Awkward First Time
Title: Awkward First Time
Length: 2,653 w
Fandom/Characters: ChanYeol/Kai (EXO)
Author: theblobmaster
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Awkwardness. A lot of awkwardness. It's crack fluff smut?
Disclaimer: I own my plot and nothing more.
Summary: ChanYeol's birthday present to his boyfriend is sex. It's kinda awkward, but sweet.
Authors Note: This is the sequel to my oneshot The Awkwardness of Striptease. I hope it's good? Everything except the ending is written on my phone, but it should be alright. Please do say if there's something weird about it. Comment pwease? /Throws cookies at you all.
JongIn let out a bright smile as ChanYeol rubs their noses together, smiling a soft smile for once.
"You have such a beautiful smile Jong-Ah, I could stare at it all day." The beautiful smile falls into a dangerous alluring one instead and ChanYeol gulps because he kinda forgot that JongIn could be sex on legs when he wanted.
"I have a better suggestion than that." He attaches his lips to the taller's in a hungry kiss and slowly eases the soft lips apart with small licks and bites to them. As soon as he gets permission he let his tongue explore familiar territory inviting the other's to a slow dance. His pants start to tighten as ChanYeol's habit with squirming while kissing kicks in. After what seems too short they part for air.
"Did your mom bake that really, really awesome birthday cake she baked last time? Because you taste like it and I hope you brought a piece back for me, it's unfair if I don't get any" JongIn couldn't believe ChanYeol would bring that up now and how did he even manage to talk? Noticing that the happy virus was opening his mouth to talk again, JongIn decides that he was to be stopped grabbing the other's head he pulls him in for another breathtaking kiss, trying not to think about the Pororo birthday cake from earlier. The squirming comes back and JongIn groans when ChanYeol glides cold fingers under his t-shirt caressing his hipbone. He gets turned on beyond his imagination, breaking the kiss to moan out loud. ChanYeol looks with curiosity at his younger lover's reaction to the caress, coming to an agreement with himself that he liked the pleasured expression, he crawls down from JongIn's lap and gets on his knees in front of the bed. Trembling hands reach out for the waistband of grey trainers, tugging on them JongIn lifts his hips just so that there was air enough so ChanYeol could be pull them off easily, though as soon as they are off his sex on legs persona falters as he remembers that he's wearing Crong boxers. Hiding his face with his hands he feels like burying himself as deep as possible. The tall rapper chuckles at the sight of his boyfriend curled up hiding, a big picture of the cartoon dinosaur splayed across the left buttock, the younger shoots him a halfassed glare when he hears the chuckle.
"Don't fucking laugh, it wasn't like I knew this was going to happen." ChanYeol just shakes his head, smilingly leaning in and before JongIn can protest lands a kiss on the picture. The dancer staring at him scandalized when he pecks his cheek.
"I think it's cute." A blush creeps up on the youngest face at the compliment and a little whine escapes his throat. He wasn't supposed to be like this, not when ChanYeol willingly gives up his virginity to him as a birthday gift.
"You're having another one of those angsty convo's in your head right now? Seriously JongIn be a little confident when I'm trying to give you a blow job." JongIn chokes on air from the last sentence, when did derp boy get this courage to say such things? ChanYeol stared at his boyfriend's face before returning to the task. The bulge had softened a bit but was still very noticeable in the tight boxers. ChanYeol somehow anticipated giving his first blow job wondering how JongIn would feel like on his tongue and how he tastes. It was so exciting for him and he almost jumps in the adrenaline rush he felt. Impatient hands reaches out and almost tears the boxers down, JongIn's breath hitches as the cold air hit his sensitive skin and flushes under ChanYeol's curious stare.
It is of average length, but thick, ChanYeol let out a happy squeal at the sight and claps his hands.
"I can't believe that I'm going to have that in my mouth soon. It's so, wow." JongIn wants to crawl into a big black hole and never come out again after that. Could ChanYeol make it any more awkward for him? Suddenly there was a hot breath lingering over his hard member and it made it harden even more.
