Fic: You And I
Title: You And I
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Word Count: 2900+
Rating: NC-17 (should really be NC-19 tbh)
Warnings: rimming, mild voyeurism
Summary: Stubborn boys are stubborn.
note - this is a birthday fic for my lovely waifu zeraiya <3 LOL SORRY I CAN ONLY GIVE YOU SHITTY PORN (no seriously this is just filth, run away now)
You And I
They've been told to tone it down - spend some time with other members, break it up a bit. To stop being “Baekhyun and Chanyeol” for a while, at least when in the public eye. Baekhyun didn't expect Chanyeol to take it this far though, to completely distance himself from him in their dorms as well.
Joonmyun pulls Baekhyun aside one day to confront him on it.
“You should talk to Chanyeol,” he says. “He's been in a mood all week.”
“Why do you think he would want to talk to me, of all people? He's been avoiding me,” Baekhyun replies.
“Because it's Chanyeol,” Joonmyun deadpans. “You know what he's like.”
Baekhyun knows there's an element of pride in all of this. Chanyeol maybe at one point thought it would be easier to keep distant for a while but now he doesn't know how to turn it around, and Baekhyun is really just as bad. If Chanyeol is in a mood, it's his own fault.
“I'll try,” he says, though it's a promise he doesn't plan on keeping.
It's hard going from everything to nothing in a matter of days. Baekhyun wakes up hot and hard in the middle of the night and where he would usually crawl into Chanyeol's bed and wake him up by nuzzling his nose into the skin of his neck and trailing a finger down the hem of his roommate's boxers, he can now only fend for himself. He thinks about moving to the bathroom to jerk off but he's too tired and honestly, it's his room too, so he should be able to do what he wants. If Chanyeol has a problem with it, he can use his voice and say something.
That being said, Baekhyun is still cautious. Sliding down out of his boxers beneath the covers as he pumps his cock and bites his lip, staying as silent as possible so not to wake his roommate. He keeps an eye on him as he does it, trying to keep his rhythm slow enough so that he doesn't make an excessive amount of noise with the movement beneath the covers, but Chanyeol's always been a heavy sleeper.
It's only when he comes with a sharp intake a breath that he thinks he sees the light from their window reflect off of Chanyeol's open eyes but he writes it off, tossing his now soiled boxers out from under the covers before falling asleep.
There's something about doing this while Chanyeol's in the room that makes it that much more exciting. Like sending a big “fuck you” to his roommate - Baekhyun thinks it's liberating in a sense. If Chanyeol doesn't want anything to do with him now, then he can take care of himself. He misses it, though, the way they used to be - but he doesn't even allow himself to think about it for more than a fleeting moment.
Baekhyun decides one night to kick the covers off in his haste to jerk himself off. The fabric is heavy and there's too much friction and fuss to keep it all hidden beneath them. There's even a tiny bit of enthrallment at being laid out in the open while doing it. He knows Chanyeol's asleep, but something about the added possibility of being caught makes the blood rush south even faster.
Baekhyun's halfway to completion when he hears a groan from Chanyeol's side of the room and he freezes up. He turns his head just in time to watch Chanyeol's form ungracefully turn over and Baekhyun sits bolt upright - panic and excitement both pumping through his veins.
“Chanyeol,” he calls out sternly into the darkness.
“Park fucking Chanyeol,” he growls instead when he gets no response.
He's met with silence once again so he drags himself out of bed and strides over to Chanyeol's bed.
Chanyeol yelps when Baekhyun's fist connects with the center of his back, causing a loud hollow thud to reverberate around the room.
“What the fuck was that for?” Chanyeol asks, struggling to turn back around so he can sit up.
“You were watching me, admit it,” Baekhyun says.
“You weren't exactly trying to hide it,” Chanyeol comments, voice low and shaky.
It's a little pathetic to admit, but this is the most they've spoken in over a week now.
“So you can watch me when you think I wont notice but you can't even look at me when I try to talk to you?” Baekhyun asks, trying to mask the hurt in his voice at the last part of the sentence.
“You know why,” Chanyeol says and Baekhyun can barely make out the eye contact he's been missing for so long in the dark, “we're not supposed to.”
