fill: chanyeol/baekhyun [2/5] warning: bdsm, edgeplay
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July 8 2012, 14:47:24 UTC
Baekhyun closes his eyes. “Please get the fuck on with it before I change my mind. My hands are losing circulation.”
Chanyeol yanks his hand out of Baekhyun’s pants. He jumps over to the bed, reaching under his pillow and retrieving a small bottle of lube. Baekhyun watches out of the corner of his eye as Chanyeol spreads some onto his fingers, and chucks the bottle back onto the bed.
“This is going to be cold!” Chanyeol says cheerfully.
"Just get on with it," Baekhyun grinds out, growing steadily more exasperated with Chanyeol's antics. Chanyeol obliges, yanking Baekhyun’s pants and underwear down roughly with his un-lubed hand, eliciting a sudden moan when the fabric rubs against Baekhyun’s cock.
The cool sensation of Chanyeol’s fingers circling around his entrance makes Baekhyun shiver in anticipation, and he clenches his teeth; clenches his ass as Chanyeol rubs more insistently, dipping the tip of his finger into Baekhyun.
Baekhyun groans when Chanyeol suddenly slides the finger into his ass, and damn, Chanyeol had been right when he said that it was going to be cold. Baekhyun arches upwards, back straining futilely, the rope chafing against his wrist when he pulls upwards. Chanyeol twists his finger slowly, pressing it against Baekhyun’s walls. Baekhyun thrusts backwards into Chanyeol, a burning pain from the stretch accompanying the ache for more, but Chanyeol holds him down with a hand on his ass.
"Goddammit," Baekhyun curses. “More lube, you ass.”
“Your ass, you mean,” Chanyeol says, but reaches over and takes the bottle of lube anyway, squeezing it liberally onto Baekhyun. Baekhyun bites his lower lip when the lube touches his entrance, and draws blood when Chanyeol rubs and sticks a second finger in. Chanyeol curls his fingers, pads of his fingers pressing against Baekhyun’s walls, and Baekhyun lets out a keen of pleasure.
And then Chanyeol’s left hand is wrapped warm around Baekhyun’s cock. He slips a third finger into Baekhyun, and Baekhyun struggles against the chair, gripping the cords tightly. His fingers have gone entirely numb from how hard he’s holding onto the legs of the chair, the edges cutting into the palms of his hands and the joints of his fingers.
"Chanyeol," he hisses. A futile attempt to thrust forward into Chanyeol's hand only digs the edge of the chair deeper into his hipbones. It’s frustrating. He wants to go both forwards and backwards, but he can’t, because that damn chair is weighing him down, and Chanyeol’s really not helping, tightening his grip around Baekhyun’s cock and rubbing a thumb roughly over the slit. Chanyeol’s fingers are stretching him, and Baekhyun clenches his sphincter muscle, feeling the tension against his entrance.
“Man, I really wish Kyungsoo was here to film it,” Chanyeol mutters, chuckling into Baekhyun’s ear as he slides his hand up and down Baekhyun’s cock, pumping languidly. "It's kind of hard to see your face from here."
Baekhyun closes his eyes, cursing Chanyeol inside his mind. “And I really don’t know why I even let you do this. The things you say are so unsexy sometimes. Most of the time.”
“But you’re still getting hard!”
“No, I’m not,” Baekhyun says, adamant, gritting his teeth-just as his cock twitches involuntarily. He groans. He can almost feel Chanyeol’s triumphant grin burning through his back.
"Oh really?" Chanyeol's voice pitches low and hoarse, sending a shiver down Baekhyun's back. Heat pools at the base of his stomach. Baekhyun moans in response as Chanyeol shifts his fingers, finding the spot inside Baekhyun. The chair shakes as Baekhyun pushes back against Chanyeol, the edges of the seat digging against the underside of his arms. There's a hand on his neck, and he can feel Chanyeol's breath hot near his ear, Chanyeol's chest nearly pressed flat against his back.
Chanyeol yanks his hand out of Baekhyun’s pants. He jumps over to the bed, reaching under his pillow and retrieving a small bottle of lube. Baekhyun watches out of the corner of his eye as Chanyeol spreads some onto his fingers, and chucks the bottle back onto the bed.
“This is going to be cold!” Chanyeol says cheerfully.
"Just get on with it," Baekhyun grinds out, growing steadily more exasperated with Chanyeol's antics. Chanyeol obliges, yanking Baekhyun’s pants and underwear down roughly with his un-lubed hand, eliciting a sudden moan when the fabric rubs against Baekhyun’s cock.
The cool sensation of Chanyeol’s fingers circling around his entrance makes Baekhyun shiver in anticipation, and he clenches his teeth; clenches his ass as Chanyeol rubs more insistently, dipping the tip of his finger into Baekhyun.
Baekhyun groans when Chanyeol suddenly slides the finger into his ass, and damn, Chanyeol had been right when he said that it was going to be cold. Baekhyun arches upwards, back straining futilely, the rope chafing against his wrist when he pulls upwards. Chanyeol twists his finger slowly, pressing it against Baekhyun’s walls. Baekhyun thrusts backwards into Chanyeol, a burning pain from the stretch accompanying the ache for more, but Chanyeol holds him down with a hand on his ass.
"Goddammit," Baekhyun curses. “More lube, you ass.”
“Your ass, you mean,” Chanyeol says, but reaches over and takes the bottle of lube anyway, squeezing it liberally onto Baekhyun. Baekhyun bites his lower lip when the lube touches his entrance, and draws blood when Chanyeol rubs and sticks a second finger in. Chanyeol curls his fingers, pads of his fingers pressing against Baekhyun’s walls, and Baekhyun lets out a keen of pleasure.
And then Chanyeol’s left hand is wrapped warm around Baekhyun’s cock. He slips a third finger into Baekhyun, and Baekhyun struggles against the chair, gripping the cords tightly. His fingers have gone entirely numb from how hard he’s holding onto the legs of the chair, the edges cutting into the palms of his hands and the joints of his fingers.
"Chanyeol," he hisses. A futile attempt to thrust forward into Chanyeol's hand only digs the edge of the chair deeper into his hipbones. It’s frustrating. He wants to go both forwards and backwards, but he can’t, because that damn chair is weighing him down, and Chanyeol’s really not helping, tightening his grip around Baekhyun’s cock and rubbing a thumb roughly over the slit. Chanyeol’s fingers are stretching him, and Baekhyun clenches his sphincter muscle, feeling the tension against his entrance.
“Man, I really wish Kyungsoo was here to film it,” Chanyeol mutters, chuckling into Baekhyun’s ear as he slides his hand up and down Baekhyun’s cock, pumping languidly. "It's kind of hard to see your face from here."
Baekhyun closes his eyes, cursing Chanyeol inside his mind. “And I really don’t know why I even let you do this. The things you say are so unsexy sometimes. Most of the time.”
“But you’re still getting hard!”
“No, I’m not,” Baekhyun says, adamant, gritting his teeth-just as his cock twitches involuntarily. He groans. He can almost feel Chanyeol’s triumphant grin burning through his back.
"Oh really?" Chanyeol's voice pitches low and hoarse, sending a shiver down Baekhyun's back. Heat pools at the base of his stomach. Baekhyun moans in response as Chanyeol shifts his fingers, finding the spot inside Baekhyun. The chair shakes as Baekhyun pushes back against Chanyeol, the edges of the seat digging against the underside of his arms. There's a hand on his neck, and he can feel Chanyeol's breath hot near his ear, Chanyeol's chest nearly pressed flat against his back.
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