RECREATION IN MOTION for ☆EVERYONE
For: ☆EVERYONE
Title: Recreation in Motion
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): PWP but without an actual plot ;u;
Length: ~2800w
Summary: Chanyeol and Baekhyun film a porno AKA Chanyeol and his million and one ideas and Baekhyun somehow swept along for the ride.
Author's note: I am so very sorry if this is not what you had in mind TuT I hope you are okay with plotless porn because plotless porn is exactly what this is.
“I don’t know,” Baekhyun stares anxiously as Chanyeol stands, looms, before him at the foot of the bed, beloved camera glued to his hands as if it were a fixed part of his body. “I really don’t know how I feel about this.”
“Just relax,” Chanyeol hums in reassurance, still twiddling with this button and that, some setting or other, touching gently as he would caress the skin of a lover. “We already talked about this, remember? It’s gonna be fine.”
They did, Chanyeol is right. But Baekhyun still has to fight down the sudden urge to crawl across the mattress and grab the stupid camera to hurl it at the wall. Instead, Baekhyun’s fingers find purchase in the expensive linens, burying claw-like fingers into the sheets to prevent his hands from doing costly damage.
The luxurious, heavenly soft blankets beneath him do nothing in the way of soothing his jittery nerves, and Baekhyun finds himself wondering, not for the first time, how he’d even allowed Chanyeol to talk him into this mess.
Because, sometimes, Chanyeol has ideas.
And once these ideas firmly take root in Chanyeol’s mind, at the best of times, it is near impossible to sway him from his single-minded track towards fulfilling whatever ludicrous plan he has to offer. And more often than not, Baekhyun somehow finds himself swept along for the bumpy ride, never really offered the option to accept or refuse in his participation.
Like that one summer in Osaka… with one too many shots of alcohol, and a one legged cross dresser and her (his?) pet monkey. But that’s a story for another time.
More recently, however, Chanyeol had started to become fixated with filming and directing, camera attached to his hand no matter what schedule or concert they are scheduled for.
And Baekhyun is somewhat grateful that Chanyeol has managed to find a more independent hobby, allowing him time to spend for himself, pursue his own leisure activities and whatnot.
But true to every other absurd idea Chanyeol manages to dream up, Baekhyun finds himself hauled along for the ride.
“Chanyeol, it’s fucking staring at me,” Baekhyun whines, arms tightening over the white hotel robe wrapped around his otherwise naked body.
“Well, duh, it’s a camera,” Chanyeol doesn’t even bother to glance, still tinkering with the buttons.
“Rude,” Baekhyun huffs. “You look like a creeper with that thing. Like a stalker. Stalking.”
Chanyeol briefly tears his attention away from the camera, steady gaze holding Baekhyun’s eyes.
“Come on, this is nothing new,” Chanyeol smiles, head tilting to the side. “You should be used to the spotlight by now. Calm down, relax. You’ll be fine.”
“Totally not the same thing,” Baekhyun mutters under his breath.
The terry cloth rubs harshly against his skin, and Baekhyun pinches out puffs of the cloth as Chanyeol returns back to the camera and presses a final button. The camera begins to roll, a pulsing red light blinking at him like an evil little eye, watching, staring, making Baekhyun’s skin crawl.
Chanyeol slowly slides onto the mattress on his knees, his own predatory look sparkling in his eyes as he turns his gaze on Baekhyun’s somewhat agitated face.
“I change my mind,” Baekhyun crosses his arms and points his nose away in the air.
A high pitched, unmanly yelp escapes through Baekhyun’s lips as his back suddenly collides against the mattress, Chanyeol’s large warm hand encircling his upper thigh and dragging Baekhyun down the length of the bed, the white robe hitching up his thighs and bunching around his waist.
Chanyeol laughs, and Baekhyun struggles to kick him in the stomach.
“That’s not funny,” Baekhyun grabs the hem of his robe as he yanks and tries to shimmy it back down. “And I’m not doing this.”
“Aw come on,” Chanyeol drops Baekhyun’s thigh, camera trained on Baekhyun’s face. Chanyeol hovers over Baekhyun’s body, an amused smile playing across his lips. “Do it for the vine.”