“Not in here, Chanyeol. That doesn't matter in here, you don't have to shut me out completely,” Baekhyun says.
“I do though. It's just... how I deal with it.”
Baekhyun sighs and runs a hand through his sleep tousled hair. Chanyeol can really be impossible to deal with, but the two of them together seems to yield nothing but stubborn results.
Baekhyun's about to give it up and take a trip to the bathroom but Chanyeol's eyes are wide and glistening as he sits up in his bed. Baekhyun's had enough time for his vision to adjust to the darkness, so he doesn't miss the way Chanyeol's gaze flickers down to his still-naked lower half. The minute Baekhyun catches him looking he attempts to pull his shirt down to cover himself up but Chanyeol's hand is quick to grab into his arm, stilling his movement.
“I want to watch you finish,” he says, and his voice is low and dark and maybe a little bit tentative and it makes Baekhyun shiver.
“You get off on this don't you? Watching me.”
Chanyeol nods meekly, almost ashamed and Baekhyun smirks as he sits back on Chanyeol's bed, pressing his back up against the wall where it meets his mattress.
The knowledge of having Chanyeol's eyes on him alone is enough to stiffen his wilted cock again and he tugs at himself lazily, eyes flickering from his own hand to Chanyeol, who's biting down on his lower lip. Baekhyun lets out small breathy moans as he cups his hand, rubbing the palm of it in circular motions to smear the head of his cock with his own pre-come.
Chanyeol slowly re-seats himself just in front of Baekhyun's legs and for some reason Baekhyun reflexively parts them, spreading himself wide open for his roommate. He's laid out bare, almost as if offering himself up to be devoured on a metaphorical platter and something about it is exhilarating.
Baekhyun's fingers dance up the underside of his cock, stopping to massage just beneath the rim at the head and the moan that escapes his lips causes his voice to crack. He can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and is afraid to open his eyes but he's forced to when he feels a cold hand pressed to the inside of his knee.
“Chanyeol, wha-”
“You look so fucking good like this,” Chanyeol interrupts, practically whispering and Baekhyun's cock twitches violently at the undertone of reverence laced in his deep voice.
Chanyeol scoots closer and Baekhyun instinctively spreads his legs even wider. His jaw is slack and he's trying to focus his vision on Chanyeol and keep up the pace of his hand but it's almost too much of a distraction when Chanyeol leans down and starts pressing his lips to the inside of Baekhyun's thigh.
Chanyeol lifts Baekhyun's leg up from beneath his knee and he kneels down on the mattress even further. Baekhyun's hand stutters and almost stops completely because Chanyeol uses this new position to press wet open-mouthed kisses to the underside of Baekhyun's thigh. Baekhyun's entire body quivers but Chanyeol stops, lifting his head, when he notices Baekhyun has stopped touching himself.
“Keep going,” Chanyeol rasps out, before reconnecting his lips to Baekhyun's skin.
Chanyeol tugs at Baekhyun's hips until he's slumped ungracefully in the crook where the mattress meets the wall, shirt bunching up around his chest exposing his abdomen, and this gives Chanyeol more space to lift Baekhyun's leg even further up.
Chanyeol leans down as far as he'll go, front practically flush with the mattress, and Baekhyun moans unabashedly when Chanyeol tongues
the curve of his ass, sucking lightly where his thigh ends and backside begins.
Chanyeol lifts himself up once more to tug at Baekhyun's hips again until he's laid out flat on the mattress. Baekhyun re-parts his legs as far as they'll go and Chanyeol lifts Baekhyun by the underside of his knees again, going back to that spot of untainted skin he'd been worshiping with his tongue only moments ago. It isn't until Chanyeol's lips travel away from Baekhyun's thigh and onto the pliant flesh of his ass that he finally begins to realize what Chanyeol's intentions are.
