Farfalle; 4/4
[Part IV]Chanyeol cleans both of them up with a wet towel (he’s sure Joonmyun will never let him hear the end of it if he sees what they’ve done, so he takes it with him and vows to buy a replacement.) After a considerable amount of whining, Baekhyun gets up to help Chanyeol sanitize the chairs and anything else they might’ve gotten dirty.
When they finish locking up the restaurant, it’s past midnight. They walk back to Chanyeol’s apartment down streets of mostly empty storefronts, some late-night businesses lit up with neon signs but it’s mostly only the stars and streetlamps that provide them with light. Somewhere along the way, Baekhyun fits his hand into Chanyeol’s wordlessly, lacing their fingers together and swinging their arms as they go through the dark.
Back inside Chanyeol’s apartment building, Baekhyun presses Chanyeol against his door for another kiss, this time sweet and soft.
“Thank you, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says quietly.
“For what?” Chanyeol can’t help asking.
Baekhyun doesn’t reply, taking the keys from Chanyeol to unlock the door instead. Inside, the apartment is surprisingly mostly neat, courtesy of Baekhyun when he stays over, which is more often than not nowadays. Still, Chanyeol has to shove a music stand out of the way here or a stack of composition paper there.
“I need a shower,” Baekhyun declares to no one in particular. “I feel disgustingly sticky.”
Chanyeol opens his mouth but before he can get anything out, Baekhyun shakes a finger at him.
“Don’t say it.”
Baekhyun simply starts undressing right there, not even bothering to turn away from Chanyeol. He undoes his dress shirt first, wrinkled and first few buttons already haphazardly opened. As Baekhyun continues, exposing more and more unblemished skin, Chanyeol tries very hard not to look to the way the lean muscles flex in Baekhyun’s back as he moves, his dusky nipples perking in the cool air, his slim waist that flares out into curvy hips. Baekhyun suddenly speaks up again, a hint of teasing in his voice.
“Join me in the shower?” he invites. Baekhyun knows.
Chanyeol gulps and it takes considerable effort to refuse. “I’d better not,” he says, “I can wait until you’re finished.”
“No?” Baekhyun asks innocently. “Is there any chance I could persuade you?”
He’s moved closer now, only in his skintight jeans, breath tickling against Chanyeol’s ear. Baekhyun places a hand on Chanyeol’s chest, sliding it lower and lower but keeps his eyes on Chanyeol’s, glinting mischievously. Chanyeol’s heart stutters.
Just before Baekhyun reaches Chanyeol’s crotch, and just as Chanyeol’s beginning to press up against Baekhyun involuntarily, he pulls back with a little smirk. “At least help me get my jeans off, then.”
Baekhyun settles on the edge of Chanyeol’s bed and raises an eyebrow expectantly. Before Chanyeol knows it, he’s right in front of Baekhyun, towering over him and caging him in against the mattress but with the predatory way Baekhyun watches back, it feels more like he’s the prey.
Baekhyun doesn’t help much at all, only shifting his weight slightly to ease the process as Chanyeol struggles with his godforsaken jeans. Chanyeol has to peel the fabric down painstakingly inch by inch, catching on the sharp V of Baekhyun’s hipbones and holding tight to the curve of his ample ass and God, he thinks, Baekhyun’s bare thighs could really kill a man. When Chanyeol finally drops the pants on the floor, he feels like he can’t breathe. He directs his eyes at the ground, making sure to stare at nothing but Baekhyun’s delicately crossed ankles.
Baekhyun stands up. The sudden motion startles Chanyeol and he has no time to step back. He finds himself shoved roughly down on the bed when Baekhyun flips their positions in a burst of strength, and now he has a lapful of a decidedly very naked Baekhyun.
In a brief moment of hesitation, Chanyeol catches the purposeful way Baekhyun’s eyeing him before he leans in for an urgent kiss, tongue pressing insistently forward, licking hot and sweet into Chanyeol’s mouth. All the while, Baekhyun’s busy rucking up Chanyeol’s shirt, slim fingers dancing down the planes of his stomach to feel the way Chanyeol tenses at his touch until Chanyeol gives in and helps strip the shirt off.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Chanyeol asks, fully intending to laugh but getting too distracted by Baekhyun’s lips in the process.
Baekhyun grins. “You know you love it.”
He grabs Chanyeol by the hand and pulls him to the bathroom, shucking off the rest of Chanyeol’s clothes as they go.
***
Chanyeol tries to turn the taps to the cooler side in the shower, hoping to prevent himself from popping another erection if Baekhyun gets a little too frisky.
Baekhyun is surprisingly tame at first. He keeps his hands to himself, rubbing shampoo into his hair and lathering himself up with body wash. Even without Baekhyun touching him, it’s a problem, Chanyeol soon realizes.
Baekhyun is ridiculously appealing when he’s not doing anything in particular, but it becomes clear as time goes on that it’s not by mistake, the slow slip of his fingers as Baekhyun rinses, how he bends over for longer than necessary, the way his lips part every time he follows the path of water rivulets down the dips of Chanyeol’s back.
It’s not long before Baekhyun kisses Chanyeol under the spray of the shower, tasting water and warmth. Baekhyun looks good even drenched like this, Chanyeol thinks, and it’s even better when Baekhyun presses their bodies together, guiding Chanyeol’s hands to drag up his curves or settle dangerously close to his perky nipples. Chanyeol can’t resist much more than that, hands roaming hungrily over every inch of Baekhyun that he can reach and it’s so much milky skin offered up and it’s all for him.
Chanyeol even hitches Baekhyun’s thigh up around his waist as Baekhyun captures his lips again, hard, and he swallows down the contented sighs that Baekhyun exhales. Chanyeol can’t seem to stop running his palms up and down the smooth skin and marveling at the contrast between Baekhyun’s overheated flesh and the cool water.
It does nothing to help Chanyeol’s spiking arousal when Baekhyun fixes on a single drop of water running down his neck and his soft lips flutter at Chanyeol’s pulse, a hot touch of his tongue as he kisses the droplet away.
Baekhyun’s hands are wandering too, one dipping lower and lower to tease at Chanyeol’s half-hard dick, but it won’t take long until he’s aching again, not with Baekhyun’s strategic touches, giving a little but never nearly enough.
Just a few minutes later, they end up stumbling out of the bathroom, with Chanyeol throwing a towel over them and holding carefully to Baekhyun’s waist to make sure he won’t slip. They’re both clean anyway, but it seems like their efforts might be wasted.
Baekhyun flashes that wicked grin at him again, stalking toward Chanyeol until he’s cornered against the bed.
“Round two?” he asks, eyes twinkling, stepping between Chanyeol’s legs.
It’s only when Chanyeol takes a look at the clock on his nightstand that he remembers they have work the next day, and it’s already one in the morning.
“Baek,” Chanyeol pleads half-heartedly, “You know how Joonmyun will get if we both don’t show up tomorrow.” He sounds incredibly unconvincing, especially with the soft moan he makes when Baekhyun rubs himself into his lap.
“Call him now,” Baekhyun suggests after a moment. He fishes out his phone from the discarded clothes on the floor and hands it to Chanyeol. “Tell him we’ll be late,” he says, voice hypnotizingly low against Chanyeol’s ear.
Even though it’s such a bad idea, Chanyeol’s already made up his mind to dial Joonmyun’s number, but Baekhyun seems to think he needs a little more incentive.
Baekhyun drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll let you fuck me if you do.”
Chanyeol nearly drops the phone. His mind is suddenly filled with vivid images of Baekhyun, folded in half, Baekhyun, legs spread for him, touching himself desperately-he swallows. Chanyeol’s not wearing anything, so there’s nothing between him and Baekhyun, nothing to hide the way Chanyeol hardens just at his own fantasy.
Baekhyun looks all too smug as Chanyeol fumbles to call Joonmyun.
On the eighth ring, just when Chanyeol thinks Joonmyun won’t pick up, there’s a click as the call connects.
“Hello?” A groggy voice speaks from the other end.
Chanyeol braces himself mentally for Joonmyun’s wrath. “Hi, Joonmyun-“
He sucks in a harsh breath suddenly. Chanyeol looks down to find Baekhyun toying with the head of his cock, running his fingers along the underside.
“Chanyeol?” Joonmyun sounds a lot more awake now. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” There’s rustling from the other side, as if Joonmyun is sitting up and already pushing the covers back.