"You smell quite funny down here but a good funny." ChanYeol beams at the cock in front him, tongue giving it an experimental lick.
"And you taste salty, I like it" He exclaims before engulfing the head sucking like JongIn had seen him do with lollipops and it feels really good. It is clear to JongIn that ChanYeol is inexperienced, especially by the way that his teeth scrapes a little too hard against the thin flesh, but he makes up for it by enthusiasm. He is humming in content from the heavy feeling on his tongue, taste buds going in overdrive from all the new inputs. ChanYeol explores the soon to be familiar flesh in his mouth with his tongue. It is a weird feeling, having another's dick in your mouth that is, but when he glances up at JongIn and sees the half lidded eyes and his plump lips parted in pure pleasure, he can't help at least feel a little proud of himself. He notices JongIn tensing and his panting becoming more like hiving for air, and let the member go with a pop. JongIn stops breathing for a second or two, when he catches his breath he glares at ChanYeol.
"Why did you fucking stop!? I was so close to coming." The younger hisses at the beaming boyman in front of him.
"I thought you wanted to come in me? I can continue on if it is?" ChanYeol says innocently, pointing at the other's crotch. JongIn freezes, this was just getting out of hand. ChanYeol begins to move downwards, opening his mouth. JongIn stops him When he's an inch above the destination.
"No it's okay, I want to. Yeah you know, what you said." he blushes and moves his hands to hide his face again.
"You want to come in me?" ChanYeol asks being completely obvious to the embarrassment JongIn is feeling at the moment. He receives a groan and a quick nod of black hair as answer.
"Just give me two seconds to brace myself and then we can do it" JongIn mutters into his hands. ChanYeol sneaks out of the kitty tights while JongIn prepares himself for the next part. He looks down at his erection, and then looks at JongIn's. His own is longer and thinner than JongIn's, he suddenly wonders how it would feel to have JongIn's mouth on it, his plump lips stretching a bit around it, his big brown eyes looking up at him with a sultry look. Without knowing he let out a moan from the mental image. That catches the dancer's attention, who looks up and the first thing his eyes meets with are the erection of his boyfriend. He let his eyes travel over the body in front, from the endless legs to the pretty face he loves. He swallows thickly, letting his eyelids get heavier until he get back in his sex on legs persona. Licking his lips he beckons the taller one closer, the other obediently standing closer to him. JongIn's hands take their time touching the light skin before him, how long had he wanted this? ChanYeol refused to do anything else than kissing before he turned legal and that had left JongIn a very horny teenager.
He easily maneuvers the older boy on the bed so he is lying under the younger.
"Do you have lube?" JongIn asks voice husky and tinged with lust. ChanYeol nods and reaches under the pillow, handing JongIn a little pink bottle.
"Cherry flavor?" ChanYeol turns a bright red, mumbling something about the only thing left small enough to hide and dammit had it been embarrassing to buy. JongIn chuckles while uncapping the bottle and pouring some out on his fingers, he nudges to the long legs trying to indicate that they should spread. The oldest automatically spreads, not seemingly embarrassed by the vulnerable position he was in. JongIn leans down and kisses ChanYeol while working his middle finger in through that tight muscle. Note to self: Don't kiss with tongue while prepping. JongIn thinks as ChanYeol's teeth clamps down on his tongue and suddenly he can taste something akin to copper in his mouth. His finger is being strangled and he wouldn't be able to pull it out even if he wanted to.
"That hurts, really, really hurts." ChanYeol says as soon as he breaks away from JongIn's mouth.
"I know. You have to relax, and then it will feel less uncomfortable. Plus if you keep on clenching like that my finger might be caught off." The youngest chuckles when he receives a glare for his comment. ChanYeol tries to relax and the blood once again streams to JongIn's finger.
