Make Up Sex
The drive back to Baekhyun’s house was spent in mostly silence. Baekhyun didn’t talk even as Chanyeol got in the car. Chanyeol figured that it was because of the shitty night his mom was responsible for.
Chanyeol tried to sooth the mood by telling Baekhyun over and over again that it was okay, that the night was over, and that he loved him. He even reached out to hold Baekhyun’s hand. Baekhyun allowed him to, but he flinched when he felt Chanyeol’s touch. To Chanyeol, the fact that Baekhyun flinched didn’t bother him so much as the fact that Baekhyun refused to even look at him.
When the car slowly stopped in front of Baekhyun’s house, Chanyeol had to let go of Baekhyun’s hand in order to switch the gears. As he did this, he could’ve sworn that he felt some sort of resistance on Baekhyun’s part.
Baekhyun didn’t even wait for Chanyeol to unlock the doors. He just manually unlocked his own. Chanyeol understood his haste, but that didn’t mean that he liked it. When Baekhyun stepped out of the car, Chanyeol unlocked his side and jumped out, too.
He hurriedly walked around the front of the car and caught Baekhyun by the arm, pushing the door shut with his foot. Using his entire body, he forced Baekhyun to back up against the vehicle.
“Baek, look at me.” When Baekhyun continued to divert his eyes, Chanyeol frowned. He ran his hands up to both sides of Baekhyun’s face, making him lift his head up, allowing Chanyeol to see his face under the street lights. “You haven’t said a word since my house. Say something.”
Being that all the response Chanyeol got from Baekhyun was a “Hn”, Chanyeol wasn’t too happy. He bent his head down to take his vixen’s lips, but Baekhyun absent mindedly turned his head slightly to the right.
Chanyeol stood there, frozen at a standstill, for two seconds before he crashed his lips onto Baekhyun’s. Baekhyun didn’t try to evade him the second time, opening his lips on contact without being silently asked to.
Pressed up against the car, Baekhyun felt Chanyeol’s body against his own very vividly as Chanyeol pressed their bodies together. When Chanyeol slowly pulled his lips away, Baekhyun let out a soft whimper.
“You know that I’m proud of you for sticking that one through, right?” Chanyeol asked, keeping Baekhyun in eye contact.
“I know…” Baekhyun mumbled.
“You know not to take my parents’ action to heart, too?”
Chanyeol paused. “You know I love you, right?” He saw Baekhyun’s eyes widen and his mouth open, but there was hesitation. Chanyeol didn’t like it. “Baekhyun—”
“I know,” Baekhyun quickly replied. “I know, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol studied Baekhyun’s face under the lights. “Then why’d you hesitate?”
Baekhyun shrugged and formed a small grin. “Because you’re overwhelming.”
Chanyeol smirked. “That’s not a bad thing, though.”
Baekhyun raised a brow. “I would argue that, Yeol,” he teased.
“Yeah?” Chanyeol pressured his body against Baekhyun’s again, making sure to press his lower half against him harder than the rest of his body.
Baekhyun scoffed, trying to back his own lower half away from Chanyeol’s, though it was a vain effort. “Okay, you can get off of me now.”
Chanyeol laughed and leaned in. “Nah, I don’t think so. You didn’t make a peep on the way over here. I’m thinking about doing things to you that’ll make you cry out my name.”
Baekhyun pursed his lips. His thoughts scrambled. He knew what Chanyeol was implying and, quite frankly, he wanted the same thing—Baekhyun felt like he wanted to feel like Chanyeol really was his.
Turning his gaze away from Chanyeol to look past him for a while, Baekhyun said, “My dad’s home, though…”
Chanyeol cursed, but then an idea came popping back in his head. He smirked. “Are you feeling a little bit adventurous, Baek?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Yes or no.”
Baekhyun quirked his lips. “Yeah, sure, ok. Yeah. Adventurous.”
“You’ll be the death of me, I swear, Baek,” Chanyeol murmured before leaning off Baekhyun and pulling his vixen off his car. Chanyeol took a hand and opened the back door of the vehicle. “Get in.”
Baekhyun turned his head to Chanyeol. “Why? We’re already at my house—”
“Well, there has been a slight change in plans,” Chanyeol said. He touched Baekhyun at the nape of his neck, causing him to flinch. Chanyeol took this chance to gently push him in the backseat. “Put on your seat belt. I’ll be driving a little fast.”