“Nothing happened. I just needed to tell you that-“ Chanyeol’s breath hitches. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to keep quiet as he continues with full, slow strokes, wrist flicking just so each time he reaches the tip of Chanyeol’s length, enough to have Chanyeol bucking up for more, a low whine starting in his throat. Baekhyun holds his hips down with his other hand, shaking his head.
“Naughty, aren’t you?” Baekhyun scolds playfully, quiet enough so only Chanyeol can hear. “Focus on your conversation,” he says, even as he presses the tip of his thumb into Chanyeol’s slit until his hips jerk and his stomach clenches, making a bead of precum ooze from the flushed tip. Baekhyun smirks knowingly at the way Chanyeol bites hard on his own palm to keep silent.
“Chanyeol?” Joonmyun’s voice comes again, even more worried this time. “I’m coming to your apartment right now if you don’t tell me what’s going on in the next ten seconds.”
“Ah, hah, please don’t, Joonmyun.” Chanyeol’s reddening all the way down to his chest at the sounds slipping from his own throat when Baekhyun mouths down the length of his cock, tongue darting out to lap at the swollen flesh, suckling softly in places, leaving him shiny with hot saliva.
“I just-Baekhyun and I will probably be late to the lunch shift tomorrow.” Chanyeol’s stuttering now, vocabulary failing him as Baekhyun climbs into his lap, attaching his lips to Chanyeol’s clavicle, scraping hickeys into the skin there and Christ, then Baekhyun’s fitting Chanyeol’s straining dick to the soft curve of his bare ass, grinding wantonly at his hardness until he whimpers at the incredible sensation of heated skin on skin.
Baekhyun’s own erection is leaking, the tip pressing into Chanyeol’s stomach, and Baekhyun’s caught between pressing forward to get friction on his cock or down, where Chanyeol’s rutting against him. Chanyeol can’t even think straight, panting heavily against Baekhyun’s lips as they crash together.
“Are you having sex right now?” Joonmyun sounds incredulous. “With Baekhyun?!” Chanyeol’s forgotten that Joonmyun can still hear. Baekhyun gasps then, so breathy and painfully seductive when Chanyeol rubs him just right.
“I’m hanging up. You better be there tomorrow,” Joonmyun says shrilly. Before he disconnects the call, Chanyeol hears him say something that sounds distinctly like a grumble about waking up to indecent sounds in the middle of the night.
“Finally,” Baekhyun says, voice shaky. He tosses the phone aside, not caring much for where it lands.
Chanyeol’s impatient too, throat gone dry and heat pooling in his stomach as Baekhyun crawls down the length of the bed. Baekhyun looks absolutely sinful like this, knees spread apart, back arched to press his pretty ass into the air, perfectly debauched-looking with a trace of Chanyeol’s precome dripping slowly from the cleft. His reddened cock hangs heavily between those tempting, creamy thighs. Baekhyun dips his hips forward, rolling them against the sheets, rubbing himself into the mattress and whining in search of relief.
“Please, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun pants, eyes unfocused. “Lube, lube. I need something in me right now.”
Baekhyun’s exposed position right now gives Chanyeol a perfect view of the way his pink rim flutters as he begs. Meanwhile, with a frustrated whine, Baekhyun pumps furiously at his own straining cock, eyes shut and mouth falling open in heavy breaths and spilling obscene little cries, but the sight has Chanyeol paralyzed for a moment.
Snapping back to his senses, Chanyeol finds the bottle of lube in his bedside drawer, intending to help prepare Baekhyun himself. Instead, Baekhyun snatches it from him immediately, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. He pushes Chanyeol back against the headboard, wide-eyed, with his other hand.
“Watch,” he commands breathlessly.
Without hesitation, Baekhyun reaches behind himself to dip the first finger into his pretty hole. His back bows even more sharply at the mere contact, lips parted in a pleased whimper. All too quickly, he presses in a second finger alongside the first, pumping them slowly at first, experimentally in and out before beginning to scissor them, spreading him open to Chanyeol’s gaze.
The sight is more than provocative, with Baekhyun fucking himself onto his own delicate fingers, curving and pressing deep, wringing sighs from his bitten mouth, thighs trembling, unable to keep himself upright anymore. Baekhyun has three in him now and his rim is slightly swollen, drawn tight over the intrusion as he rocks back onto his hand, excess lube slicking down his inner thighs.
Baekhyun looks nearly feverish, pink flush staining his cheeks. “It’s not enough,” he insists. “I need you to, ah, fill me up.”
He’s shuddering hard, almost uncontrollably, and Baekhyun looks beautifully wrecked. Now, after withdrawing his fingers, his hole is gaping between his ass cheeks, clenching desperately around nothing in a way that has Chanyeol’s stomach tightening with another surge of heat, breath hitching just imagining how Baekhyun would feel around him.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun invites, eyes darkened, pupils blown in lust, like Chanyeol needs any more urging.
He strokes firmly down Chanyeol’s length for a good measure though there’s really no need, since Chanyeol’s already past the point of throbbing, cock curved up and swollen thick from watching Baekhyun and palming at himself. He looks absolutely delectable, Baekhyun thinks deliriously.
Baekhyun abruptly slides off the bed, rifling through his discarded clothes until he fishes out a condom, ripping the packet open. Quickly, he slides it down over Chanyeol, maddeningly light touches only intensifying the ache and the coolness of the lube spreading over him only sparking his arousal with the contrast to Baekhyun’s hot touch.
Luckily, Baekhyun’s past the point of patience too. Baekhyun shoves Chanyeol down roughly, pinning his wrists to the sides of his head, eyes black with lust and so, so needy as he sucks at Chanyeol’s bottom lip, kissing fierce and eager until both their mouths are a fresh ruined red.
Baekhyun wants more, and he’s aching from just how much he wants, settling for messily fisting at both himself and Chanyeol at once with slender fingers struggling to wrap around the sheer girth. The slide is absolutely filthy, hand slicked with lube and the milky precome he’s leaking but the friction as Baekhyun strains against Chanyeol and the harsh squeeze he gives around their dicks sends jolts of electricity through him, hips jerking forward with a shivering gasp.
It’s still almost too fast when Baekhyun lines himself up. He rubs his entrance teasingly over the swollen head for only a moment before beginning to sink down, and God, Baekhyun can’t keep himself from whining at the stretch, legs falling open even further as he grinds himself over just the tip. He’s so wrecked already that he can’t imagine how it would feel to have Chanyeol slamming into him.
Meanwhile, Chanyeol’s reeling, dizzy from the mere sight of Baekhyun lowering himself onto him, with his plush thighs spread to reveal the obscene pink of his pretty cock, pearls of precum forming at the slit, hard and bobbing with each movement of Baekhyun’s hips. The sensation is even more incredible, with Baekhyun being tighter beyond any imagination, so much so that he barely fits over Chanyeol’s cock, clenching so hard around him with the most intense heat that Chanyeol can’t breathe, as if trying to milk him dry.
Chanyeol tries hard to think rationally instead. He steadies Baekhyun with large hands holding securely to his waist, stopping him from going any further.
“Baek, listen to me. You have to slow down,” he manages brokenly through harsh breaths and fuck, he’s so turned on right now that it physically hurts. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Baekhyun has a wild look in his eyes, desperate and hazed as he shakes his head. “Please,” he begs, trying to circle his hips despite Chanyeol’s firm grip, nearly sobbing in frustration. “Please, Chanyeol, I can take it. I just need more.” Baekhyun’s voice shakes, leaving off into a whine at the last word.
Chanyeol relents only a little, loosening his hold so Baekhyun can shift but the movement is so sudden he doesn’t have the time to stop it. Baekhyun abruptly sinks down all the way until his rim is squeezing around Chanyeol’s base, perky ass flush against Chanyeol’s hips and the drawn-out sigh he lets out, trembling and husky, is perfectly lewd.
Christ, there’s nothing Chanyeol can do about it now, shuddering at the sensation of Baekhyun all around, but he thinks he can’t last much longer if Baekhyun keeps this up, making those melodic sounds and grinding with Chanyeol’s dick pressed inside him.
The stretch undoubtedly burns, but Baekhyun doesn’t mind the slight sting, tugging at the pleasure simmering in his stomach instead. Baekhyun relishes it even, because he’s finally, finally impossibly full of Chanyeol, thick and pulsing and absolutely carnal, fucking him open in a way his fingers could never compare.