"Do you even know what you are doing?" JongIn shakes his head at the question thrown his way.
"Nope, only imitating porn right now, though a lot softer." He let his free hand caress the milky white body beneath him, trying to distract the other from his moving finger and ChanYeol begins to squirm and giggles when the hand grazes his sides.
"Tickles. It tickles." The rapper let out a high pitched laugh, bordering to a screech.
JongIn seizes the chance and presses his ring finger in beside the middle. He watches out for ChanYeol's expressions and when he sees tears gathering in the corner of those beautiful doe eyes he quickly stills his hand.
It hurts, it's unbelievable. ChanYeol tries to will back the tears, but he knows JongIn saw them. He just want to pull out the fingers and curl up in a ball, but he couldn't. This is supposed to be a birthday present and JongIn is just there waiting, trying to ease the pain smothering him in kisses and his gentle hand stroking his skin.
"Do you want to stop? We don't have to continue if it hurts too much." ChanYeol clenches his teeth and shakes his head, they have to do this. It will hurt no matter how much they wait.
"No, I want to continue." He manages, his body slowly getting used to the fingers and starts to relax.
"Please, go on?" The tallest whimpers.
JongIn is determined to find that little spot that'll make ChanYeol hopefully moan in pleasure, his fingers sliding in and out, his eyes constantly aware of the other's facial expressions. His wrist starts to hurt and he swifts it, finding a little knob. Desperate to make the other feel good he rubs it.
ChanYeol sucks in a breath that had felt so good.
"More." He mutters, eyes opening to see JongIn with a proud smile and not long after the same feeling is repeated, over and over. He can feel his breath becoming more ragged and he hears his voice say unfamiliar sounds.
"Your voice is so beautiful when you moan." JongIn is leaning down over him, whispering in his ear. ChanYeol vaguely notes that JongIn's own voice sounds more breathy.
"It turns me on to see you like this, your face all flushed, eyes hooded and unfocused." While still abusing the prostate, JongIn pushes a third finger in.
ChanYeol can feel how the third finger stretches him even more, but the pleasure he is feeling gives him no room to tense or feel the pain. He begins to rock back to meet the fingers, wanting more friction.
"Nn- Jong-Ah. I need more." He pants, hands reaching out, grabbing the younger's shoulders.
Suddenly unsure of himself, JongIn stops all movements.
"Do you mean, you know?" A groan comes out of the elder’s mouth.
"Yes, goddammit. Put it in." He hisses.
JongIn pulls his fingers out, and reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting a good amount out in his hand. Giving his neglected member a quick slick, making sure it's covered.
"Are you ready?" He asks concerned, he doesn't want to do something the other isn't ready for.
He receives an annoyed nod. Positioning himself, he begins to push in slowly.
ChanYeol screams, it feels as if someone is trying to rip him apart from the inside out. It's indescribable the pain he's feeling. Without knowing, he begins clawing at JongIn's arms.
"I'm pulling out, this is hurting you." JongIn says, beginning to pull out from the most amazing feeling ever.
"No! Don't you fucking dare. You stay put and just let me get used to this." It's the first time ChanYeol had been that demanding, normally JongIn was the demanding one. The tone makes JongIn freeze and he tries to hold himself back from pounding into the tight heat surrounding his erection.
"You can move now, but be gentle." ChanYeol mutters after a few minutes of pure hell for JongIn. Hesitating a bit, the younger begins to move agonizingly slow.
"A bit faster, I would like to come tonight." ChanYeol drawls out, making JongIn mock frown and stick out his tongue in teasing, going even slower if possible.
"And I'm trying to absorb the most amazing feeling ever. Thank you very much." Suddenly everything feels less awkward and JongIn realizes that even though they're having sex, they are still the same. They can throw sarcastic comments at each other, while still enjoying it all. He picks up his pace adjusting so he's completely comfortable. ChanYeol's beneath him, eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. JongIn has never seen him so beautiful, he almost stops to admire the flushed cheeks contrasting the usual milky white skin. He leans down and kisses the tip of the elder’s nose, smiling as he continues to roll his hips in the best way he knew, hoping the other felt pleasure from it.