Baekhyun makes a choked noise from the back of his throat and attempts to say his roommate's name but when it comes out a garbled mess Chanyeol chuckles lowly against his skin. His mouth is so close to the most sensitive parts of Baekhyun's body that the vibrations send a shockwave of heat all the way up Baekhyun's spine. He can even feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
He feels like maybe he should protest - maybe he shouldn't be so willing to just let this happen, but Chanyeol is firm and determined with every touch and every one of Baekhyun's nerves feels like they're on fire so he doesn't have it in him to tell his roommate to stop. Instead, Baekhyun angles his hips upwards, giving his roommate better access.
Chanyeol's hands move to the innermost part of Baekhyun's thighs, parting them while simultaneously pushing them upwards and Baekhyun's cock twitches when he feels Chanyeol's breath against his hole. Chanyeol uses his thumbs to spread Baekhyun open even wider and Baekhyun wants to scream because he can actually feel the ring of muscle throbbing with anticipation of what's to come.
It feels like an age that Chanyeol sits there, hot puffs of air fanning over the delicate skin, but Baekhyun feels too choked up to protest. He doesn't have to wait long though, Chanyeol finally presses his tongue flat against Baekhyun's hole and Baekhyun's entire body shudders violently and the moan he's been holding back comes in a long, drawn out wail.
Baekhyun's hand on his cock freezes. This feeling is entirely new and it seems like every hair on Baekhyun's body is standing on end with the way he's hyper-aware of the new sensations. Chanyeol drags his tongue achingly slow over Baekhyun's entrance and his thighs begin to quiver beneath Chanyeol's palms still holding them up.
Baekhyun's eyes roll into the back of his head when Chanyeol stills, the contrasting sensation of his hot breath against the sensitive skin and the cool air hitting the wetness is driving his heart rate through the roof. Chanyeol drags his tongue over his hole again only this time he stiffens it, pressing the tip of it slowly but firmly inside. Baekhyun slaps the hand that isn't stilled over his cock over his mouth to try and muffle the scream that escapes his lips, lest he wake up the whole dorm.
Chanyeol flicks his tongue in small movements, the tip of his tongue slipping past the ring of muscle and every press of heat against him has him wailing out moans he should really be ashamed of.
He can't seem to control the noises that escape him though - the way Chanyeol's tongue glides in and out, before pausing and pressing almost delicately flat, has Baekhyun's nerve endings feeling like they're ready to combust. Chanyeol eventually falls into a sort of rhythm like this, sliding his tongue over, before pushing past and into Baekhyun's heat. It's wet and the noise of Chanyeol's tongue against his heated flesh is subtle yet vulgar and Baekhyun's cock is practically dripping with pre-come at this point.
He seems to regain some control of his body, sliding his fingers down and around his cock before tugging back upwards to slide his palm back around the head, and he doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to last like this. Baekhyun is still muffling his broken moans into the skin of his hand and his breath hitches when Chanyeol pulls back slightly, just enough to detach his tongue from Baekhyun's skin.
“God, you're so hot Baek,” he rasps out.
Baekhyun's body is sent into overdrive. The combination of his hot breath and the timbre of his deep raspy voice along with the connotations of the words he's just spoken, the fact that he's actually enjoying this too, seem to snap the chord in Baekhyun's stomach and he comes violently onto his own abdomen, whimpering as he rides out the waves and the over sensitivity that wrack his body.
Chanyeol moves his head back down and Baekhyun has to push it back for fear of painful over-stimulation with the way his body is still quivering in aftershock.
“Stop,” he breathes out and Chanyeol crawls his way up Baekhyun's body.
Baekhyun practically screams, this time not quite in pleasure, because Chanyeol moves in to kiss him and Baekhyun slaps a hand against his shoulder, shoving him backwards.
“Brush your teeth first, jesus.”
Chanyeol lets out a deep chuckle but he obliges, hopping up off the bed almost triumphantly.
When Chanyeol comes back - practically skipping - to Baekhyun on his bed he frowns immediately when he sees Baekhyun has managed to fit a pair of boxers back on his lower half. He crawls over to his smaller roommate, pouting with all he can muster before sitting back on his heels in front of him.
Chanyeol looks down at himself and Baekhyun's eyes follow. There's a painfully erect tent in his briefs that are also sporting a massive damp stain on the front.