Once Baekhyun adjusts enough, he lifts himself up slightly before rocking back to test the angle. Baekhyun nearly forgets to breathe. Like this, he can feel every fucking inch of Chanyeol dragging delicious friction where he needs it most and it’s so, so good that he can’t even think about the embarrassingly loud cries building at the back of his throat with every thrust.
Chanyeol helps Baekhyun up until only the tip is left inside him, and Baekhyun slams down just as Chanyeol bucks up into his heat, both moaning low at the insane pressure. Each time Baekhyun lifts himself up, Chanyeol gets a perfect glimpse of where his pink hole is stretched wide to accommodate his swollen cock, blooming prettily around his girth as Baekhyun sinks down again with a whimper, and Chanyeol watches as his fluttering rim sucks greedily until his straining length disappears, fully seated within.
Baekhyun rides him relentlessly, bouncing wildly, cock slapping against his own stomach. He grips hard onto Chanyeol’s shoulders, too breathless to kiss properly but brushing their lips together anyway. Baekhyun’s positively mewling now as he fucks himself open on Chanyeol’s lap, soft little noises almost kittenish wrenched from his reddened mouth, winding higher and higher into a throaty moan that the neighbors will surely hear.
Baekhyun sees stars bursting behind his eyes, nearly blacking out as he collapses into Chanyeol. Just the tip of Chanyeol’s dick is rubbing at that sweet spot that makes him go weak, nearly sobbing as Chanyeol holds his hips in place even as he shudders uncontrollably to continue fucking against that spot until it’s almost too much, cock twitching and the pleasure dizzying.
Chanyeol lunges upwards now into a sitting position, seeing that Baekhyun is too wrecked, thighs quaking against Chanyeol’s waist with desperate cries and blunt nails scratching down over Chanyeol’s biceps.
Chanyeol rocks Baekhyun in his lap, bouncing him up and down with slick sounds of skin on skin, the slide of his cock into Baekhyun’s tightness. Baekhyun’s so needy, now unashamedly tugging roughly at himself, his cries of Chanyeol’s name sinful until he stops, back arching, eyes fluttered shut, shivering all over in Chanyeol’s arms as Baekhyun muffles a scream into the crook of his neck, hips canting as his abused cock shudders, spilling thick ribbons of white over Chanyeol’s stomach.
Baekhyun’s muscles spasm, squeezing Chanyeol harder and hotter until it’s almost unbearably searing, wrenching Chanyeol’s orgasm from him until he’s shaking and moaning into Baekhyun’s kiss, chest heaving as he finally comes, the pleasure blanking his mind.
When they finally recover, a pleasant buzz settling in their veins, Chanyeol gets up to grab a wet cloth to clean up. Tired and sated and not particularly wanting to step into the shower for the second time that night, Baekhyun and Chanyeol clean up as best as they can and settle under the covers despite their overheated skin.
Chanyeol looks as if he’s asleep within minutes, even more child-like and innocent. It’s then that Baekhyun lifts a finger to trace softly down Chanyeol’s jaw, his eyelids, the bow of his lips. Chanyeol’s not asleep though, and Baekhyun feels it in the way Chanyeol smiles against his touch.
“Go to sleep,” is all Baekhyun says, mildly embarrassed.
Chanyeol opens his eyes drowsily and props his head up against the pillow, lazy grin still in place, hair wildly fluffy. He laces his fingers with Baekhyun’s, watching the faint flush spread when he dips his head to Baekhyun’s hand to place a kiss over each knuckle. Chanyeol places a kiss on Baekhyun’s mouth too for a good measure when he pouts.
“Goodnight,” he says, thumb rubbing over Baekhyun’s palm. And they fall asleep just like that, smiling just slightly, Baekhyun shifting to curl into Chanyeol’s chest when he thinks Chanyeol won’t notice.
(Joonmyun is only mildly scandalized and everyone else is only mildly surprised, grinning knowingly at the hickeys blooming over both Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s throats when they walk into Viva Polo past noon the next day. At this rate, the customers probably know, too, that they belong to each other.)
***
Chanyeol can be oblivious at times. But right now, even he’s not that oblivious. The first time, he’s a little confused as to why the girl (“Eunhye,” she supplied, dimpling brilliantly) was so eager to get her drink, brushing her fingers down Chanyeol’s wrist before he can even put the glass in front of her. Her friends smirk behind their hands and look Chanyeol up and down so thoroughly that his skin prickles uncomfortably. He steps away quickly and feels the need to apologize, though he’s not sure what for.
The second time, it still might be a mistake. Chanyeol tells himself that anyway when Eunhye tips over the dish of soup as he hands it to her. Unfortunately, most of the spill lands on Chanyeol.
“Don’t worry, it happens.” He smiles reassuringly at Eunhye after she bursts into apology. “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll bring you another dish.”
That’s when Eunhye stops him with a manicured hand on Chanyeol’s forearm.
“No, I feel awful,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s my fault. I’ll help you clean up.”
Despite Chanyeol’s protests, Eunhye stands up, grabs a napkin from the holder at the end of the table, and begins scrubbing at the quickly forming stain. She doesn’t seem to be too concerned with actually getting the soup off, though, seeing as her gaze is fixed on Chanyeol’s face instead of the bottom of his shirt. She’s rubbing at Chanyeol’s stomach now while biting on her pink-lipsticked lips in a way that she surely thought was sensual. Chanyeol distractedly thinks that Baekhyun’s lips look prettier. Holding onto her hand, he detaches her as gently as possible.
“Thanks, but really, I’ve got it,” Chanyeol says. He refuses to make eye contact, afraid of how Eunhye might react, and picks up the ruined soup instead.
Baekhyun doesn’t wait for the girl to have a third chance. He can’t hear what they’re saying from the other side of the restaurant - and really, he’s not the type to be like this-but something simmers in his stomach when she touches Chanyeol like that and it’s clearly unwanted. Baekhyun figures he’d show her what Chanyeol does want.
He tells his table, “I’ll be just a minute,” and flashes a tight smile.
Without hesitation, Baekhyun strides toward table five, where Chanyeol’s currently gathering up the dishes. As he approaches, a couple of the other girls take notice of him. Baekhyun decides to slow his walk to an unhurried pace, with more sway to his hips than usual. When he’s standing right behind Chanyeol, Baekhyun leans forward to rest his chin on Chanyeol’s shoulder.
Chanyeol looks back in surprise, expression immediately brightening. “Hey Baek, what’s up?“
“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Baekhyun looks pointedly at Eunhye. Chanyeol doesn’t notice his tone.
While Chanyeol brightens, Eunhye’s face darkens. Baekhyun admittedly enjoys her sour look more than he should. He would’ve even been satisfied to leave her like this if it weren’t for the next words she said.
“You guys are friends, right? I think it’s cute that you’re so close.” Eunhye smiles sweetly straight at Baekhyun.
Chanyeol rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Actually, we’re-“
No one gets to hear the rest of Chanyeol’s sentence. Baekhyun abruptly tugs Chanyeol to him by the belt loops until they’re flush against each other, noses touching.
“Mine,” Baekhyun breathes before leaning in.
Baekhyun only means to give Chanyeol an innocent kiss to prove a point. But Chanyeol’s mouth is soft and eager on Baekhyun’s and he’s so, so responsive when Baekhyun sucks hard on his full bottom lip, letting out the softest gasp that only Baekhyun can hear. The sound burns warm in his veins. Baekhyun wants to hear more.
Somehow, Baekhyun ends up with his fingers tangled through Chanyeol’s hair, one thigh halfway hitched around Chanyeol’s waist when they finally break apart reluctantly. Baekhyun feels a surge of satisfaction at how dazed and mildly turned on Chanyeol looks, eyes unfocused and hair tousled and mouth perfectly reddened. He grins at the thought that he probably looks just as wrecked, that Chanyeol does this to him.
Someone lets out a long breath. “Damn,” one of Eunhye’s friends whispers quietly.
“Wow,” Chanyeol manages, seemingly at a loss for what to say.
“I’ve missed you, babe.” Baekhyun’s mouth is ghosting at the base of Chanyeol’s neck then, but the curl of a smirk lingers tauntingly on his kiss-swollen lips. He stares challengingly back at Eunhye.
Chanyeol drops a kiss on his forehead, arm still wrapped securely around Baekhyun. “We haven’t been further than thirty feet apart all day, Baek.” He grins. “Not that I mind.”