“Oh my god,” Baekhyun is unable to help the snort, rolling his eyes as he flattens his palms against Chanyeol’s chest and gives an almighty shove. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the spirit!” Chanyeol ignores Baekhyun’s weak attempts at pushing him away, placing a light kiss on the tip of Baekhyun’s nose. “That’s exactly what I want you to be doing.”
“Ugh, you’re gross,” Baekhyun groans halfheartedly, legs sliding up against the backs of Chanyeol’s thighs of their own accord to wrap around Chanyeol’s slim waist. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Chanyeol’s hand smooths over Baekhyun’s soft skin, slipping underneath the robe and curving around the globes of Baekhyun’s ass cheeks to knead the firm flesh.
Chanyeol dips down, trailing the tip of his nose across Baekhyun’s collarbones.
Baekhyun’s eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging into Chanyeol’s scalp and grasping onto fistfuls of his dark locks as he pulls Chanyeol up to meld their lips together in a slow, languid kiss.
In between kisses, hot tongue sliding hot tongue and hips grinding insistently against each other for friction, Chanyeol manages to reply to Baekhyun’s rhetorical question.
“My stunning good looks,” Chanyeol murmurs in between quick slips of breath, nimble fingers deftly untying the knot on Baekhyun’s robes.
“What?” Baekhyun hums, the tension in his muscles relaxing and the stress of the recording camera slowly waning. With every touch, every kiss, Baekhyun slowly forgets the camera even exists.
“You put up with me because I’m so devastatingly handsome,” Chanyeol slowly pulls away, fingers working their way into Baekhyun’s robes and sliding them open to reveal an expanse of pale, creamy chest, a pink flush slowly spreading.
“No, you are the most unfortunate human being I have ever had the misfortune to come across,” Baekhyun’s breath hitches as Chanyeol’s hand maps out the plane of his chest, lips trailing after the burning path left behind. “And what’s even more unfortunate is that I’m completely naked, and you still have all your clothes on.”
“That, you are correct,” Chanyeol agrees, continuing up the line of Baekhyun’s chest and tongue flicking out to trace over Baekhyun’s nipple, earning him a heady moan. “Let me remedy that situation really fast,” Chanyeol hovers once again over Baekhyun’s lips, gently nipping on the bottom one jutting out in a pout, before pulling back with a slow smile.
Setting the camera down off to the side of the mattress, Chanyeol takes his sweet time stripping off the casual t-shirt and hip-hugging skinny jeans he had donned for their previous schedule, tossing his snapback off to the side to join the rest of his clothes as Baekhyun watches with heavy-lidded eyes, heat shooting straight between his legs as he enjoys the strip show.
A blinking red in his peripheral vision catches his attention, and Baekhyun comes face to face with the camera glaring blatantly in his direction.
And once again, the nerves settle in the pit of his stomach, angry snakes jolting and squirming inside.
Baekhyun subtly tries to nudge the camera to face the other way, but large, warm hand wrap around his wrist, thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft underside.
“Ah ah, you promised,” Chanyeol reminds Baekhyun in a teasing voice, raising Baekhyun’s encircled hand and placing a light kiss on his palm.
“I take it back, turn it off,” Baekhyun whines, trying to reach out again and grab the camera. But Chanyeol’s hold is firm, and Baekhyun isn’t able to move much farther than an inch.
“Let go,” Baekhyun demands, struggling against Chanyeol’s hand.
“No.”
“I said let go.”
“Here, look. Let me show you something,” the corners of Chanyeol’s lips tip up in a smile, releasing Baekhyun’s wrist, but with warning in his eyes.
Baekhyun exhales heavily through his nose, but he heeds the warning, and refrains himself from grabbing the stupid recording device.
Chanyeol reaches for the camera, leaving it where it is but flipping the screen so that they can see the subjects that the camera is filming.
“Look,” Chanyeol says in a low voice, leaning down to press their cheeks together so that his own face is visible on the monitor.
Baekhyun refuses to comply, adamantly staring up at the ceiling with his jaw set in defiance.
