Pull
Fandom: EXO
Title: Pull (2/2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Baekyeol
Summary: Baekhyun was in every form of the word - a tease. And also knows how to get what he wants.
Warning(s): sex
Word Count: 4,172
Previous one-shot: Push
~ So... hi! ^^
~ I think livejournal crashed yesterday just so I couldn't post this... b%$#
~ This is disgusting... I'm sorry or you're welcome
Pull
The knocking at the door had Chanyeol walking down stairs, rubbing his eyes and muttering about rude people ruining his Saturday mornings while his parents were away and he finally had a chance to sleep in. He practically threw the door open and was extremely tempted to slam it closed when he saw who was waiting at his doorstep.
He did in fact try to close the door, but Baekhyun pushed back against the wood until he managed to work his way inside, easily slipping underneath one of Chanyeol’s long arms that attempted to block his entry.
“You can’t just let yourself into my house,” Chanyeol said, flabbergasted.
Baekhyun didn’t answer him, removing his shoes and then heading straight for the staircase.
“Hey Baekhyun-ah!” Chanyeol cried. “Baekhyun!”
The shorter male ran up the steps and Chanyeol closed his front door slowly, mouth agape.
“Just - Just… Does no one have any respect for being invited places anymore?” He muttered to himself and slowly followed Baekhyun’s path. He went upstairs and without pause headed towards his room. Baekhyun was sitting in front of Chanyeol’s entertainment system and was sorting through some DVDs.
Chanyeol stood at his door, at a loss for how to address Baekhun’s rather brash actions.
“You know avoiding me doesn’t accomplish anything. Especially since you suck at the silent treatment,” Baekhyun snapped suddenly. Chanyeol nearly choked on his spit.
“Wha - ” Chanyeol broke off and Baekhyun answered the question he couldn’t even manage out himself.
“You avoided me in school the last few days,” Baekhyun supplied, not even looking at Chanyeol as he talked.
“I wasn’t avoiding you. I had my calculus exam yesterday,” Chanyeol quickly denied. Baekhyun hummed in response and it seemed like a sarcastic version of “sure you weren’t.” Chanyeol was about to further deny his actions these past few days, but Baekhyun waved his hand to silence him.
“Let’s watch a movie, I don’t feel like playing any video games today.”
Chanyeol stood still for a moment before he closed the door behind him. “Ok,” he agreed. He flopped down onto his bed ungracefully and buried his face into the sheets, trusting that Baekhyun would choose a good movie to watch. He heard the sound of the dvd player being turned on and after a few moments the television blared to life with some nice music that seemed fitting to an action movie. The bed shifted as Baekhyun climbed onto it.
“You can’t sleep,” Baekhyun instructed and Chanyeol immediately shook his head.
“You woke me up, I deserve sleep.”
For a moment Chanyeol thought Baekhyun would leave him be, but then there was suddenly a pressure on top of his back which made him grunt from the added weight. He was all prepared to snap and tell Baekhyun to get off him when he suddenly felt lean fingers begin to knead at his naked back, Chanyeol only wore boxer shorts to bed, and created a smooth rhythm.
Chanyeol closed his eyes and rested his head on his arms, enjoying Baekhyun’s relaxing massage. A few minutes passed like this and Chanyeol was nearly to the point of drifting to sleep when Baekhyun shifted on his back and sent awareness coursing through him. He sighed slightly.
“You’re supposed to watch the movie,” Chanyeol muttered into the sheets and the sounds of some explosion rang out into the room. Baekhyun was silent and Chanyeol almost thought he didn’t hear him, but then suddenly he felt Baekhyun’s breath at his nape.
“I don’t want to watch the movie right now,” Baekhyun whispered, his voice dropping an octave and Chanyeol felt something moist suckle at the skin beneath one of his ears.
“Then why did you come over…” Chanyeol muttered slowly, shutting his eyes tight and trying to control the heat in his body that was quickly rushing south.
Baekhyun chuckled. “You know why I came over…” Baekhyun teased, one of his hands trailing from Chanyeol’s back across his shoulder blade and down his arm until fingers wrapped tightly around his forearm. The hairs on Chanyeol’s body stood on their ends. “You’re parents aren’t home right?”
Chanyeol’s mouth was extremely dry and he didn’t trust his voice not to crack in order to answer right then, so he shook his head back and forth quickly.
“That’s good, we won’t have to worry about keeping quiet this time.”
Chanyeol’s breath hitched. Embarrassment coursed through him and Chanyeol shot up roughly with every intention of tossing Baekhyun off his back, because it was clear that Baekhyun was referring to that.