Meanwhile, Eunhye is completely silent, a picture of shock and rage with her fists balled up and a flush coloring the tops of her cheeks. She looks like an angry squirrel, Baekhyun observes, pleased.
The rest of the customers in Viva Polo seem to have caught on at this point. Various parties have turned their heads at the commotion. To both Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s surprise, many of them are clapping, some even laughing, cheering, whistling in their direction. One high-school student even flashes a thumbs-up at a very smug Baekhyun wound up in Chanyeol’s arms.
Eunhye smacks her palm against the table petulantly, startling one of her friends that started applauding too.
“Eunhye, stop being salty because they’re obviously getting some and you aren’t. He looks better with that pretty short guy anyway.”
Baekhyun overhears and grins at her. “Maybe you should listen to your friend, Eunhye.”
Eunhye snatches up her jacket and stalks out the door. “Have fun mauling each other, you filthy dogs,” she snaps over her shoulder.
Baekhyun waves brightly as she leaves and Chanyeol looks torn between being amused and mildly apologetic. No one is particularly upset to see her go, though, and the cheering continues for a good few minutes before finally petering out.
***
As it draws closer to the start of the school year, the air gets a little crisper and the weather is more suited to the skintight jeans that Baekhyun favors so much. Chanyeol finally admits to himself that he’s actually gotten used to working in Viva Polo over the summer months.
There’s a certain vibe to the restaurant that Chanyeol can’t place.
It can maybe be described by the feeling Chanyeol got the time Luhan somehow convinced Yixing to lock the front doors, leaving Chanyeol to frantically pull at the handle while Yixing stood on the other side of the glass, smiling serenely and pointing at his ear to indicate that he couldn’t hear. Or maybe the feeling could be described by huge tomato sauce stain Sehun had gotten on the wall, which Minseok helped cover up by plastering Polaroids and posters over it.
It’s funny, Chanyeol thinks, that he might actually miss the way Tao immediately evacuates the main room when an insect flies in, the awful burnt smell when Jongin and Sehun cook together, the customers (mostly female) asking Yifan for eyebrow care tips.
And now it’s their last day. Chanyeol’s mother is pleased with the relative success of the restaurant (evidently, she doesn’t know how exactly they’re running the business) and she plans on hiring a fresh crew of employees to take over when all the current workers start another semester of college. It’s not that big of a deal, Chanyeol supposes, since they all go to Seoul Arts, but there’s the slightest pang that it won’t be the same, not with all their different majors.
The sky’s been dark for a while now. It seems that the rest of the staff are also affected by the change in atmosphere, since not even Jongdae talks as much as usual when they prepare to eat dinner together for the last time (as employees, anyway) at Viva Polo.
Chanyeol clears his throat. “We’re still going to hang out, right?” It was supposed to be a casual question, but somehow it comes out clingy and unsure. Baekhyun just laces their fingers together under the table.
It takes a moment for someone to reply. Everyone seems to be expectantly waiting for another person to speak up first. In the end, it’s Luhan who says something.
“Of course,” he says, sounding fondly scathing. “We obviously didn’t just come for the food, or else we’d have left a long time ago.” Luhan coughs to hide the end of his sentence when he finds Kyungsoo staring right at him. “But the food is great too,” he tacks on lamely.
Sehun nods in agreement. “You know the crusty tomato sauce that sticks on the bottom of the pan? I feel like that’s a metaphor for us.”
Jongin pats at Sehun’s back. “It’s a good thing you’re a dance major, not a songwriter.”
“Hey,” Sehun argues, “My adlibs to the birthday song are iconic.”
“’Shawty I’mma party till the sundown’ is not-“ Jongdae starts.
“Hey,” Yixing pipes up, bewildered. “How is that a metaphor?”
Yifan pinches the bridge of his nose. “Xing, he means that we’re stuck together for life like old tomato sauce to a pan. In a good way. Hopefully.”
“Can we not get sappy?” Tao’s leaned against a table, looking unimpressed.
Minseok raises an eyebrow. “You were the one crying in the bathroom earlier.”
“Okay, I have severe allergies in the fall-“
“It’s only the end of August,” Joonmyun points out.
Jongdae claps his hands together loudly. “Alright, basically, we all love each other. Now shut the hell up.” He winks at the others. “You guys have things to do, don’t you?”
“Except you two. Stay here.” Jongdae waves Baekhyun and Chanyeol away as they begin to stand up. “Make out on the table or something. We don’t need any more help messing up in the kitchen.”
Chanyeol makes an offended noise but cuts off abruptly when Baekhyun leans into his side, whispering something into his ear.
Luhan and Minseok look on with matching expressions of somewhat fond disgust.
“Ah, young love,” Luhan says wistfully.
Minseok smacks at his arm lightly. “Are you calling us old?”
Jongdae throws his hands up. “I swear, there are too many couples in this restaurant.” He taps their shoulders. “We have a plan, you pervs, let’s get to it.”
It takes only about ten minutes before the rest of the staff appears from the kitchen again. Soft accordion music plays from someone’s phone on the counter. Kyungsoo is holding a plate of what seems to be spaghetti and meatballs, while the rest are hiding something small in their hands.
Baekhyun looks taken aback at the sight. “What are you guys doing?”
Tao snorts. “It’s called romance.”
Sehun speaks up out of nowhere. “These are actually battery powered.” Jongin elbows him in the ribs. “Hey, it’s true. We didn’t want to accidentally burn down Viva Polo on our last day. Also, Jongdae is just cheap.”
Jongdae shrugs. “What? I can admit it.”
All at once, little yellow lights flick on, presumably from the battery-powered candles they each held. Jongdae gestures frantically for them to arrange themselves in a circle around where Chanyeol and Baekhyun are sitting.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be sacrificed?” Chanyeol says.
“Shut up, asshole,” Kyungsoo says lightly. “We’re trying to do something nice for you.”
He places the dish of spaghetti on the table between Baekhyun and Chanyeol, stepping back quickly afterwards. Everyone seems to be staring at them expectantly, waiting for something to happen.
“So are you two going to get on with it?” Jongdae asks impatiently. “It’s tiring to keep holding these candles.”
“Thanks for the pasta…?” Chanyeol says uncertainly. Baekhyun suddenly whispers out “Oh,” in comprehension.
“We’re dogs,” Baekhyun says, slapping the table emphatically. “Thanks,” Baekhyun grins up at their friends, “But we don’t need this.” He pushes the dish away.
Instead, Baekhyun takes Luhan’s candle and walks to Chanyeol’s side.
“Romantic, isn’t it?” Baekhyun smiles easily, holding the plastic candle between them. The soft light and casted shadows highlight the angles in Chanyeol’s face.
“Look at the skies,” he sings softly with the background music, dark eyes molten. “They have stars in their eyes.” Baekhyun takes a step closer. “On this lovely bella notte,” he finishes, voice barely above a whisper, the lyrics breathed against Chanyeol’s lips.
From the moment Baekhyun started singing, comprehension dawned on Chanyeol. He listens to Baekhyun sing anyway, because Chanyeol thinks his voice is beautiful, much better than the mustachioed waiter in that Disney movie about dogs.
Noses nearly touching, Baekhyun pushes himself up on the tips of his toes to capture Chanyeol’s lips, slow and languid and filling both of them with a pleasant, fizzling warmth. Chanyeol’s hands come up to cradle Baekhyun’s jaw, touch rough in the best way, tipping Baekhyun forward with a contented sigh.
It’s not enough, Baekhyun thinks, and he hopes that he’ll never get tired of this, of the way Chanyeol smiles into their kisses, the way Chanyeol gets breathless whenever Baekhyun touches him, the way he looks at Baekhyun when he thinks no one else is watching. The thought is so sudden and it urges Baekhyun with the need to simply be closer to Chanyeol. He tightens his grip on Chanyeol’s shoulders and jumps so his legs lock around Chanyeol’s waist, chests colliding with a soft gasp.
Chanyeol immediately drops his hands to hook around Baekhyun’s knees to ensure he won’t fall, only holding on more desperately just to keep Baekhyun’s mouth on his, body arching sweetly into him just like this.
When they finally break their kiss, they stay clinging to each other for a while longer, breath mingling in their proximity until they’re lightheaded from both the lack of oxygen and the taste of each other. Baekhyun stares up at Chanyeol in wonder, light-headed and chest heaving but Chanyeol does the same, eyes shining with a foolish grin on his face.