Chanyeol glances down at Baekhyun, rolling his eyes and smiling in amusement as he slides soft fingers to curve around Baekhyun’s chin, gently nudging Baekhyun’s face up and to the side to look.
Baekhyun unwillingly stares at the image of himself portrayed on the small square monitor, Chanyeol’s smiling face right above his own to fill out the entire screen.
Baekhyun’s lips are pressed together to form a thin line, and he’s somewhat proud to note the look of resistance in his eyes. He’s determined to put up a fight, tooth and nail, if he has to. Just so that Chanyeol won’t be given the satisfaction of getting his way.
But that resolution slowly begins to crumble as Chanyeol’s other hand finds its way down Baekhyun’s inner thigh, rubbing soothing circles as he massages his way up to curl his long fingers at the base of Baekhyun’s cock, already half hard from that simple touch.
Baekhyun’s eyelids threaten to fall shut, harsh breath stuttering in his chest, eyes still glued to the square monitor.
And he has to admit, the sight is rather erotic.
Chanyeol’s gaze burning into him even reflected through the screen, causing a shudder to travel down Baekhyun’s spine.
Baekhyun’s own heavy lidded gaze, lips slightly parted, pink blush tinged across his cheeks.
On the monitor, Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol’s face disappears into the crook of his neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses as Baekhyun hangs his head back further into the mattress to allow better access.
Baekhyun continues to watch the screen, even as Chanyeol’s hand releases his chin to slide down and encircle his waist, other hand pumping Baekhyun’s cock in slow, heavy movements.
Baekhyun is mesmerized by the small flickers of emotions playing on his own face, still watching as Chanyeol’s mouth works its way lower down his chest, tongue swiping along his burning skin, leaving cold, wet patches after its wake.
Chanyeol places small butterfly kisses across Baekhyun’s hipbones, fingers wrapped firmly around the base of Baekhyun’s cock as an anchor and replacing his hands with his lips.
All thoughts of anything other than Chanyeol’s hot mouth and his heavy tongue dragging across his heated flesh leaves Baekhyun’s mind, back arching off the mattress and heels planted down firmly, a light moan escaping through his lips.
Chanyeol begins to work up to a steady bob, small bits of spit escaping through the corners of his shiny, swollen red lips, hand pumping at the base where his mouth can’t quite reach.
Baekhyun’s fingers automatically curl around locks of Chanyeol’s hair, hips moving off the mattress in shallow thrusts to fuck a little bit deeper into Chanyeol’s mouth.
Tension begins to coil in the pit of his stomach, but Baekhyun isn’t ready for this to end yet.
Baekhyun shakes his head absentmindedly, palms of his hands sliding onto Chanyeol’s sweaty shoulders, pushing softly.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Baekhyun groans, nudging a bit more desperately.
“Hm?” Chanyeol’s lips pop off the tip of Baekhyun’s pulsing cock, shiny and slick with spit.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun breathes, shivering from the cold of the air conditioning against his wet skin.
“What was that? I can’t hear you,” Chanyeol grins, coming on top of Baekhyun and propping his chin up on his elbow.
“I said fuck me, you nerd,” Baekhyun growls, firmly planting his foot onto Chanyeol’s flat stomach and promptly shoving him off the side of the bed.
Baekhyun hears a satisfying thump and groan as Chanyeol topples onto the floor in a heap of flailing limbs.
Baekhyun smiles to himself, reaching over to grab the camera.
“So rude,” Chanyeol grumbles, repeating Baekhyun’s earlier comment as he uses the bed as leverage to pull himself back up. “No need to get so violent.”
“Aw, I’m sorry baby. Do you want me to kiss your booboos?” Baekhyun teases, flipping the monitor and pointing the camera onto Chanyeol’s disgruntled face.
“You’re just asking for it today,” Chanyeol smirks, picking up the bottle of lube he’d tossed earlier onto the corner of the bed.
“Then do something about it,” Baekhyun spurs him on.
Baekhyun isn’t really sure how it happens, as quickly as it happened. All he remembers is a blur of colors, and a sudden change in altitude as he suddenly lies face down on the bed, cheek pressed into the soft bed sheets, camera cradled protectively against his chest.
