IT'S A CINCH (BUT WITH A SLIGHT PINCH) for YAMTENDRILS
For: yamtendrils
Title: It’s A Cinch (But With A Slight Pinch)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen
Word Count: ~5000w
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chanyeol really needs to re-evaluate his life choices and start making Proper Adult Decisions. Then perhaps stuff won’t come back to kick his ass. Jesus fucking Christ.
Warnings: sex, piercing play, swearing, barebacking.
Author’s Note: my dear recipient ♥ thank you for the prompts, and for giving me the opportunity to write something different! i hope you enjoy~
Chanyeol really needs to re-evaluate his life choices and start making Proper Adult Decisions.
Then, perhaps, stuff won’t come back to kick his ass. Jesus fucking Christ.
It all starts with a simple game of truth or dare. Basic, right? Wrong. Oh god it’s so fucking wrong because when you put a group of guys together and they begin to play a fucked up version of spin the bottle-using one of the bottles they got pissed drunk with-well, then. Shit’s about to go down.
“Truth, or dare?” a giggling Luhan asks Baekhyun when the bottle lands on him. The Chinese male is leaning heavily on Minseok, who’s desperately trying to hold up a sober front, but he’s not fooling anyone with that pink flush spread on his cheeks.
Baekhyun, in response to Luhan’s question, puffs out his chest. Chanyeol rolls his eyes so hard at this, they nearly do a three-sixty. Baekhyun literally looks like an inflamed parrot.
“Dare.” Oh, an inflamed, bold parrot.
Luhan scrutinizes him, but it’s mostly because he’s so fucking drunk, he probably can’t see Baekhyun clearly. “Go and eat four raw eggs.”
Everyone around them groans and Chanyeol deflates as Baekhyun gets up with a pshaww, that’s easy. Hell yeah it’s easy. Luhan should have dared him to get his legs waxed or something just as painful. Chanyeol knows this from experience-it’s a long story, don’t ask.
He looks around the wall into the kitchen to watch Baekhyun crack four raw eggs into the class. The small male then saunters back into the living room where they have their game set up amongst a sea of food wrappers and empty beer cans, before he gives Luhan a shit-eating grin.
“Chug it all down in one go,” is what Luhan says in reply to Baekhyun’s overly-smug look. The latter shrugs, smirk still on his face. He takes a deep breath and it seems like the rest of the room takes a collective deep breath with him-and then he starts to drink.
It has to taste bad; Chanyeol acknowledges that much. He can also tell but the way Baekhyun’s scrunching up his nose that the shorter man is probably regretting this right now. Chanyeol guesses that raw egg doesn’t taste too good with beer.
It doesn’t matter now because Baekhyun’s officially chugged the whole damn thing down with a wince and Zitao lets out a drunken cheer at his side. Baekhyun puts the glass down in front of him and smacks his lips, causing Kyungsoo to lean back with a disgusted look on his face.
It’s Baekhyun’s turn to spin the bottle again and Chanyeol watches as it slows before landing on Minseok. The man sighs, completely put upon as Baekhyun asks him, “Truth, or dare?”
“Truth,” his reply is resolute.
“Has Luhan ever given you a blowjo-”
Luhan goes tumbling down with a shriek as Minseok, his personal wall, launches at Baekhyun, who cuts off with a strangled scream. Chanyeol sighs.
They spin the bottle a couple more times until Chanyeol had to admit that he once had a crush on Kyungsoo (“it was only like, for a week”), before the tall male spins the bottle again and it lands on Jongdae. Oh. For someone so loud, he’s been suspiciously quiet for the whole evening but Chanyeol knows that he’s had at least four bottles of beer tonight-not that he’s keeping constant tabs on Jongdae, or anything.
The man, when Chanyeol gets a good look at him, doesn’t even have a pink hue to his cheeks; however is eyes are a little glazed over, but then again, that could also be because of Sehun’s dared strip tease earlier on. It doesn’t matter because when Chanyeol’s casually asking Jongdae if he wants a truth or a dare, his eyes darken and he suddenly looks at Chanyeol with a stare so intense and a smirk so condescending, Chanyeol cannot help but immediately rise to the challenge. His shoulders straighten and he meets Jongdae’s gaze head on, his grin barely a snarl.
The other members must sense the sudden tension in the atmosphere, because most of them (those that are not drunk enough to) shift in their places.
“Dare,” Jongdae says, smooth and cool.
And damn if Chanyeol ever backs own from a challenge like that. He’s been told that he’s too enthusiastic, always trying to make a competition out of everything-but Chanyeol doesn’t care because that’s where the fun’s at and Chanyeol is not about to let this go.
His mind gleefully flashes to different types of scenarios, each one crazier than the next. The dice are in his hands and Chanyeol feels like he’s currently holding all the power in the world. This is the moment; he needs to come up with something great, something bizarre, and most of all, something Jongdae will never be able to do because there has been one time too many where the older man has made Chanyeol feel like a fool. And now, it’s payback time.
Licking his lips, Chanyeol meets Jongdae’s steely gaze and replies, “I dare you, Kim Jongdae, to get a crazy piercing before this year ends.”
The next morning is early, all the members rising out of bed like the dead with their mouths tasting like ass and their heads spinning faster than a disco ball on cocaine. Chanyeol feels as if his drum kit has crash landed into his skull because of the way his mind is currently thumping. Everything’s too bright and Chanyeol would totally laugh at the way Baekhyun slips and falls onto his face as he tries to exit their shared bedroom, but laughing currently hurts his brain too much.
EXO-M has to fly out later on today and they’re going to be late if Zitao doesn’t stop puking into the toilet. Yixing is surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) the person who handles his hangover the best, and so he’s making his special Chinese herbal hangover remedy in the kitchen while Junmyeun sits with his face planted on the cool marble counter top wailing on about his life’s regrets.
No one really cares, but talking requires too much energy and causes too much pain right now.
Chanyeol brushes his teeth and washes the grime from his face before visibly flinching when he resurfaces to look into the mirror. Dear god, he looks like shit. The whites of his eyes are actually red, and the eye-bags underneath his eyes are bruised, looking more like eye-suitcases. His skin is actually sickly pale and oh dear god, the coordi-noonas are going to kill him.
Chanyeol’s life crisis is broken by Jongdae stumbling into the bathroom. He’s freshly showered and smelling good - the scent of his body scrub surprisingly not strong enough to make Chanyeol feel like retching. He also looks worse for wear, but not as bad as a pre-shower-post-hangover Chanyeol. Said man watches as Jongdae gathers up his toiletries, putting them in his travel bag and tries not to think too hard about the fact that Jongdae keeps his stuff right next to his own.
The sight of the travel bag that Chanyeol had gifted him last year causes the former’s heart to sink a bit. It sucks that EXO has to separate again, after nearly a year of promotion together. But Chanyeol supposes he can’t really argue with the higher ups.
Still, there are things the members have managed to get away with. With that thought in mind, Chanyeol grabs Jongdae before the shorter man can exit the bathroom, and grins wolfishly. Jongdae just raises an eyebrow in return, not amused although he doesn’t bother to fight Chanyeol’s grip. This only makes Chanyeol’s grin larger and he knows it must look a little creepy now.
