and straightens to grip his hips. He’s so gentle in the beginning, and it never fails to send a sharp spike of arousal up Chanyeol’s spine when Kris starts to unravel, those large hands cupping his hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts turning sharp and erratic.
Chanyeol barely even realizes he’s speaking, a choked “Yes, yes, fuck,” muffled by the pillow each time Kris slams into him. He’s wound up so tight, each thrust sliding in so deeply that he can barely breathe, and he has to tilt his head to the side to gasp for air.
“Come on, baby, come on,” Kris murmurs and finally, finally reaches down to wrap a hand around Chanyeol’s length, stroking him roughly in time to his thrusts. It’s so, so good that Chanyeol nearly sobs, trying to rock backward into Kris’s thrusts and forward into his hand at the same time.
Chanyeol half-shouts when he comes, the sheer intensity and force of it catching him off-guard, his legs shaking. Kris fucks him through his orgasm, slams into him a few more times, each thrust making Chanyeol’s over-sensitive body jerk, before he shudders, his entire body going still for a moment before he slumps over Chanyeol’s back.
Even in their post-orgasm haze, Kris is careful not to rest his full weight on him. There’s a slow exhale, followed by a quick kiss to the back of Chanyeol’s neck before Kris pulls away. He barely has enough time to pull off the condom and knot it before Chanyeol is pulling him down for a rough kiss. They’re lazily exploring each other’s mouths when there’s a brisk knock on the door.
“If you’re done,” Luhan’s voice calls, sounding way too amused for his own good, “I think there are other people here who want to welcome you back.”
“Not in the same way, though,” Yixing is quick to add.
*****
In which I firmly believe Kris would be the biggest cheeseball in bed.
EXO - Kris/Chanyeol
1509 words ; NC-17
Sex isn't the very first thing on Chanyeol's To-Do list when Kris finally returns from Korea, but it's definitely within the top five.
Based on this prompt at exopromptmeme.
Chanyeol tilts his head back, exhaling when Kris swallows him all the way down, lips stretching obscenely around his length. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect and it’s been so long that Chanyeol can’t help bucking up into the heat, Kris taking the thrust easily even as it hits the back of his throat. Kris sets a steady rhythm, pulling up so only the tip is in his mouth before sliding back down, tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock on each upward stroke. It’s hard getting used to Kris’s new hairstyle-Chanyeol’s hands automatically come up to grab uselessly at his head as heat starts to coil in his belly, and he settles for running his fingertips through the now shorter strands. Kris curls his fingers more securely around his thighs in response, his tongue laving up the side and across the tip of his cock in a way that has Chanyeol panting.
When Chanyeol pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can get a better look, Kris is already watching him, eyes steady and warm even as he bobs his head back down, always making sure Chanyeol is enjoying himself. Very deliberately, his eyes never leaving Chanyeol’s, Kris swallows around his length, once, twice, and Chanyeol moans, head dropping forward as the muscles in his throat ripple around his cock. His hips jerk up again, but this time Kris holds them firmly in place. Kris’s eyes narrow in amusement when Chanyeol huffs, annoyed, and he strokes his thumbs soothingly over his hipbones.
Kris has always liked putting Chanyeol’s needs above his own, working until Chanyeol is gasping and shaking and as strung out as possible before finding his own release. Chanyeol has never had that same patience. He’s eager in bed like he is with most things, pushing Kris down onto the nearest surface and tugging his shirt over his head the minute they’re alone, all while Kris laughs and palms his hips.
Kris pulls his mouth off Chanyeol’s cock and replaces it with his hand, the slick saliva allowing him to stroke him more quickly than his mouth could. Chanyeol’s head lolls back, his eyes fluttering closed when Kris works his hand faster.
“It’s okay,” Kris murmurs, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
That’s enough to bring Chanyeol back to focus a little through the fog of pleasure, and he shakes his head, tugging uselessly at Kris’s shirt. Kris has never had trouble understanding what he wants, and he climbs onto the bed with Chanyeol, surging forward to bring their lips together. Chanyeol’s hands fumble with the buttons on Kris’s ridiculously tight jeans before plunging inside to wrap around his rapidly hardening length, swallowing Kris’s moan.
Whichever group member doesn’t know they’re sleeping together will almost definitely know after this, but Chanyeol can’t really bring himself to care, not when he’s painfully hard and Kris is bucking against his hand, panting into his shoulder. It was already hard to find time alone when it was six people to a dorm, much less now that they all live together. At least they don’t have to resort to phone sex or sneaking in and out of each other’s dorms at odd hours of the night anymore. It helps that two-thirds of Chanyeol’s roommates know about them, and they wisely cleared out the minute Chanyeol tugged Kris into their room to give them some space.