“All right, little boy. We’ll see who’s in charge here,” Chanyeol props Baekhyun onto his knees, back curved and ass held high.
“You’re disgusting,” Baekhyun stretches out his arms, camera held firmly in his hands. “Please do not speak to me that way.”
Chanyeol laughs, palm coming down sharply on Baekhyun’s ass cheek, leaving a stinging burn in the shape of his hand.
Baekhyun hisses from the unexpected pain, flipping the monitor on the camera and angling it so that Chanyeol is visible on the screen towering behind his shoulder.
Chanyeol blows a kiss, and Baekhyun grimaces.
Laughing again, Chanyeol pops open the bottle of lube squeezes out a generous amount to coat his fingers.
Baekhyun shimmies his ass as he settles into a more comfortable position on his knees, chest still pressed down onto the mattress. He inhales a deep breath as Chanyeol’s lubed fingers slide up the line of his crack, other hand holding open his cheek to spread them wide.
The pad of Chanyeol’s finger traces around Baekhyun’s puckered hole, teasing slowly before pressing into the ring of resistant muscle, sliding in and out and crooking his finger just so.
Baekhyun clamps down onto his lower lip, sweaty forehead pressing down onto his outstretched arms as Chanyeol slowly works him open, adding another finger, and then another, scissoring until the pliant skin is stretched and ready for something with a bit more girth.
Baekhyun whimpers, feeling at a loss as Chanyeol slides his fingers all the way out.
But that emptiness is quickly filled as Chanyeol swiftly slides on a condom and slicks his cock with lube, and first presses the crown in through Baekhyun’s hole, then slides in all the way until he is buried to the hilt.
“Just go,” Baekhyun prompts when Chanyeol hesitates, wiggling his ass to indicate that he’s more than ready.
“You sure?” Chanyeol asks, something like concern evident in his voice. “We have choreo practice tomorrow. I don’t want you to be in-“
“Go!” Baekhyun repeats a bit more impatiently, and Chanyeol takes that as invitation enough.
Chanyeol’s hands encase Baekhyun’s hips, soothing over his too hot skin with a gentle touch that is in contrast to the rapid, almost furious pace he works into Baekhyun’s body.
Baekhyun tries to keep his hands steady, playing the cameraman as Chanyeol pulls out each time just before the head, then snaps his hips and pounds back in with such force that he can feel his bones rattle.
The camera’s line of sight continuously jerks off to the side. But Baekhyun is quick to refocus back onto the image of himself, eyelids at half mast, low moans breathing through parted, kiss bruised lips, cheek pressed down onto one arm, and Chanyeol behind him, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead plastered with a messy disarray of hair, the corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he stares straight into the camera.
Baekhyun manages to stick out his tongue, before Chanyeol’s slides his palm down around the curve of Baekhyun’s thigh, wrapping his sweaty hand around Baekhyun’s cock and jerking him off as erratically as he pounds into Baekhyun from behind.
Taken by surprise, Baekhyun’s fingers lose grip of the camera, jaw going slack and muscles tensing.
He can hear Chanyeol’s deep and unsteady breaths as his muscles clench around Chanyeol’s cock, can feel Chanyeol’s thighs slap against the back of his own as he continues to fill him up repeatedly, until Baekhyun is coming into Chanyeol’s hand, moaning loudly into the rumpled sheets.
Chanyeol doesn’t take long to follow suit, shooting his load into the condom as he rides out his orgasm in slow thrusts.
Chanyeol collapses on top of Baekhyun’s back, Baekhyun toppling flush against the mattress.
“Ew, gross. Get off me,” Baekhyun winces, automatically flinching away from the sweaty, sticky mess, but unable to move from the heavy weight pinning him down.
“Look, we’re so cute,” Chanyeol grins at the camera still pointing towards them, elbows jutting out and palms squishing against Baekhyun’s cheeks.
“Smile for the camera,” Chanyeol continues to poke and prod the struggling Baekhyun’s cheeks as their breathing slowly settles back down to normal, coming down from their post orgasm high and easing into a satisfied, warm glow.
“I said get off! I’m gonna throw this at your face, I swear to god!”