Baekhyun didn’t get the chance to say anything until Chanyeol, himself, got back in the driver’s seat. “Fast? Fuck, Yeol, if your idea of ‘adventurous’ is driving on the highway, trying to get us killed, I’m jumping out of the car.”
“Mmm, relax, Baek,” Chanyeol assured. “You’ll like my idea of adventurous cause you already—kind of—agreed to it days ago.”
“Not just any park,” Chanyeol said. “An empty park with no one around. A park where—”
“If you’re suggesting we have sex out there, fuck you, no,” Baekhyun said, looking out the window.
“Hadn’t thought about it, but how about we stick to the original plan, which is having sex in here?” Chanyeol laughed. He took off his seatbelt and pushed his way in between the two front seats to get to the back. “Though fucking up against a tree sounds hot…” he added, mumbling.
Baekhyun pushed his body back. “Damn it, Yeol. How the hell are we even going to do this?”
“Easy,” Chanyeol said, shrugging off his jacket and beginning to unbuckle his pants. “I’ll rim you first, slick you up with whatever comes out of my cock, stick a few digits in you, then Baek, you climb on top and mount me.”
“Freaking hell…” Baekhyun mumbled, embarrassed. “Like I said, you’re overwhelming, Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun moved his body closer to the door, dipping his back. He hung his head the moment he felt Chanyeol grasp his naked waist, spreading the cheeks of his ass apart. Baekhyun vaguely knew what “rimming” was, but he’d never done it before.
In fact, Baekhyun never did certain things until Chanyeol came around and shoved himself up Baekhyun’s virgin hole. Baekhyun never bottomed before, but with Chanyeol, the position wasn’t entirely too bad.
Baekhyun’s thoughts snapped when he felt Chanyeol trailing kisses down his spine and eventually making his way to Baekhyun’s entrance. When Baekhyun felt this, he tried to turn his head back. “Y-Yah, Chanye—ahh…Shit. I change my mind,” he quickly gasped out. “This is embarrassing—”
“Too late for that now,” Chanyeol muttered.
Baekhyun jerked when he felt Chanyeol’s tongue against him again. He couldn’t help it. A hand made contact with the window only to gradually slide back down when Baekhyun couldn’t take the feel of Chanyeol’s tongue up against his cleft. “Damn it, Chanyeol—nghh! Quit darting!”
“Why?” Chanyeol asked in between each move. “You obviously like it,” he said with his low voice reverberating in Baekhyun’s ears. Reaching to Baekhyun’s front, Chanyeol felt and took his unattended member in his hand before giving it a pump. “A lot more than you’re giving me credit for.”
Baekhyun had no choice, but to involuntarily close his eyes and just let it go. He spread he legs as much as he could in the tight area, giving himself up to Chanyeol, which Chanyeol gladly accepted.
Chanyeol continued to do with Baekhyun in whatever way he wanted until he thought that it was time to stretch out his beautiful vixen. Using his index finger, Chanyeol took the liquid from Baekhyun seeping cock and wiped it at Baekhyun’s entrance, slowly and gently pushing the tip of the finger inside.
“Homemade lubricant, Baek,” Chanyeol said, breathlessly.
Baekhyun was too embarrassed to be phased by the joke. “Shut up, idiot.”
Chanyeol only smirked as he worked more of his finger—and eventually fingers—in. He had to go agonizingly slow since they didn’t use any proper lube. To this, Chanyeol cursed his unprepared self, making a mental note to keep bottles everywhere just in case spontaneous sex was suddenly happening.
After Chanyeol did as much as he could with what they had, he pulled his fingers out and sat on the seat. With one hand, he prepared himself, running his hand up and down his own shaft, while with the other hand, he tapped Baekhyun lightly on the cheeks. “Giddy up, Baek.”
Baekhyun grunted, not bothering to respond to the—sexually enticing—words that Chanyeol let out of that—perfect—mouth of his. He got off his knees and scooted his way over to Chanyeol, who helped him by grabbing his body.
“Watch your head,” Chanyeol warned.
“I know,” Baekhyun quietly said.
Baekhyun turned around to face the front of the car and was just about to throw one leg over Chanyeol, but his domineering boyfriend’s voice stopped him. “No. Face this way.”
Baekhyun whipped his head around. “What?”
“Turn your body around. I want you facing me,” Chanyeol told him. He put his hands on Baekhyun’s waist, physically putting his words in action.
Baekhyun didn’t argue. There would’ve been no point to it. He put his hand on the ceiling as he turned himself. When he finished, he continued what he was doing before and put a leg on each side of his boyfriend.
