[ RATED CHAPTER ]
“I didn’t know which one to buy with the order so I just chose the one with the most stars.”
Baekhyun shifted his position. “Yeol, your finger’s cold.”
“That’s just the lube, Baek.”
“Are you sure?”
Baekhyun waited for Chanyeol to finish teasing him by pressing his index finger against Baekhyun’s throbbing and awaiting entrance. The smaller male’s grip on his legs tightened in anticipation. Things grew hot and he began to desperately want his half-ridden up shirt to be thrown off.
Getting tired, Baekhyun pulled the rest of his pajama pants off his legs and threw it on the floor, leaving his bottom half bare for Chanyeol to indulge on. “Yeol, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” Chanyeol mumbled, locking eyes with the flush faced male. “I love you, too,” he said back quietly.
“So, you won’t mind if I tell you to stop?”
Ironically, Chanyeol did just that. His mouth gaped open at Baekhyun’s words . “What?”
Setting his legs down on the bed, Baekhyun looked Chanyeol in the eyes before looking down. “You’re taking a long time.”
Chanyeol glanced down at his finger. Resolved, he moved closer in between Baekhyun’s legs and pulled the smaller male by the waist so that the distance between them was nearly nonexistent. “I didn’t know you wanted me to do this fast,” he said.
“I just wanted to test out the items,” Baekhyun said quietly. “I wasn’t really looking for much other than that…You don’t need to take it slow or anything.”
Not knowing what else to say, Chanyeol nodded as he nudged one of Baekhyun’s legs out. Placing his finger against the smaller male’s entrance, he held his breath as he watched Baekhyun’s face and felt his lover silently ask for it by moving his hips. “Then I’ll do faster.”
Baekhyun nodded. “After you stretch me, take one of the vibrators, pull the wrappings off, and go wash it before you use it on me,” he groaned as he felt Chanyeol push a finger past his opening.
Responding, Chanyeol gave him an annoyed look. “So I have to pull out and get off the bed?” he asked, wanting clarification. “I have to stop doing this—”
“Ah—” Baekhyun gasped as Chanyeol pushed in knuckle deep.
“To clean off a fucking vibrator,” Chanyeol finished, grunting as he reached his finger’s limit.
Closing his eyes, Baekhyun grinned slightly and nodded at Chanyeol’s words. “Y-Yeah,” he moaned out. “You have to…wipe it down with a hot towel to sanitize it.” Biting his lips, Baekhyun lifted his eyes back up at Chanyeol’s. “I think I like this brand better than the one we have.”
Slowly pumping and drilling his finger against Baekhyun’s inner walls, Chanyeol gave him a small smirk. “What makes it better?”
“You’re sliding in more smoothly,” Baekhyun said. “And it doesn’t hurt as much because you’re coming in a lot more easily.” Shifting his ass, Baekhyun winced. “Add a second finger.”
Chanyeol watched Baekhyun through his drooped lashes and complied. Taking the tube, he squeezed a fair amount on Baekhyun’s entrance, pulling out his finger only to help spread the gel-like substance around the ring of muscle and onto both digits.
Soon after, Baekhyun found himself stretched by two of Chanyeol’s fingers, softly crying out his lover’s name as the giant slowly dug himself deeper and deeper. Unable to keep his leg up, Baekhyun set both of his legs back down on the bed. Out of instinctive nature, he reached down and spread his ass cheeks even more for the giant.
“Do you think I can take one in now?” Baekhyun asked after a few minutes.
Chanyeol glanced at Baekhyun’s pulsating hole. “Hold on.” Diving his fingers in deep, Chanyeol tried to move his fingers apart from each other to try and stretch Baekhyun out as much as he could. "I'm trying to do this quickly, alright?" he muttered. "Even though I'd rather not. I'd rather do this more slowly and appreciate the fact that you're a nice shade of rosy red."
Disgruntled, Baekhyun paused, reaching down to cover his entrance from chanyeol's eyes. "Don't try to be poetic."
Moving away Baekhyyns hand, Chanyeol smirked. "I'm stating what I see, and what I see right now is a little tight hole wanting me."