ChanYeol opens his eyes and they are glazed over, almost unfocused. He throws a lazy smile at JongIn, lifting his head indicating that he wants a kiss. His boyfriend complies, and it's a slow satisfied kiss because ChanYeol is no longer in pain, so JongIn can fully enjoy himself. He swifts a bit and ChanYeol moans loudly. JongIn knows he found the place, he keeps aiming for it. Not long after the walls surrounding him tightens and ChanYeol's pants become shorter and more hurried.
"Are you about to come?" The youngest asks almost concerned for odd reason. ChanYeol smiles blissfully, lost in the pleasure, his back arching to a beautiful bow when he comes between them. JongIn follows shortly after, the tightening and it being his first time makes him loose control faster than he wanted. He pulls back, but ChanYeol clenches his walls and makes sure that JongIn comes in him.
"Why'd you do that?" He asks as he collapses down on the taller frame. He heard one could get diarrhea if someone came in you, he really hopes that doesn't happen. At least ChanYeol couldn't get pregnant.
"You said you wanted to come in me. I wanted you to." The other mumbles, hair muffled by the dancer's hair. ChanYeol lets his arms snake around the other's waist and he snuggles closer. It's as if he wants them to mold together to one person. JongIn blushes hard, sometimes the other was too blunt about certain things.
"It's kinda like you marked me as yours right?" ChanYeol laughs almost soundless, it's warms JongIn's heart and he feels safe in the other's embrace.
"Yeah, it kinda is." They lock eyes, and as if they've been drugged start laughing. To them the situation feels strange and unfamiliar in the most comfortable way possible.
"I want a shower. It's sticky." ChanYeol snorts, when JongIn makes a disgusted face but agrees none the less. He is happy that he chose this birthday present for the younger. Next time it won't hurt as much hopefully.
Length: 2,653 w
Fandom/Characters: ChanYeol/Kai (EXO)
Author: theblobmaster
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Awkwardness. A lot of awkwardness. It's crack fluff smut?
Disclaimer: I own my plot and nothing more.
Summary: ChanYeol's birthday present to his boyfriend is sex. It's kinda awkward, but sweet.
Authors Note: This is the sequel to my oneshot The Awkwardness of Striptease. I hope it's good? Everything except the ending is written on my phone, but it should be alright. Please do say if there's something weird about it. Comment pwease? /Throws cookies at you all.
JongIn let out a bright smile as ChanYeol rubs their noses together, smiling a soft smile for once.
"You have such a beautiful smile Jong-Ah, I could stare at it all day." The beautiful smile falls into a dangerous alluring one instead and ChanYeol gulps because he kinda forgot that JongIn could be sex on legs when he wanted.
"I have a better suggestion than that." He attaches his lips to the taller's in a hungry kiss and slowly eases the soft lips apart with small licks and bites to them. As soon as he gets permission he let his tongue explore familiar territory inviting the other's to a slow dance. His pants start to tighten as ChanYeol's habit with squirming while kissing kicks in. After what seems too short they part for air.
"Did your mom bake that really, really awesome birthday cake she baked last time? Because you taste like it and I hope you brought a piece back for me, it's unfair if I don't get any" JongIn couldn't believe ChanYeol would bring that up now and how did he even manage to talk? Noticing that the happy virus was opening his mouth to talk again, JongIn decides that he was to be stopped grabbing the other's head he pulls him in for another breathtaking kiss, trying not to think about the Pororo birthday cake from earlier. The squirming comes back and JongIn groans when ChanYeol glides cold fingers under his t-shirt caressing his hipbone. He gets turned on beyond his imagination, breaking the kiss to moan out loud. ChanYeol looks with curiosity at his younger lover's reaction to the caress, coming to an agreement with himself that he liked the pleasured expression, he crawls down from JongIn's lap and gets on his knees in front of the bed. Trembling hands reach out for the waistband of grey trainers, tugging on them JongIn lifts his hips just so that there was air enough so ChanYeol could be pull them off easily, though as soon as they are off his sex on legs persona falters as he remembers that he's wearing Crong boxers. Hiding his face with his hands he feels like burying himself as deep as possible. The tall rapper chuckles at the sight of his boyfriend curled up hiding, a big picture of the cartoon dinosaur splayed across the left buttock, the younger shoots him a halfassed glare when he hears the chuckle.