Title: Recreation in Motion
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): PWP but without an actual plot ;u;
Length: ~2800w
Summary: Chanyeol and Baekhyun film a porno AKA Chanyeol and his million and one ideas and Baekhyun somehow swept along for the ride.
Author's note: I am so very sorry if this is not what you had in mind TuT I hope you are okay with plotless porn because plotless porn is exactly what this is.
“I don’t know,” Baekhyun stares anxiously as Chanyeol stands, looms, before him at the foot of the bed, beloved camera glued to his hands as if it were a fixed part of his body. “I really don’t know how I feel about this.”
“Just relax,” Chanyeol hums in reassurance, still twiddling with this button and that, some setting or other, touching gently as he would caress the skin of a lover. “We already talked about this, remember? It’s gonna be fine.”
They did, Chanyeol is right. But Baekhyun still has to fight down the sudden urge to crawl across the mattress and grab the stupid camera to hurl it at the wall. Instead, Baekhyun’s fingers find purchase in the expensive linens, burying claw-like fingers into the sheets to prevent his hands from doing costly damage.
The luxurious, heavenly soft blankets beneath him do nothing in the way of soothing his jittery nerves, and Baekhyun finds himself wondering, not for the first time, how he’d even allowed Chanyeol to talk him into this mess.
Because, sometimes, Chanyeol has ideas.
And once these ideas firmly take root in Chanyeol’s mind, at the best of times, it is near impossible to sway him from his single-minded track towards fulfilling whatever ludicrous plan he has to offer. And more often than not, Baekhyun somehow finds himself swept along for the bumpy ride, never really offered the option to accept or refuse in his participation.
Like that one summer in Osaka… with one too many shots of alcohol, and a one legged cross dresser and her (his?) pet monkey. But that’s a story for another time.
More recently, however, Chanyeol had started to become fixated with filming and directing, camera attached to his hand no matter what schedule or concert they are scheduled for.
And Baekhyun is somewhat grateful that Chanyeol has managed to find a more independent hobby, allowing him time to spend for himself, pursue his own leisure activities and whatnot.
But true to every other absurd idea Chanyeol manages to dream up, Baekhyun finds himself hauled along for the ride.
“Chanyeol, it’s fucking staring at me,” Baekhyun whines, arms tightening over the white hotel robe wrapped around his otherwise naked body.
“Well, duh, it’s a camera,” Chanyeol doesn’t even bother to glance, still tinkering with the buttons.
“Rude,” Baekhyun huffs. “You look like a creeper with that thing. Like a stalker. Stalking.”
Chanyeol briefly tears his attention away from the camera, steady gaze holding Baekhyun’s eyes.
“Come on, this is nothing new,” Chanyeol smiles, head tilting to the side. “You should be used to the spotlight by now. Calm down, relax. You’ll be fine.”
“Totally not the same thing,” Baekhyun mutters under his breath.
The terry cloth rubs harshly against his skin, and Baekhyun pinches out puffs of the cloth as Chanyeol returns back to the camera and presses a final button. The camera begins to roll, a pulsing red light blinking at him like an evil little eye, watching, staring, making Baekhyun’s skin crawl.
Chanyeol slowly slides onto the mattress on his knees, his own predatory look sparkling in his eyes as he turns his gaze on Baekhyun’s somewhat agitated face.
“I change my mind,” Baekhyun crosses his arms and points his nose away in the air.
A high pitched, unmanly yelp escapes through Baekhyun’s lips as his back suddenly collides against the mattress, Chanyeol’s large warm hand encircling his upper thigh and dragging Baekhyun down the length of the bed, the white robe hitching up his thighs and bunching around his waist.
Chanyeol laughs, and Baekhyun struggles to kick him in the stomach.
“That’s not funny,” Baekhyun grabs the hem of his robe as he yanks and tries to shimmy it back down. “And I’m not doing this.”
“Aw come on,” Chanyeol drops Baekhyun’s thigh, camera trained on Baekhyun’s face. Chanyeol hovers over Baekhyun’s body, an amused smile playing across his lips. “Do it for the vine.”
