sbs roommate porn dump
Title: house pet
Pairing: park chanyeol/lee dongwook
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: throwaway porn, mostly because of this. 1,678 words.
It's difficult to remember, sometimes, that Chanyeol isn't actually the youngest guy in the house. Kangjoon is a bit of a ditz, to be sure, but he doesn't wear huge hoodies and an endless parade of snapbacks around the house. He doesn't doze off on the sofa without warning, in the middle of a conversation, or follow anyone around like a big puppy. Chanyeol does all of these things, with his big eyes and big grin. He always bends at the knee to hug Dongwook, even though they're the same height, and seems predisposed to being taken care of. His lower lip, when Dongwook had reached out and brushed grease off the corner, had been soft beneath the pad of his thumb.
So it doesn't really come as a surprise that his kisses are the same, sweet and yielding. Chanyeol's lips are chapped but his tongue, when it slides politely across the seam of Dongwook's closed mouth to request entrance, is very warm.
Dongwook had found him dozed off in his bed earlier that morning. Seho was out with Gayeon and Minwoo, buying groceries, and the rest had schedules and other commitments. Soohyun was sleeping. Dongwook came back to the house after brunch with a friend. It had felt odd to be up with nothing to do, now that he was finished with his shooting schedule for Hotel King, and even odder to see Chanyeol actually at the house during the daytime at all, let alone snoozing in Dongwook's bed, bare arm curled around one of the hedgehog pillows.
"Hey," he said, hand curling around the smooth curve of Chanyeol's shoulder and shaking. "Chanyeol."
Chanyeol stirred awake slowly, spine unfurling like a leafy tendril, and gazed up at him sleepily. "Hyung," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting, and then he had propped himself up on an elbow, slid a hand behind Dongwook's neck, and reeled him in to kiss him.
Living in a house with other people after living at home for so long means that a sense of urgency becomes infused in everything Dongwook does. Like this, here, now-even if they start out slow, Chanyeol makes an insistent noise in the back of his throat when they hear a scuttling on the floorboards outside. The hard outline of an erection burns through the fabric of Dongwook's pants as voices wind up from the stairwell. Dongwook hoists Chanyeol up by the arms and bodily walks him into the bathroom, slides the door shut. The latch Chanyeol had made for their bathroom comes in handy.
When Dongwook turns around, Chanyeol is gazing steadily at him, eyes half-lidded, mouth red and swollen. He cards a hand through his messy hair and leans back against the sink, long legs stretched out in front of him.
"What was that for?" Dongwook asks. He touches his own mouth and then makes a vague gesture behind him, toward the other side of the wall, where they'd just been making out in bed like a couple of horny teenagers.
Chanyeol raises his shoulders and lets them drop. "I just wanted to."
Dongwook feels a laugh bubbling up from his chest and tamps it down. "Do you do that often? Act on impulse?"
Chanyeol considers this, tongue flicking over his lips. Dongwook watches the trajectory of the tip before Chanyeol sucks it back in his mouth. "Only when I'm too out of it to control myself," he says. "Or if I want something bad enough."
"I see." Dongwook steps closer, hands braced against the edge of the sink bowl, arms bracketing Chanyeol's skinny waist. Chanyeol leans back and looks up through his bangs. "So which one is it this time?"
"Both," Chanyeol says, and then they're kissing again, the tip of Chanyeol's tongue tickling the roof of Dongwook's mouth, spit-slick lips sliding against each other. Dongwook's leg comes to rest between Chanyeol's, his thigh pressing up against the apex of Chanyeol's crotch, knee nudging Chanyeol's legs apart, brushing against the warm bulge beneath his sweatpants.
Chanyeol sinks down, rutting forward, hands clenching in Dongwook's loose shirt. He breathes out through his nose. Dongwook presses his leg higher just to get Chanyeol on his tiptoes and feels gratified when Chanyeol moans into his mouth, hips rolling for more friction.
"Hyung-" Chanyeol's low voice goes even lower as Dongwook eases a hand past the elastic of his sweats. He's about to wrap his fingers along the length of Chanyeol's erection when the outer door of Dongwook's room slams open. They both freeze, Chanyeol's thighs going rigid around Dongwook's leg.
"Dongwook-hyung," comes Seho's voice, quick and happy. "We brought back your favorite, ox blood soup, where are you-"
"Bathroom," Dongwook calls, conscious of the way Chanyeol's body is shaking with contained laughter. "I'll be out in a minute."
Seho moves off after shuffling around the room for a minute. Chanyeol's grin splits his face into neat halves, teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Dongwook detaches himself for a moment to twist a knob in the shower, waits for warm water to hit his hand before resuming his place, wet hand creeping underneath Chanyeol's tank shirt. "That's such a waste of water, hyung," Chanyeol huffs, but he sounds amused.
"Now you can make all the noise you want," Dongwook points out. He attaches his mouth to Chanyeol's neck, mouth reforming around the bump of his Adam's apple, and smiles when he feels Chanyeol's moan vibrate up from his chest.
Chanyeol, like most young dudes, is pretty easy to please. Just Dongwook's hand on his junk has him panting into Dongwook's neck, lips brushing over his pulse as Dongwook pulls leisurely at his dick. He makes a wounded noise when the tip of Dongwook's thumb drags slowly over the slit, palm massaging the underside of the head, and makes a wild, erratic thrust into Dongwook's hand.
