Durian
Baekhyun/chanyeol
NC-17
Warning: Slight pain play
Summary: Chanyeol gets shampoo in his eye and Baekhyun helps him out
Warm water washes over Chanyeol as he listens to Baekhyun idly chatter from his perch on the toilet. The soft fall of the water and raspy timber of Baekhyun’s voice lull him into a relaxed state as his mind goes blank and he finishes lathering his body, the scent of mango heavy in the air. He grunts occasionally, if only to acknowledge the other man as the actual words lost in his shower induced haze. A contented sigh, and he is rinsing the suds away, watching as the slightly dingy water swirls down the drain, carrying the dirt from his day with it.
Chanyeol has his shower routine down to a ten minute science: body, hair, face, and done. However, on days when Baekhyun can spare some time to sit and talk, he tends to take more time, wanting to linger in the company of the smaller male. Reaching for the shampoo, he forms a puddle in his hand and brings it to his hair, beginning to work it in. His relaxed state causes him to misjudge the tilt of his head and shampoo slides down into his right eye.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol whimpers, the sting immediate and sharp. He squeezes his eye shut but the action only sends a familiar pang through his body.
He feels his dick begin to stir and stands frozen as Baekhyun’s story halts and he hops off the toilet, edging closer in concern. “Are you okay? Does it sting? Need help wa-” Baekhyun interrupts his own rapid fire questions, “Chanyeol...did you just start to get a boner? Oh my god, is it because of the shampoo?” Chanyeol weighs his options and considers coming up with an excuse, but he knows anything he offers in way of explanation will come out feeble. Instead he shrugs, deciding honesty is the best policy.
“Wow,” Baekhyun says appraising him, “That’s really fucking hot. Want me to lick it clean?”
“W-what?” Chanyeol breathes out, his cock giving a twitch.
“Nah, I’m just kidding. I don’t think it’s good to ingest shampoo,” Baekhyun laughs as he begins removing his own clothes. He steps into the spray and nudges Chanyeol into the corner of the shower. “we could fuck around with it though,” he whispers, pressing a finger to Chanyeol’s stomach, tracing the soft hair that runs down his navel. Chanyeol hums in desire as the slender digit begins drawing patterns over the smooth skin. With his other hand, Baekhyun reaches for the black shampoo bottle, pouring even more on his already soaped up head. Chanyeol tilts his head forward and allows the the pearly liquid to run down into both eyes, squeaking slightly and slamming them shut on contact. His stomach muscles spasm and he throws his head back on instinct.
“Good boy,” Baekhyun praises, hand coming down to wrap around his dick. Chanyeol has to remind himself to breathe as he savors the sting in his eyes and the gently moving pressure on his dick. Baekhyun mouthes at his neck and everything becomes too much, too quickly. His long legs begin to tremble as he feels himself rapidly nearing the edge. Baekhyun chooses this moment to pull away and step out of the shower.
Chanyeol is left standing in confusion, dick painfully hard, eyes still tightly shut as Baekhyun hops out, running out the door. He stands there gaping like a fish, unwilling to try opening his eyes just yet. Baekhyun’s back in a flash, however, and he giggles as he jumps back in, shivering. “Lube~” He singsongs, popping the cap and nudging Chanyeol to turn around. Chanyeol leans forward and gasps as he shoves in a finger-up to the knuckle-with no warning. “Hey baek?” he chokes out, “I know I have shampoo in my eye and all but can we take this a little more delicately? Especially since I have shampoo in my eye?”
He complies, but only after he tells the taller man to just shut up and enjoy himself. Baekhyun’s hand pumps in and out of his slowly relaxing hole and he watches in admiration as water runs in rivulets down the muscles of Chanyeol’s back. Chanyeol feels as though time has stopped and he’s never known anything but the delicious feeling of baekhyun’s fingers working him open and the pain that’s still going straight to his dick. After an eternity, he feels his muscles begin to flutter again as pleasure builds and the fingers withdraw. The head of Baekhyun’s cock touches his hole and stays there until the twitching subsides and then he’s slamming in with one swift stroke.
Chanyeol’s eyes fly open before they immediately close again and they stand there, letting the tepid water rain down on them. After a while, he gives an experimental wiggle with his ass and Baekhyun takes this as his cue to start slowly rolling his hips, picking up the pace until the sound of skin slapping is echoing through the bathroom. Chanyeol gasps as a hand comes up to grip his slippery locks, pulling his head back until he’s facing the ceiling. He feels his orgasm building for a third time, senses amplified by the lack of vision, and brings his hand down to grip his erection. Before he can get in more than a couple pumps, Baekhyun tugs at his arm with a panted out, “Let’s try it without you touching yourself.”
A deep moan rumbles through Chanyeol’s body as he unlatches his hand and feels the shorter male begin striking at different angles until he finds the right one. Chanyeol’s keen alerts him of his success and he slows down, pushing in more deliberately. By now, his tears have pushed all of the shampoo out and he opens his blurry eyes as cries fall from his mouth. Baekhyun leans forward, pressing his small chest to Chanyeol’s back, and begins sucking at a spot just behind his ear. Chanyeol shudders violently and he paints the tiles as he orgasms, his muscles clenching. Baekhyun continues to pump into him, picking up the pace again, chasing his own release. Chanyeol’s thighs tremble and he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand as Baekhyun pounds into his spent body. He purposely clenches his ass to aid the process and is rewarded with a growl and warmth filling his insides.
They stand there panting, feeling goosebumps erupt over their flesh as they take in the now cold water falling upon them. Baekhyun finally pulls out once he’s had a chance to come down a little and turns Chanyeol around before leaning up to give him a peck on his nose. Chanyeol tries to find words to express the feeling blooming in his chest, but settles on swooping down to lock their lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Baekhyun’s the one who eventually breaks it, laughing as he shivers, “I know, I’m the best. Now lets get you rinsed off so we can get out. I’m cold.”
Later, they’re curled up on the couch, one arm slung over Baekhyun in Chanyeol’s slightly oversized illionaire hoodie. Chanyeol’s eyes are red, but properly rinsed out, and they gaze at Baekhyun as he turns to him with a shit eating grin on his face. “I think we should buy some of that ‘no more’ tears stuff for next time. I heard that shit actually stings like a bitch. Or hey, you should let me cum in your eye.”
“Baek, you’re not putting cum in my eye.”
“Oh okay, you’ll put it in your mouth but not in your eye. What kind of messed up logic is that?”
Chanyeol just sighs, leaning back and closing his irritated eyes. He listens as Baekhyun barrels along, jumping from one topic to the next and just savors his existence.