"Not you," Baekhyun argued. "Vibrators."
Chanyeol snorted. Slowly pulling out, he watched as Baekhyun's entrance throbbed at his fingers absence. Moving away, he leaned over and took out one of the vibrators. "So I gotta go wipe these off?"
"Yeah, so hurry up," Baekhyun mumbled. "Get up and go."
Scoffing, Chanyeol smacked Baekhyun's ass as he had the male set his legs down on the bed. Standing up, he pointed the vibrators tip in Baekhyun's whining direction. "Don't finger yourself while I'm gone."
"Did you really need to tell me that?" Baekhyun said, trying to hide a laugh.
“If I didn’t say anything, you would have done it and I would have missed something worth seeing,” Chanyeol asserted.
“Or Kris could have walked in and kept me occupied while you—”
Quickly, Chanyeol’s lips descended, forcibly taking Baekhyun’s. Quickly, Baekhyun responded, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s neck as he leaned back, hitting the backboard of his bed. After Chanyeol had worked his tongue into Baekhyun’s mouth, Baekhyun was full and ready to respond back only to be denied by any satisfaction when Chanyeol pulled his lips away.
“You’re an idiot. Stop thinking about him at a time like this.”
“Well, what about if Sehun—”
Baekhyun sat up straight. “What about—”
Cursing under his breath, Chanyeol pushed his index finger under Baekhyun’s bottom lips, shutting him up. “Stop talking,” he muttered. Giving Baekhyun’s semi-hard cock a slight and quick tug, Chanyeol watched as the smaller male made a face. “Stay put while I get this thing cleaned.”
As Chanyeol moved away, Baekhyun whispered, “So I can’t finger—”
Sighing, Chanyeol gave up. “Never mind. Keep yourself entertained.”
“Okay.” Reaching over, Baekhyun grabbed the lube bottle and twisted the cap off. “One gram of lube is a perfectly acceptable amount,” he muttered. When he looked up, he saw Chanyeol staring. “Are you going to go wash it off now?”
Taking a step back, Chanyeol pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah.”
The two of them stilled for a second, staring at each other as if waiting for the latter to make a move. Then Baekhyun raised a brow and motioned his lubed fingers. “I’d love for you to stand there and watch me touch myself, baby, but I really want to try that new vibrator out—”
“Why?” Chanyeol said, interrupting. “Now that I think about it, why can’t we just have sex?”
Baekhyun frowned. “Because…I wanted to test it out…”
Looking down at the toy in his hand, Chanyeol blinked. “You’d rather have this machine than me?”
“I’d love to have you, Chanyeol!” Baekhyun argued, straightening his position. “But you shouldn’t even be here. You’re supposed to be working, not playing around with me.”
Chanyeol kept silent for a second. “I’d rather play around with you than be stuck in a room with Kris and an entire project to redo.”
Baekhyun smiled. “Maybe when we’re trying it all out we can have a quick one.”
Thinking about it for a moment, Chanyeol nodded. “Sounds fair.” Turning on his heel, he proceeded to walk toward the door. “Keep your legs spread when you’re fingering yourself, Baek. Don’t go overboard.”
“If I can take your fingers and not die, I’m sure I’ll be fine with my own.”
“Whatever,” Chanyeol said when he reached the door. “Go slowly.”
“Mhmm,” Baekhyun mindlessly said as he began to spread his legs apart. “The faster you get on out of here, the faster we can get to your half of the deal.”
Begrudgingly, Chanyeol stepped outside the room. Then, against what his gut told him to do, he turned his head back and saw that Baekhyun had mentally moved on. Working his long, perfect fingers inch by inch, Baekhyun grimaced when he was able to initially slip one in. Chanyeol only moved when Baekhyun lifted his eyes and met with his, igniting a tightness in his pants, and motivating him to move quicker.
“Yeol, no. This—Yeol, Ye—Nghh.”
Baekhyun arched his back, but Chanyeol placed a hand on his chest, forcing him back on the bed. With a smirk on his face, he reached down and slightly angled the vibrating object inside Baekhyun’s walls. Excess lube was slowly dripping down Baekhyun’s ass. Chanyeol found a second purpose for the substance, swiping it and rubbing it down his own shaft.