But the movement and the following struggle only made Baekhyun stumble off him and suddenly Chanyeol could feel Baekhyun pressed against his ass. Even through the thick fabric of his pants, it was impossible not to know how hard the older was. Baekhyun used one of his hands to push down on one of Chanyeol’s broad shoulders and Chanyeol almost immediately complied, his chest meeting the sheets. Baekhyun rolled his hips slowly, pressing his jean covered crotch hard into the crevice of Chanyeol’s ass.
“Shit,” Chanyeol groaned, fisting the sheets between his fingers. His body heated up quickly and with every smooth roll of Baekhyun’s hips, Chanyeol grew hot and thick between his legs. Baekhyun’s pelvis was firm against him but not enough that it gave the appropriate friction against the bed Chanyeol wanted and so after a few more thrusts he began to roll his own hips against the mattress.
Baekhyun chuckled behind him.
“God Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whispered, his mouth pressed directly against Chanyeol’s ear. “You’re pretty horny for just having woken up.” Chanyeol groaned and sweat began to form in beads at the nape of his hairline. The shiver that ran down his spine when Baekhyun ran his tongue along the back of his neck was intense and had him snapping his ass back towards Baekhyun.
Baekhyun stopped his movements suddenly and Chanyeol bit back the whimper that was tempted to leave his throat. The only thing that kept him from voicing his discontent was seeing Baekhyun’s t-shirt tossed to the ground and hearing the clinking noise from Baekhyun removing his belt.
Chanyeol used his arms to push himself up and planned on turning over onto his back, but Baekhyun’s hand returned to his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and caught Baekhyun’s gaze.
“Stay down,” Baekhyun ordered.
“No, I -”Chanyeol stuttered. “Let me face you.”
“No,” the words were teasing, rough; a challenge. And every fiber of Chanyeol’s body burned hot at Baekhyun’s provocation.
It was like a vortex had been opened, one that suddenly sent a catapult of memories rushing through Chanyeol’s body. All the ass slaps in public, all the times Baekhyun cornered him between classes, all the aggravating, teasing touches that made Chanyeol increasingly sexual frustrated every time he caught sight of Baekhyun. The heat, the tension, maybe even the slight anger with Baekhyun’s actions over the last week barreled straight into Chanyeol’s blood stream, heating his everything until the only senses he could focus on was the dark gleam in the older’s eyes and the raging hard on between his own legs.
Baekhyun was in the process of shuffling out of his jeans and boxer briefs when Chanyeol forcefully turned over and slammed him down against the bed. Baekhyun released a little puff of air at the impact.
“My turn today.”
Baekhyun stared up at Chanyeol for a moment, and Chanyeol would have thought Baekhyun would glare at him, but his expression was blank besides what Chanyeol was certain was a flash of something akin to happiness before he replied to Chanyeol’s statement.
“Okay,” Baekhyun said, voice firm and confident. “Your turn.”
Chanyeol’s face heated up and Baekhyun lazed down so that we was laying down comfortable rather than pinned down by Chanyeol’s arms. Something about Baekhyun’s words had Chanyeol suspicious. It wasn’t like Baekhyun wouldn’t let Chanyeol top, they had a mutual relationship and switched positions often. But if Baekhyun was in a particular mood for either position, then there was very little that was debated about. He had never had the experience of Baekhyun switching with no complaints before.
“Aren’t you going to do something?” Baekhyun asked after Chanyeol remained quiet for too long.
Baekhyun’s legs were on either side of Chanyeol’s body and he squeezed them together, pressing his thighs tight around Chanyeol’s hips and grinding their erections against each other to snap Chanyeol out of his thoughts. One of Baekhyun’s hands moved to Chanyeol’s chest and rubbed over one of his nipples. Chanyeol’s heart slammed in his chest.
Baekhyun’s hand trailed down Chanyeol’s chest until it reached the trail of hair that started at his belly button. A lean finger swirled inside the little hole and Baekhyun’s palm pressed firmly against Chanyeol’s abdomen. The action was a reminder of something else Baekhyun could put his fingers to use with. “Or do you need me to take care of you instead?”
“Not this time,” Chanyeol growled, pushing Baekhyun’s hand away from his body and escaping the hold Baekhyun’s legs had on him. He reached for Baekhyun’s half removed pants and removed them all the way, tossing them on the other side of the bed.
Chanyeol saw the way Baekhyun began to reach for him again, but he ignored the action. Baekhyun’s eyes followed Chanyeol as he made his way to his desk and grabbed the bottle of lube they always used. Chanyeol leaped back onto the bed and smiled that Baekhyun hadn’t moved or tried anything.