“Woo!” Joonmyun breaks the silence and starts cheering.
“Fucking finally.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It kind of is a bella notte.”
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When they finish locking up the restaurant, it’s past midnight. They walk back to Chanyeol’s apartment down streets of mostly empty storefronts, some late-night businesses lit up with neon signs but it’s mostly only the stars and streetlamps that provide them with light. Somewhere along the way, Baekhyun fits his hand into Chanyeol’s wordlessly, lacing their fingers together and swinging their arms as they go through the dark.
Back inside Chanyeol’s apartment building, Baekhyun presses Chanyeol against his door for another kiss, this time sweet and soft.
“Thank you, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says quietly.
“For what?” Chanyeol can’t help asking.
Baekhyun doesn’t reply, taking the keys from Chanyeol to unlock the door instead. Inside, the apartment is surprisingly mostly neat, courtesy of Baekhyun when he stays over, which is more often than not nowadays. Still, Chanyeol has to shove a music stand out of the way here or a stack of composition paper there.
“I need a shower,” Baekhyun declares to no one in particular. “I feel disgustingly sticky.”
Chanyeol opens his mouth but before he can get anything out, Baekhyun shakes a finger at him.
“Don’t say it.”
Baekhyun simply starts undressing right there, not even bothering to turn away from Chanyeol. He undoes his dress shirt first, wrinkled and first few buttons already haphazardly opened. As Baekhyun continues, exposing more and more unblemished skin, Chanyeol tries very hard not to look to the way the lean muscles flex in Baekhyun’s back as he moves, his dusky nipples perking in the cool air, his slim waist that flares out into curvy hips. Baekhyun suddenly speaks up again, a hint of teasing in his voice.
“Join me in the shower?” he invites. Baekhyun knows.
Chanyeol gulps and it takes considerable effort to refuse. “I’d better not,” he says, “I can wait until you’re finished.”
“No?” Baekhyun asks innocently. “Is there any chance I could persuade you?”
He’s moved closer now, only in his skintight jeans, breath tickling against Chanyeol’s ear. Baekhyun places a hand on Chanyeol’s chest, sliding it lower and lower but keeps his eyes on Chanyeol’s, glinting mischievously. Chanyeol’s heart stutters.
Just before Baekhyun reaches Chanyeol’s crotch, and just as Chanyeol’s beginning to press up against Baekhyun involuntarily, he pulls back with a little smirk. “At least help me get my jeans off, then.”
Baekhyun settles on the edge of Chanyeol’s bed and raises an eyebrow expectantly. Before Chanyeol knows it, he’s right in front of Baekhyun, towering over him and caging him in against the mattress but with the predatory way Baekhyun watches back, it feels more like he’s the prey.
Baekhyun doesn’t help much at all, only shifting his weight slightly to ease the process as Chanyeol struggles with his godforsaken jeans. Chanyeol has to peel the fabric down painstakingly inch by inch, catching on the sharp V of Baekhyun’s hipbones and holding tight to the curve of his ample ass and God, he thinks, Baekhyun’s bare thighs could really kill a man. When Chanyeol finally drops the pants on the floor, he feels like he can’t breathe. He directs his eyes at the ground, making sure to stare at nothing but Baekhyun’s delicately crossed ankles.
Baekhyun stands up. The sudden motion startles Chanyeol and he has no time to step back. He finds himself shoved roughly down on the bed when Baekhyun flips their positions in a burst of strength, and now he has a lapful of a decidedly very naked Baekhyun.
In a brief moment of hesitation, Chanyeol catches the purposeful way Baekhyun’s eyeing him before he leans in for an urgent kiss, tongue pressing insistently forward, licking hot and sweet into Chanyeol’s mouth. All the while, Baekhyun’s busy rucking up Chanyeol’s shirt, slim fingers dancing down the planes of his stomach to feel the way Chanyeol tenses at his touch until Chanyeol gives in and helps strip the shirt off.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Chanyeol asks, fully intending to laugh but getting too distracted by Baekhyun’s lips in the process.
Baekhyun grins. “You know you love it.”
He grabs Chanyeol by the hand and pulls him to the bathroom, shucking off the rest of Chanyeol’s clothes as they go.
***
Chanyeol tries to turn the taps to the cooler side in the shower, hoping to prevent himself from popping another erection if Baekhyun gets a little too frisky.
Baekhyun is surprisingly tame at first. He keeps his hands to himself, rubbing shampoo into his hair and lathering himself up with body wash. Even without Baekhyun touching him, it’s a problem, Chanyeol soon realizes.
Baekhyun is ridiculously appealing when he’s not doing anything in particular, but it becomes clear as time goes on that it’s not by mistake, the slow slip of his fingers as Baekhyun rinses, how he bends over for longer than necessary, the way his lips part every time he follows the path of water rivulets down the dips of Chanyeol’s back.
It’s not long before Baekhyun kisses Chanyeol under the spray of the shower, tasting water and warmth. Baekhyun looks good even drenched like this, Chanyeol thinks, and it’s even better when Baekhyun presses their bodies together, guiding Chanyeol’s hands to drag up his curves or settle dangerously close to his perky nipples. Chanyeol can’t resist much more than that, hands roaming hungrily over every inch of Baekhyun that he can reach and it’s so much milky skin offered up and it’s all for him.
Chanyeol even hitches Baekhyun’s thigh up around his waist as Baekhyun captures his lips again, hard, and he swallows down the contented sighs that Baekhyun exhales. Chanyeol can’t seem to stop running his palms up and down the smooth skin and marveling at the contrast between Baekhyun’s overheated flesh and the cool water.
It does nothing to help Chanyeol’s spiking arousal when Baekhyun fixes on a single drop of water running down his neck and his soft lips flutter at Chanyeol’s pulse, a hot touch of his tongue as he kisses the droplet away.
Baekhyun’s hands are wandering too, one dipping lower and lower to tease at Chanyeol’s half-hard dick, but it won’t take long until he’s aching again, not with Baekhyun’s strategic touches, giving a little but never nearly enough.
Just a few minutes later, they end up stumbling out of the bathroom, with Chanyeol throwing a towel over them and holding carefully to Baekhyun’s waist to make sure he won’t slip. They’re both clean anyway, but it seems like their efforts might be wasted.
Baekhyun flashes that wicked grin at him again, stalking toward Chanyeol until he’s cornered against the bed.
“Round two?” he asks, eyes twinkling, stepping between Chanyeol’s legs.
It’s only when Chanyeol takes a look at the clock on his nightstand that he remembers they have work the next day, and it’s already one in the morning.
“Baek,” Chanyeol pleads half-heartedly, “You know how Joonmyun will get if we both don’t show up tomorrow.” He sounds incredibly unconvincing, especially with the soft moan he makes when Baekhyun rubs himself into his lap.
“Call him now,” Baekhyun suggests after a moment. He fishes out his phone from the discarded clothes on the floor and hands it to Chanyeol. “Tell him we’ll be late,” he says, voice hypnotizingly low against Chanyeol’s ear.
Even though it’s such a bad idea, Chanyeol’s already made up his mind to dial Joonmyun’s number, but Baekhyun seems to think he needs a little more incentive.
Baekhyun drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll let you fuck me if you do.”
Chanyeol nearly drops the phone. His mind is suddenly filled with vivid images of Baekhyun, folded in half, Baekhyun, legs spread for him, touching himself desperately-he swallows. Chanyeol’s not wearing anything, so there’s nothing between him and Baekhyun, nothing to hide the way Chanyeol hardens just at his own fantasy.
Baekhyun looks all too smug as Chanyeol fumbles to call Joonmyun.
On the eighth ring, just when Chanyeol thinks Joonmyun won’t pick up, there’s a click as the call connects.
“Hello?” A groggy voice speaks from the other end.
Chanyeol braces himself mentally for Joonmyun’s wrath. “Hi, Joonmyun-“
He sucks in a harsh breath suddenly. Chanyeol looks down to find Baekhyun toying with the head of his cock, running his fingers along the underside.
“Chanyeol?” Joonmyun sounds a lot more awake now. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” There’s rustling from the other side, as if Joonmyun is sitting up and already pushing the covers back.
“Nothing happened. I just needed to tell you that-“ Chanyeol’s breath hitches. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to keep quiet as he continues with full, slow strokes, wrist flicking just so each time he reaches the tip of Chanyeol’s length, enough to have Chanyeol bucking up for more, a low whine starting in his throat. Baekhyun holds his hips down with his other hand, shaking his head.
