fill: chanyeol/baekhyun [4/5] warning: bdsm, edgeplay
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July 8 2012, 14:49:03 UTC
"You didn't think I'd let you get off that easily, hmm?" Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun groans when Chanyeol slides a single finger in, probing gently inside him-everywhere but where Baekhyun wants his finger to hit. Fucker is doing this on purpose.
"Chanyeol," Baekhyun growls. It’s no use. The threat is nullified by a wanton moan trailing at the end of Chanyeol’s name when Chanyeol brushes his finger against Baekhyun’s prostate, and Baekhyun arches up for more.
"There, see, that feels good, doesn't it?" Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun wants to hit him, but his hands are tied. Literally.
"You know what would feel better? If you'd-ahh-!"
Stars burst in front of his eyes as Chanyeol wraps his fingers around the base of his cock at the same time he draws his finger out of Baekhyun, but maddeningly, he lets go, leaving Baekhyun straining.
"Jesus fuck, Chanyeol, please," Baekhyun hisses. Chanyeol stands, and there is no part of Chanyeol touching him at all. He twists his head back, and sure enough, Chanyeol is sitting back on his heels some distance away. "Will you fuck me or not?"
"Oh I will," Chanyeol says, grinning. He stands up slowly, and walks around to face Baekhyun. He crouches down so they're eye level. There's a smouldering lust in Chanyeol's eyes that sends even more blood rushing down to Baekhyun’s erection than he’d thought was possible, and he gulps. Fuck Chanyeol, Baekhyun thinks. Fuck fucking Park Chanyeol and his fucking perfect face and fuck him for being an asshole...to, well, his asshole.
Chanyeol drags a finger down Baekhyun's cheek, and Baekhyun turns his head to snap at it. Chanyeol laughs and stands up straight.
"Be good," he warns, as he disappears out of Baekhyun’s view again.
"You be good," Baekhyun retorts weakly. Honestly, he can’t protest. He’s unbearably hard, but pliant and malleable under Chanyeol’s grip, begging for more of Chanyeol’s rough palms against his cock; more of Chanyeol’s calloused fingers inside him.
"But I'm always so good," Chanyeol teases.
“Not-”
Any further retaliation on Baekhyun's part is cut short when the cool sensation of lube slides messily over his entrance, and Baekhyun doesn't bite back his gasp. Chanyeol's fingers have returned to tracing slow patterns around his entrance, sliding in every now and then with no rhyme or reason. Baekhyun curses, but every time he tries to fuck himself on Chanyeol's fingers, Chanyeol leans over him; holds him down until he's even more immobilised than he already is. His cock is heavy and hard and the need to come is overwhelming, but every time Baekhyun is close, so close, even closer than he’d been the moment before, Chanyeol pulls away, and all Baekhyun can do is buck uselessly against the chair and whimper in frustration.
“Let me come,” Baekhyun begs. “Chanyeol, please, let me-”
“-just a bit longer,” Chanyeol murmurs, pressing inside Baekhyun, hard, and Baekhyun feels tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. It clouds his vision-the room turns into blurry; the closet and bed fading into watery outlines. Baekhyun bites down hard on his lip and rocks the chair frantically, wrists red and chafing against the black cord, bucking his hips. He’s driven to the edge again; driven to that glorious, heady moment just before he’s about to climax, then Chanyeol squeezes the base of his cock sharply between his fingers, retracts his fingers, and Baekhyun’s jolted back from the edge.
"Chanyeol," Baekhyun growls. It’s no use. The threat is nullified by a wanton moan trailing at the end of Chanyeol’s name when Chanyeol brushes his finger against Baekhyun’s prostate, and Baekhyun arches up for more.
"There, see, that feels good, doesn't it?" Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun wants to hit him, but his hands are tied. Literally.
"You know what would feel better? If you'd-ahh-!"
Stars burst in front of his eyes as Chanyeol wraps his fingers around the base of his cock at the same time he draws his finger out of Baekhyun, but maddeningly, he lets go, leaving Baekhyun straining.
"Jesus fuck, Chanyeol, please," Baekhyun hisses. Chanyeol stands, and there is no part of Chanyeol touching him at all. He twists his head back, and sure enough, Chanyeol is sitting back on his heels some distance away. "Will you fuck me or not?"
"Oh I will," Chanyeol says, grinning. He stands up slowly, and walks around to face Baekhyun. He crouches down so they're eye level. There's a smouldering lust in Chanyeol's eyes that sends even more blood rushing down to Baekhyun’s erection than he’d thought was possible, and he gulps. Fuck Chanyeol, Baekhyun thinks. Fuck fucking Park Chanyeol and his fucking perfect face and fuck him for being an asshole...to, well, his asshole.
Chanyeol drags a finger down Baekhyun's cheek, and Baekhyun turns his head to snap at it. Chanyeol laughs and stands up straight.
"Be good," he warns, as he disappears out of Baekhyun’s view again.
"You be good," Baekhyun retorts weakly. Honestly, he can’t protest. He’s unbearably hard, but pliant and malleable under Chanyeol’s grip, begging for more of Chanyeol’s rough palms against his cock; more of Chanyeol’s calloused fingers inside him.
"But I'm always so good," Chanyeol teases.
“Not-”
Any further retaliation on Baekhyun's part is cut short when the cool sensation of lube slides messily over his entrance, and Baekhyun doesn't bite back his gasp. Chanyeol's fingers have returned to tracing slow patterns around his entrance, sliding in every now and then with no rhyme or reason. Baekhyun curses, but every time he tries to fuck himself on Chanyeol's fingers, Chanyeol leans over him; holds him down until he's even more immobilised than he already is. His cock is heavy and hard and the need to come is overwhelming, but every time Baekhyun is close, so close, even closer than he’d been the moment before, Chanyeol pulls away, and all Baekhyun can do is buck uselessly against the chair and whimper in frustration.
“Let me come,” Baekhyun begs. “Chanyeol, please, let me-”
“-just a bit longer,” Chanyeol murmurs, pressing inside Baekhyun, hard, and Baekhyun feels tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. It clouds his vision-the room turns into blurry; the closet and bed fading into watery outlines. Baekhyun bites down hard on his lip and rocks the chair frantically, wrists red and chafing against the black cord, bucking his hips. He’s driven to the edge again; driven to that glorious, heady moment just before he’s about to climax, then Chanyeol squeezes the base of his cock sharply between his fingers, retracts his fingers, and Baekhyun’s jolted back from the edge.
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