"Don't fucking laugh, it wasn't like I knew this was going to happen." ChanYeol just shakes his head, smilingly leaning in and before JongIn can protest lands a kiss on the picture. The dancer staring at him scandalized when he pecks his cheek.
"I think it's cute." A blush creeps up on the youngest face at the compliment and a little whine escapes his throat. He wasn't supposed to be like this, not when ChanYeol willingly gives up his virginity to him as a birthday gift.
"You're having another one of those angsty convo's in your head right now? Seriously JongIn be a little confident when I'm trying to give you a blow job." JongIn chokes on air from the last sentence, when did derp boy get this courage to say such things? ChanYeol stared at his boyfriend's face before returning to the task. The bulge had softened a bit but was still very noticeable in the tight boxers. ChanYeol somehow anticipated giving his first blow job wondering how JongIn would feel like on his tongue and how he tastes. It was so exciting for him and he almost jumps in the adrenaline rush he felt. Impatient hands reaches out and almost tears the boxers down, JongIn's breath hitches as the cold air hit his sensitive skin and flushes under ChanYeol's curious stare.
It is of average length, but thick, ChanYeol let out a happy squeal at the sight and claps his hands.
"I can't believe that I'm going to have that in my mouth soon. It's so, wow." JongIn wants to crawl into a big black hole and never come out again after that. Could ChanYeol make it any more awkward for him? Suddenly there was a hot breath lingering over his hard member and it made it harden even more.
"You smell quite funny down here but a good funny." ChanYeol beams at the cock in front him, tongue giving it an experimental lick.
"And you taste salty, I like it" He exclaims before engulfing the head sucking like JongIn had seen him do with lollipops and it feels really good. It is clear to JongIn that ChanYeol is inexperienced, especially by the way that his teeth scrapes a little too hard against the thin flesh, but he makes up for it by enthusiasm. He is humming in content from the heavy feeling on his tongue, taste buds going in overdrive from all the new inputs. ChanYeol explores the soon to be familiar flesh in his mouth with his tongue. It is a weird feeling, having another's dick in your mouth that is, but when he glances up at JongIn and sees the half lidded eyes and his plump lips parted in pure pleasure, he can't help at least feel a little proud of himself. He notices JongIn tensing and his panting becoming more like hiving for air, and let the member go with a pop. JongIn stops breathing for a second or two, when he catches his breath he glares at ChanYeol.
"Why did you fucking stop!? I was so close to coming." The younger hisses at the beaming boyman in front of him.
"I thought you wanted to come in me? I can continue on if it is?" ChanYeol says innocently, pointing at the other's crotch. JongIn freezes, this was just getting out of hand. ChanYeol begins to move downwards, opening his mouth. JongIn stops him When he's an inch above the destination.
"No it's okay, I want to. Yeah you know, what you said." he blushes and moves his hands to hide his face again.
"You want to come in me?" ChanYeol asks being completely obvious to the embarrassment JongIn is feeling at the moment. He receives a groan and a quick nod of black hair as answer.