“Naughty, aren’t you?” Baekhyun scolds playfully, quiet enough so only Chanyeol can hear. “Focus on your conversation,” he says, even as he presses the tip of his thumb into Chanyeol’s slit until his hips jerk and his stomach clenches, making a bead of precum ooze from the flushed tip. Baekhyun smirks knowingly at the way Chanyeol bites hard on his own palm to keep silent.
“Chanyeol?” Joonmyun’s voice comes again, even more worried this time. “I’m coming to your apartment right now if you don’t tell me what’s going on in the next ten seconds.”
“Ah, hah, please don’t, Joonmyun.” Chanyeol’s reddening all the way down to his chest at the sounds slipping from his own throat when Baekhyun mouths down the length of his cock, tongue darting out to lap at the swollen flesh, suckling softly in places, leaving him shiny with hot saliva.
“I just-Baekhyun and I will probably be late to the lunch shift tomorrow.” Chanyeol’s stuttering now, vocabulary failing him as Baekhyun climbs into his lap, attaching his lips to Chanyeol’s clavicle, scraping hickeys into the skin there and Christ, then Baekhyun’s fitting Chanyeol’s straining dick to the soft curve of his bare ass, grinding wantonly at his hardness until he whimpers at the incredible sensation of heated skin on skin.
Baekhyun’s own erection is leaking, the tip pressing into Chanyeol’s stomach, and Baekhyun’s caught between pressing forward to get friction on his cock or down, where Chanyeol’s rutting against him. Chanyeol can’t even think straight, panting heavily against Baekhyun’s lips as they crash together.
“Are you having sex right now?” Joonmyun sounds incredulous. “With Baekhyun?!” Chanyeol’s forgotten that Joonmyun can still hear. Baekhyun gasps then, so breathy and painfully seductive when Chanyeol rubs him just right.
“I’m hanging up. You better be there tomorrow,” Joonmyun says shrilly. Before he disconnects the call, Chanyeol hears him say something that sounds distinctly like a grumble about waking up to indecent sounds in the middle of the night.
“Finally,” Baekhyun says, voice shaky. He tosses the phone aside, not caring much for where it lands.
Chanyeol’s impatient too, throat gone dry and heat pooling in his stomach as Baekhyun crawls down the length of the bed. Baekhyun looks absolutely sinful like this, knees spread apart, back arched to press his pretty ass into the air, perfectly debauched-looking with a trace of Chanyeol’s precome dripping slowly from the cleft. His reddened cock hangs heavily between those tempting, creamy thighs. Baekhyun dips his hips forward, rolling them against the sheets, rubbing himself into the mattress and whining in search of relief.
“Please, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun pants, eyes unfocused. “Lube, lube. I need something in me right now.”
Baekhyun’s exposed position right now gives Chanyeol a perfect view of the way his pink rim flutters as he begs. Meanwhile, with a frustrated whine, Baekhyun pumps furiously at his own straining cock, eyes shut and mouth falling open in heavy breaths and spilling obscene little cries, but the sight has Chanyeol paralyzed for a moment.
Snapping back to his senses, Chanyeol finds the bottle of lube in his bedside drawer, intending to help prepare Baekhyun himself. Instead, Baekhyun snatches it from him immediately, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. He pushes Chanyeol back against the headboard, wide-eyed, with his other hand.
“Watch,” he commands breathlessly.
Without hesitation, Baekhyun reaches behind himself to dip the first finger into his pretty hole. His back bows even more sharply at the mere contact, lips parted in a pleased whimper. All too quickly, he presses in a second finger alongside the first, pumping them slowly at first, experimentally in and out before beginning to scissor them, spreading him open to Chanyeol’s gaze.
The sight is more than provocative, with Baekhyun fucking himself onto his own delicate fingers, curving and pressing deep, wringing sighs from his bitten mouth, thighs trembling, unable to keep himself upright anymore. Baekhyun has three in him now and his rim is slightly swollen, drawn tight over the intrusion as he rocks back onto his hand, excess lube slicking down his inner thighs.
Baekhyun looks nearly feverish, pink flush staining his cheeks. “It’s not enough,” he insists. “I need you to, ah, fill me up.”
He’s shuddering hard, almost uncontrollably, and Baekhyun looks beautifully wrecked. Now, after withdrawing his fingers, his hole is gaping between his ass cheeks, clenching desperately around nothing in a way that has Chanyeol’s stomach tightening with another surge of heat, breath hitching just imagining how Baekhyun would feel around him.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun invites, eyes darkened, pupils blown in lust, like Chanyeol needs any more urging.
He strokes firmly down Chanyeol’s length for a good measure though there’s really no need, since Chanyeol’s already past the point of throbbing, cock curved up and swollen thick from watching Baekhyun and palming at himself. He looks absolutely delectable, Baekhyun thinks deliriously.
Baekhyun abruptly slides off the bed, rifling through his discarded clothes until he fishes out a condom, ripping the packet open. Quickly, he slides it down over Chanyeol, maddeningly light touches only intensifying the ache and the coolness of the lube spreading over him only sparking his arousal with the contrast to Baekhyun’s hot touch.
Luckily, Baekhyun’s past the point of patience too. Baekhyun shoves Chanyeol down roughly, pinning his wrists to the sides of his head, eyes black with lust and so, so needy as he sucks at Chanyeol’s bottom lip, kissing fierce and eager until both their mouths are a fresh ruined red.
Baekhyun wants more, and he’s aching from just how much he wants, settling for messily fisting at both himself and Chanyeol at once with slender fingers struggling to wrap around the sheer girth. The slide is absolutely filthy, hand slicked with lube and the milky precome he’s leaking but the friction as Baekhyun strains against Chanyeol and the harsh squeeze he gives around their dicks sends jolts of electricity through him, hips jerking forward with a shivering gasp.
It’s still almost too fast when Baekhyun lines himself up. He rubs his entrance teasingly over the swollen head for only a moment before beginning to sink down, and God, Baekhyun can’t keep himself from whining at the stretch, legs falling open even further as he grinds himself over just the tip. He’s so wrecked already that he can’t imagine how it would feel to have Chanyeol slamming into him.
Meanwhile, Chanyeol’s reeling, dizzy from the mere sight of Baekhyun lowering himself onto him, with his plush thighs spread to reveal the obscene pink of his pretty cock, pearls of precum forming at the slit, hard and bobbing with each movement of Baekhyun’s hips. The sensation is even more incredible, with Baekhyun being tighter beyond any imagination, so much so that he barely fits over Chanyeol’s cock, clenching so hard around him with the most intense heat that Chanyeol can’t breathe, as if trying to milk him dry.
Chanyeol tries hard to think rationally instead. He steadies Baekhyun with large hands holding securely to his waist, stopping him from going any further.
“Baek, listen to me. You have to slow down,” he manages brokenly through harsh breaths and fuck, he’s so turned on right now that it physically hurts. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Baekhyun has a wild look in his eyes, desperate and hazed as he shakes his head. “Please,” he begs, trying to circle his hips despite Chanyeol’s firm grip, nearly sobbing in frustration. “Please, Chanyeol, I can take it. I just need more.” Baekhyun’s voice shakes, leaving off into a whine at the last word.
Chanyeol relents only a little, loosening his hold so Baekhyun can shift but the movement is so sudden he doesn’t have the time to stop it. Baekhyun abruptly sinks down all the way until his rim is squeezing around Chanyeol’s base, perky ass flush against Chanyeol’s hips and the drawn-out sigh he lets out, trembling and husky, is perfectly lewd.
Christ, there’s nothing Chanyeol can do about it now, shuddering at the sensation of Baekhyun all around, but he thinks he can’t last much longer if Baekhyun keeps this up, making those melodic sounds and grinding with Chanyeol’s dick pressed inside him.
The stretch undoubtedly burns, but Baekhyun doesn’t mind the slight sting, tugging at the pleasure simmering in his stomach instead. Baekhyun relishes it even, because he’s finally, finally impossibly full of Chanyeol, thick and pulsing and absolutely carnal, fucking him open in a way his fingers could never compare.
Once Baekhyun adjusts enough, he lifts himself up slightly before rocking back to test the angle. Baekhyun nearly forgets to breathe. Like this, he can feel every fucking inch of Chanyeol dragging delicious friction where he needs it most and it’s so, so good that he can’t even think about the embarrassingly loud cries building at the back of his throat with every thrust.