Dongwook kisses him again. Chanyeol sags against the sink, Dongwook's leg and the cage of his arms the only thing holding him upright. His shoulders draw close as Dongwook clenches his fist around the shaft of Chanyeol's cock. Shivers when Dongwook runs his free hand up his chest, thumb brushing over a perky nipple.
Over the rush of water from the shower, he can barely hear it when Chanyeol rasps, "I'm going to come," but he feels the beginning spurts of jizz against his palm and tugs him through it, other hand smoothing back his sweaty bangs, mouth slanting over Chanyeol's. He shudders, legs wobbling, every point of contact with Dongwook vibrating with tension before he goes slack, relaxing in his arms.
As it turns out, Chanyeol is also very eager to please, with this as he is with everything else. Dongwook has seen him at work at the Roommate house, scurrying around as per Sungwoo's directives in the kitchen and diligently hammering locks into all of the bathrooms. This is no different. The minute he comes down from his orgasm, he gathers himself and flips Dongwook around, presses him into the sink, the porcelain digging into the small of Dongwook's back. His hands dive into Dongwook's jeans, past the hem of his boxers, and gently grip his cock. "You know what you're doing, right?" Dongwook asks, mouth twitching, and Chanyeol snorts.
"Trust me, hyung," he says, mouth curving into a big grin again. "I'm a dicksucking pro."
Dongwook's barely registered the words when Chanyeol falls to his knees, a big hand holding his hips back against the sink. There's a low rustle below the water pounding in the shower as Dongwook's pants pool around his ankles. Chanyeol lifts Dongwook's cock out of his boxers and just gazes at it for a minute, tongue skating over his bottom lip, warm puffs of breath cresting over the head of Dongwook's dick.
Dongwook makes a strangled noise and tries to nudge his hips forward. Chanyeol grins up at him before his red mouth sinks down, encasing him in heat. Dongwook tosses his head back, bumps into the mirror over the sink. He sends a bottle of soap flying as his hand lands wrong on the counter. Chanyeol is-really good at this, honestly. Better than he probably ought to be, and Dongwook wonders faintly for a moment where he could have acquired such a skill, before Chanyeol sucks the thought out of his head through his dick.
He can't stop staring at the way his cock disappears into Chanyeol's mouth with each eager bob of his head. His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, and then he's staring up at Dongwook again, smiling around his cock, even as Dongwook's erection hits the back of his throat, even as he chokes a little around the heavy length in his mouth. Jesus, Dongwook thinks, dazed, hand reaching out to pet Chanyeol's hair. Through the steam from the shower he can see the wet shine in Chanyeol's eyes, the tears gathering at the corners. He smoothes it out of his forehead again, feels Chanyeol swallow around his dick, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks as hard as he can, and-
Dongwook bends over and shoots down Chanyeol's throat, fingers clenched in Chanyeol's silky hair. Chanyeol pulls back, after, and wipes his mouth off with a corner of his own tank shirt, looking pleased. "Was it good?" he asks, wide-eyed as ever, and Dongwook just laughs.
Despite their combined best efforts, Chanyeol still looks hopelessly mussed when they emerge from the bathroom and pad down to the kitchen. "Your face is all red and splotchy," Seho notes, scanning Chanyeol with a critical eye. "Were you crying?" He squints at Dongwook. "Were you discussing-you know-the thing?"
Chanyeol sends him a bewildered look, and then slants a glance at Dongwook, who shrugs. Seho could be referring to one of many things, including EXO's new status as an eleven-member boy band, or even Baekhyun's dating scandal. Either way-"Yeah," Dongwook says, trying very hard not to laugh. He dips a spoon in the ox blood soup and takes a long sip. "That's exactly what we were talking about."
fin
Title: wake up call
Pairing: park chanyeol/shin sungwoo
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sequel of sorts to this, gratuitous sleepy morning sex ft. pcy and ssw. inspired by this and this. 2,412 words.
These days, Chanyeol can't even remember the last song he set as his phone alarm's ringtone. It isn't what wakes him up anymore. Instead of A$AP Rocky or Kendrick Lamar blasting in his ear, he gets the smooth press of someone else's palm against the crown of his head, strong fingers sliding through his hair, blunt nails scratching against the roots. Chanyeol's very own scalp masseur.
"Chanyeol," Sungwoo says, low voice slicing through the drowsy haze in his head. "Time to get up."
Chanyeol wrinkles his nose when he feels a bit of water trickle onto his nose. When he opens his eyes, a mug's floating above his nose, condensation trickling down the side. "Hyung?" He sits up, wincing at the twinge in his abdomen, and Sungwoo's face swims into focus. Chanyeol accepts the cup of water, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. "Thanks."
Sungwoo's other hand is still in his hair, playing with the dark strands. The stylists had dyed it back to a more normal color some weeks ago, and it still feels a little crisp. Unhealthy hair: one of the hallmark pillars of idoldom. "When do you have to leave, today?" Sungwoo asks, the edge of the mattress sinking as he sits, his back warm and solid against Chanyeol's calf.
The clock on the wall says ten past seven in the morning. He hadn't gotten in until four the previous night. Chanyeol takes another sip of water and shakes the cobwebs out of his mind to try to remember. There isn't much, admittedly. Overdose promotions are over, and the only individual schedule Chanyeol has had to worry about lately has been this variety show. The next Lost Planet concert isn't until the weekend. The only thing he can think of is dance practice, and that isn't until-"After lunch," he says finally, and his stomach does a slow flipturn when Sungwoo smiles.
