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pairing: krisyeol
rating: nc-17
words: 459
notes: lmao inspired by this and tlist's agreement that nc-17 is always better.
chanyeol sits in the soft chair situated directly behind kris facing the terminal. he balances the full backpack on his thighs as he slides a hand inside his pants, long fingers curling around his thick cock and heart racing, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as passerby's spare him a glance and carry on to their next destination. "keep going." he whispers to kris, his grip growing more firm and tongue darting out to wet his lips. chanyeol can practically see the smug grin on kris's face as he continues, face stoic and voice nonchalant as if he's not about to get his friend off in a public forum, "i have you on your hands and knees, my thumb running over the slit of your wet cock before i make you wrap your pretty lips around it while i fuck you from behind." chanyeol moans and his lids flutter, neck reclining and world around him forgotten. he's not sure if it shows that his hand movements have started to pick up the pace underneath the backpack but he doesn't really care, right now he's not at the airport. he's in a five star hotel, hands digging into white cotton sheets, sweat dripping down his brow, and ass on fire as he pushes back against every thrust kris gives him.
"you're begging me to let you cum." kris's voice has dropped three or four octaves and he imagines his full lips grazing his ear, tongue licking a teasing path around the shell as he breathes a variation of dirty names. chanyeol fingers the head of his leaking cock, feels the lust inside him coil and tries to remain coherent enough to remember to breathe properly. "i run my fingers through your hair and pull back hard to bite down on that spot on your shoulder that drives you crazy." he knows he can't hold on much longer, not when he's imagining kris's white teeth nipping and nibbling that place at the junction of throat, tonguing his way up the clavicle before biting down as he fucks him into the sheets. chanyeol comes then suddenly imagining teeth marks and purple bruises along his thighs, kris's hands around his cock, an arm around the back of his neck with his other hand tugging on his hair.
chanyeol remains seated for a minute trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed and head lulled to the side. "go get cleaned up. our flight is in ten minutes, manager hyung is already mad at you for being late to security." he eyes the bathroom about ten feet away and removes his hand from his pants but keeps the backpack in place as he thinks he's glad he brought change of underwear.
pairing: krisyeol
rating: nc-17
words: 459
notes: lmao inspired by this and tlist's agreement that nc-17 is always better.
chanyeol sits in the soft chair situated directly behind kris facing the terminal. he balances the full backpack on his thighs as he slides a hand inside his pants, long fingers curling around his thick cock and heart racing, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as passerby's spare him a glance and carry on to their next destination. "keep going." he whispers to kris, his grip growing more firm and tongue darting out to wet his lips. chanyeol can practically see the smug grin on kris's face as he continues, face stoic and voice nonchalant as if he's not about to get his friend off in a public forum, "i have you on your hands and knees, my thumb running over the slit of your wet cock before i make you wrap your pretty lips around it while i fuck you from behind." chanyeol moans and his lids flutter, neck reclining and world around him forgotten. he's not sure if it shows that his hand movements have started to pick up the pace underneath the backpack but he doesn't really care, right now he's not at the airport. he's in a five star hotel, hands digging into white cotton sheets, sweat dripping down his brow, and ass on fire as he pushes back against every thrust kris gives him.
"you're begging me to let you cum." kris's voice has dropped three or four octaves and he imagines his full lips grazing his ear, tongue licking a teasing path around the shell as he breathes a variation of dirty names. chanyeol fingers the head of his leaking cock, feels the lust inside him coil and tries to remain coherent enough to remember to breathe properly. "i run my fingers through your hair and pull back hard to bite down on that spot on your shoulder that drives you crazy." he knows he can't hold on much longer, not when he's imagining kris's white teeth nipping and nibbling that place at the junction of throat, tonguing his way up the clavicle before biting down as he fucks him into the sheets. chanyeol comes then suddenly imagining teeth marks and purple bruises along his thighs, kris's hands around his cock, an arm around the back of his neck with his other hand tugging on his hair.
chanyeol remains seated for a minute trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed and head lulled to the side. "go get cleaned up. our flight is in ten minutes, manager hyung is already mad at you for being late to security." he eyes the bathroom about ten feet away and removes his hand from his pants but keeps the backpack in place as he thinks he's glad he brought change of underwear.