“Don’t forget out little dare, hyung,” Chanyeol coos, his deep voice mockingly sweet.
Jongdae retains his puzzled expression for about a second, before it slowly turns into a dirty smirk. He slowly pries Chanyeol off of him before backing away towards the bathroom door, his smile nearly as large as Chanyeol’s.
“Don’t worry, Chanyeol-ah, I won’t forget,” he reassures, before blowing a fake kiss in Chanyeol’s direction. With that, he turns tail and leaves, while the taller male left behind in the bathroom tries to ignore the weird stutter in his heart.
Both groups get lost in promotions and variety shows and before Chanyeol knows it, months have passed without him seeing any of their EXO-M counterparts in the flesh. It’s fairly depressing since video chats and phone calls and texts, although great, don’t fill the void left behind by the real thing. And Chanyeol can tell that his other K members have grown agitated by this notion as well. It’s better when they promote as twelve.
EXO-M arrives at their dorm at around midnight, tiredly trudging to their beloved K members who welcome them with big hugs.
“Hyung,” Jongin and Sehun whine while hanging off a tired but grinning Minseok. “Did you bring us anything?”
“Brats, let hyung put his bags down first,” Minseok says in return, but his fond tone cracks the sternness behind his words. Chanyeol watches as EXO’s hyung manages to ruffle both the maknaes’ hairs before making his way to his room, Jongin and Sehun following after him like puppies.
Chanyeol has no idea why, but his eyes seek out Jongdae who hasn’t breathed a peep during this whole reunion event. Usually, he’s the one to announce EXO-M’s arrival, loud and boisterous, but today he’s lurking in the corner, a beanie on his head. His eyes are sleep and he looks horribly adorable in an oversized sweater that Chanyeol firmly believes does not belong to him.
Regardless, Chanyeol walks over to him with a small smile. “Room arrangements switched,” he rumbles, “you’re with me.”
Jongdae, despite his exhaustion, offers something akin to a cheeky smile. “How delightful.”
Chanyeol snorts loudly and shakes his head, before picking up Jongdae’s luggage and dragging it to their room. Jongdae follows wordlessly, only bringing up a hand covered by his too-long sleeve to muffle a yawn. When they both enter the room, Chanyeol comes in after Jongdae who sighs in bliss once his eyes land on the bed.
Not really knowing what to do with the luggage, and not hearing any further instruction from Jongdae, Chanyeol places the suitcases on the floor away from the door, which closes with a final click.
“Turn the light off.”
Chanyeol turns to face Jongdae. “Why?” He turns the light off anyway.
The shorter male turns on his bedside lamp and Chanyeol understands, moving to turn his own one on before plopping down on his bed. He doesn’t really know why, but being alone with Jongdae like this is causing his palms to become sweaty as hell and he is lost for words.
His throat clicks as he says, “How was China?”
Jongdae chuckles at Chanyeol’s attempt for small talk and pulls the beanie from his head, placing it on the bedside table. “Fairly interesting. But boring schedules, though.” Chanyeol nods, he can relate.
“Ah, I see.” What is he doing? Why is he making small talk? Why can’t he just shut up so that both of them can go to sleep?
And yet, things take a turn for the worst (or best?) and this is where Chanyeol realises that making Proper Life Decisions is important otherwise things will come back to bite him in the ass.
“However,” Jongdae says suddenly and it catches Chanyeol’s attention straight away because it sounds just like a purr. “I did do something rather crazy.”
Oh god this cannot be good. “O-oh?” Chanyeol does not like the way this is going.
Jongdae turns away with a satisfied laugh. “Yeah. You see, I got a piercing.” He takes his sweater off.
Chanyeol’s throat positively closes. “Really?” Holy shit.
Jongdae’s rotating his neck innocently, mostly to get the kinks out of there that come from travel and stress, but Chanyeol can’t help but feel his mouth go dry because really, all Jongdae is doing right now is put his delectable-delectable?!-neck on display.
“Or,” Jongdae adds thoughtfully, “more than one piercing actually, if it counts.”
Chanyeol sputters, “Wha-?”
Chanyeol does not get to finish his sentence because Jongdae’s pulling his t-shirt over his head and-holy fucking shit.
Chanyeol stops breathing all together because-silk. Silk ribbon. Silk ribbon, a lovely dark purple shade threaded through multiple, symmetrical silver rings pierced down Jongdae’s back starting from between his shoulder blades and ending at his lower back and dear christ, Jongdae has gotten himself a corset piercing. Chanyeol swears, his entire life and past lives have just flashed through his mind because there is no way-no fucking way in hell that he is ever going to survive through this night.
He swallows and his mouth feels like the desert, dry and so very thirsty. He can’t explain how Jongdae with a corset piercing makes him feel, mostly because it is so perfect. Jongdae’s shoulder blades are wide enough for his small frame, but his tiny waist tapers in by a lot and so the piercing makes it seem like he’s wearing a real corset and god fucking damn, that is doing things to Chanyeol’s highly interested and quite perverted cock.
Jongdae looks back at Chanyeol over his shoulder, his eyes half-lidded and naughty and what the hell, when did he turn out like this?
“Do you like it?” he whispers, his beautiful voice too loud in the silent room. “Does it live up to your dare’s expectations? Do I win now?”
Chanyeol can’t even find it within himself to argue that last point, because his mind is still trying to process Jongdae with a fucking corset piercing. As well as Jongdae’s sudden lustful stares directed at his person because what?
Jongdae is now advancing on him, his stalk slow and deadly and so sensual that Chanyeol briefly wonders where the hell his kind of grace is when Jongdae is on the dance floor. Seriously, has Jongdae been holding out on them? Because if so, that is not cool.
Those thoughts basically fly out of Chanyeol’s mind the minute Jongdae straddles him with a smirk and wandering hands. Chanyeol lets out an undignified and rather deep-voiced squeak when his half-hard cocks come into contact with Jongdae’s warm groin and the feeling is sensational.
“Well? Do you like them, or not?”
The questions are breathed across the shell of Chanyeol’s ear and it emits a shiver from him. Chanyeol internally curses because his body is a bloody traitor. Jongdae pulls back and looks entirely too smug for someone sitting in another man’s lap, but he cocks his head to the side while waiting for Chanyeol’s answer.
“It’s…nice,” Chanyeol eloquently manages to get out.
Jongdae raises a highly offended eyebrow. “That’s it? Just ‘nice’? I went through a lot of pain for this, you dickwad.”
Chanyeol’s pretty sure his eyes are rivalling Kyungsoo’s right now, and are about to pop out of his head at any given moment. The sirens in his head are flashing and ringing and his heart is thundering in his chest, only lulled by the flow burn pooling in his abdomen. Chanyeol is seriously not used to this level of uncertainty before, but it is the burn in his abdomen that fuels his next action.
Hesitantly, he brings his hands up to hold onto Jongdae’s hips tightly. He’s mostly shocked by the way both of his hands nearly wrap entirely around Jongdae’s waist. He’s so lost in wonder, his thoughts only break by the pleased sound Jongdae lets out.
Deciding that the only way to go about this is to be earnest, Chanyeol offers a shaky smile. “It looks really sexy.” The happy smile that Jongdae rewards him with afterwards causes Chanyeol to swallow thickly.
