This is the first thing I've written for kpop as a whole, I hope its ok! It's Chen/Chanyeol.
(1/2)
They never ever have enough private time, but it doesn't take much to get Chanyeol going and Jongdae's got enough self control that he can speed things along if he wants to. Right now though, he wants keep on listening to Chanyeol trying to catch his breath in between Jongdae's savage thrusts, his eyes teary, and spit shining on his chin and lips.
"You're doing so well, Yeollie," Jongdae hisses, running his thumbs along the tender skin hidden behind Chanyeol's ears. He huffs a little with amusement, as the praise makes Chanyeol moan back at him, redouble his efforts.
Easy, so easy, a kind word, a little encouragement and it feels like he could get Chanyeol to do anything he wanted.
He thinks about it sometimes, how far they could go, how far he could go with Chanyeol. They don't normally do anything other then rushed handjobs in the shower, or rubbing against each other in dark corners after shows.
Getting Chanyeol on his knees like this was a luxury in comparison, and still they were both mostly clothed, Chanyeol's tight jeans and briefs pulled down and bunching uncomfortably around his knees, his cock bobbing slightly but untouched.
Jongdae had just barely unbuttoned his fly enough to pull his own cock out, and it was sort of hot, in its own way, but god, he'd been dreaming about naked skin on skin. He wants to push Chanyeol down hard enough for it to brush, hold those stupidly long legs apart and fuck him until he screams himself hoarse.
Goofy, eager to please Chanyeol just begging him for more and more, and he could tease him as long as they both could bear it, slapping a palm over Chanyeol's too loud mouth to try and muffle the wails. He knows Chanyeol can't shut up at the best of times, but he's craving it, wants to know so badly what it'd be like to have him sobbing as Jongdae ruined him.
Chanyeol's breathing is kind of stuttering and he's pulling back unconsciously as Jongdae's movements have sped up. Jongdae's so close, so very close, and as he tries to get a tighter grip on Chanyeol's jaw, he loses his footing, stumbling back half a step.
His cock slips out of Chanyeol's swollen lips with an audible pop!, and Chanyeol's comically surprised face, eyes slightly crossing as he stretches out his tongue, trying to chase it back inside the warm, open cavern of his mouth just destroys Jongdae's fragile sense of self control.
He's coming, hot and fast, painting Chanyeol's cheeks and nose, barely missing his eyes. Chanyeol makes a noise that could only be described as a squeal, and Jongdae, panting, and feeling light headed and a little guilty for not asking if that was ok, looks down at Chanyeol's lap, at the semen now splattering his stomach, catching the edge of his t shirt.
Chanyeol's blushing hard and fast, the red spreading down his throat and up to his ears. Jongdae can't keep the grin off his face. This is new, and so so good. He kneels down in front of Chanyeol, and when the other boy won't face him, jams a hand in his hair, yanking his face back to the front. He rests his forehead against Chanyeol's and Chanyeol's sort of shivering, with nervous energy.
"Chanyeol, did you just come because I jerked it all over your face?" Jongdae asks brightly, and Chanyeol makes a noise deep in his throat that's somewhere between a moan and a plea.
"Don't laugh at me," he eventually mumbles, and then glares, as Jongdae ignores that, giggling gleefully. Chanyeol wants to say more, but Jongdae moves in faster, kisses him roughly, flicking his tongue into Chanyeol's sore lips. Chanyeol returns the kiss instantly, like he always does.
Jongdae pulls away, and he's still smiling. Chanyeol's blush has yet to receed, and the pink of his cheeks is so pretty, thinks Jongdae. He wants to see what they'll look like roughened by tear tracks.
"We can work with this, Chanyeol, it's hot, you were so good," he whispers and delights in the way that Chanyeol jerks instinctively closer to him. He has to kiss him again, chasing the lingering taste of himself along the inside ridges of Chanyeol's cheeks.
"I didn't know I liked that," Chanyeol admits, looking down again as Jongdae stands up, and then pulls Chanyeol upright. Jongdae laughs again, he's so pleased with this whole situation. This time, Chanyeol grins along with him, reassured that Jongdae likes it, likes him, likes whatever weirdness this is.
"Ahh, Yeollie we're gonna have so much fun!" Jongdae crows, as they get themselves together and Chanyeol cleans his face off into a tissue he'd had stuffed into his back pocket. Chanyeol beams, blush coming back a little stronger when he registers just how hungry the expression is on Jongdae's face.