"So you're free, then," Sungwoo says.
Chanyeol straightens up, blinking slowly. "Yeah," he says. "I guess I am."
After Sungwoo disconnects the cameras, they shuffle into the bathroom together. It's the only place in the house with enough privacy that they can do whatever they want, especially before most of the others are awake. Chanyeol brushes his teeth and nearly droops into the mirror before Sungwoo shakes him awake again. He's already undressed for the shower, the hot spray inside starting to fog up all the glass. Chanyeol pulls his tank shirt over his head and does a full body stretch to work out the kinks in his back. He tugs his sweats down with his boxers and takes a piss, shakes his dick off, before stepping into the shower after Sungwoo.
Chanyeol likes his bandmates. Living with them isn't so bad, either. He doesn't mind doing household work; he'd rather do it well himself than have someone else halfass it before Chanyeol takes it upon himself to do it again anyway. But something about being one of the maknaes in the Roommate house gives him an added sense of security. Like the weight of burden is lifted off his shoulders. There are older people around: actual adults who have lived on their own and know what they're doing and can cut him a bit of slack when he's trying to sleep off 20-hour practice schedules at the SM Building or three nights of back-to-back concerts on their tour. Sungwoo's ubiquity in the Roommate house makes him feel comfortable. Safe. Protected.
Even here, in the shower, exhausted and sleepy, Sungwoo's more than happy to take care of him. Chanyeol cranes his head into the hands working shampoo into his hair. The stylists do this for him often enough, especially when they're dyeing his hair a ridiculous color, but something about Sungwoo's hands loosens all the knots in Chanyeol's shoulders. He closes his eyes as Sungwoo nudges him beneath the spray of water again to rinse his hair out, head falling forward to lean against the cool bathroom tile. There's the sound of the conditioner uncapping.
But the next hand that touches him isn't on his head, or the back of his neck, but reaching around to grab at his crotch instead. Chanyeol hisses between his teeth. Not conditioner, then, but the half-used bottle of lube sitting next to it. Sungwoo's hand moves slow and sure against Chanyeol's soft cock, pulling firmly, until it stiffens against his warm palm and Chanyeol can't help but rock into it.
His head spins, goes a little fuzzy around the edges as all the blood trickles down to crotch. Everything is so slow and hazy and warm that it's difficult to focus, still-at least on anything that isn't the hand on his dick or the water from the showerhead beating down from above. Sungwoo moves in closer and cages him against the wall, the shower knobs nudging against Chanyeol's diaghragm with every shallow breath that he takes.
"You okay?" comes Sungwoo's voice through the steady drum of water.
"Yeah," Chanyeol says, and pushes back, his ass aligning with Sungwoo's cock. "Feels good. Great. Perfect."
Sungwoo laughs lowly and keeps stroking Chanyeol's dick, thick fingers twisting around the shaft and down to bump against his balls. Chanyeol exhales shakily, trying to stop the tingle of pleasure from spiraling up his legs too fast, but it's too good even with how much time Sungwoo's taking in between each stroke, and Chanyeol comes all over the tiles, hot breath trapped in his chest, one hand clenching around Sungwoo's wrist. He glances down and watches the water wash his jizz away, sparks flashing behind his eyes.
Sungwoo removes his hand, but he asks, "Up for another?"
Chanyeol's stomach jumps again. "Let me catch my breath first," he says.
Sungwoo hums his agreement. Over his shoulder Chanyeol watches him bend over to rummage for the actual conditioner this time. He lets it set in his own hair and scrubs body wash onto his own skin first, props Chanyeol up against the glass on the other side of the stall as he washes everything out. Left to his own devices, Chanyeol almost lets the lethargy of post-orgasmic bliss overtake him. A mild pinch on his neck pulls him back from sleep. "Your turn," Sungwoo says, mouth twitching with amusement. He drizzles body wash over Chanyeol's loofah and proceeds to give him a systematic full-body scrub, suds everywhere, skin tingling with satisfaction with every brush of the sponge.
Sungwoo shuffles him under the spray. This time, Chanyeol turns, back to the wall, and reaches down to leisurely tug at Sungwoo's half-hard cock. Sungwoo lets him jack him off to full hardness and then flips a foil packet out from beneath the bottle of lube, rolls a condom on and presses Chanyeol into the glass.
"Don't fall asleep on me again," Sungwoo warns, and there's a steel-like quality in his voice that makes Chanyeol's eyes widen.
"Yes, hyung," Chanyeol says. The next moment he's groaning quietly as Sungwoo slides inside him, big and broad and inexorable, filling him up from below. Chanyeol rises on his toes and drops his head forward onto Sungwoo's shoulder. Sungwoo murmurs little nothings into his ear as he fucks into him, quiet reassurances, like Chanyeol needs the coaxing.
He doesn't need it. But he does enjoy it, all the lavished attention, the feeling of being the only person in the world that Sungwoo is thinking about. Sungwoo's hands grip Chanyeol's waist for better leverage. His lips trail down from his ear to mouth at Chanyeol's neck, pinpricks of his five o'clock shadow scratching against the soft skin there. He can feel his own dick coming to life again. Sungwoo bends him back against the shower spouts, and Chanyeol sputters. When he shifts, Chanyeol's heel hits a patch of slippery suds. He nearly brings both of them down on the linoleum tile, but Sungwoo manages to keep them both upright, the muscles in his arms rippling beneath his skin. Chanyeol brushes his mouth against Sungwoo's shoulder and grinds down against his dick, trying to swallow him deeper, pleasure building deep in his abdomen and spreading out to his limbs, too, the heavy, full feeling reaching all the way up to the tips of his ears.