He’s not used to this. Jongdae teasing him and making his life a living a living hell, he’s used to. Jongdae tagging along for his pranks against the other members (particularly Baekhyun), he’s used to. Jongdae sitting on this lap, acting all sultry and sexy like this with a fucking corset piercing-Chanyeol is definitely not used to this, nor is he prepared for it.
He has no idea what to do-he and Jongdae haven’t really had the opportunity to discuss boundaries or what they even are since this whole experience was just tossed onto Chanyeol’s lap-literally. Chanyeol thinks, it might be a little too weird for him to just come out and admit that he’s actually thought about him and Jongdae together and that maybe, perhaps, they should make a duet, followed closely by a spring wedding and then perhaps have three kids, one dog and one cat. It might be a little overwhelming, in all honesty.
However, Jongdae grinding lewdly in his lap is also proving to be a little overwhelming, as well as a wonderful distraction. The smaller male has his arms hanging loosely on Chanyeol’s shoulders and his knees are on either side of Chanyeol’s hips, braced on the bed to give him leverage as he rocks steadily in Chanyeol’s lap.
The way his metal piercings clink, coupled with the rustling of their pants brushing together is far too loud within the room and Chanyeol really finds it bloody obscene. He’s normally a loud person, someone who doesn’t like the awkward silences that follow a conversation and he always finds the urge to fill in those moments of quiet no matter how peaceful or insanely hectic they are.
“What-what’s brought this on?” he whisper-shouts. Jongdae moans softly in reply and this causes Chanyeol to gulp because what the hell, why is Jongdae so sexy?
“I thought you might like it; a way to properly…explore my new body jewellery.” It’s a suggestive statement, bold words like liquid fire curling around each other with the intent on destroying Chanyeol’s life on any other day, but for some reason Chanyeol can easily pick up on the hesitation in Jongdae’s eyes; the slight, bated hitch in the smaller man’s breath as he waits for Chanyeol to push him from his lap and storm off.
But it never happens, because Chanyeol just gives him a bright smile before he pecks Jongdae on the nose in silent agreement to…whatever this is. The action is too sentimental, too affectionate for what they’re doing right now and it’s all sorts of awful when Jongdae stops grinding his hips forward altogether.
It’s Chanyeol’s turn to raise his eyebrows now, but damn, he’s faltering because Jongdae’s giving him this look - a look that spells Trouble with a whole load of fun (he’s become accustomed to looks like these after the first ten pranks they pulled on Junmyeun).
It’s a feat that they manage to get the rest of their clothes off so fast-especially since Jongdae isn’t the best mover and Chanyeol has two left feet. Nevertheless, clothing gets removed and Chanyeol only has about five seconds to truly appreciate the dips and curves and light, sinew muscles on Jongdae’s body before the shorter man is pushing him onto his own bed.
Chanyeol doesn’t go down without a fight and instead grabs onto Jongdae’s arm, pulling the older man on top of him. Jongdae laughs into the kiss Chanyeol manages to land on him and this causes Chanyeol to smile, unable to help himself. When they pull back, Jongdae makes a show of licking his lips and even though he’s being completely obvious, Chanyeol follows his movements, absolutely helpless as arousal zings up his spine.
“No grace,” Jongdae teases and all this evokes from Chanyeol is a short, deep growl.
The way in which it causes Jongdae to shiver does not go unnoticed by Chanyeol and he makes sure to file that note somewhere in his mind for later usage. Because, yes, there is most definitely going to be a later after this. Chanyeol isn’t the type to hit it and quit it with people he cares about.
Still, Jongdae is writhing on top of him and Chanyeol believes that if he doesn’t hit this hot piece of ass pretty soon, he’s going to emotionally and physically combust. Jongdae seems to have similar ideas, because in a matter of moments, he’s leaning over Chanyeol to rummage about in his bedside table.
This way, Chanyeol gets a literal eyeful of Jongdae’s cute little nipples-they’re light brown and pebbling from the cool night air and Chanyeol cannot resist playfully blowing air over them. Jongdae shivers, lets out a sound akin to a squeak, but otherwise doesn’t protest so Chanyeol does it again, only this time he follows it up by sucking the hard nub into his mouth.
This gets a groan from Jongdae, who Chanyeol belatedly realises have momentarily stopped looking around in his bedside drawer to allow his head to fall between his shoulder blades as his body trembles. He’s sensitive, Chanyeol thinks and the notion makes him grin, even as his teeth lightly tug on the nipple. Jongdae jolts in pleasure and Chanyeol appeases him by trailing a hand up his back, only to stop short when his hands come into contact with the silky ribbon of Jongdae’s corset piercing.
It reminds him of what started this whole thing in the first place, and just the texture of the ribbon makes Chanyeol hot all over. He slips a single digit under the first piece of ribbon sitting on Jongdae’s lower back and lightly tugs. He can tell that it pulls on Jongdae’s metal rings and the man keens, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and his eyes shut tightly. Those must be sensitive too, then.
Before he can do anything else, however, Jongdae’s sitting up in his lap with a half-empty bottle of lube in his hand and Chanyeol can’t even stop to think about one, how old that bottle of lube is, and two, why exactly it is half empty. All types of images flash through his mind, his dick hardening further after each one: images of Jongdae on his back with his legs spread wide as he works one, two, then three fingers into himself; perhaps Jongdae also has a toy buried in that bedside table cupboard along with lube; or maybe Jongdae just uses the lube to beat off, one hand thumbing his nipples.
Holy shit. The images cause the flaming inferno of lust within Chanyeol to roar and he becomes even more impatient.
He’s about to ask for the lube, but his words die in his throat as he witnesses Jongdae coating his own fingers with the sticky substance. The wind basically leaves his lungs as Jongdae then moves his own hand behind himself, leaning forward slightly and resting a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder for leverage as he circles his hole with a lube-covered finger. Chanyeol knows that moment Jongdae pushes the finger in, because his mouth parts enticingly and his brows furrow in concentration.
Chanyeol’s hands squeeze Jongdae’s hips and the smaller male bucks in his hold, Chanyeol’s eyes drawn to the way his thighs flex and then to the way his abdomen clenches as he adds another finger. It’s a slow, torturous process for Chanyeol, who just wants to be buried within Jongdae’s tight heat. He wants to feel that intimacy, those muscles squeezing around him and perhaps, also whisper sweet endearments into Jongdae’s ear.
This is not love, not exactly-not yet. But it is a deep case of Like and Chanyeol isn’t about to deny the fact that this relationship-if this can even be called a relationship-with Jongdae can progress further. He wants that.
Before his thoughts can venture further, Jongdae’s pulling his fingers out while simultaneously kissing Chanyeol on the mouth before he turns around. Chanyeol is confused for about 0.2 seconds before he gets mesmerized by the way Jongdae’s metal piercings glint in the light coming from the bedside lamp. The silky ribbon gives off a sheen that makes Chanyeol just want to touch and so he does; he slides his hands up and the tips of his fingers brush against the material of the ribbon.