Chanyeol continues to pout, eyes bouncing from Baekhyun to his cock and back to Baekhyun again and Baekhyun only shakes his head.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol whines.
“Nope,” Baekhyun says and he moves to get off of his roommate's bed.
Chanyeol grips his wrist to stop him but Baekhyun pulls free.
“Baekhyun, fuck,” he whines again, drawn out so much that his voice cracks beneath the weight of it.
“You can finish yourself off, I know you know how,” Baekhyun says brashly, climbing back into his own bed.
Chanyeol scrambles over to him, kneeling at the side of the bed frame.
“Baekhyun, please,” he begs and the smaller boy finally turns to meet his eyes.
“If you can stop having the emotional maturity of a teenager and actually look me in the eyes when we get back to the dorm tomorrow, then we can pick this back up. Until then, goodnight.” Baekhyun's smirk is so wide he has half a mind to think it wont dance right off the side of his face.
Chanyeol groans, stomping to the bathroom in a huff. Baekhyun manages to call out to him with a “And it wouldn't hurt to apologize, too,” just before Chanyeol slams the door behind him.
It's a risk, Baekhyun knows, denying him like this, but he thinks maybe he'll learn from it. Learn that pushing past his silly insecurities and letting their private life be exactly that - private - might actually do him some good.
Baekhyun returns from his vocal practice earlier than expected, pillowing up on his bed for some much needed silence. It's not long though before it's broken, the sound of the front door of the dorm slamming against the wall jerks him from his repose.
Their dorm is wide open to the hallway and Baekhyun watches, and nearly chokes, when he sees Chanyeol practically galloping down the hall. He trips over his own limbs at some point, falling to the ground with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, but he's quick to get back on his feet. He strides with purpose into their room before slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
He stalks up to Baekhyun, who tries his best to hold back his laughter, when Chanyeol practically falls to his knees at the side of his bed. He grabs Baekhyun by the face and looks directly into his eyes and there's a fiery determination Baekhyun thinks he's never seen in the boy before.
“I'm. Sorry.” he says and it's the most assured he's ever sounded.
Baekhyun only grins.
an- HAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧★～☆
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Word Count: 2900+
Rating: NC-17 (should really be NC-19 tbh)
Warnings: rimming, mild voyeurism
Summary: Stubborn boys are stubborn.
note - this is a birthday fic for my lovely waifu zeraiya <3 LOL SORRY I CAN ONLY GIVE YOU SHITTY PORN (no seriously this is just filth, run away now)
You And I
They've been told to tone it down - spend some time with other members, break it up a bit. To stop being “Baekhyun and Chanyeol” for a while, at least when in the public eye. Baekhyun didn't expect Chanyeol to take it this far though, to completely distance himself from him in their dorms as well.
Joonmyun pulls Baekhyun aside one day to confront him on it.
“You should talk to Chanyeol,” he says. “He's been in a mood all week.”
“Why do you think he would want to talk to me, of all people? He's been avoiding me,” Baekhyun replies.
“Because it's Chanyeol,” Joonmyun deadpans. “You know what he's like.”
Baekhyun knows there's an element of pride in all of this. Chanyeol maybe at one point thought it would be easier to keep distant for a while but now he doesn't know how to turn it around, and Baekhyun is really just as bad. If Chanyeol is in a mood, it's his own fault.
“I'll try,” he says, though it's a promise he doesn't plan on keeping.
It's hard going from everything to nothing in a matter of days. Baekhyun wakes up hot and hard in the middle of the night and where he would usually crawl into Chanyeol's bed and wake him up by nuzzling his nose into the skin of his neck and trailing a finger down the hem of his roommate's boxers, he can now only fend for himself. He thinks about moving to the bathroom to jerk off but he's too tired and honestly, it's his room too, so he should be able to do what he wants. If Chanyeol has a problem with it, he can use his voice and say something.
That being said, Baekhyun is still cautious. Sliding down out of his boxers beneath the covers as he pumps his cock and bites his lip, staying as silent as possible so not to wake his roommate. He keeps an eye on him as he does it, trying to keep his rhythm slow enough so that he doesn't make an excessive amount of noise with the movement beneath the covers, but Chanyeol's always been a heavy sleeper.