He sighs, rocks down into it, and comes again, striping Sungwoo's chest and stomach.
"Did I say you could come?" Sungwoo asks, but there's no heat in it. He runs a finger through the mess, other hand curving around Chanyeol's hip, and slams twice more up into him, hard and fast so tears prick at Chanyeol's eyes, and then he comes, too, torso tense and rigid, arms shaking around Chanyeol.
This time, Chanyeol's the one who soaps Sungwoo up. It's the least he can do after everything Sungwoo's done for him since he woke up this morning, and technically, it is his fault that he's dirty again. He runs the loofah down Sungwoo's chest before turning him around and scrubbing at the broad, lean expanse of his back, and if it's too hard or too soft, Sungwoo doesn't complain.
After they're dressed again, they head downstairs and make breakfast together for the others, steamed egg and ox bone soup and leftover bean sprouts from the previous night's dinner. It's a pretty slow morning at the house, and when Chanyeol heads out for practice, Sungwoo walks him to the door. "Have fun," he says, a grin on his face, waving as Chanyeol hops down the stairs. "Don't get into too much trouble."
"See you in the morning," Chanyeol says, and goes.
The nature of the idol schedule beast means he doesn't pull up outside the house again until 3AM. They've been running the same choreography for virtually every single concert, but fiddling with the ments and who sings which part for the ones in China means they have to be up listening to people talk about concert plans until the wee hours of the morning.
Sungwoo's already asleep when Chanyeol creeps in. He accidentally knocks the guitar off its stand but swoops down and catches the bridge before it clatters against the floor. In the closet, he sags against the wall as he pulls his jeans and jacket off, dumps them in the laundry hamper before trudging to his bed. He's out like a light before he even hits the mattress.
"Chanyeol," someone's saying, sounding very tickled. "Wake up."
"Wuz happenin'?" Chanyeol croaks, rearing his head. It takes him a minute to realize that these are definitely not his sheets, and there is definitely someone else in bed with him. In Sungwoo's bed. With him. "Oh, shit," he mutters, trying to get up, disentangle himself from the bedclothes. "Sorry, hyung, I didn't realize-"
"You were humping my leg in your sleep," Sungwoo remarks, curling a loose arm over Chanyeol's waist, and Chanyeol forgoes trying to escape in favor of smashing his face into Sungwoo's pillow, cheeks burning with mortification.
"Jesus," he rasps, shaking his head. Before he can lift his head again, a hand has rustled his way into Chanyeol's boxers, pulling at his morning wood, and Chanyeol lets out an embarrassing whine as his hips buck into the firm grip. It doesn't take him long at all to come, Sungwoo's hands pulling him to completion with the easy deftness of someone who's been doing this for years and knows exactly what people like.
Chanyeol feels his entire body flush as he raises his head and catches the way Sungwoo's looking at him, half-amused and half-fond. "Better?" he asks, face crinkling as he smiles.
"In some ways," Chanyeol grumbles. He picks at the stickiness of his boxers and sighs.
Sungwoo cages him in the shower stall and fucks him silly again, so long and so hard that Chanyeol can still feel it later on, when he's swallowing lunch at the SM building and squirming around in the practice room during their rest breaks. Kyungsoo holds a hand against Chanyeol's leg and sends him a quelling look.
It kind of sucks that he keeps waking up with these raging boners, regardless of where he happens to be on a certain day. It's like Sungwoo's trained him to react like this, a Pavlovian response to waking up in the morning and always finding Sungwoo there, ready to steer him into the bathroom and give Chanyeol what he wants. What he's beginning to need.
Two mornings later he walks in on Baekhyun in the hotel bathroom in Changsha. Chanyeol's dick is hard as a rock, poking out of the slit in his boxers. "Keep it in your pants, dude," Baekhyun mumbles sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. "No one needs to see that shit."
"Get out and let me do something about it," Chanyeol says, and swats at Baekhyun's shoulder when Baekhyun sticks his tongue out.
He starts the shower up, and just the sound of it has his heart pounding in his chest. Fuck, he thinks, pressing down on his cock to relieve a bit of the ache. Inside the stall, he closes his eyes as he dumps the last of the shower gel over his shoulder, pretends the hands he's running over his own body are Sungwoo's, the fingerpads rough and calloused, his palm warm against the knobs of Chanyeol's spine. There's no conditioner, and there's no Sungwoo, but Chanyeol still slicks his fingers up with spit and nudges at the rim of his asshole, clenches hard around his own hand. It's not nearly enough, and it's nothing like Sungwoo's sure, steady hand-but when Chanyeol bends over against the glass and rubs his fingertips along his prostate, thinks about the way Sungwoo had looked down at him with cloudy eyes the first time Chanyeol had given him a blowjob, he shoots his entire load in one go.
"We missed you, oppa," Gayeon says, when Chanyeol comes back three days later, gifts from China in tow. "Seho's parents brought more food, those fish cakes you liked so much."
Later, in their room, Chanyeol asks, "Did you miss me too, hyung?"