Chanyeol helps Baekhyun up until only the tip is left inside him, and Baekhyun slams down just as Chanyeol bucks up into his heat, both moaning low at the insane pressure. Each time Baekhyun lifts himself up, Chanyeol gets a perfect glimpse of where his pink hole is stretched wide to accommodate his swollen cock, blooming prettily around his girth as Baekhyun sinks down again with a whimper, and Chanyeol watches as his fluttering rim sucks greedily until his straining length disappears, fully seated within.
Baekhyun rides him relentlessly, bouncing wildly, cock slapping against his own stomach. He grips hard onto Chanyeol’s shoulders, too breathless to kiss properly but brushing their lips together anyway. Baekhyun’s positively mewling now as he fucks himself open on Chanyeol’s lap, soft little noises almost kittenish wrenched from his reddened mouth, winding higher and higher into a throaty moan that the neighbors will surely hear.
Baekhyun sees stars bursting behind his eyes, nearly blacking out as he collapses into Chanyeol. Just the tip of Chanyeol’s dick is rubbing at that sweet spot that makes him go weak, nearly sobbing as Chanyeol holds his hips in place even as he shudders uncontrollably to continue fucking against that spot until it’s almost too much, cock twitching and the pleasure dizzying.
Chanyeol lunges upwards now into a sitting position, seeing that Baekhyun is too wrecked, thighs quaking against Chanyeol’s waist with desperate cries and blunt nails scratching down over Chanyeol’s biceps.
Chanyeol rocks Baekhyun in his lap, bouncing him up and down with slick sounds of skin on skin, the slide of his cock into Baekhyun’s tightness. Baekhyun’s so needy, now unashamedly tugging roughly at himself, his cries of Chanyeol’s name sinful until he stops, back arching, eyes fluttered shut, shivering all over in Chanyeol’s arms as Baekhyun muffles a scream into the crook of his neck, hips canting as his abused cock shudders, spilling thick ribbons of white over Chanyeol’s stomach.
Baekhyun’s muscles spasm, squeezing Chanyeol harder and hotter until it’s almost unbearably searing, wrenching Chanyeol’s orgasm from him until he’s shaking and moaning into Baekhyun’s kiss, chest heaving as he finally comes, the pleasure blanking his mind.
When they finally recover, a pleasant buzz settling in their veins, Chanyeol gets up to grab a wet cloth to clean up. Tired and sated and not particularly wanting to step into the shower for the second time that night, Baekhyun and Chanyeol clean up as best as they can and settle under the covers despite their overheated skin.
Chanyeol looks as if he’s asleep within minutes, even more child-like and innocent. It’s then that Baekhyun lifts a finger to trace softly down Chanyeol’s jaw, his eyelids, the bow of his lips. Chanyeol’s not asleep though, and Baekhyun feels it in the way Chanyeol smiles against his touch.
“Go to sleep,” is all Baekhyun says, mildly embarrassed.
Chanyeol opens his eyes drowsily and props his head up against the pillow, lazy grin still in place, hair wildly fluffy. He laces his fingers with Baekhyun’s, watching the faint flush spread when he dips his head to Baekhyun’s hand to place a kiss over each knuckle. Chanyeol places a kiss on Baekhyun’s mouth too for a good measure when he pouts.
“Goodnight,” he says, thumb rubbing over Baekhyun’s palm. And they fall asleep just like that, smiling just slightly, Baekhyun shifting to curl into Chanyeol’s chest when he thinks Chanyeol won’t notice.
(Joonmyun is only mildly scandalized and everyone else is only mildly surprised, grinning knowingly at the hickeys blooming over both Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s throats when they walk into Viva Polo past noon the next day. At this rate, the customers probably know, too, that they belong to each other.)
***
Chanyeol can be oblivious at times. But right now, even he’s not that oblivious. The first time, he’s a little confused as to why the girl (“Eunhye,” she supplied, dimpling brilliantly) was so eager to get her drink, brushing her fingers down Chanyeol’s wrist before he can even put the glass in front of her. Her friends smirk behind their hands and look Chanyeol up and down so thoroughly that his skin prickles uncomfortably. He steps away quickly and feels the need to apologize, though he’s not sure what for.
The second time, it still might be a mistake. Chanyeol tells himself that anyway when Eunhye tips over the dish of soup as he hands it to her. Unfortunately, most of the spill lands on Chanyeol.
“Don’t worry, it happens.” He smiles reassuringly at Eunhye after she bursts into apology. “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll bring you another dish.”
That’s when Eunhye stops him with a manicured hand on Chanyeol’s forearm.
“No, I feel awful,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s my fault. I’ll help you clean up.”
Despite Chanyeol’s protests, Eunhye stands up, grabs a napkin from the holder at the end of the table, and begins scrubbing at the quickly forming stain. She doesn’t seem to be too concerned with actually getting the soup off, though, seeing as her gaze is fixed on Chanyeol’s face instead of the bottom of his shirt. She’s rubbing at Chanyeol’s stomach now while biting on her pink-lipsticked lips in a way that she surely thought was sensual. Chanyeol distractedly thinks that Baekhyun’s lips look prettier. Holding onto her hand, he detaches her as gently as possible.
“Thanks, but really, I’ve got it,” Chanyeol says. He refuses to make eye contact, afraid of how Eunhye might react, and picks up the ruined soup instead.
Baekhyun doesn’t wait for the girl to have a third chance. He can’t hear what they’re saying from the other side of the restaurant - and really, he’s not the type to be like this-but something simmers in his stomach when she touches Chanyeol like that and it’s clearly unwanted. Baekhyun figures he’d show her what Chanyeol does want.
He tells his table, “I’ll be just a minute,” and flashes a tight smile.
Without hesitation, Baekhyun strides toward table five, where Chanyeol’s currently gathering up the dishes. As he approaches, a couple of the other girls take notice of him. Baekhyun decides to slow his walk to an unhurried pace, with more sway to his hips than usual. When he’s standing right behind Chanyeol, Baekhyun leans forward to rest his chin on Chanyeol’s shoulder.
Chanyeol looks back in surprise, expression immediately brightening. “Hey Baek, what’s up?“
“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Baekhyun looks pointedly at Eunhye. Chanyeol doesn’t notice his tone.
While Chanyeol brightens, Eunhye’s face darkens. Baekhyun admittedly enjoys her sour look more than he should. He would’ve even been satisfied to leave her like this if it weren’t for the next words she said.
“You guys are friends, right? I think it’s cute that you’re so close.” Eunhye smiles sweetly straight at Baekhyun.
Chanyeol rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Actually, we’re-“
No one gets to hear the rest of Chanyeol’s sentence. Baekhyun abruptly tugs Chanyeol to him by the belt loops until they’re flush against each other, noses touching.
“Mine,” Baekhyun breathes before leaning in.
Baekhyun only means to give Chanyeol an innocent kiss to prove a point. But Chanyeol’s mouth is soft and eager on Baekhyun’s and he’s so, so responsive when Baekhyun sucks hard on his full bottom lip, letting out the softest gasp that only Baekhyun can hear. The sound burns warm in his veins. Baekhyun wants to hear more.
Somehow, Baekhyun ends up with his fingers tangled through Chanyeol’s hair, one thigh halfway hitched around Chanyeol’s waist when they finally break apart reluctantly. Baekhyun feels a surge of satisfaction at how dazed and mildly turned on Chanyeol looks, eyes unfocused and hair tousled and mouth perfectly reddened. He grins at the thought that he probably looks just as wrecked, that Chanyeol does this to him.
Someone lets out a long breath. “Damn,” one of Eunhye’s friends whispers quietly.
“Wow,” Chanyeol manages, seemingly at a loss for what to say.
“I’ve missed you, babe.” Baekhyun’s mouth is ghosting at the base of Chanyeol’s neck then, but the curl of a smirk lingers tauntingly on his kiss-swollen lips. He stares challengingly back at Eunhye.
Chanyeol drops a kiss on his forehead, arm still wrapped securely around Baekhyun. “We haven’t been further than thirty feet apart all day, Baek.” He grins. “Not that I mind.”
Meanwhile, Eunhye is completely silent, a picture of shock and rage with her fists balled up and a flush coloring the tops of her cheeks. She looks like an angry squirrel, Baekhyun observes, pleased.