Dragging his eyes down, Baekhyun’s lips quivered as he watched Chanyeol push his legs apart to their limit and position himself against his entrance, side by side the moving vibrator.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun gasped as Chanyeol lightly brushed his hand against Baekhyun’s stiff member, “I thought I said after we got done—”
“After helping you evaluate the quality of your little plastic toys, can’t say I’m not jealous of the stupid things,” Chanyeol muttered as he looked Baekhyun in the eyes. “Why does a piece of plastic get more of you than me?”
“If it makes you feel any better, I bought the ones that kind of resembled you,” Baekhyun squeaked.
“Oh, I’m so touched,” Chanyeol scoffed.
“You should be,” Baekhyun moaned, reaching down. “I made it worth your money.”
The reminder that Baekhyun had used his card to pay for the adult items was bittersweet to Chanyeol. It was like he paid for his own plastic enemy.
Shaking the subject off, Chanyeol focused on the buzzing item lodged deep inside Baekhyun’s hole. “If you really don’t want to—”
“No!” Wrapping his legs around Chanyeol’s waist, Baekhyun kept him from moving off. “I’m fine with this—I’m okay with not testing this one. You can pull it out and replace it—I mean, it’d be a waste for you to just leave with…with that.”
Smirking, Chanyeol moved his hands on Baekhyun’s legs, loosening his hold. “Actually, I had another idea in mind.”
Baekhyun looked at him and took a breath. Knowing exactly what Chanyeol was asking, he nestled down on the bed and took a hold of the end of the vibrator. “The vibrator’s stiff. It’s not like a cock, which is somewhat flexible, Yeol. You’re going to need a lot of lube if you wanna share space with it…”
Looking down at Baekhyun’s clenching, tight entrance engulfing the object, Chanyeol nodded. “Not a lot of room.”
“Tighter than a virgin.”
“But you’re not a virgin.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widened. His mouth slightly wobbled, but Chanyeol didn’t catch the subtle action. Before he could, Baekhyun turned his head and looked away. “Really not a virgin…” he whispered.
Chanyeol gave him a smile. “No…”
Slowly, the mood was drained out of him. When Chanyeol tried to touch him again, Baekhyun caught his hand just before it made contact. Surprised, Chanyeol raised his brows at the male under him who was suddenly trying to rise up.
Without a word, Baekhyun reached under him and flipped the switch on the vibrator off. Then he bit his lips and pulled it out of him.
Confused, Chanyeol creased his brows. “What’re you doing?”
Baekhyun thinned his lips and kept his eyes away. “I-I don’t want to do anything, Yeol…”
“What?” Chanyeol asked exasperatedly. “What’s wrong—”
“Nothing,” Baekhyun quickly replied. “Nothing’s wrong—I just—I don’t want…” Still refusing to look up at Chanyeol’s face, Baekhyun kept his eyes down. “I’m sorry—”
“Bullshit,” Chanyeol spat, grabbing Baekhyun’s arm. “Why the sudden change?” Baekhyun shook his head and tried to gently pull his arm away, but Chanyeol kept an iron grip. “Baekhyun, talk to me. Is it because you don’t—”
“I don’t want to do double penetration,” Baekhyun said using the excuse to pry himself out of the situation.
Chanyeol looked at him but nodded. “Is it because you’re scared—”
“No,” Baekhyun said as he set the toy down on the bed and tried to scoot away. “I’m not scared—”
“Then did you just want to make love the way we always do—”
“No…” Shaking his head, Baekhyun took in a deep breath. “I’m just tired—Oh! Nugget needs to be taken out for a—”
Fed up with Baekhyun’s stuttering attempt to try and cover up whatever it was underneath his lies, Chanyeol tugged at his arm and laid him back down on the bed. “You know,” Chanyeol said, looking away for a slight moment. “I’m really not in the mood to be arguing with you right now, Baek…
The corners of Baekhyun’s lips curved a tiny bit. He slightly edged his knee to the left and felt Chanyeol’s naked member. “I know…I’m sorry—for this, I mean,” Baekhyun said, reaching down and lightly touching the tip of the cock’s head.