"Only in some ways," Sungwoo says drily, and laughs at the petulant expression that crosses Chanyeol's face.
fin
Pairing: park chanyeol/lee dongwook
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: throwaway porn, mostly because of this. 1,678 words.
It's difficult to remember, sometimes, that Chanyeol isn't actually the youngest guy in the house. Kangjoon is a bit of a ditz, to be sure, but he doesn't wear huge hoodies and an endless parade of snapbacks around the house. He doesn't doze off on the sofa without warning, in the middle of a conversation, or follow anyone around like a big puppy. Chanyeol does all of these things, with his big eyes and big grin. He always bends at the knee to hug Dongwook, even though they're the same height, and seems predisposed to being taken care of. His lower lip, when Dongwook had reached out and brushed grease off the corner, had been soft beneath the pad of his thumb.
So it doesn't really come as a surprise that his kisses are the same, sweet and yielding. Chanyeol's lips are chapped but his tongue, when it slides politely across the seam of Dongwook's closed mouth to request entrance, is very warm.
Dongwook had found him dozed off in his bed earlier that morning. Seho was out with Gayeon and Minwoo, buying groceries, and the rest had schedules and other commitments. Soohyun was sleeping. Dongwook came back to the house after brunch with a friend. It had felt odd to be up with nothing to do, now that he was finished with his shooting schedule for Hotel King, and even odder to see Chanyeol actually at the house during the daytime at all, let alone snoozing in Dongwook's bed, bare arm curled around one of the hedgehog pillows.
"Hey," he said, hand curling around the smooth curve of Chanyeol's shoulder and shaking. "Chanyeol."
Chanyeol stirred awake slowly, spine unfurling like a leafy tendril, and gazed up at him sleepily. "Hyung," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting, and then he had propped himself up on an elbow, slid a hand behind Dongwook's neck, and reeled him in to kiss him.
Living in a house with other people after living at home for so long means that a sense of urgency becomes infused in everything Dongwook does. Like this, here, now-even if they start out slow, Chanyeol makes an insistent noise in the back of his throat when they hear a scuttling on the floorboards outside. The hard outline of an erection burns through the fabric of Dongwook's pants as voices wind up from the stairwell. Dongwook hoists Chanyeol up by the arms and bodily walks him into the bathroom, slides the door shut. The latch Chanyeol had made for their bathroom comes in handy.
When Dongwook turns around, Chanyeol is gazing steadily at him, eyes half-lidded, mouth red and swollen. He cards a hand through his messy hair and leans back against the sink, long legs stretched out in front of him.
"What was that for?" Dongwook asks. He touches his own mouth and then makes a vague gesture behind him, toward the other side of the wall, where they'd just been making out in bed like a couple of horny teenagers.
Chanyeol raises his shoulders and lets them drop. "I just wanted to."
Dongwook feels a laugh bubbling up from his chest and tamps it down. "Do you do that often? Act on impulse?"
Chanyeol considers this, tongue flicking over his lips. Dongwook watches the trajectory of the tip before Chanyeol sucks it back in his mouth. "Only when I'm too out of it to control myself," he says. "Or if I want something bad enough."
"I see." Dongwook steps closer, hands braced against the edge of the sink bowl, arms bracketing Chanyeol's skinny waist. Chanyeol leans back and looks up through his bangs. "So which one is it this time?"
"Both," Chanyeol says, and then they're kissing again, the tip of Chanyeol's tongue tickling the roof of Dongwook's mouth, spit-slick lips sliding against each other. Dongwook's leg comes to rest between Chanyeol's, his thigh pressing up against the apex of Chanyeol's crotch, knee nudging Chanyeol's legs apart, brushing against the warm bulge beneath his sweatpants.
Chanyeol sinks down, rutting forward, hands clenching in Dongwook's loose shirt. He breathes out through his nose. Dongwook presses his leg higher just to get Chanyeol on his tiptoes and feels gratified when Chanyeol moans into his mouth, hips rolling for more friction.
"Hyung-" Chanyeol's low voice goes even lower as Dongwook eases a hand past the elastic of his sweats. He's about to wrap his fingers along the length of Chanyeol's erection when the outer door of Dongwook's room slams open. They both freeze, Chanyeol's thighs going rigid around Dongwook's leg.
"Dongwook-hyung," comes Seho's voice, quick and happy. "We brought back your favorite, ox blood soup, where are you-"
"Bathroom," Dongwook calls, conscious of the way Chanyeol's body is shaking with contained laughter. "I'll be out in a minute."
Seho moves off after shuffling around the room for a minute. Chanyeol's grin splits his face into neat halves, teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Dongwook detaches himself for a moment to twist a knob in the shower, waits for warm water to hit his hand before resuming his place, wet hand creeping underneath Chanyeol's tank shirt. "That's such a waste of water, hyung," Chanyeol huffs, but he sounds amused.
"Now you can make all the noise you want," Dongwook points out. He attaches his mouth to Chanyeol's neck, mouth reforming around the bump of his Adam's apple, and smiles when he feels Chanyeol's moan vibrate up from his chest.
Chanyeol, like most young dudes, is pretty easy to please. Just Dongwook's hand on his junk has him panting into Dongwook's neck, lips brushing over his pulse as Dongwook pulls leisurely at his dick. He makes a wounded noise when the tip of Dongwook's thumb drags slowly over the slit, palm massaging the underside of the head, and makes a wild, erratic thrust into Dongwook's hand.