"Just give me two seconds to brace myself and then we can do it" JongIn mutters into his hands. ChanYeol sneaks out of the kitty tights while JongIn prepares himself for the next part. He looks down at his erection, and then looks at JongIn's. His own is longer and thinner than JongIn's, he suddenly wonders how it would feel to have JongIn's mouth on it, his plump lips stretching a bit around it, his big brown eyes looking up at him with a sultry look. Without knowing he let out a moan from the mental image. That catches the dancer's attention, who looks up and the first thing his eyes meets with are the erection of his boyfriend. He let his eyes travel over the body in front, from the endless legs to the pretty face he loves. He swallows thickly, letting his eyelids get heavier until he get back in his sex on legs persona. Licking his lips he beckons the taller one closer, the other obediently standing closer to him. JongIn's hands take their time touching the light skin before him, how long had he wanted this? ChanYeol refused to do anything else than kissing before he turned legal and that had left JongIn a very horny teenager.
He easily maneuvers the older boy on the bed so he is lying under the younger.
"Do you have lube?" JongIn asks voice husky and tinged with lust. ChanYeol nods and reaches under the pillow, handing JongIn a little pink bottle.
"Cherry flavor?" ChanYeol turns a bright red, mumbling something about the only thing left small enough to hide and dammit had it been embarrassing to buy. JongIn chuckles while uncapping the bottle and pouring some out on his fingers, he nudges to the long legs trying to indicate that they should spread. The oldest automatically spreads, not seemingly embarrassed by the vulnerable position he was in. JongIn leans down and kisses ChanYeol while working his middle finger in through that tight muscle. Note to self: Don't kiss with tongue while prepping. JongIn thinks as ChanYeol's teeth clamps down on his tongue and suddenly he can taste something akin to copper in his mouth. His finger is being strangled and he wouldn't be able to pull it out even if he wanted to.
"That hurts, really, really hurts." ChanYeol says as soon as he breaks away from JongIn's mouth.
"I know. You have to relax, and then it will feel less uncomfortable. Plus if you keep on clenching like that my finger might be caught off." The youngest chuckles when he receives a glare for his comment. ChanYeol tries to relax and the blood once again streams to JongIn's finger.
"Do you even know what you are doing?" JongIn shakes his head at the question thrown his way.
"Nope, only imitating porn right now, though a lot softer." He let his free hand caress the milky white body beneath him, trying to distract the other from his moving finger and ChanYeol begins to squirm and giggles when the hand grazes his sides.
"Tickles. It tickles." The rapper let out a high pitched laugh, bordering to a screech.
JongIn seizes the chance and presses his ring finger in beside the middle. He watches out for ChanYeol's expressions and when he sees tears gathering in the corner of those beautiful doe eyes he quickly stills his hand.
It hurts, it's unbelievable. ChanYeol tries to will back the tears, but he knows JongIn saw them. He just want to pull out the fingers and curl up in a ball, but he couldn't. This is supposed to be a birthday present and JongIn is just there waiting, trying to ease the pain smothering him in kisses and his gentle hand stroking his skin.
"Do you want to stop? We don't have to continue if it hurts too much." ChanYeol clenches his teeth and shakes his head, they have to do this. It will hurt no matter how much they wait.
"No, I want to continue." He manages, his body slowly getting used to the fingers and starts to relax.
"Please, go on?" The tallest whimpers.
JongIn is determined to find that little spot that'll make ChanYeol hopefully moan in pleasure, his fingers sliding in and out, his eyes constantly aware of the other's facial expressions. His wrist starts to hurt and he swifts it, finding a little knob. Desperate to make the other feel good he rubs it.
ChanYeol sucks in a breath that had felt so good.
"More." He mutters, eyes opening to see JongIn with a proud smile and not long after the same feeling is repeated, over and over. He can feel his breath becoming more ragged and he hears his voice say unfamiliar sounds.
"Your voice is so beautiful when you moan." JongIn is leaning down over him, whispering in his ear. ChanYeol vaguely notes that JongIn's own voice sounds more breathy.
"It turns me on to see you like this, your face all flushed, eyes hooded and unfocused." While still abusing the prostate, JongIn pushes a third finger in.