Jongdae looks over his shoulder, directly at Chanyeol, the familiar smirk back on his lips and Chanyeol can only offer one in return before Jongdae grips the base of his cock and aligns it with his hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, the shorter male begins to sink down along the length of Chanyeol’s dick maintaining eye contact until the younger male, unable to take it anymore, lets his head fall back into the pillows as he releases a grave moan.
Jongdae is tight tight tight, and incredibly hot, his muscles clamping around Chanyeol’s dick like a vice and it takes all of Chanyeol’s self-control not to just thrust into the elder immediately. Jongdae doesn’t stop, takes Chanyeol in like a champ-all the way to the hilt before he freezes completely. He releases deep puffs of air, muffled against the skin of his own shoulder, before he turns around to brace his hands on Chanyeol’s thighs.
Chanyeol is rendered immobile, paralysed as Jongdae uses his body for pleasure. Jongdae rocks his hips experimentally, moaning from deep within his throat about how big Chanyeol is as Chanyeol’s cock stretches him further. The taller man can’t really tear his eyes away from the sight of Jongdae’s red rim stretched obscenely around the width of Chanyeol’s dick.
This position really is filthy because Chanyeol has a first-class, front seat ticket to watching Jongdae fuck himself on his cock. He holds his breath as Jongdae rises up, a long, long drag along the length of Chanyeol’s cock, before the shorter man slams back down, how back bowing in pleasure. The action draws attention to his corset piercing and wow.
It’s so hot; it’s so fucking hot the way the metal rings tinkle and clink as Jongdae begins to move faster, accompanied by his breathless pants. The yellow light catches on them at different moments and it looks like gold rivulets are streaming down Jongdae’s back. Chanyeol growls because his desire is growing larger and larger, like a rubber band and Chanyeol is ready to snap.
He reaches up from where his hands are digging into Jongdae’s hips, only to grip onto a piece of ribbon laced through the piercing, and he tugs and Jongdae fucking keens. Keens and mewls as Chanyeol does it again and again-not enough to cause the tearing of the skin, but enough so that Jongdae feels the zip of pleasure pain. It causes Jongdae to ride him with more vigour and Chanyeol all but loses his breath.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae moans out and Chanyeol’s name has never sounded more gorgeous. Chanyeol lets go of the ribbon and Jongdae falls forward, hands slapping onto the duvet cover as he adjusts himself better.
He wiggles his hips and moves his knees to brace himself better and Chanyeol groans because of the lewd sight, along with the filthy squelching sounds and the euphoric feeling of muscles clenching around him. Jongdae grips the sheets and moves his body forward, pulling himself off of Chanyeol’s dick until only the thick tip holds his hole open, before he pushes back, impaling himself deep and smooth. He continues at this angle, his pace never faltering and Chanyeol feels sweat running down his temple.
“Fuck,” he whispers, licking his lips. In a last minute decision, he shoots up, pushing most of his front against Jongdae’s back and the latter lets out a surprised yelp, nearly falling forward onto his face if it weren’t for Chanyeol’s arms wrapping protectively and possessively around his torso.
The yelp quickly dissolves into a lustful whimper as Chanyeol takes one of the metal piercings in his teeth. Jongdae squirms in his arms, never ceasing the aborted movements and tight circles of his hips, but not telling Chanyeol to stop his ministrations. Chanyeol takes that as acquiesce to pull lightly on the ring and Jongdae sobs.
“Oh fuck, please,” Jongdae cries out, turning his head to the side and seeking out Chanyeol’s lips. The taller male complies instantly, capturing Jongdae’s lips in a deep kiss, only stumped by the awkward angle of their necks. When Chanyeol pulls back, he nearly blows his load because Jongdae looks completely wrecked. His hair is sticking to the side of his face, his cheeks flushed a beautiful pink hue and his lips swollen from no doubt being kissed and bitten.
All too soon, they grow closer to their releases. Chanyeol tries his best to rock up into Jongdae in his sitting position, one hand braced on the bed behind him while the other grips tight into Jongdae’s hip. The smaller male fucks himself down, clawing at the bed sheets.
“Touch me,” he breathes out, wanton and hot, and Chanyeol is quick to follow the order, his hand coming forward to wrap around Jongdae’s achingly hot flesh.
He jerks it in time with this thrusts and it isn’t long before Jongdae’s spilling all over his first with a broken cry. It’s a magnificent sound, and coupled with the rhythmic clamping and squeezing around Chanyeol’s dick, the rapper doesn’t stand a chance as he releases within Jongdae. The shorter male twitches as he gets filled, but otherwise lets out a content sigh.
With Chanyeol’s help, Jongdae lifts up off his cock and eases back onto the sheets where they lie next to each other. Both of them are sticky and gross, but are way too tired to get up and clean themselves. In fact, they’re rather content with lying next to each other and basking in each other’s presence. Chanyeol can tell that Jongdae’s feeling the weariness of travelling from the way his eyelids are drooping and Chanyeol’s own schedule from today is catching up to him.
And so, with a few muttered words, both of them fall asleep. Completely wrapped around one another.
Chanyeol wakes to his wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. He pulls on them in slight panic, before he makes out movement from between his legs from the corner of his eye. Jongdae looks up at him, complete and utter mischief highlighted in his chocolate brown eyes as he teasingly drags his nail up the length of Chanyeol’s dick, which stands at half-mast and twitches in delighted interest. This causes a full body shudder from Chanyeol, whose gaze then zeroes in on the fact that Jongdae’s back is bare save for the metal piercings on either of his sides, which means-
Chanyeol’s head snaps back to his hands with wide eyes and sees that his restraint is actually Jongdae’s corset ribbon. He then chokes on air when Jongdae descends on his cock, kitten-like lips wrapping tight around the head as Jongdae’s tongue snakes out to flick into the slit. What a way to start the morning, Chanyeol could get used to this.
“I got you something.”
Jongdae abruptly turns to face him, completely naked in the steaming bathroom save for the small excuse of a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.
“Oh?” His eyes are curious and his head is tilted to the side, lips curling upwards at the corners and Chanyeol desperately wants to coo, but he stops himself because Jongdae will definitely kick him in the nuts.
“Yeah, it’s another ribbon thing, for your piercing.”
Jongdae’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline as Chanyeol produces a piece of ribbon for his corset piercing-bright red in colour and gleaming in the light. Chanyeol’s seriously having second thoughts because Jongdae isn’t saying anything, and he’s about to retreat and go have a slight mental breakdown in a corner somewhere-
But then Jongdae’s sweetly smiling face swims into his line of vision, a hand suddenly gripping onto his collar to pull him down into a light kiss. Chanyeol does his best impersonation of a goldfish once released.
“Put it on for me,” Jongdae says simply, before turning to face the mirror, his back to Chanyeol.
There is currently no ribbon threaded through the rings, and so Chanyeol takes a towel and carefully dries the shorter man’s back before beginning to meticulously thread the ribbon through the piercing rings, like one would thread a shoelace though a shoe.
Once he’s done, Jongdae surveys his handiwork in the mirror, seemingly satisfied before he turns back to Chanyeol and laughs outright at his expression.
“Come on,” he says, his hand gripping Chanyeol’s wrist. He tugs the taller man out of the bathroom. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll go out and get you a bizarre piercing.”