Dongwook kisses him again. Chanyeol sags against the sink, Dongwook's leg and the cage of his arms the only thing holding him upright. His shoulders draw close as Dongwook clenches his fist around the shaft of Chanyeol's cock. Shivers when Dongwook runs his free hand up his chest, thumb brushing over a perky nipple.
Over the rush of water from the shower, he can barely hear it when Chanyeol rasps, "I'm going to come," but he feels the beginning spurts of jizz against his palm and tugs him through it, other hand smoothing back his sweaty bangs, mouth slanting over Chanyeol's. He shudders, legs wobbling, every point of contact with Dongwook vibrating with tension before he goes slack, relaxing in his arms.
As it turns out, Chanyeol is also very eager to please, with this as he is with everything else. Dongwook has seen him at work at the Roommate house, scurrying around as per Sungwoo's directives in the kitchen and diligently hammering locks into all of the bathrooms. This is no different. The minute he comes down from his orgasm, he gathers himself and flips Dongwook around, presses him into the sink, the porcelain digging into the small of Dongwook's back. His hands dive into Dongwook's jeans, past the hem of his boxers, and gently grip his cock. "You know what you're doing, right?" Dongwook asks, mouth twitching, and Chanyeol snorts.
"Trust me, hyung," he says, mouth curving into a big grin again. "I'm a dicksucking pro."
Dongwook's barely registered the words when Chanyeol falls to his knees, a big hand holding his hips back against the sink. There's a low rustle below the water pounding in the shower as Dongwook's pants pool around his ankles. Chanyeol lifts Dongwook's cock out of his boxers and just gazes at it for a minute, tongue skating over his bottom lip, warm puffs of breath cresting over the head of Dongwook's dick.
Dongwook makes a strangled noise and tries to nudge his hips forward. Chanyeol grins up at him before his red mouth sinks down, encasing him in heat. Dongwook tosses his head back, bumps into the mirror over the sink. He sends a bottle of soap flying as his hand lands wrong on the counter. Chanyeol is-really good at this, honestly. Better than he probably ought to be, and Dongwook wonders faintly for a moment where he could have acquired such a skill, before Chanyeol sucks the thought out of his head through his dick.
He can't stop staring at the way his cock disappears into Chanyeol's mouth with each eager bob of his head. His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, and then he's staring up at Dongwook again, smiling around his cock, even as Dongwook's erection hits the back of his throat, even as he chokes a little around the heavy length in his mouth. Jesus, Dongwook thinks, dazed, hand reaching out to pet Chanyeol's hair. Through the steam from the shower he can see the wet shine in Chanyeol's eyes, the tears gathering at the corners. He smoothes it out of his forehead again, feels Chanyeol swallow around his dick, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks as hard as he can, and-
Dongwook bends over and shoots down Chanyeol's throat, fingers clenched in Chanyeol's silky hair. Chanyeol pulls back, after, and wipes his mouth off with a corner of his own tank shirt, looking pleased. "Was it good?" he asks, wide-eyed as ever, and Dongwook just laughs.
Despite their combined best efforts, Chanyeol still looks hopelessly mussed when they emerge from the bathroom and pad down to the kitchen. "Your face is all red and splotchy," Seho notes, scanning Chanyeol with a critical eye. "Were you crying?" He squints at Dongwook. "Were you discussing-you know-the thing?"
Chanyeol sends him a bewildered look, and then slants a glance at Dongwook, who shrugs. Seho could be referring to one of many things, including EXO's new status as an eleven-member boy band, or even Baekhyun's dating scandal. Either way-"Yeah," Dongwook says, trying very hard not to laugh. He dips a spoon in the ox blood soup and takes a long sip. "That's exactly what we were talking about."
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Title: wake up call
Pairing: park chanyeol/shin sungwoo
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sequel of sorts to this, gratuitous sleepy morning sex ft. pcy and ssw. inspired by this and this. 2,412 words.
These days, Chanyeol can't even remember the last song he set as his phone alarm's ringtone. It isn't what wakes him up anymore. Instead of A$AP Rocky or Kendrick Lamar blasting in his ear, he gets the smooth press of someone else's palm against the crown of his head, strong fingers sliding through his hair, blunt nails scratching against the roots. Chanyeol's very own scalp masseur.
"Chanyeol," Sungwoo says, low voice slicing through the drowsy haze in his head. "Time to get up."
Chanyeol wrinkles his nose when he feels a bit of water trickle onto his nose. When he opens his eyes, a mug's floating above his nose, condensation trickling down the side. "Hyung?" He sits up, wincing at the twinge in his abdomen, and Sungwoo's face swims into focus. Chanyeol accepts the cup of water, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. "Thanks."
Sungwoo's other hand is still in his hair, playing with the dark strands. The stylists had dyed it back to a more normal color some weeks ago, and it still feels a little crisp. Unhealthy hair: one of the hallmark pillars of idoldom. "When do you have to leave, today?" Sungwoo asks, the edge of the mattress sinking as he sits, his back warm and solid against Chanyeol's calf.
The clock on the wall says ten past seven in the morning. He hadn't gotten in until four the previous night. Chanyeol takes another sip of water and shakes the cobwebs out of his mind to try to remember. There isn't much, admittedly. Overdose promotions are over, and the only individual schedule Chanyeol has had to worry about lately has been this variety show. The next Lost Planet concert isn't until the weekend. The only thing he can think of is dance practice, and that isn't until-"After lunch," he says finally, and his stomach does a slow flipturn when Sungwoo smiles.