Kris maneuvers him onto his hands and knees, running his hands over Chanyeol’s thighs and the curve of his ass while Chanyeol fumbles for the bottle of lube and a condom hidden at the bottom of his sock drawer. He tosses both over his shoulder, impatient to get started. Kris chuckles, slapping his ass lightly before popping the bottle of lube open, and Chanyeol grunts when Kris presses cold, slick fingers against his entrance.
“Shh, let me do this,” Kris murmurs, dropping a quick kiss on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, “It’s been a while, I need to stretch you.”
He’s careful and slow as always, opening Chanyeol up until he’s stretched around three fingers, panting and rocking back and forth to get more friction. Chanyeol nearly whimpers when he pulls his fingers out, but he hears the crinkle of foil and plastic and twists his neck to watch as Kris unrolls the condom down his length, stroking himself a few times.
Kris lines the tip of his cock against his entrance and presses in, holding eye contact with him until Chanyeol can’t take it anymore, turning back forward and dropping his head down with a groan. His skin feels hypersensitive to Kris’s touch, Kris’s thighs pressed against his and his hands on his hips and every inch of him sliding into Chanyeol. As fantastic as Kris’s fingers are, they can’t compare to this.
“Is this okay?” Kris asks he’s fully seated, and Chanyeol just nods frantically and cants his hips backwards, because he needs this, it’s been so long.
The first slide has Kris moaning out loud, Chanyeol muffling his own sounds into the pillow.
“You feel so amazing,” Kris says, grinding his hips hard so Chanyeol arches underneath him with a soft moan, “God, I missed you so much.”
Chanyeol doesn’t think there’s a way to convey the months of frustration, of settling for late night Skype sessions and jerking off in the shower with only the memory of Kris’s touch for company, and even if there was, Chanyeol can’t seem to find the words. It’s all he can do to pant and curl his fingers into his pillow as he rocks backwards into Kris’s thrusts.
Surprisingly, it’s always been Kris who’s more vocal in bed, murmuring words of encouragement when Chanyeol rides him, telling him how good he felt around him and how perfect he was. Chanyeol has a bad habit of biting his lip to keep most of his sounds in, so much so that Kris tries to ease it out from between his teeth in between slow, maddening thrusts to keep him from breaking skin.
He arches his back when Kris licks his way up his spine, stopping to bite down on his shoulder. Chanyeol tries to tilt his hips up to find the perfect angle and gasps, his entire body jerking, when Kris’s next thrust sends sparks racing up his spine.
Kris puts his hand over Chanyeol’s, interlacing their fingers on the bedsheets. When he nips at Chanyeol’s ear, Chanyeol turns his head to find his mouth. It’s an awkward angle, but their open-mouthed kiss is slow, thorough, and filthy, mimicking the way Kris rocks into him from behind. Chanyeol is so, so hard and he wants nothing more than to touch himself, but his arms already feel like jelly, and he’s afraid he’ll lose balance entirely if he moves one to relieve pressure on his cock.
When he clenches around Kris, the other’s hips stutter for a moment. He grins and does it again, just to hear Kris hiss, “Fuck, Chanyeol,” against his lips.
Kris nips at his bottom lip in retaliation, and his tongue lingers against Chanyeol’s for a brief moment before he pulls away and straightens to grip his hips. He’s so gentle in the beginning, and it never fails to send a sharp spike of arousal up Chanyeol’s spine when Kris starts to unravel, those large hands cupping his hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts turning sharp and erratic.
Chanyeol barely even realizes he’s speaking, a choked “Yes, yes, fuck,” muffled by the pillow each time Kris slams into him. He’s wound up so tight, each thrust sliding in so deeply that he can barely breathe, and he has to tilt his head to the side to gasp for air.
“Come on, baby, come on,” Kris murmurs and finally, finally reaches down to wrap a hand around Chanyeol’s length, stroking him roughly in time to his thrusts. It’s so, so good that Chanyeol nearly sobs, trying to rock backward into Kris’s thrusts and forward into his hand at the same time.
Chanyeol half-shouts when he comes, the sheer intensity and force of it catching him off-guard, his legs shaking. Kris fucks him through his orgasm, slams into him a few more times, each thrust making Chanyeol’s over-sensitive body jerk, before he shudders, his entire body going still for a moment before he slumps over Chanyeol’s back.
Even in their post-orgasm haze, Kris is careful not to rest his full weight on him. There’s a slow exhale, followed by a quick kiss to the back of Chanyeol’s neck before Kris pulls away. He barely has enough time to pull off the condom and knot it before Chanyeol is pulling him down for a rough kiss. They’re lazily exploring each other’s mouths when there’s a brisk knock on the door.
“If you’re done,” Luhan’s voice calls, sounding way too amused for his own good, “I think there are other people here who want to welcome you back.”
“Not in the same way, though,” Yixing is quick to add.
*****
In which I firmly believe Kris would be the biggest cheeseball in bed.