They walk out of the small dusty storeroom together, Chanyeol with a companionable arm slung around Jongdae's shoulders, and Jongdae with his thumb tucked into one of the belt loops of Chanyeol's jeans.
not OP BUT SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CHENYEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
oh man that's so fucking cute and hot... i love that neither of them really went in aiming for that either, that it just happened by accident on both their parts and they loved it. yaaaaaassssssssss
(1/2)
They never ever have enough private time, but it doesn't take much to get Chanyeol going and Jongdae's got enough self control that he can speed things along if he wants to. Right now though, he wants keep on listening to Chanyeol trying to catch his breath in between Jongdae's savage thrusts, his eyes teary, and spit shining on his chin and lips.
"You're doing so well, Yeollie," Jongdae hisses, running his thumbs along the tender skin hidden behind Chanyeol's ears. He huffs a little with amusement, as the praise makes Chanyeol moan back at him, redouble his efforts.
Easy, so easy, a kind word, a little encouragement and it feels like he could get Chanyeol to do anything he wanted.
He thinks about it sometimes, how far they could go, how far he could go with Chanyeol. They don't normally do anything other then rushed handjobs in the shower, or rubbing against each other in dark corners after shows.
Getting Chanyeol on his knees like this was a luxury in comparison, and still they were both mostly clothed, Chanyeol's tight jeans and briefs pulled down and bunching uncomfortably around his knees, his cock bobbing slightly but untouched.
Jongdae had just barely unbuttoned his fly enough to pull his own cock out, and it was sort of hot, in its own way, but god, he'd been dreaming about naked skin on skin. He wants to push Chanyeol down hard enough for it to brush, hold those stupidly long legs apart and fuck him until he screams himself hoarse.
Goofy, eager to please Chanyeol just begging him for more and more, and he could tease him as long as they both could bear it, slapping a palm over Chanyeol's too loud mouth to try and muffle the wails. He knows Chanyeol can't shut up at the best of times, but he's craving it, wants to know so badly what it'd be like to have him sobbing as Jongdae ruined him.
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Chanyeol's breathing is kind of stuttering and he's pulling back unconsciously as Jongdae's movements have sped up. Jongdae's so close, so very close, and as he tries to get a tighter grip on Chanyeol's jaw, he loses his footing, stumbling back half a step.
His cock slips out of Chanyeol's swollen lips with an audible pop!, and Chanyeol's comically surprised face, eyes slightly crossing as he stretches out his tongue, trying to chase it back inside the warm, open cavern of his mouth just destroys Jongdae's fragile sense of self control.
He's coming, hot and fast, painting Chanyeol's cheeks and nose, barely missing his eyes. Chanyeol makes a noise that could only be described as a squeal, and Jongdae, panting, and feeling light headed and a little guilty for not asking if that was ok, looks down at Chanyeol's lap, at the semen now splattering his stomach, catching the edge of his t shirt.
Chanyeol's blushing hard and fast, the red spreading down his throat and up to his ears. Jongdae can't keep the grin off his face. This is new, and so so good. He kneels down in front of Chanyeol, and when the other boy won't face him, jams a hand in his hair, yanking his face back to the front. He rests his forehead against Chanyeol's and Chanyeol's sort of shivering, with nervous energy.
"Chanyeol, did you just come because I jerked it all over your face?" Jongdae asks brightly, and Chanyeol makes a noise deep in his throat that's somewhere between a moan and a plea.
"Don't laugh at me," he eventually mumbles, and then glares, as Jongdae ignores that, giggling gleefully. Chanyeol wants to say more, but Jongdae moves in faster, kisses him roughly, flicking his tongue into Chanyeol's sore lips. Chanyeol returns the kiss instantly, like he always does.
Jongdae pulls away, and he's still smiling. Chanyeol's blush has yet to receed, and the pink of his cheeks is so pretty, thinks Jongdae. He wants to see what they'll look like roughened by tear tracks.
"We can work with this, Chanyeol, it's hot, you were so good," he whispers and delights in the way that Chanyeol jerks instinctively closer to him. He has to kiss him again, chasing the lingering taste of himself along the inside ridges of Chanyeol's cheeks.
"I didn't know I liked that," Chanyeol admits, looking down again as Jongdae stands up, and then pulls Chanyeol upright. Jongdae laughs again, he's so pleased with this whole situation. This time, Chanyeol grins along with him, reassured that Jongdae likes it, likes him, likes whatever weirdness this is.
"Ahh, Yeollie we're gonna have so much fun!" Jongdae crows, as they get themselves together and Chanyeol cleans his face off into a tissue he'd had stuffed into his back pocket. Chanyeol beams, blush coming back a little stronger when he registers just how hungry the expression is on Jongdae's face.
They walk out of the small dusty storeroom together, Chanyeol with a companionable arm slung around Jongdae's shoulders, and Jongdae with his thumb tucked into one of the belt loops of Chanyeol's jeans.
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