"So you're free, then," Sungwoo says.
Chanyeol straightens up, blinking slowly. "Yeah," he says. "I guess I am."
After Sungwoo disconnects the cameras, they shuffle into the bathroom together. It's the only place in the house with enough privacy that they can do whatever they want, especially before most of the others are awake. Chanyeol brushes his teeth and nearly droops into the mirror before Sungwoo shakes him awake again. He's already undressed for the shower, the hot spray inside starting to fog up all the glass. Chanyeol pulls his tank shirt over his head and does a full body stretch to work out the kinks in his back. He tugs his sweats down with his boxers and takes a piss, shakes his dick off, before stepping into the shower after Sungwoo.
Chanyeol likes his bandmates. Living with them isn't so bad, either. He doesn't mind doing household work; he'd rather do it well himself than have someone else halfass it before Chanyeol takes it upon himself to do it again anyway. But something about being one of the maknaes in the Roommate house gives him an added sense of security. Like the weight of burden is lifted off his shoulders. There are older people around: actual adults who have lived on their own and know what they're doing and can cut him a bit of slack when he's trying to sleep off 20-hour practice schedules at the SM Building or three nights of back-to-back concerts on their tour. Sungwoo's ubiquity in the Roommate house makes him feel comfortable. Safe. Protected.
Even here, in the shower, exhausted and sleepy, Sungwoo's more than happy to take care of him. Chanyeol cranes his head into the hands working shampoo into his hair. The stylists do this for him often enough, especially when they're dyeing his hair a ridiculous color, but something about Sungwoo's hands loosens all the knots in Chanyeol's shoulders. He closes his eyes as Sungwoo nudges him beneath the spray of water again to rinse his hair out, head falling forward to lean against the cool bathroom tile. There's the sound of the conditioner uncapping.
But the next hand that touches him isn't on his head, or the back of his neck, but reaching around to grab at his crotch instead. Chanyeol hisses between his teeth. Not conditioner, then, but the half-used bottle of lube sitting next to it. Sungwoo's hand moves slow and sure against Chanyeol's soft cock, pulling firmly, until it stiffens against his warm palm and Chanyeol can't help but rock into it.
His head spins, goes a little fuzzy around the edges as all the blood trickles down to crotch. Everything is so slow and hazy and warm that it's difficult to focus, still-at least on anything that isn't the hand on his dick or the water from the showerhead beating down from above. Sungwoo moves in closer and cages him against the wall, the shower knobs nudging against Chanyeol's diaghragm with every shallow breath that he takes.
"You okay?" comes Sungwoo's voice through the steady drum of water.
"Yeah," Chanyeol says, and pushes back, his ass aligning with Sungwoo's cock. "Feels good. Great. Perfect."
Sungwoo laughs lowly and keeps stroking Chanyeol's dick, thick fingers twisting around the shaft and down to bump against his balls. Chanyeol exhales shakily, trying to stop the tingle of pleasure from spiraling up his legs too fast, but it's too good even with how much time Sungwoo's taking in between each stroke, and Chanyeol comes all over the tiles, hot breath trapped in his chest, one hand clenching around Sungwoo's wrist. He glances down and watches the water wash his jizz away, sparks flashing behind his eyes.
Sungwoo removes his hand, but he asks, "Up for another?"
Chanyeol's stomach jumps again. "Let me catch my breath first," he says.
Sungwoo hums his agreement. Over his shoulder Chanyeol watches him bend over to rummage for the actual conditioner this time. He lets it set in his own hair and scrubs body wash onto his own skin first, props Chanyeol up against the glass on the other side of the stall as he washes everything out. Left to his own devices, Chanyeol almost lets the lethargy of post-orgasmic bliss overtake him. A mild pinch on his neck pulls him back from sleep. "Your turn," Sungwoo says, mouth twitching with amusement. He drizzles body wash over Chanyeol's loofah and proceeds to give him a systematic full-body scrub, suds everywhere, skin tingling with satisfaction with every brush of the sponge.
Sungwoo shuffles him under the spray. This time, Chanyeol turns, back to the wall, and reaches down to leisurely tug at Sungwoo's half-hard cock. Sungwoo lets him jack him off to full hardness and then flips a foil packet out from beneath the bottle of lube, rolls a condom on and presses Chanyeol into the glass.
"Don't fall asleep on me again," Sungwoo warns, and there's a steel-like quality in his voice that makes Chanyeol's eyes widen.
"Yes, hyung," Chanyeol says. The next moment he's groaning quietly as Sungwoo slides inside him, big and broad and inexorable, filling him up from below. Chanyeol rises on his toes and drops his head forward onto Sungwoo's shoulder. Sungwoo murmurs little nothings into his ear as he fucks into him, quiet reassurances, like Chanyeol needs the coaxing.
He doesn't need it. But he does enjoy it, all the lavished attention, the feeling of being the only person in the world that Sungwoo is thinking about. Sungwoo's hands grip Chanyeol's waist for better leverage. His lips trail down from his ear to mouth at Chanyeol's neck, pinpricks of his five o'clock shadow scratching against the soft skin there. He can feel his own dick coming to life again. Sungwoo bends him back against the shower spouts, and Chanyeol sputters. When he shifts, Chanyeol's heel hits a patch of slippery suds. He nearly brings both of them down on the linoleum tile, but Sungwoo manages to keep them both upright, the muscles in his arms rippling beneath his skin. Chanyeol brushes his mouth against Sungwoo's shoulder and grinds down against his dick, trying to swallow him deeper, pleasure building deep in his abdomen and spreading out to his limbs, too, the heavy, full feeling reaching all the way up to the tips of his ears.