ChanYeol can feel how the third finger stretches him even more, but the pleasure he is feeling gives him no room to tense or feel the pain. He begins to rock back to meet the fingers, wanting more friction.
"Nn- Jong-Ah. I need more." He pants, hands reaching out, grabbing the younger's shoulders.
Suddenly unsure of himself, JongIn stops all movements.
"Do you mean, you know?" A groan comes out of the elder’s mouth.
"Yes, goddammit. Put it in." He hisses.
JongIn pulls his fingers out, and reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting a good amount out in his hand. Giving his neglected member a quick slick, making sure it's covered.
"Are you ready?" He asks concerned, he doesn't want to do something the other isn't ready for.
He receives an annoyed nod. Positioning himself, he begins to push in slowly.
ChanYeol screams, it feels as if someone is trying to rip him apart from the inside out. It's indescribable the pain he's feeling. Without knowing, he begins clawing at JongIn's arms.
"I'm pulling out, this is hurting you." JongIn says, beginning to pull out from the most amazing feeling ever.
"No! Don't you fucking dare. You stay put and just let me get used to this." It's the first time ChanYeol had been that demanding, normally JongIn was the demanding one. The tone makes JongIn freeze and he tries to hold himself back from pounding into the tight heat surrounding his erection.
"You can move now, but be gentle." ChanYeol mutters after a few minutes of pure hell for JongIn. Hesitating a bit, the younger begins to move agonizingly slow.
"A bit faster, I would like to come tonight." ChanYeol drawls out, making JongIn mock frown and stick out his tongue in teasing, going even slower if possible.
"And I'm trying to absorb the most amazing feeling ever. Thank you very much." Suddenly everything feels less awkward and JongIn realizes that even though they're having sex, they are still the same. They can throw sarcastic comments at each other, while still enjoying it all. He picks up his pace adjusting so he's completely comfortable. ChanYeol's beneath him, eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. JongIn has never seen him so beautiful, he almost stops to admire the flushed cheeks contrasting the usual milky white skin. He leans down and kisses the tip of the elder’s nose, smiling as he continues to roll his hips in the best way he knew, hoping the other felt pleasure from it.
ChanYeol opens his eyes and they are glazed over, almost unfocused. He throws a lazy smile at JongIn, lifting his head indicating that he wants a kiss. His boyfriend complies, and it's a slow satisfied kiss because ChanYeol is no longer in pain, so JongIn can fully enjoy himself. He swifts a bit and ChanYeol moans loudly. JongIn knows he found the place, he keeps aiming for it. Not long after the walls surrounding him tightens and ChanYeol's pants become shorter and more hurried.
"Are you about to come?" The youngest asks almost concerned for odd reason. ChanYeol smiles blissfully, lost in the pleasure, his back arching to a beautiful bow when he comes between them. JongIn follows shortly after, the tightening and it being his first time makes him loose control faster than he wanted. He pulls back, but ChanYeol clenches his walls and makes sure that JongIn comes in him.
"Why'd you do that?" He asks as he collapses down on the taller frame. He heard one could get diarrhea if someone came in you, he really hopes that doesn't happen. At least ChanYeol couldn't get pregnant.
"You said you wanted to come in me. I wanted you to." The other mumbles, hair muffled by the dancer's hair. ChanYeol lets his arms snake around the other's waist and he snuggles closer. It's as if he wants them to mold together to one person. JongIn blushes hard, sometimes the other was too blunt about certain things.
"It's kinda like you marked me as yours right?" ChanYeol laughs almost soundless, it's warms JongIn's heart and he feels safe in the other's embrace.
"Yeah, it kinda is." They lock eyes, and as if they've been drugged start laughing. To them the situation feels strange and unfamiliar in the most comfortable way possible.
"I want a shower. It's sticky." ChanYeol snorts, when JongIn makes a disgusted face but agrees none the less. He is happy that he chose this birthday present for the younger. Next time it won't hurt as much hopefully.