It's only when he comes with a sharp intake a breath that he thinks he sees the light from their window reflect off of Chanyeol's open eyes but he writes it off, tossing his now soiled boxers out from under the covers before falling asleep.
There's something about doing this while Chanyeol's in the room that makes it that much more exciting. Like sending a big “fuck you” to his roommate - Baekhyun thinks it's liberating in a sense. If Chanyeol doesn't want anything to do with him now, then he can take care of himself. He misses it, though, the way they used to be - but he doesn't even allow himself to think about it for more than a fleeting moment.
Baekhyun decides one night to kick the covers off in his haste to jerk himself off. The fabric is heavy and there's too much friction and fuss to keep it all hidden beneath them. There's even a tiny bit of enthrallment at being laid out in the open while doing it. He knows Chanyeol's asleep, but something about the added possibility of being caught makes the blood rush south even faster.
Baekhyun's halfway to completion when he hears a groan from Chanyeol's side of the room and he freezes up. He turns his head just in time to watch Chanyeol's form ungracefully turn over and Baekhyun sits bolt upright - panic and excitement both pumping through his veins.
“Chanyeol,” he calls out sternly into the darkness.
“Park fucking Chanyeol,” he growls instead when he gets no response.
He's met with silence once again so he drags himself out of bed and strides over to Chanyeol's bed.
Chanyeol yelps when Baekhyun's fist connects with the center of his back, causing a loud hollow thud to reverberate around the room.
“What the fuck was that for?” Chanyeol asks, struggling to turn back around so he can sit up.
“You were watching me, admit it,” Baekhyun says.
“You weren't exactly trying to hide it,” Chanyeol comments, voice low and shaky.
It's a little pathetic to admit, but this is the most they've spoken in over a week now.
“So you can watch me when you think I wont notice but you can't even look at me when I try to talk to you?” Baekhyun asks, trying to mask the hurt in his voice at the last part of the sentence.
“You know why,” Chanyeol says and Baekhyun can barely make out the eye contact he's been missing for so long in the dark, “we're not supposed to.”
“Not in here, Chanyeol. That doesn't matter in here, you don't have to shut me out completely,” Baekhyun says.
“I do though. It's just... how I deal with it.”
Baekhyun sighs and runs a hand through his sleep tousled hair. Chanyeol can really be impossible to deal with, but the two of them together seems to yield nothing but stubborn results.
Baekhyun's about to give it up and take a trip to the bathroom but Chanyeol's eyes are wide and glistening as he sits up in his bed. Baekhyun's had enough time for his vision to adjust to the darkness, so he doesn't miss the way Chanyeol's gaze flickers down to his still-naked lower half. The minute Baekhyun catches him looking he attempts to pull his shirt down to cover himself up but Chanyeol's hand is quick to grab into his arm, stilling his movement.
“I want to watch you finish,” he says, and his voice is low and dark and maybe a little bit tentative and it makes Baekhyun shiver.
“You get off on this don't you? Watching me.”
Chanyeol nods meekly, almost ashamed and Baekhyun smirks as he sits back on Chanyeol's bed, pressing his back up against the wall where it meets his mattress.
The knowledge of having Chanyeol's eyes on him alone is enough to stiffen his wilted cock again and he tugs at himself lazily, eyes flickering from his own hand to Chanyeol, who's biting down on his lower lip. Baekhyun lets out small breathy moans as he cups his hand, rubbing the palm of it in circular motions to smear the head of his cock with his own pre-come.
Chanyeol slowly re-seats himself just in front of Baekhyun's legs and for some reason Baekhyun reflexively parts them, spreading himself wide open for his roommate. He's laid out bare, almost as if offering himself up to be devoured on a metaphorical platter and something about it is exhilarating.
Baekhyun's fingers dance up the underside of his cock, stopping to massage just beneath the rim at the head and the moan that escapes his lips causes his voice to crack. He can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and is afraid to open his eyes but he's forced to when he feels a cold hand pressed to the inside of his knee.