“Oh my god,” Baekhyun is unable to help the snort, rolling his eyes as he flattens his palms against Chanyeol’s chest and gives an almighty shove. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the spirit!” Chanyeol ignores Baekhyun’s weak attempts at pushing him away, placing a light kiss on the tip of Baekhyun’s nose. “That’s exactly what I want you to be doing.”
“Ugh, you’re gross,” Baekhyun groans halfheartedly, legs sliding up against the backs of Chanyeol’s thighs of their own accord to wrap around Chanyeol’s slim waist. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Chanyeol’s hand smooths over Baekhyun’s soft skin, slipping underneath the robe and curving around the globes of Baekhyun’s ass cheeks to knead the firm flesh.
Chanyeol dips down, trailing the tip of his nose across Baekhyun’s collarbones.
Baekhyun’s eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging into Chanyeol’s scalp and grasping onto fistfuls of his dark locks as he pulls Chanyeol up to meld their lips together in a slow, languid kiss.
In between kisses, hot tongue sliding hot tongue and hips grinding insistently against each other for friction, Chanyeol manages to reply to Baekhyun’s rhetorical question.
“My stunning good looks,” Chanyeol murmurs in between quick slips of breath, nimble fingers deftly untying the knot on Baekhyun’s robes.
“What?” Baekhyun hums, the tension in his muscles relaxing and the stress of the recording camera slowly waning. With every touch, every kiss, Baekhyun slowly forgets the camera even exists.
“You put up with me because I’m so devastatingly handsome,” Chanyeol slowly pulls away, fingers working their way into Baekhyun’s robes and sliding them open to reveal an expanse of pale, creamy chest, a pink flush slowly spreading.
“No, you are the most unfortunate human being I have ever had the misfortune to come across,” Baekhyun’s breath hitches as Chanyeol’s hand maps out the plane of his chest, lips trailing after the burning path left behind. “And what’s even more unfortunate is that I’m completely naked, and you still have all your clothes on.”
“That, you are correct,” Chanyeol agrees, continuing up the line of Baekhyun’s chest and tongue flicking out to trace over Baekhyun’s nipple, earning him a heady moan. “Let me remedy that situation really fast,” Chanyeol hovers once again over Baekhyun’s lips, gently nipping on the bottom one jutting out in a pout, before pulling back with a slow smile.
Setting the camera down off to the side of the mattress, Chanyeol takes his sweet time stripping off the casual t-shirt and hip-hugging skinny jeans he had donned for their previous schedule, tossing his snapback off to the side to join the rest of his clothes as Baekhyun watches with heavy-lidded eyes, heat shooting straight between his legs as he enjoys the strip show.
A blinking red in his peripheral vision catches his attention, and Baekhyun comes face to face with the camera glaring blatantly in his direction.
And once again, the nerves settle in the pit of his stomach, angry snakes jolting and squirming inside.
Baekhyun subtly tries to nudge the camera to face the other way, but large, warm hand wrap around his wrist, thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft underside.
“Ah ah, you promised,” Chanyeol reminds Baekhyun in a teasing voice, raising Baekhyun’s encircled hand and placing a light kiss on his palm.
“I take it back, turn it off,” Baekhyun whines, trying to reach out again and grab the camera. But Chanyeol’s hold is firm, and Baekhyun isn’t able to move much farther than an inch.
“Let go,” Baekhyun demands, struggling against Chanyeol’s hand.
“No.”
“I said let go.”
“Here, look. Let me show you something,” the corners of Chanyeol’s lips tip up in a smile, releasing Baekhyun’s wrist, but with warning in his eyes.
Baekhyun exhales heavily through his nose, but he heeds the warning, and refrains himself from grabbing the stupid recording device.
Chanyeol reaches for the camera, leaving it where it is but flipping the screen so that they can see the subjects that the camera is filming.
“Look,” Chanyeol says in a low voice, leaning down to press their cheeks together so that his own face is visible on the monitor.
Baekhyun refuses to comply, adamantly staring up at the ceiling with his jaw set in defiance.
Chanyeol glances down at Baekhyun, rolling his eyes and smiling in amusement as he slides soft fingers to curve around Baekhyun’s chin, gently nudging Baekhyun’s face up and to the side to look.