Baekhyun pointed up at the bottle and he followed the finger dumbly.
“Shit, we are out of lube,” Chanyeol exclaimed despite Baekhyun being the one that made him aware of that fact, rocking back onto his heels and wondering what he was supposed to do now. There was no way he was going to just end things here, couldn’t they use olive oil from the kitchen or something?
Baekhyun reached towards his pants and pulled two packets out of the back pocket. “I remembered it was low,” Baekhyun said, pushing the condom and lube into Chanyeol’s hands. Chanyeol grabbed the two and stared at his best friend for a moment, narrowing his eyes because now it was completely clear that Baekhyun busted into his room for the purpose of sex and had come prepared and everything.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” Chanyeol said, tossing the packet aside.
Baekhyun’s eyes hardened slightly and his mouth opened to protest, but Chanyeol leaned forward suddenly and pressed his lips hard against Baekhyun’s own. Their teeth knocked together painfully, but the small cry Baekhyun released only allowed Chanyeol to invade his mouth with his tongue.
In all honesty, neither was the world’s best kisser, both having only had experience with the other, but that fact was not prevalent as they attacked each other’s mouths. When Chanyeol pulled away, he titled Baekhyun’s head to the side so he could tongue the skin along his jawline and neck and leave tiny marks along the path.
Baekhyun breathed heavily and placed both hands around Chanyeol’s waist, resting them on the curve of his lower back. When Chanyeol pressed his lips against Baekhyun’s adam apple and sucked, Baekhyun moaned and conveniently slid both his hands under the waistband of Chanyeol’s boxers, grabbing a hold of the flesh of his ass. Chanyeol rocked his hips forward and groaned.
Baekhyun grinned. “Stop moving like molasses,” he instructed, squeezing Chanyeol’s ass again.
Chanyeol flushed, knowing full well that Baekhyun considered him slow when it came to preparing for sex and was never afraid to comment on it. The smirk stretched across Baekhyun’s face renewed the fire in Chanyeol that had drifted away while he had kissed the shorter male - kissing Baekhyun was the most distracting thing.
He grabbed Baekhyun by both his shoulders and ungracefully forced the other to turn onto his stomach. “Hey,” Baekhyun gasped, attempting to get up on his elbows and knees. Chanyeol pushed his upper torso down, pinning his neck to the bed with one of his hands before he used the other to yank Baekhyun’s underwear down to his lower thighs.
He grabbed the lube packet off the bed, ripping it open with his teeth so he could continue to push Baekhyun into the bed, and awkwardly smearing half of the gel onto his fingers. He was sure if Baekhyun could see him fumbling like he was, a teasing comment of his looking like an awkward giraffe would come from his mouth and he had never been more happy Baekhyun couldn’t turn his head to look at him.
Using one of his legs, he pushed Baekhyun’s legs apart to an appropriate distance and pressed his slick fingers against the puckered hole, rubbing the tip of his finger against the entrance but not yet easing it inside.
It had been a while since Baekhyun had been on the receiving end of a finger fucking and that fact was made obvious by the amount of force it took to initially breach Baekhyun’s body with one of his fingers. If the movement bothered Baekhyun at all he didn’t voice his distress. In fact he spread his knees spread wider apart giving Chanyeol better access.
“Hmm,” Baekhyun moaned and he shifted his hips back to meet the movement of Chanyeol’s hands. Chanyeol was usually slow paced when he worked Baekhyun open, his fingers were large and thick and he worried if he went too fast he would end up hurting Baekhyun, but today Chanyeol thrust his finger in quickly, adding a second and beginning to scissor the entrance open to make room for the much larger penetration about to come.
Pants flowed out of Baekhyun’s mouth and occasionally he would grunt when Chanyeol curled his two fingers just right. Chanyeol slipped a third finger in for a minute before he removed them all. Baekhyun whimpered at the loss and the sound pulsed in Chanyeol’s cock, which was pressed obscenely on his boxer fronts, a moist spot in the fabric where his cock was leaking. It reminded him of the final barrier between him and Baekhyun and how nice it would be if it was gone.
Chanyeol clumsily hobbled out of his boxers and Baekhyun used the chance to flip back over and removed his briefs caught around his knees completely. He shifted to lie down on his back, but Chanyeol quickly fixed that situation.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
Baekhyun’s mouth opened, but Chanyeol covered it with one of his palms, being careful to make sure that he wasn’t covering his nostrils so Baekhyun could still breathe. Baekhyun licked his hand in retaliation, but Chanyeol ignored that and instead moved Baekhyun into the position that he desired, lifting his ass high in the air so it would meet his crotch. He rolled his hips a few times, mirroring Baekhyun’s actions from before and Baekhyun buried his face into the sheets, breathing heavily against Chanyeol’s hands.