“Chanyeol, wha-”
“You look so fucking good like this,” Chanyeol interrupts, practically whispering and Baekhyun's cock twitches violently at the undertone of reverence laced in his deep voice.
Chanyeol scoots closer and Baekhyun instinctively spreads his legs even wider. His jaw is slack and he's trying to focus his vision on Chanyeol and keep up the pace of his hand but it's almost too much of a distraction when Chanyeol leans down and starts pressing his lips to the inside of Baekhyun's thigh.
Chanyeol lifts Baekhyun's leg up from beneath his knee and he kneels down on the mattress even further. Baekhyun's hand stutters and almost stops completely because Chanyeol uses this new position to press wet open-mouthed kisses to the underside of Baekhyun's thigh. Baekhyun's entire body quivers but Chanyeol stops, lifting his head, when he notices Baekhyun has stopped touching himself.
“Keep going,” Chanyeol rasps out, before reconnecting his lips to Baekhyun's skin.
Chanyeol tugs at Baekhyun's hips until he's slumped ungracefully in the crook where the mattress meets the wall, shirt bunching up around his chest exposing his abdomen, and this gives Chanyeol more space to lift Baekhyun's leg even further up.
Chanyeol leans down as far as he'll go, front practically flush with the mattress, and Baekhyun moans unabashedly when Chanyeol tongues
the curve of his ass, sucking lightly where his thigh ends and backside begins.
Chanyeol lifts himself up once more to tug at Baekhyun's hips again until he's laid out flat on the mattress. Baekhyun re-parts his legs as far as they'll go and Chanyeol lifts Baekhyun by the underside of his knees again, going back to that spot of untainted skin he'd been worshiping with his tongue only moments ago. It isn't until Chanyeol's lips travel away from Baekhyun's thigh and onto the pliant flesh of his ass that he finally begins to realize what Chanyeol's intentions are.
Baekhyun makes a choked noise from the back of his throat and attempts to say his roommate's name but when it comes out a garbled mess Chanyeol chuckles lowly against his skin. His mouth is so close to the most sensitive parts of Baekhyun's body that the vibrations send a shockwave of heat all the way up Baekhyun's spine. He can even feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
He feels like maybe he should protest - maybe he shouldn't be so willing to just let this happen, but Chanyeol is firm and determined with every touch and every one of Baekhyun's nerves feels like they're on fire so he doesn't have it in him to tell his roommate to stop. Instead, Baekhyun angles his hips upwards, giving his roommate better access.
Chanyeol's hands move to the innermost part of Baekhyun's thighs, parting them while simultaneously pushing them upwards and Baekhyun's cock twitches when he feels Chanyeol's breath against his hole. Chanyeol uses his thumbs to spread Baekhyun open even wider and Baekhyun wants to scream because he can actually feel the ring of muscle throbbing with anticipation of what's to come.
It feels like an age that Chanyeol sits there, hot puffs of air fanning over the delicate skin, but Baekhyun feels too choked up to protest. He doesn't have to wait long though, Chanyeol finally presses his tongue flat against Baekhyun's hole and Baekhyun's entire body shudders violently and the moan he's been holding back comes in a long, drawn out wail.
Baekhyun's hand on his cock freezes. This feeling is entirely new and it seems like every hair on Baekhyun's body is standing on end with the way he's hyper-aware of the new sensations. Chanyeol drags his tongue achingly slow over Baekhyun's entrance and his thighs begin to quiver beneath Chanyeol's palms still holding them up.
Baekhyun's eyes roll into the back of his head when Chanyeol stills, the contrasting sensation of his hot breath against the sensitive skin and the cool air hitting the wetness is driving his heart rate through the roof. Chanyeol drags his tongue over his hole again only this time he stiffens it, pressing the tip of it slowly but firmly inside. Baekhyun slaps the hand that isn't stilled over his cock over his mouth to try and muffle the scream that escapes his lips, lest he wake up the whole dorm.
Chanyeol flicks his tongue in small movements, the tip of his tongue slipping past the ring of muscle and every press of heat against him has him wailing out moans he should really be ashamed of.