Chanyeol has about three seconds before his mind processes what Jongdae just says and he squawks, “What-?!&rdquo
Title: It’s A Cinch (But With A Slight Pinch)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen
Word Count: ~5000w
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chanyeol really needs to re-evaluate his life choices and start making Proper Adult Decisions. Then perhaps stuff won’t come back to kick his ass. Jesus fucking Christ.
Warnings: sex, piercing play, swearing, barebacking.
Author’s Note: my dear recipient ♥ thank you for the prompts, and for giving me the opportunity to write something different! i hope you enjoy~
Chanyeol really needs to re-evaluate his life choices and start making Proper Adult Decisions.
Then, perhaps, stuff won’t come back to kick his ass. Jesus fucking Christ.
It all starts with a simple game of truth or dare. Basic, right? Wrong. Oh god it’s so fucking wrong because when you put a group of guys together and they begin to play a fucked up version of spin the bottle-using one of the bottles they got pissed drunk with-well, then. Shit’s about to go down.
“Truth, or dare?” a giggling Luhan asks Baekhyun when the bottle lands on him. The Chinese male is leaning heavily on Minseok, who’s desperately trying to hold up a sober front, but he’s not fooling anyone with that pink flush spread on his cheeks.
Baekhyun, in response to Luhan’s question, puffs out his chest. Chanyeol rolls his eyes so hard at this, they nearly do a three-sixty. Baekhyun literally looks like an inflamed parrot.
“Dare.” Oh, an inflamed, bold parrot.
Luhan scrutinizes him, but it’s mostly because he’s so fucking drunk, he probably can’t see Baekhyun clearly. “Go and eat four raw eggs.”
Everyone around them groans and Chanyeol deflates as Baekhyun gets up with a pshaww, that’s easy. Hell yeah it’s easy. Luhan should have dared him to get his legs waxed or something just as painful. Chanyeol knows this from experience-it’s a long story, don’t ask.
He looks around the wall into the kitchen to watch Baekhyun crack four raw eggs into the class. The small male then saunters back into the living room where they have their game set up amongst a sea of food wrappers and empty beer cans, before he gives Luhan a shit-eating grin.
“Chug it all down in one go,” is what Luhan says in reply to Baekhyun’s overly-smug look. The latter shrugs, smirk still on his face. He takes a deep breath and it seems like the rest of the room takes a collective deep breath with him-and then he starts to drink.
It has to taste bad; Chanyeol acknowledges that much. He can also tell but the way Baekhyun’s scrunching up his nose that the shorter man is probably regretting this right now. Chanyeol guesses that raw egg doesn’t taste too good with beer.
It doesn’t matter now because Baekhyun’s officially chugged the whole damn thing down with a wince and Zitao lets out a drunken cheer at his side. Baekhyun puts the glass down in front of him and smacks his lips, causing Kyungsoo to lean back with a disgusted look on his face.
It’s Baekhyun’s turn to spin the bottle again and Chanyeol watches as it slows before landing on Minseok. The man sighs, completely put upon as Baekhyun asks him, “Truth, or dare?”
“Truth,” his reply is resolute.
“Has Luhan ever given you a blowjo-”
Luhan goes tumbling down with a shriek as Minseok, his personal wall, launches at Baekhyun, who cuts off with a strangled scream. Chanyeol sighs.
They spin the bottle a couple more times until Chanyeol had to admit that he once had a crush on Kyungsoo (“it was only like, for a week”), before the tall male spins the bottle again and it lands on Jongdae. Oh. For someone so loud, he’s been suspiciously quiet for the whole evening but Chanyeol knows that he’s had at least four bottles of beer tonight-not that he’s keeping constant tabs on Jongdae, or anything.
The man, when Chanyeol gets a good look at him, doesn’t even have a pink hue to his cheeks; however is eyes are a little glazed over, but then again, that could also be because of Sehun’s dared strip tease earlier on. It doesn’t matter because when Chanyeol’s casually asking Jongdae if he wants a truth or a dare, his eyes darken and he suddenly looks at Chanyeol with a stare so intense and a smirk so condescending, Chanyeol cannot help but immediately rise to the challenge. His shoulders straighten and he meets Jongdae’s gaze head on, his grin barely a snarl.
The other members must sense the sudden tension in the atmosphere, because most of them (those that are not drunk enough to) shift in their places.
“Dare,” Jongdae says, smooth and cool.
And damn if Chanyeol ever backs own from a challenge like that. He’s been told that he’s too enthusiastic, always trying to make a competition out of everything-but Chanyeol doesn’t care because that’s where the fun’s at and Chanyeol is not about to let this go.
His mind gleefully flashes to different types of scenarios, each one crazier than the next. The dice are in his hands and Chanyeol feels like he’s currently holding all the power in the world. This is the moment; he needs to come up with something great, something bizarre, and most of all, something Jongdae will never be able to do because there has been one time too many where the older man has made Chanyeol feel like a fool. And now, it’s payback time.
Licking his lips, Chanyeol meets Jongdae’s steely gaze and replies, “I dare you, Kim Jongdae, to get a crazy piercing before this year ends.”
The next morning is early, all the members rising out of bed like the dead with their mouths tasting like ass and their heads spinning faster than a disco ball on cocaine. Chanyeol feels as if his drum kit has crash landed into his skull because of the way his mind is currently thumping. Everything’s too bright and Chanyeol would totally laugh at the way Baekhyun slips and falls onto his face as he tries to exit their shared bedroom, but laughing currently hurts his brain too much.
EXO-M has to fly out later on today and they’re going to be late if Zitao doesn’t stop puking into the toilet. Yixing is surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) the person who handles his hangover the best, and so he’s making his special Chinese herbal hangover remedy in the kitchen while Junmyeun sits with his face planted on the cool marble counter top wailing on about his life’s regrets.
No one really cares, but talking requires too much energy and causes too much pain right now.
Chanyeol brushes his teeth and washes the grime from his face before visibly flinching when he resurfaces to look into the mirror. Dear god, he looks like shit. The whites of his eyes are actually red, and the eye-bags underneath his eyes are bruised, looking more like eye-suitcases. His skin is actually sickly pale and oh dear god, the coordi-noonas are going to kill him.
Chanyeol’s life crisis is broken by Jongdae stumbling into the bathroom. He’s freshly showered and smelling good - the scent of his body scrub surprisingly not strong enough to make Chanyeol feel like retching. He also looks worse for wear, but not as bad as a pre-shower-post-hangover Chanyeol. Said man watches as Jongdae gathers up his toiletries, putting them in his travel bag and tries not to think too hard about the fact that Jongdae keeps his stuff right next to his own.
The sight of the travel bag that Chanyeol had gifted him last year causes the former’s heart to sink a bit. It sucks that EXO has to separate again, after nearly a year of promotion together. But Chanyeol supposes he can’t really argue with the higher ups.
Still, there are things the members have managed to get away with. With that thought in mind, Chanyeol grabs Jongdae before the shorter man can exit the bathroom, and grins wolfishly. Jongdae just raises an eyebrow in return, not amused although he doesn’t bother to fight Chanyeol’s grip. This only makes Chanyeol’s grin larger and he knows it must look a little creepy now.
“Don’t forget out little dare, hyung,” Chanyeol coos, his deep voice mockingly sweet.