He sighs, rocks down into it, and comes again, striping Sungwoo's chest and stomach.
"Did I say you could come?" Sungwoo asks, but there's no heat in it. He runs a finger through the mess, other hand curving around Chanyeol's hip, and slams twice more up into him, hard and fast so tears prick at Chanyeol's eyes, and then he comes, too, torso tense and rigid, arms shaking around Chanyeol.
This time, Chanyeol's the one who soaps Sungwoo up. It's the least he can do after everything Sungwoo's done for him since he woke up this morning, and technically, it is his fault that he's dirty again. He runs the loofah down Sungwoo's chest before turning him around and scrubbing at the broad, lean expanse of his back, and if it's too hard or too soft, Sungwoo doesn't complain.
After they're dressed again, they head downstairs and make breakfast together for the others, steamed egg and ox bone soup and leftover bean sprouts from the previous night's dinner. It's a pretty slow morning at the house, and when Chanyeol heads out for practice, Sungwoo walks him to the door. "Have fun," he says, a grin on his face, waving as Chanyeol hops down the stairs. "Don't get into too much trouble."
"See you in the morning," Chanyeol says, and goes.
The nature of the idol schedule beast means he doesn't pull up outside the house again until 3AM. They've been running the same choreography for virtually every single concert, but fiddling with the ments and who sings which part for the ones in China means they have to be up listening to people talk about concert plans until the wee hours of the morning.
Sungwoo's already asleep when Chanyeol creeps in. He accidentally knocks the guitar off its stand but swoops down and catches the bridge before it clatters against the floor. In the closet, he sags against the wall as he pulls his jeans and jacket off, dumps them in the laundry hamper before trudging to his bed. He's out like a light before he even hits the mattress.
"Chanyeol," someone's saying, sounding very tickled. "Wake up."
"Wuz happenin'?" Chanyeol croaks, rearing his head. It takes him a minute to realize that these are definitely not his sheets, and there is definitely someone else in bed with him. In Sungwoo's bed. With him. "Oh, shit," he mutters, trying to get up, disentangle himself from the bedclothes. "Sorry, hyung, I didn't realize-"
"You were humping my leg in your sleep," Sungwoo remarks, curling a loose arm over Chanyeol's waist, and Chanyeol forgoes trying to escape in favor of smashing his face into Sungwoo's pillow, cheeks burning with mortification.
"Jesus," he rasps, shaking his head. Before he can lift his head again, a hand has rustled his way into Chanyeol's boxers, pulling at his morning wood, and Chanyeol lets out an embarrassing whine as his hips buck into the firm grip. It doesn't take him long at all to come, Sungwoo's hands pulling him to completion with the easy deftness of someone who's been doing this for years and knows exactly what people like.
Chanyeol feels his entire body flush as he raises his head and catches the way Sungwoo's looking at him, half-amused and half-fond. "Better?" he asks, face crinkling as he smiles.
"In some ways," Chanyeol grumbles. He picks at the stickiness of his boxers and sighs.
Sungwoo cages him in the shower stall and fucks him silly again, so long and so hard that Chanyeol can still feel it later on, when he's swallowing lunch at the SM building and squirming around in the practice room during their rest breaks. Kyungsoo holds a hand against Chanyeol's leg and sends him a quelling look.
It kind of sucks that he keeps waking up with these raging boners, regardless of where he happens to be on a certain day. It's like Sungwoo's trained him to react like this, a Pavlovian response to waking up in the morning and always finding Sungwoo there, ready to steer him into the bathroom and give Chanyeol what he wants. What he's beginning to need.
Two mornings later he walks in on Baekhyun in the hotel bathroom in Changsha. Chanyeol's dick is hard as a rock, poking out of the slit in his boxers. "Keep it in your pants, dude," Baekhyun mumbles sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. "No one needs to see that shit."
"Get out and let me do something about it," Chanyeol says, and swats at Baekhyun's shoulder when Baekhyun sticks his tongue out.
He starts the shower up, and just the sound of it has his heart pounding in his chest. Fuck, he thinks, pressing down on his cock to relieve a bit of the ache. Inside the stall, he closes his eyes as he dumps the last of the shower gel over his shoulder, pretends the hands he's running over his own body are Sungwoo's, the fingerpads rough and calloused, his palm warm against the knobs of Chanyeol's spine. There's no conditioner, and there's no Sungwoo, but Chanyeol still slicks his fingers up with spit and nudges at the rim of his asshole, clenches hard around his own hand. It's not nearly enough, and it's nothing like Sungwoo's sure, steady hand-but when Chanyeol bends over against the glass and rubs his fingertips along his prostate, thinks about the way Sungwoo had looked down at him with cloudy eyes the first time Chanyeol had given him a blowjob, he shoots his entire load in one go.
"We missed you, oppa," Gayeon says, when Chanyeol comes back three days later, gifts from China in tow. "Seho's parents brought more food, those fish cakes you liked so much."
Later, in their room, Chanyeol asks, "Did you miss me too, hyung?"
"Only in some ways," Sungwoo says drily, and laughs at the petulant expression that crosses Chanyeol's face.
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