He can't seem to control the noises that escape him though - the way Chanyeol's tongue glides in and out, before pausing and pressing almost delicately flat, has Baekhyun's nerve endings feeling like they're ready to combust. Chanyeol eventually falls into a sort of rhythm like this, sliding his tongue over, before pushing past and into Baekhyun's heat. It's wet and the noise of Chanyeol's tongue against his heated flesh is subtle yet vulgar and Baekhyun's cock is practically dripping with pre-come at this point.
He seems to regain some control of his body, sliding his fingers down and around his cock before tugging back upwards to slide his palm back around the head, and he doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to last like this. Baekhyun is still muffling his broken moans into the skin of his hand and his breath hitches when Chanyeol pulls back slightly, just enough to detach his tongue from Baekhyun's skin.
“God, you're so hot Baek,” he rasps out.
Baekhyun's body is sent into overdrive. The combination of his hot breath and the timbre of his deep raspy voice along with the connotations of the words he's just spoken, the fact that he's actually enjoying this too, seem to snap the chord in Baekhyun's stomach and he comes violently onto his own abdomen, whimpering as he rides out the waves and the over sensitivity that wrack his body.
Chanyeol moves his head back down and Baekhyun has to push it back for fear of painful over-stimulation with the way his body is still quivering in aftershock.
“Stop,” he breathes out and Chanyeol crawls his way up Baekhyun's body.
Baekhyun practically screams, this time not quite in pleasure, because Chanyeol moves in to kiss him and Baekhyun slaps a hand against his shoulder, shoving him backwards.
“Brush your teeth first, jesus.”
Chanyeol lets out a deep chuckle but he obliges, hopping up off the bed almost triumphantly.
When Chanyeol comes back - practically skipping - to Baekhyun on his bed he frowns immediately when he sees Baekhyun has managed to fit a pair of boxers back on his lower half. He crawls over to his smaller roommate, pouting with all he can muster before sitting back on his heels in front of him.
Chanyeol looks down at himself and Baekhyun's eyes follow. There's a painfully erect tent in his briefs that are also sporting a massive damp stain on the front.
Chanyeol continues to pout, eyes bouncing from Baekhyun to his cock and back to Baekhyun again and Baekhyun only shakes his head.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol whines.
“Nope,” Baekhyun says and he moves to get off of his roommate's bed.
Chanyeol grips his wrist to stop him but Baekhyun pulls free.
“Baekhyun, fuck,” he whines again, drawn out so much that his voice cracks beneath the weight of it.
“You can finish yourself off, I know you know how,” Baekhyun says brashly, climbing back into his own bed.
Chanyeol scrambles over to him, kneeling at the side of the bed frame.
“Baekhyun, please,” he begs and the smaller boy finally turns to meet his eyes.
“If you can stop having the emotional maturity of a teenager and actually look me in the eyes when we get back to the dorm tomorrow, then we can pick this back up. Until then, goodnight.” Baekhyun's smirk is so wide he has half a mind to think it wont dance right off the side of his face.
Chanyeol groans, stomping to the bathroom in a huff. Baekhyun manages to call out to him with a “And it wouldn't hurt to apologize, too,” just before Chanyeol slams the door behind him.
It's a risk, Baekhyun knows, denying him like this, but he thinks maybe he'll learn from it. Learn that pushing past his silly insecurities and letting their private life be exactly that - private - might actually do him some good.
Baekhyun returns from his vocal practice earlier than expected, pillowing up on his bed for some much needed silence. It's not long though before it's broken, the sound of the front door of the dorm slamming against the wall jerks him from his repose.
Their dorm is wide open to the hallway and Baekhyun watches, and nearly chokes, when he sees Chanyeol practically galloping down the hall. He trips over his own limbs at some point, falling to the ground with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, but he's quick to get back on his feet. He strides with purpose into their room before slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
He stalks up to Baekhyun, who tries his best to hold back his laughter, when Chanyeol practically falls to his knees at the side of his bed. He grabs Baekhyun by the face and looks directly into his eyes and there's a fiery determination Baekhyun thinks he's never seen in the boy before.
“I'm. Sorry.” he says and it's the most assured he's ever sounded.
Baekhyun only grins.
an- HAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧★～☆