Jongdae retains his puzzled expression for about a second, before it slowly turns into a dirty smirk. He slowly pries Chanyeol off of him before backing away towards the bathroom door, his smile nearly as large as Chanyeol’s.
“Don’t worry, Chanyeol-ah, I won’t forget,” he reassures, before blowing a fake kiss in Chanyeol’s direction. With that, he turns tail and leaves, while the taller male left behind in the bathroom tries to ignore the weird stutter in his heart.
Both groups get lost in promotions and variety shows and before Chanyeol knows it, months have passed without him seeing any of their EXO-M counterparts in the flesh. It’s fairly depressing since video chats and phone calls and texts, although great, don’t fill the void left behind by the real thing. And Chanyeol can tell that his other K members have grown agitated by this notion as well. It’s better when they promote as twelve.
EXO-M arrives at their dorm at around midnight, tiredly trudging to their beloved K members who welcome them with big hugs.
“Hyung,” Jongin and Sehun whine while hanging off a tired but grinning Minseok. “Did you bring us anything?”
“Brats, let hyung put his bags down first,” Minseok says in return, but his fond tone cracks the sternness behind his words. Chanyeol watches as EXO’s hyung manages to ruffle both the maknaes’ hairs before making his way to his room, Jongin and Sehun following after him like puppies.
Chanyeol has no idea why, but his eyes seek out Jongdae who hasn’t breathed a peep during this whole reunion event. Usually, he’s the one to announce EXO-M’s arrival, loud and boisterous, but today he’s lurking in the corner, a beanie on his head. His eyes are sleep and he looks horribly adorable in an oversized sweater that Chanyeol firmly believes does not belong to him.
Regardless, Chanyeol walks over to him with a small smile. “Room arrangements switched,” he rumbles, “you’re with me.”
Jongdae, despite his exhaustion, offers something akin to a cheeky smile. “How delightful.”
Chanyeol snorts loudly and shakes his head, before picking up Jongdae’s luggage and dragging it to their room. Jongdae follows wordlessly, only bringing up a hand covered by his too-long sleeve to muffle a yawn. When they both enter the room, Chanyeol comes in after Jongdae who sighs in bliss once his eyes land on the bed.
Not really knowing what to do with the luggage, and not hearing any further instruction from Jongdae, Chanyeol places the suitcases on the floor away from the door, which closes with a final click.
“Turn the light off.”
Chanyeol turns to face Jongdae. “Why?” He turns the light off anyway.
The shorter male turns on his bedside lamp and Chanyeol understands, moving to turn his own one on before plopping down on his bed. He doesn’t really know why, but being alone with Jongdae like this is causing his palms to become sweaty as hell and he is lost for words.
His throat clicks as he says, “How was China?”
Jongdae chuckles at Chanyeol’s attempt for small talk and pulls the beanie from his head, placing it on the bedside table. “Fairly interesting. But boring schedules, though.” Chanyeol nods, he can relate.
“Ah, I see.” What is he doing? Why is he making small talk? Why can’t he just shut up so that both of them can go to sleep?
And yet, things take a turn for the worst (or best?) and this is where Chanyeol realises that making Proper Life Decisions is important otherwise things will come back to bite him in the ass.
“However,” Jongdae says suddenly and it catches Chanyeol’s attention straight away because it sounds just like a purr. “I did do something rather crazy.”
Oh god this cannot be good. “O-oh?” Chanyeol does not like the way this is going.
Jongdae turns away with a satisfied laugh. “Yeah. You see, I got a piercing.” He takes his sweater off.
Chanyeol’s throat positively closes. “Really?” Holy shit.
Jongdae’s rotating his neck innocently, mostly to get the kinks out of there that come from travel and stress, but Chanyeol can’t help but feel his mouth go dry because really, all Jongdae is doing right now is put his delectable-delectable?!-neck on display.
“Or,” Jongdae adds thoughtfully, “more than one piercing actually, if it counts.”
Chanyeol sputters, “Wha-?”
Chanyeol does not get to finish his sentence because Jongdae’s pulling his t-shirt over his head and-holy fucking shit.
Chanyeol stops breathing all together because-silk. Silk ribbon. Silk ribbon, a lovely dark purple shade threaded through multiple, symmetrical silver rings pierced down Jongdae’s back starting from between his shoulder blades and ending at his lower back and dear christ, Jongdae has gotten himself a corset piercing. Chanyeol swears, his entire life and past lives have just flashed through his mind because there is no way-no fucking way in hell that he is ever going to survive through this night.
He swallows and his mouth feels like the desert, dry and so very thirsty. He can’t explain how Jongdae with a corset piercing makes him feel, mostly because it is so perfect. Jongdae’s shoulder blades are wide enough for his small frame, but his tiny waist tapers in by a lot and so the piercing makes it seem like he’s wearing a real corset and god fucking damn, that is doing things to Chanyeol’s highly interested and quite perverted cock.
Jongdae looks back at Chanyeol over his shoulder, his eyes half-lidded and naughty and what the hell, when did he turn out like this?
“Do you like it?” he whispers, his beautiful voice too loud in the silent room. “Does it live up to your dare’s expectations? Do I win now?”
Chanyeol can’t even find it within himself to argue that last point, because his mind is still trying to process Jongdae with a fucking corset piercing. As well as Jongdae’s sudden lustful stares directed at his person because what?
Jongdae is now advancing on him, his stalk slow and deadly and so sensual that Chanyeol briefly wonders where the hell his kind of grace is when Jongdae is on the dance floor. Seriously, has Jongdae been holding out on them? Because if so, that is not cool.
Those thoughts basically fly out of Chanyeol’s mind the minute Jongdae straddles him with a smirk and wandering hands. Chanyeol lets out an undignified and rather deep-voiced squeak when his half-hard cocks come into contact with Jongdae’s warm groin and the feeling is sensational.
“Well? Do you like them, or not?”
The questions are breathed across the shell of Chanyeol’s ear and it emits a shiver from him. Chanyeol internally curses because his body is a bloody traitor. Jongdae pulls back and looks entirely too smug for someone sitting in another man’s lap, but he cocks his head to the side while waiting for Chanyeol’s answer.
“It’s…nice,” Chanyeol eloquently manages to get out.
Jongdae raises a highly offended eyebrow. “That’s it? Just ‘nice’? I went through a lot of pain for this, you dickwad.”
Chanyeol’s pretty sure his eyes are rivalling Kyungsoo’s right now, and are about to pop out of his head at any given moment. The sirens in his head are flashing and ringing and his heart is thundering in his chest, only lulled by the flow burn pooling in his abdomen. Chanyeol is seriously not used to this level of uncertainty before, but it is the burn in his abdomen that fuels his next action.
Hesitantly, he brings his hands up to hold onto Jongdae’s hips tightly. He’s mostly shocked by the way both of his hands nearly wrap entirely around Jongdae’s waist. He’s so lost in wonder, his thoughts only break by the pleased sound Jongdae lets out.
Deciding that the only way to go about this is to be earnest, Chanyeol offers a shaky smile. “It looks really sexy.” The happy smile that Jongdae rewards him with afterwards causes Chanyeol to swallow thickly.