Baekhyun unwillingly stares at the image of himself portrayed on the small square monitor, Chanyeol’s smiling face right above his own to fill out the entire screen.
Baekhyun’s lips are pressed together to form a thin line, and he’s somewhat proud to note the look of resistance in his eyes. He’s determined to put up a fight, tooth and nail, if he has to. Just so that Chanyeol won’t be given the satisfaction of getting his way.
But that resolution slowly begins to crumble as Chanyeol’s other hand finds its way down Baekhyun’s inner thigh, rubbing soothing circles as he massages his way up to curl his long fingers at the base of Baekhyun’s cock, already half hard from that simple touch.
Baekhyun’s eyelids threaten to fall shut, harsh breath stuttering in his chest, eyes still glued to the square monitor.
And he has to admit, the sight is rather erotic.
Chanyeol’s gaze burning into him even reflected through the screen, causing a shudder to travel down Baekhyun’s spine.
Baekhyun’s own heavy lidded gaze, lips slightly parted, pink blush tinged across his cheeks.
On the monitor, Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol’s face disappears into the crook of his neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses as Baekhyun hangs his head back further into the mattress to allow better access.
Baekhyun continues to watch the screen, even as Chanyeol’s hand releases his chin to slide down and encircle his waist, other hand pumping Baekhyun’s cock in slow, heavy movements.
Baekhyun is mesmerized by the small flickers of emotions playing on his own face, still watching as Chanyeol’s mouth works its way lower down his chest, tongue swiping along his burning skin, leaving cold, wet patches after its wake.
Chanyeol places small butterfly kisses across Baekhyun’s hipbones, fingers wrapped firmly around the base of Baekhyun’s cock as an anchor and replacing his hands with his lips.
All thoughts of anything other than Chanyeol’s hot mouth and his heavy tongue dragging across his heated flesh leaves Baekhyun’s mind, back arching off the mattress and heels planted down firmly, a light moan escaping through his lips.
Chanyeol begins to work up to a steady bob, small bits of spit escaping through the corners of his shiny, swollen red lips, hand pumping at the base where his mouth can’t quite reach.
Baekhyun’s fingers automatically curl around locks of Chanyeol’s hair, hips moving off the mattress in shallow thrusts to fuck a little bit deeper into Chanyeol’s mouth.
Tension begins to coil in the pit of his stomach, but Baekhyun isn’t ready for this to end yet.
Baekhyun shakes his head absentmindedly, palms of his hands sliding onto Chanyeol’s sweaty shoulders, pushing softly.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Baekhyun groans, nudging a bit more desperately.
“Hm?” Chanyeol’s lips pop off the tip of Baekhyun’s pulsing cock, shiny and slick with spit.
“Fuck me,” Baekhyun breathes, shivering from the cold of the air conditioning against his wet skin.
“What was that? I can’t hear you,” Chanyeol grins, coming on top of Baekhyun and propping his chin up on his elbow.
“I said fuck me, you nerd,” Baekhyun growls, firmly planting his foot onto Chanyeol’s flat stomach and promptly shoving him off the side of the bed.
Baekhyun hears a satisfying thump and groan as Chanyeol topples onto the floor in a heap of flailing limbs.
Baekhyun smiles to himself, reaching over to grab the camera.
“So rude,” Chanyeol grumbles, repeating Baekhyun’s earlier comment as he uses the bed as leverage to pull himself back up. “No need to get so violent.”
“Aw, I’m sorry baby. Do you want me to kiss your booboos?” Baekhyun teases, flipping the monitor and pointing the camera onto Chanyeol’s disgruntled face.
“You’re just asking for it today,” Chanyeol smirks, picking up the bottle of lube he’d tossed earlier onto the corner of the bed.
“Then do something about it,” Baekhyun spurs him on.
Baekhyun isn’t really sure how it happens, as quickly as it happened. All he remembers is a blur of colors, and a sudden change in altitude as he suddenly lies face down on the bed, cheek pressed into the soft bed sheets, camera cradled protectively against his chest.