Baekhyun began to pull at Chanyeol’s hand, attempting to remove it from covering his mouth. Chanyeol allowed him to do so, only to grab a hold of both Baekhyun’s wrists so that he could pin them to the bed. He then grabbed his cock, pouring the rest of the contents of the lube packet on it and stroking it twice, before he guided his length until it was pressed against Baekhyun’s entrance.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun gasped, his breathing spiking as Chanyeol pushed past the barrier of muscle until he was buried to the hilt. Chanyeol forced himself to take a deep breath as the tight, clenching feeling of Baekhyun’s heat surrounding was near mind numbing.
As soon as the breath passed, Chanyeol began to thrust forward, leaning over the entirety of Baekhyun’s form as he snapped his hips without pause. The pace was rough and fast and completely unlike the way Chanyeol usually canted into Baekhyun’s body.
Baekhyun was nearly screaming, his head tilted back and his mouth hanging open as shriek after shriek fell from his lips with every cant of Chanyeol’s hips. It vaguely passed Chanyeol’s thoughts that he might be hurting Baekhyun with the force of his movements, but if he was in pain, he doesn’t voice it to Chanyeol, and the younger wondered if he would even be able to stop himself in Baekhyun asked. Not when the pleasure was this great.
“God,” Baekhyun gasped, his body struggling to match the pace of Chanyeol’s thrusts as he attempted to push himself back toward Chanyeol’s body in an awkward rhythm that suited them both so well. His fingers desperately clawed at the sheets from where they were still pinned down by Chanyeol’s large palm. “Chanyeol -- I want you to - I want - Touch me.”
The words were desperate and wanton.
Chanyeol leaned back slightly, trailing his hand around Baekhyun’s wide hips so he could find himself closer to where Baekhyun’s length was swollen and thick and completely untouched, and with the change in view he also got to see the nice image of Baekhyun’s hole swallowing the width of his cock below him. Chanyeol groaned, deep and low, and slammed his hips down roughly just to see more of his dick disappear into the depths of Baekhyun’s body. Baekhyun cried out harshly. “Touch me!”
His fingertips just barely grazed the pulsing flesh before they moved away.
“You don’t need to be touched,” Chanyeol whispered, exaggerating his words with every forward thrust into Baekhyun’s spent body before he moved his free hand not keeping Baekhyun’s hands pinned to grab the ends of Baekhyun’s hair and pulled until Baekhyun had his head titled back to face the ceiling. “You can do it Baekhyun, can’t you? Come untouched or don’t come at all.” Baekhyun sobbed, his body for once at the mercy of Chanyeol’s will.
He lifted Baekhyun up until his knees were just barely grazing the sheets and he pushed himself onto the balls of his feet, both of which combined to give him a completely new angle that allowed him to go deeper, so much deeper inside. And he was finally hitting that spot of pleasure that had Baekhyun curling into himself and practically screaming at the ceiling.
“Baekhyun,” he groaned, eyes shutting tight as he tried to control the fast coming climax that was tightening up in his balls in warning. Baekhyun couldn’t give a proper response, not with the abuse his prostate was receiving. Baekhyun’s cock was curled and swollen an angry red and with the harsh pace set with the two, it slapped freely against Baekhyun’s stomach and pulsed in need.
The sounds filling his bedroom where dirty, the squelching noises of Baekhyun’s body sucking Chanyeol inside, Chanyeol’s balls slapping against Baekhyun’s ass, and Baekhyun’s practically musical cries all added to his pleasure.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Baekhyun practically sobbed, his back arching and his body clenching down completely around Chanyeol’s cock as pleasure completely overtook his body and he came against the sheets with a shout, just like Chanyeol had said - completely untouched. It only took two more thrusts before Chanyeol slammed himself balls deep into Baekhyun, grunting as he exploded in a flash of white and filled Baekhyun to the rim.
Chanyeol took a deep breath, breathing in Baekhyun’s sent - a mixture of musk and something distinctly sweet. His heart was hammering in his chest and his limbs felt useless, but the position he was in right now had Baekhyun squished against the bed and Chanyeol wasn’t sure that was the best place for him. Chanyeol pulled out slowly which caused Baekhyun to release a short whimper at the sensitivity and released the hold he had on both of Baekhyun’s wrists. There was a slight red mark against his skin and it made Chanyeol realize just how rough he had been with the other.
Baekhyun was still besides the heavy panting and the quick flex of his fingers.
