Love Notes (Baekyeol, NC-17)
Title: Love Notes
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Word Count: 517
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Posted just for you, Jiyoungie. I attempted 0% at grammar. Tumblr
“Chanyeol!” a furious shriek echoed through the large apartment and mentioned person shrunk a little deeper in his chair.
A moment of silence dedicated to a silent prayer, Chanyeol turned from his desk and answered with a timid, “Yes...?”
With an angry huff, a small bundle of very, very ferocious Baekhyun appeared at the door of Chanyeol's office. Chanyeol gulped, as his lover came stomping towards him in a very threatening manner, although inner Chanyeol couldn't help but coo at how adorable Baekhyun looked marching his way across the plush carpet.
His delusions were quickly shattered as though as Baekhyun leered down at the blond man currently cowering in his leather back chair, although the shorter was much tinier. When the blond hair of the shorter, nearly touched Chanyeol's forehead, a hiss came from Baekhyun's tightly pressed lips, “How many times did I tell you to stop writing those damn love notes on the corner of the finance reports. AT WORK!”
The taller whimpered and whined, “But Hyunnie~”
Something flashed in Baekhyun's eyes and he ground out, leaning even further over, “The entire 16th floor was laughing at me today, calling me 'Baehyunnie' and 'Bacon'.”
“That was only Luhan and Ta-” Chanyeol began quietly before Baekhyun cut him off with a glare that conveyed that if he didn't stop talking right away something dangerous was about to be thrown at his face. Probably that stapler at the edge of Chanyeol's desk. The taller eased it away from Baekhyun's reach, watching as Baekhyun ranted, being a drama queen.
The younger almost watched in amusement as Baekhyun ranted out threats of running all his reports through the shredder. Almost. The CEO quickly shut up his secretary with a lip lock, pulling the shorter to the one lounging on the chair.
With an indignant gasp, Baekhyun couldn't help how his limbs suddenly felt like jello and just seemed to melt at Chanyeol's touch.
A nearly trembling tongue swiped across Baekhyun's lower lip asking for permission. Baekhyun huffed and almost against his control, the blond's mouth fell open, allowing the younger's to sweep through. Baekhyun's knees almost buckled as Chanyeol sucked on his tongue and he felt himself getting hot and bothered, something warm flashing low in his stomach.
The shorter broke the kiss with a glazed and flushed look, mumbling about dirty tactics to get into his pants and how he wasn't going to get out of this one that easily. Chanyeol only chuckled, knowing fully well that Baekhyun wasn't mad anymore and he swept the elder off his feet and carried the indignant man out of his office and into their shared bedroom.
With a sweet kiss that promised much, much more, Chanyeol placated his lover and tossed the shorter into the plethora of sheets that Baekhyun liked to burrow in so much and Chanyeol quickly followed, his clothes dropping to the floor faster than Baekhyun liked, the other muttering to be careful about silk. But Chanyeol could've cared less with the man he loved spread out, pliant and willing on his sheets.
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Word Count: 517
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Posted just for you, Jiyoungie. I attempted 0% at grammar. Tumblr
“Chanyeol!” a furious shriek echoed through the large apartment and mentioned person shrunk a little deeper in his chair.
A moment of silence dedicated to a silent prayer, Chanyeol turned from his desk and answered with a timid, “Yes...?”
With an angry huff, a small bundle of very, very ferocious Baekhyun appeared at the door of Chanyeol's office. Chanyeol gulped, as his lover came stomping towards him in a very threatening manner, although inner Chanyeol couldn't help but coo at how adorable Baekhyun looked marching his way across the plush carpet.
His delusions were quickly shattered as though as Baekhyun leered down at the blond man currently cowering in his leather back chair, although the shorter was much tinier. When the blond hair of the shorter, nearly touched Chanyeol's forehead, a hiss came from Baekhyun's tightly pressed lips, “How many times did I tell you to stop writing those damn love notes on the corner of the finance reports. AT WORK!”
The taller whimpered and whined, “But Hyunnie~”
Something flashed in Baekhyun's eyes and he ground out, leaning even further over, “The entire 16th floor was laughing at me today, calling me 'Baehyunnie' and 'Bacon'.”
“That was only Luhan and Ta-” Chanyeol began quietly before Baekhyun cut him off with a glare that conveyed that if he didn't stop talking right away something dangerous was about to be thrown at his face. Probably that stapler at the edge of Chanyeol's desk. The taller eased it away from Baekhyun's reach, watching as Baekhyun ranted, being a drama queen.
The younger almost watched in amusement as Baekhyun ranted out threats of running all his reports through the shredder. Almost. The CEO quickly shut up his secretary with a lip lock, pulling the shorter to the one lounging on the chair.
With an indignant gasp, Baekhyun couldn't help how his limbs suddenly felt like jello and just seemed to melt at Chanyeol's touch.
A nearly trembling tongue swiped across Baekhyun's lower lip asking for permission. Baekhyun huffed and almost against his control, the blond's mouth fell open, allowing the younger's to sweep through. Baekhyun's knees almost buckled as Chanyeol sucked on his tongue and he felt himself getting hot and bothered, something warm flashing low in his stomach.
The shorter broke the kiss with a glazed and flushed look, mumbling about dirty tactics to get into his pants and how he wasn't going to get out of this one that easily. Chanyeol only chuckled, knowing fully well that Baekhyun wasn't mad anymore and he swept the elder off his feet and carried the indignant man out of his office and into their shared bedroom.
With a sweet kiss that promised much, much more, Chanyeol placated his lover and tossed the shorter into the plethora of sheets that Baekhyun liked to burrow in so much and Chanyeol quickly followed, his clothes dropping to the floor faster than Baekhyun liked, the other muttering to be careful about silk. But Chanyeol could've cared less with the man he loved spread out, pliant and willing on his sheets.