“All right, little boy. We’ll see who’s in charge here,” Chanyeol props Baekhyun onto his knees, back curved and ass held high.
“You’re disgusting,” Baekhyun stretches out his arms, camera held firmly in his hands. “Please do not speak to me that way.”
Chanyeol laughs, palm coming down sharply on Baekhyun’s ass cheek, leaving a stinging burn in the shape of his hand.
Baekhyun hisses from the unexpected pain, flipping the monitor on the camera and angling it so that Chanyeol is visible on the screen towering behind his shoulder.
Chanyeol blows a kiss, and Baekhyun grimaces.
Laughing again, Chanyeol pops open the bottle of lube squeezes out a generous amount to coat his fingers.
Baekhyun shimmies his ass as he settles into a more comfortable position on his knees, chest still pressed down onto the mattress. He inhales a deep breath as Chanyeol’s lubed fingers slide up the line of his crack, other hand holding open his cheek to spread them wide.
The pad of Chanyeol’s finger traces around Baekhyun’s puckered hole, teasing slowly before pressing into the ring of resistant muscle, sliding in and out and crooking his finger just so.
Baekhyun clamps down onto his lower lip, sweaty forehead pressing down onto his outstretched arms as Chanyeol slowly works him open, adding another finger, and then another, scissoring until the pliant skin is stretched and ready for something with a bit more girth.
Baekhyun whimpers, feeling at a loss as Chanyeol slides his fingers all the way out.
But that emptiness is quickly filled as Chanyeol swiftly slides on a condom and slicks his cock with lube, and first presses the crown in through Baekhyun’s hole, then slides in all the way until he is buried to the hilt.
“Just go,” Baekhyun prompts when Chanyeol hesitates, wiggling his ass to indicate that he’s more than ready.
“You sure?” Chanyeol asks, something like concern evident in his voice. “We have choreo practice tomorrow. I don’t want you to be in-“
“Go!” Baekhyun repeats a bit more impatiently, and Chanyeol takes that as invitation enough.
Chanyeol’s hands encase Baekhyun’s hips, soothing over his too hot skin with a gentle touch that is in contrast to the rapid, almost furious pace he works into Baekhyun’s body.
Baekhyun tries to keep his hands steady, playing the cameraman as Chanyeol pulls out each time just before the head, then snaps his hips and pounds back in with such force that he can feel his bones rattle.
The camera’s line of sight continuously jerks off to the side. But Baekhyun is quick to refocus back onto the image of himself, eyelids at half mast, low moans breathing through parted, kiss bruised lips, cheek pressed down onto one arm, and Chanyeol behind him, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead plastered with a messy disarray of hair, the corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he stares straight into the camera.
Baekhyun manages to stick out his tongue, before Chanyeol’s slides his palm down around the curve of Baekhyun’s thigh, wrapping his sweaty hand around Baekhyun’s cock and jerking him off as erratically as he pounds into Baekhyun from behind.
Taken by surprise, Baekhyun’s fingers lose grip of the camera, jaw going slack and muscles tensing.
He can hear Chanyeol’s deep and unsteady breaths as his muscles clench around Chanyeol’s cock, can feel Chanyeol’s thighs slap against the back of his own as he continues to fill him up repeatedly, until Baekhyun is coming into Chanyeol’s hand, moaning loudly into the rumpled sheets.
Chanyeol doesn’t take long to follow suit, shooting his load into the condom as he rides out his orgasm in slow thrusts.
Chanyeol collapses on top of Baekhyun’s back, Baekhyun toppling flush against the mattress.
“Ew, gross. Get off me,” Baekhyun winces, automatically flinching away from the sweaty, sticky mess, but unable to move from the heavy weight pinning him down.
“Look, we’re so cute,” Chanyeol grins at the camera still pointing towards them, elbows jutting out and palms squishing against Baekhyun’s cheeks.
“Smile for the camera,” Chanyeol continues to poke and prod the struggling Baekhyun’s cheeks as their breathing slowly settles back down to normal, coming down from their post orgasm high and easing into a satisfied, warm glow.
“I said get off! I’m gonna throw this at your face, I swear to god!”