Setting his knees on the seat, Baekhyun leaned forward as he used his hands to prep himself one last time. Chanyeol—beneath him—rubbed himself, making sure to put the precum seeping out of him to good use.
When Baekhyun began to lower himself, nudging himself against Chanyeol’s hard member, Chanyeol assisted him by holding himself still enough for Baekhyun to successfully take him whole. As Baekhyun slowly indulged both of them in pleasure, Chanyeol threw his head back against the seat and let out loud groan. “Oh, fuck, Baek…More. Take in more of me.”
Baekhyun fulfilled that request in a slow manner since he had to deal with the rough entry and the feeling of being stretched beyond belief. Despite how slow he took Chanyeol, Baekhyun managed to take all of him in to the hilt.
For a moment, they stayed in their position, just breathing harshly, trying to take all of it in. The action began when Baekhyun lifted his head and began to subtly rock his hips. Baekhyun took it up a notch as he lifted himself up, but only to drop back down with a force. He repeated this process multiple times.
Chanyeol added to the action by helping Baekhyun slam himself back down on his shaft. He even lifted his own hips slightly off the seat to meet with the hits, but for the most part, he just let Baekhyun do all the work.
Feeling like his vixen needed something, too, Chanyeol took Baekhyun’s cock in his hand and jerked it. The move affected Baekhyun’s rhythm until Chanyeol told him to keep going. As his hand preoccupied his boyfriend’s endearing member, Chanyeol leaned forward, kissing Baekhyun on the chest and sucking at his hard buds when he got to them.
Chanyeol only added to Baekhyun’s need for release. The last straw was when Chanyeol flicked his nipples countless times. Baekhyun picked up his pace, raising his ass higher and dropping down with more power.
Caught with Baekhyun’s urgency, Chanyeol vulgarly cursed himself for breaking his restraint. He stopped Baekhyun just as he was raising his hips. Baekhyun whimpered and asked what he was doing, but the only response he got was Chanyeol’s manhood rammed up his body.
“Fuck!” Baekhyun cried as Chanyeol kept up with quick pace, hitting his sweet spot every time. Baekhyun gripped both of Chanyeol’s shoulders, digging his nails into them as he cried.
Chanyeol kept hitting and ramming into Baekhyun’s tight hole like an erratic piston. He hit Baekhyun’s favorite spot so many times that it led Baekhyun to release himself. Chanyeol felt Baekhyun’s liquid drip onto his torso and felt elated. Following his boyfriend, Chanyeol burst into Baekhyun’s body, feeling his product seep its way out.
Catching his breath, Baekhyun touched behind his bottom. “Shit…Ah, you came inside—”
Chanyeol gave him a tired grin, pushing the hair out of Baekhyun’s face. “I thought you like it when I do that.”
“I do, but—” Baekhyun paused “—there’s no bathroom to clean myself in.”
Chanyeol blinked, thinking about Baekhyun’s predicament. He hadn’t thought about it… “Hold on.”
Chanyeol took Baekhyun and carefully placed him on the seat. Then he leaned his body forward and grabbed his shirt from the front seats and the bottle of water in the cup holder. When he retrieved the items, he leaned back and nudged Baekhyun.
“Get on all fours and face that way,” Chanyeol said, nodding to the door on Baekhyun’s side.
Baekhyun did as he was told. “What’re you gonna do?” he asked.
Chanyeol unscrewed the bottle of water, placed his shirt at the opening, and slightly soaked it. When he felt that it was soaked just right, he stopped. “I'm gonna clean you up,” Chanyeol responded.
Baekhyun felt himself tense when he felt the cold material against him. “What the hell? That’s your shirt!”
Chanyeol smirked. “I know.” When Baekhyun tried to get off his knees, Chanyeol kept him still. “Stop. It’s just a shirt. I’ll go home without one.”
Baekhyun groaned at the situation. “Fine.” He reached a hand back, trying to take the shirt from Chanyeol’s grasp. “But I can clean myself.”
Chanyeol shook his head. “You always clean yourself. I want to clean you up this time.”
Baekhyun frowned, but turned away anyways. “Do what you want.”
On their way from the park back to Baekhyun’s house, Chanyeol looked over for a second and asked, “Did that make up for the shitty dinner night with my parents?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “Maybe.”
Baekhyun broke out a smile and let out a small laugh—which sounded heavenly in Chanyeol’s ears. “Yup.”