He’s not used to this. Jongdae teasing him and making his life a living a living hell, he’s used to. Jongdae tagging along for his pranks against the other members (particularly Baekhyun), he’s used to. Jongdae sitting on this lap, acting all sultry and sexy like this with a fucking corset piercing-Chanyeol is definitely not used to this, nor is he prepared for it.
He has no idea what to do-he and Jongdae haven’t really had the opportunity to discuss boundaries or what they even are since this whole experience was just tossed onto Chanyeol’s lap-literally. Chanyeol thinks, it might be a little too weird for him to just come out and admit that he’s actually thought about him and Jongdae together and that maybe, perhaps, they should make a duet, followed closely by a spring wedding and then perhaps have three kids, one dog and one cat. It might be a little overwhelming, in all honesty.
However, Jongdae grinding lewdly in his lap is also proving to be a little overwhelming, as well as a wonderful distraction. The smaller male has his arms hanging loosely on Chanyeol’s shoulders and his knees are on either side of Chanyeol’s hips, braced on the bed to give him leverage as he rocks steadily in Chanyeol’s lap.
The way his metal piercings clink, coupled with the rustling of their pants brushing together is far too loud within the room and Chanyeol really finds it bloody obscene. He’s normally a loud person, someone who doesn’t like the awkward silences that follow a conversation and he always finds the urge to fill in those moments of quiet no matter how peaceful or insanely hectic they are.
“What-what’s brought this on?” he whisper-shouts. Jongdae moans softly in reply and this causes Chanyeol to gulp because what the hell, why is Jongdae so sexy?
“I thought you might like it; a way to properly…explore my new body jewellery.” It’s a suggestive statement, bold words like liquid fire curling around each other with the intent on destroying Chanyeol’s life on any other day, but for some reason Chanyeol can easily pick up on the hesitation in Jongdae’s eyes; the slight, bated hitch in the smaller man’s breath as he waits for Chanyeol to push him from his lap and storm off.
But it never happens, because Chanyeol just gives him a bright smile before he pecks Jongdae on the nose in silent agreement to…whatever this is. The action is too sentimental, too affectionate for what they’re doing right now and it’s all sorts of awful when Jongdae stops grinding his hips forward altogether.
It’s Chanyeol’s turn to raise his eyebrows now, but damn, he’s faltering because Jongdae’s giving him this look - a look that spells Trouble with a whole load of fun (he’s become accustomed to looks like these after the first ten pranks they pulled on Junmyeun).
It’s a feat that they manage to get the rest of their clothes off so fast-especially since Jongdae isn’t the best mover and Chanyeol has two left feet. Nevertheless, clothing gets removed and Chanyeol only has about five seconds to truly appreciate the dips and curves and light, sinew muscles on Jongdae’s body before the shorter man is pushing him onto his own bed.
Chanyeol doesn’t go down without a fight and instead grabs onto Jongdae’s arm, pulling the older man on top of him. Jongdae laughs into the kiss Chanyeol manages to land on him and this causes Chanyeol to smile, unable to help himself. When they pull back, Jongdae makes a show of licking his lips and even though he’s being completely obvious, Chanyeol follows his movements, absolutely helpless as arousal zings up his spine.
“No grace,” Jongdae teases and all this evokes from Chanyeol is a short, deep growl.
The way in which it causes Jongdae to shiver does not go unnoticed by Chanyeol and he makes sure to file that note somewhere in his mind for later usage. Because, yes, there is most definitely going to be a later after this. Chanyeol isn’t the type to hit it and quit it with people he cares about.
Still, Jongdae is writhing on top of him and Chanyeol believes that if he doesn’t hit this hot piece of ass pretty soon, he’s going to emotionally and physically combust. Jongdae seems to have similar ideas, because in a matter of moments, he’s leaning over Chanyeol to rummage about in his bedside table.
This way, Chanyeol gets a literal eyeful of Jongdae’s cute little nipples-they’re light brown and pebbling from the cool night air and Chanyeol cannot resist playfully blowing air over them. Jongdae shivers, lets out a sound akin to a squeak, but otherwise doesn’t protest so Chanyeol does it again, only this time he follows it up by sucking the hard nub into his mouth.
This gets a groan from Jongdae, who Chanyeol belatedly realises have momentarily stopped looking around in his bedside drawer to allow his head to fall between his shoulder blades as his body trembles. He’s sensitive, Chanyeol thinks and the notion makes him grin, even as his teeth lightly tug on the nipple. Jongdae jolts in pleasure and Chanyeol appeases him by trailing a hand up his back, only to stop short when his hands come into contact with the silky ribbon of Jongdae’s corset piercing.
It reminds him of what started this whole thing in the first place, and just the texture of the ribbon makes Chanyeol hot all over. He slips a single digit under the first piece of ribbon sitting on Jongdae’s lower back and lightly tugs. He can tell that it pulls on Jongdae’s metal rings and the man keens, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and his eyes shut tightly. Those must be sensitive too, then.
Before he can do anything else, however, Jongdae’s sitting up in his lap with a half-empty bottle of lube in his hand and Chanyeol can’t even stop to think about one, how old that bottle of lube is, and two, why exactly it is half empty. All types of images flash through his mind, his dick hardening further after each one: images of Jongdae on his back with his legs spread wide as he works one, two, then three fingers into himself; perhaps Jongdae also has a toy buried in that bedside table cupboard along with lube; or maybe Jongdae just uses the lube to beat off, one hand thumbing his nipples.
Holy shit. The images cause the flaming inferno of lust within Chanyeol to roar and he becomes even more impatient.
He’s about to ask for the lube, but his words die in his throat as he witnesses Jongdae coating his own fingers with the sticky substance. The wind basically leaves his lungs as Jongdae then moves his own hand behind himself, leaning forward slightly and resting a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder for leverage as he circles his hole with a lube-covered finger. Chanyeol knows that moment Jongdae pushes the finger in, because his mouth parts enticingly and his brows furrow in concentration.
Chanyeol’s hands squeeze Jongdae’s hips and the smaller male bucks in his hold, Chanyeol’s eyes drawn to the way his thighs flex and then to the way his abdomen clenches as he adds another finger. It’s a slow, torturous process for Chanyeol, who just wants to be buried within Jongdae’s tight heat. He wants to feel that intimacy, those muscles squeezing around him and perhaps, also whisper sweet endearments into Jongdae’s ear.
This is not love, not exactly-not yet. But it is a deep case of Like and Chanyeol isn’t about to deny the fact that this relationship-if this can even be called a relationship-with Jongdae can progress further. He wants that.
Before his thoughts can venture further, Jongdae’s pulling his fingers out while simultaneously kissing Chanyeol on the mouth before he turns around. Chanyeol is confused for about 0.2 seconds before he gets mesmerized by the way Jongdae’s metal piercings glint in the light coming from the bedside lamp. The silky ribbon gives off a sheen that makes Chanyeol just want to touch and so he does; he slides his hands up and the tips of his fingers brush against the material of the ribbon.
Jongdae looks over his shoulder, directly at Chanyeol, the familiar smirk back on his lips and Chanyeol can only offer one in return before Jongdae grips the base of his cock and aligns it with his hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, the shorter male begins to sink down along the length of Chanyeol’s dick maintaining eye contact until the younger male, unable to take it anymore, lets his head fall back into the pillows as he releases a grave moan.