“Hey, Baekhyun…” Baekhyun didn’t reply, his chest was heaving and his mouth was drawing in deep gasps of air. For a moment Chanyeol was afraid that he had passed out, but then his eyes opened slowly, unfocused and searching.
Chanyeol combed back the other’s chocolate brown hair and guilt rushed through him when Baekhyun’s head lolled to the side at the touch. “I’m - I’m,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - I didn’t - You aren’t hurt are you?” He finished lamely.
Baekhyun stared at him, his eyes blinking slowly. “N-No, this is what I wanted.”
“What?” Chanyeol sputtered.
“Why do you think I’ve been pushing your buttons the past few days?”
Chanyeol’s mouth was agape.
“I figured -” Baekhyun drew in a deep breath and finally seemed to recollect himself. “I figured if I gave you enough of a push you would give it to me harder than you usually would. I wanted to try it rougher for once since you usually are such a mush-ball when it comes to sex.” Baekhyun grinned cheekily. “It worked.”
Chanyeol was at a loss of words and he scrambled out of the bed, standing naked and tall in front of Baekhyun’s stare. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he recalled all the ways Baekhyun had taunted him the past few days and most especially the way he had gotten him off in this same room with his parents in the house only three days ago and how mortified Chanyeol had been seeing their faces later in the evening, praying they hadn’t heard anything.
And as Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun with his hair severely messed up, his body heaving, and his appearance looking all around thoroughly fucked, he realized Baekhyun seemed - he just looked so satisfied.
“You could have just told me you wanted to be fucked rough,” Chanyeol finally forced out.
“Yeah, but spur of the moment emotions work so much better than planning things out. Last time we discussed something about sex you freaked out and had a mini panic attack,” Baekhyun explained.
“I did not!”
“It was the topic of one vibrator and you wouldn’t look me straight in the eye for two days.”
Chanyeol flushed. “But we talked about it and we - and we -” Chanyeol stuttered off into silence, his cheeks darkening to a lovely shade of red, the color reaching all the way to his rather large ears. He glanced sideways toward his closest before his eyes refocused their attention on Baekhyun. “I mean we could have worked this out eventually as well. You didn’t have to go about it like this.”
Baekhyun blinked twice. “But this way was fun.”
“You - You are the devil I swear,” Chanyeol choked out. “And everyone thinks I’m the one that always comes up with the pranks,” he muttered at the end.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Can we just watch the movie now? I’m kind of tired.” The movie was already half way finished by this point.
Chanyeol wasn’t really finished with their conversation, but the sweat layered body and dropping eyes was enough to convince him that Baekhyun really did need to rest. He shifted on his feet a bit before walking over to the place his boxers were tossed and pulled them on and immediately walked toward his door.
“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun’s voice is soft and worried. Chanyeol doesn’t reply, only steps outside and heads to retrieve what he wants.
Baekhyun is staring over his shoulder when Chanyeol comes back with a wash towel in his hands. Chanyeol could see the way his best friend physically relaxed at his reappearance. He walked to the bed and held out the cloth for Baekhyun to grab. Baekhyun almost immediately jutted his bottom lip out. “I always clean you up after sex,” he reminded.
Chanyeol sighed, but stepped onto the bed so he could wipe the other’s body down with the rag. Baekhyun hummed happily. The next few minutes were spent in silence and it is only when Chanyeol finished and was about to take the cloth to the laundry room that Baekhyun grabs his wrist.
“Stay,” the word is firm, practically a command, but Baekhyun is pouting again with his cheeks puffed out and Chanyeol sorta hated how he couldn’t resist that face. He tossed the towel to the ground and then moved to the other side of the bed.
Baekhyun watched his every move and whenever Chanyeol did something unpleasing to him, he would puff out his cheeks again until finally the two were spooning and watching as scenes scrolled past on the tv. “I dislike you greatly,” Chanyeol murmured, trying to keep his focus on the television rather than the boy pressed against his chest.
“Hmm, not quite Channie,” Baekhyun repeated his words from a few days ago. He shifted his head so it was resting underneath Chanyeol’s chin and although his eyes were on the television screen, Chanyeol was pretty certain that he wasn’t actually watching the movie.
Chanyeol thought about the words for a few beats of a breath before he slowly moved his arms to wrap around the other’s waist.
“Yeah… Not quite.”
~ So... who thought there was going to be top!baekhyun? haha, I tricked you and myself I think
~ But if you like top!baek there is a shit ass load of it coming from me in the future, so yeah. top!baek~
~ And like even when baek isn't in control.... he's in control. keke
~ Ah, okay. back to other things.