The rest of the customers in Viva Polo seem to have caught on at this point. Various parties have turned their heads at the commotion. To both Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s surprise, many of them are clapping, some even laughing, cheering, whistling in their direction. One high-school student even flashes a thumbs-up at a very smug Baekhyun wound up in Chanyeol’s arms.
Eunhye smacks her palm against the table petulantly, startling one of her friends that started applauding too.
“Eunhye, stop being salty because they’re obviously getting some and you aren’t. He looks better with that pretty short guy anyway.”
Baekhyun overhears and grins at her. “Maybe you should listen to your friend, Eunhye.”
Eunhye snatches up her jacket and stalks out the door. “Have fun mauling each other, you filthy dogs,” she snaps over her shoulder.
Baekhyun waves brightly as she leaves and Chanyeol looks torn between being amused and mildly apologetic. No one is particularly upset to see her go, though, and the cheering continues for a good few minutes before finally petering out.
***
As it draws closer to the start of the school year, the air gets a little crisper and the weather is more suited to the skintight jeans that Baekhyun favors so much. Chanyeol finally admits to himself that he’s actually gotten used to working in Viva Polo over the summer months.
There’s a certain vibe to the restaurant that Chanyeol can’t place.
It can maybe be described by the feeling Chanyeol got the time Luhan somehow convinced Yixing to lock the front doors, leaving Chanyeol to frantically pull at the handle while Yixing stood on the other side of the glass, smiling serenely and pointing at his ear to indicate that he couldn’t hear. Or maybe the feeling could be described by huge tomato sauce stain Sehun had gotten on the wall, which Minseok helped cover up by plastering Polaroids and posters over it.
It’s funny, Chanyeol thinks, that he might actually miss the way Tao immediately evacuates the main room when an insect flies in, the awful burnt smell when Jongin and Sehun cook together, the customers (mostly female) asking Yifan for eyebrow care tips.
And now it’s their last day. Chanyeol’s mother is pleased with the relative success of the restaurant (evidently, she doesn’t know how exactly they’re running the business) and she plans on hiring a fresh crew of employees to take over when all the current workers start another semester of college. It’s not that big of a deal, Chanyeol supposes, since they all go to Seoul Arts, but there’s the slightest pang that it won’t be the same, not with all their different majors.
The sky’s been dark for a while now. It seems that the rest of the staff are also affected by the change in atmosphere, since not even Jongdae talks as much as usual when they prepare to eat dinner together for the last time (as employees, anyway) at Viva Polo.
Chanyeol clears his throat. “We’re still going to hang out, right?” It was supposed to be a casual question, but somehow it comes out clingy and unsure. Baekhyun just laces their fingers together under the table.
It takes a moment for someone to reply. Everyone seems to be expectantly waiting for another person to speak up first. In the end, it’s Luhan who says something.
“Of course,” he says, sounding fondly scathing. “We obviously didn’t just come for the food, or else we’d have left a long time ago.” Luhan coughs to hide the end of his sentence when he finds Kyungsoo staring right at him. “But the food is great too,” he tacks on lamely.
Sehun nods in agreement. “You know the crusty tomato sauce that sticks on the bottom of the pan? I feel like that’s a metaphor for us.”
Jongin pats at Sehun’s back. “It’s a good thing you’re a dance major, not a songwriter.”
“Hey,” Sehun argues, “My adlibs to the birthday song are iconic.”
“’Shawty I’mma party till the sundown’ is not-“ Jongdae starts.
“Hey,” Yixing pipes up, bewildered. “How is that a metaphor?”
Yifan pinches the bridge of his nose. “Xing, he means that we’re stuck together for life like old tomato sauce to a pan. In a good way. Hopefully.”
“Can we not get sappy?” Tao’s leaned against a table, looking unimpressed.
Minseok raises an eyebrow. “You were the one crying in the bathroom earlier.”
“Okay, I have severe allergies in the fall-“
“It’s only the end of August,” Joonmyun points out.
Jongdae claps his hands together loudly. “Alright, basically, we all love each other. Now shut the hell up.” He winks at the others. “You guys have things to do, don’t you?”
“Except you two. Stay here.” Jongdae waves Baekhyun and Chanyeol away as they begin to stand up. “Make out on the table or something. We don’t need any more help messing up in the kitchen.”
Chanyeol makes an offended noise but cuts off abruptly when Baekhyun leans into his side, whispering something into his ear.
Luhan and Minseok look on with matching expressions of somewhat fond disgust.
“Ah, young love,” Luhan says wistfully.
Minseok smacks at his arm lightly. “Are you calling us old?”
Jongdae throws his hands up. “I swear, there are too many couples in this restaurant.” He taps their shoulders. “We have a plan, you pervs, let’s get to it.”
It takes only about ten minutes before the rest of the staff appears from the kitchen again. Soft accordion music plays from someone’s phone on the counter. Kyungsoo is holding a plate of what seems to be spaghetti and meatballs, while the rest are hiding something small in their hands.
Baekhyun looks taken aback at the sight. “What are you guys doing?”
Tao snorts. “It’s called romance.”
Sehun speaks up out of nowhere. “These are actually battery powered.” Jongin elbows him in the ribs. “Hey, it’s true. We didn’t want to accidentally burn down Viva Polo on our last day. Also, Jongdae is just cheap.”
Jongdae shrugs. “What? I can admit it.”
All at once, little yellow lights flick on, presumably from the battery-powered candles they each held. Jongdae gestures frantically for them to arrange themselves in a circle around where Chanyeol and Baekhyun are sitting.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be sacrificed?” Chanyeol says.
“Shut up, asshole,” Kyungsoo says lightly. “We’re trying to do something nice for you.”
He places the dish of spaghetti on the table between Baekhyun and Chanyeol, stepping back quickly afterwards. Everyone seems to be staring at them expectantly, waiting for something to happen.
“So are you two going to get on with it?” Jongdae asks impatiently. “It’s tiring to keep holding these candles.”
“Thanks for the pasta…?” Chanyeol says uncertainly. Baekhyun suddenly whispers out “Oh,” in comprehension.
“We’re dogs,” Baekhyun says, slapping the table emphatically. “Thanks,” Baekhyun grins up at their friends, “But we don’t need this.” He pushes the dish away.
Instead, Baekhyun takes Luhan’s candle and walks to Chanyeol’s side.
“Romantic, isn’t it?” Baekhyun smiles easily, holding the plastic candle between them. The soft light and casted shadows highlight the angles in Chanyeol’s face.
“Look at the skies,” he sings softly with the background music, dark eyes molten. “They have stars in their eyes.” Baekhyun takes a step closer. “On this lovely bella notte,” he finishes, voice barely above a whisper, the lyrics breathed against Chanyeol’s lips.
From the moment Baekhyun started singing, comprehension dawned on Chanyeol. He listens to Baekhyun sing anyway, because Chanyeol thinks his voice is beautiful, much better than the mustachioed waiter in that Disney movie about dogs.
Noses nearly touching, Baekhyun pushes himself up on the tips of his toes to capture Chanyeol’s lips, slow and languid and filling both of them with a pleasant, fizzling warmth. Chanyeol’s hands come up to cradle Baekhyun’s jaw, touch rough in the best way, tipping Baekhyun forward with a contented sigh.
It’s not enough, Baekhyun thinks, and he hopes that he’ll never get tired of this, of the way Chanyeol smiles into their kisses, the way Chanyeol gets breathless whenever Baekhyun touches him, the way he looks at Baekhyun when he thinks no one else is watching. The thought is so sudden and it urges Baekhyun with the need to simply be closer to Chanyeol. He tightens his grip on Chanyeol’s shoulders and jumps so his legs lock around Chanyeol’s waist, chests colliding with a soft gasp.
Chanyeol immediately drops his hands to hook around Baekhyun’s knees to ensure he won’t fall, only holding on more desperately just to keep Baekhyun’s mouth on his, body arching sweetly into him just like this.
When they finally break their kiss, they stay clinging to each other for a while longer, breath mingling in their proximity until they’re lightheaded from both the lack of oxygen and the taste of each other. Baekhyun stares up at Chanyeol in wonder, light-headed and chest heaving but Chanyeol does the same, eyes shining with a foolish grin on his face.
“Woo!” Joonmyun breaks the silence and starts cheering.
“Fucking finally.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It kind of is a bella notte.”
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