Jongdae is tight tight tight, and incredibly hot, his muscles clamping around Chanyeol’s dick like a vice and it takes all of Chanyeol’s self-control not to just thrust into the elder immediately. Jongdae doesn’t stop, takes Chanyeol in like a champ-all the way to the hilt before he freezes completely. He releases deep puffs of air, muffled against the skin of his own shoulder, before he turns around to brace his hands on Chanyeol’s thighs.
Chanyeol is rendered immobile, paralysed as Jongdae uses his body for pleasure. Jongdae rocks his hips experimentally, moaning from deep within his throat about how big Chanyeol is as Chanyeol’s cock stretches him further. The taller man can’t really tear his eyes away from the sight of Jongdae’s red rim stretched obscenely around the width of Chanyeol’s dick.
This position really is filthy because Chanyeol has a first-class, front seat ticket to watching Jongdae fuck himself on his cock. He holds his breath as Jongdae rises up, a long, long drag along the length of Chanyeol’s cock, before the shorter man slams back down, how back bowing in pleasure. The action draws attention to his corset piercing and wow.
It’s so hot; it’s so fucking hot the way the metal rings tinkle and clink as Jongdae begins to move faster, accompanied by his breathless pants. The yellow light catches on them at different moments and it looks like gold rivulets are streaming down Jongdae’s back. Chanyeol growls because his desire is growing larger and larger, like a rubber band and Chanyeol is ready to snap.
He reaches up from where his hands are digging into Jongdae’s hips, only to grip onto a piece of ribbon laced through the piercing, and he tugs and Jongdae fucking keens. Keens and mewls as Chanyeol does it again and again-not enough to cause the tearing of the skin, but enough so that Jongdae feels the zip of pleasure pain. It causes Jongdae to ride him with more vigour and Chanyeol all but loses his breath.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae moans out and Chanyeol’s name has never sounded more gorgeous. Chanyeol lets go of the ribbon and Jongdae falls forward, hands slapping onto the duvet cover as he adjusts himself better.
He wiggles his hips and moves his knees to brace himself better and Chanyeol groans because of the lewd sight, along with the filthy squelching sounds and the euphoric feeling of muscles clenching around him. Jongdae grips the sheets and moves his body forward, pulling himself off of Chanyeol’s dick until only the thick tip holds his hole open, before he pushes back, impaling himself deep and smooth. He continues at this angle, his pace never faltering and Chanyeol feels sweat running down his temple.
“Fuck,” he whispers, licking his lips. In a last minute decision, he shoots up, pushing most of his front against Jongdae’s back and the latter lets out a surprised yelp, nearly falling forward onto his face if it weren’t for Chanyeol’s arms wrapping protectively and possessively around his torso.
The yelp quickly dissolves into a lustful whimper as Chanyeol takes one of the metal piercings in his teeth. Jongdae squirms in his arms, never ceasing the aborted movements and tight circles of his hips, but not telling Chanyeol to stop his ministrations. Chanyeol takes that as acquiesce to pull lightly on the ring and Jongdae sobs.
“Oh fuck, please,” Jongdae cries out, turning his head to the side and seeking out Chanyeol’s lips. The taller male complies instantly, capturing Jongdae’s lips in a deep kiss, only stumped by the awkward angle of their necks. When Chanyeol pulls back, he nearly blows his load because Jongdae looks completely wrecked. His hair is sticking to the side of his face, his cheeks flushed a beautiful pink hue and his lips swollen from no doubt being kissed and bitten.
All too soon, they grow closer to their releases. Chanyeol tries his best to rock up into Jongdae in his sitting position, one hand braced on the bed behind him while the other grips tight into Jongdae’s hip. The smaller male fucks himself down, clawing at the bed sheets.
“Touch me,” he breathes out, wanton and hot, and Chanyeol is quick to follow the order, his hand coming forward to wrap around Jongdae’s achingly hot flesh.
He jerks it in time with this thrusts and it isn’t long before Jongdae’s spilling all over his first with a broken cry. It’s a magnificent sound, and coupled with the rhythmic clamping and squeezing around Chanyeol’s dick, the rapper doesn’t stand a chance as he releases within Jongdae. The shorter male twitches as he gets filled, but otherwise lets out a content sigh.
With Chanyeol’s help, Jongdae lifts up off his cock and eases back onto the sheets where they lie next to each other. Both of them are sticky and gross, but are way too tired to get up and clean themselves. In fact, they’re rather content with lying next to each other and basking in each other’s presence. Chanyeol can tell that Jongdae’s feeling the weariness of travelling from the way his eyelids are drooping and Chanyeol’s own schedule from today is catching up to him.
And so, with a few muttered words, both of them fall asleep. Completely wrapped around one another.
Chanyeol wakes to his wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. He pulls on them in slight panic, before he makes out movement from between his legs from the corner of his eye. Jongdae looks up at him, complete and utter mischief highlighted in his chocolate brown eyes as he teasingly drags his nail up the length of Chanyeol’s dick, which stands at half-mast and twitches in delighted interest. This causes a full body shudder from Chanyeol, whose gaze then zeroes in on the fact that Jongdae’s back is bare save for the metal piercings on either of his sides, which means-
Chanyeol’s head snaps back to his hands with wide eyes and sees that his restraint is actually Jongdae’s corset ribbon. He then chokes on air when Jongdae descends on his cock, kitten-like lips wrapping tight around the head as Jongdae’s tongue snakes out to flick into the slit. What a way to start the morning, Chanyeol could get used to this.
“I got you something.”
Jongdae abruptly turns to face him, completely naked in the steaming bathroom save for the small excuse of a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.
“Oh?” His eyes are curious and his head is tilted to the side, lips curling upwards at the corners and Chanyeol desperately wants to coo, but he stops himself because Jongdae will definitely kick him in the nuts.
“Yeah, it’s another ribbon thing, for your piercing.”
Jongdae’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline as Chanyeol produces a piece of ribbon for his corset piercing-bright red in colour and gleaming in the light. Chanyeol’s seriously having second thoughts because Jongdae isn’t saying anything, and he’s about to retreat and go have a slight mental breakdown in a corner somewhere-
But then Jongdae’s sweetly smiling face swims into his line of vision, a hand suddenly gripping onto his collar to pull him down into a light kiss. Chanyeol does his best impersonation of a goldfish once released.
“Put it on for me,” Jongdae says simply, before turning to face the mirror, his back to Chanyeol.
There is currently no ribbon threaded through the rings, and so Chanyeol takes a towel and carefully dries the shorter man’s back before beginning to meticulously thread the ribbon through the piercing rings, like one would thread a shoelace though a shoe.
Once he’s done, Jongdae surveys his handiwork in the mirror, seemingly satisfied before he turns back to Chanyeol and laughs outright at his expression.
“Come on,” he says, his hand gripping Chanyeol’s wrist. He tugs the taller man out of the bathroom. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll go out and get you a bizarre piercing.”
Chanyeol has about three seconds before his mind processes what Jongdae just says and he squawks, “What-?!&rdquo