Chanyeol hissed and moved his hand away. “Stop it—shit.”
Moving off the bed, Chanyeol snatched his boxers off the floor and hastily pulled it on. Baekhyun watched as the taller male cursed as he forced himself to redress his bottom half. “Yeol—”
“We’re going to talk, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun bit his lips. “But I can see the circus going on in your pants…”
Slumping his shoulders, Chanyeol threw him a look. “It’s not a circus, it’s fucking torture,” Chanyeol gritted. Setting his knee back on the bed, he loomed over Baekhyun. “Now, tell your patient boyfriend why you’re suddenly pushing him away.”
“I’m not pushing you away—”
“Stop lying to me,” Chanyeol sighed. “Did you want to finish playing around with your toys first? You didn’t want me killing two birds with one stone by—”
Baekhyun creased his brows slightly. “No, Yeol, I just—I…”
“What?” Chanyeol pushed. “What is it? Just tell me, god damn it.”
After fidgeting for a moment, Baekhyun reached up and wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck, pulling him down on him for a quick kiss. Before Chanyeol could respond, Baekhyun buried his face in the curves of his neck. “I really like you, Yeol…” Baekhyun said, purposely muffling his voice with Chanyeol’s body.
Leveling himself on his elbow, Chanyeol made sure not to crush the clinging male beneath him. Scoffing, he asked, “What’s with the sudden confes—”
“I don’t think we should have sex anymore,” Baekhyun said quickly.
As hastily and swiftly Baekhyun tried to say it, Chanyeol’s ears still caught the words. Pulling himself away from Baekhyun’s arms, he furrowed his brows. Taking the look he was receiving in a negative way, Baekhyun, in turn, appeared upset. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry—”
“Tell me why,” Chanyeol demanded.
Pursing his lips, Baekhyun hesitated. “You’re mad—”
“I’m not mad—”
“Yes, you are,” Baekhyun mumbled, staring up at him. “I can see it on your face…”
Chanyeol kept his stoic features on his face before suddenly getting up and leaving the room, leaving Baekhyun lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. After fifteen minutes of silently listening to his own heart beating, Baekhyun finally rose up from his bed and began redressing himself. Once he loosely put his jeans and shirt hastily back on, he gathered everything up and placed it all in the box.
Sighing and absolutely confident that Chanyeol was angrier than Nugget when he doesn’t get fed by the right person, Baekhyun took the box into his arms and began walking toward his door. As he held the box with one arm and reached for the door, Chanyeol’s looming figure stood by the doorway fully clothed, yet still looking as angry and dissatisfied as when he left.
Putting up an attempt to make things less awkward, Baekhyun smiled. "Hi."
Taking the box from Baekhyun, Chanyeol set the box and it's content on the floor in the hallway before stepping inside Baekhyun's room, closing the door behind him. "We really need to talk."
Baekhyun smiled and tired to move past the giant. "Okay. I'll go make something—"
"No," Chanyeol said, grabbing his arm. "You're going to stay here..." He paused, making sure that Baekhyun was looking straight at him. "You're going to stay here, you're going to stop avoiding me, you're going to quit beating around the bush, and—for the love of god—you're going to tell me what the hell is going on."
Baekhyun pressed his lips together and nodded. "Okay."
"Can we go somewhere else though?" Baekhyun asked, giving Chanyeol a pleading look. "We almost kind of had sex in here."
Chanyeol scoffed. "Whatever it'll take for you to start talking then fine. We'll go elsewhere—But I'm being serious, Baekhyun. I want answers."
"You'll get them."
"I don't want lies."
"I won't lie," Baekhyun asserted as he started to pull Chanyeol to the door. As he grabbed the handle, he said, "Lying is for the weak."
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun opened the door and followed him out. "Well, you're not weak."
"Therefore I'm not a liar." Before Chanyeok could call him out on the statement, Baekhyun squeezed his hand and looked behind at him. "Giant, where did you go when you left me?"
Chanyeol looked down at him. "I went to the bathroom to finish what you started."