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Not Intended 42

Chapter 42
Stakes & Claims

Chanyeol didn’t find himself alone in the bedroom with Baekhyun immediately. Once inside the house, Nugget had a piss accident that Baekhyun had to take care off. Afterwards, Kris had to settle into his room, in which he thought it was extremely important to hog up Baekhyun’s attention. Chanyeol didn’t necessarily like how his subordinate ordered Baekhyun to put away items in his bathroom like the last time he was there, but Baekhyun waved him off, telling him that it was fine.

Afterwards, Kris asked if he could quickly go over a few papers to lighten the load for the next few days. Obligated to put work first, Chanyeol agreed, letting Kris take up an hour and fifteen minutes of his time.

When he stepped out of the room, he found out that during the time he was with Kris, Baekhyun was actually free, but at the moment, not anymore. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw his lover sticking his finger down the assistant cook’s mouth, telling him to taste it and ignoring the gagging sound the latter was making.

Chanyeol saw that Baekhyun’s hands were brown. A part of him thought that Baekhyun had snapped and finally decided to shove Nugget’s shit in someone’s mouth, but as he saw the brownie mix box, this speculation died. With slanted shoulders, Chanyeol walked over to the struggle duo and pulled Baekhyun away.

When Baekhyun grinned, held up his finger, and asked him if he wanted to taste the batter, Chanyeol snapped at him and asked why the hell would he have wanted to lick the finger that had just been previously shoved down Kai’s throat.

Their night together was pushed back as Baekhyun stayed to finish the batch. During this time, Chanyeol went outside with Nugget, telling the dog to do his business. Nugget, feeling pressured to push out his logs, stepped down on the steps and sat at the bottom of the deck refusing to do anything.

Chanyeol stared at the dog for minutes before deciding that it was pointless. When he picked up Nugget, a stream of water came out of his happy genital and marked Chanyeol straight on the chest.

Dropping the dog, Chanyeol cursed as he tried to pull the wet area off of him. Scowling, Chanyeol herded Nugget back inside the house. In a hurry to his bedroom, he didn’t answer when Baekhyun asked him what was wrong.

In the shower, Chanyeol took the time to calm down. Nugget, to him, was just an animal with no manners—like his dad. Thinking about this, Chanyeol laughed quietly under his breath.

Baekhyun’s bad influence was rubbing off on the dog. The next thing he knows, Nugget could become the father of fifty pups around town if he turns out be as promiscuous as his dad.

It wasn’t until Chanyeol had stepped out of the shower that Baekhyun was finally free. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Chanyeol stopped in his tracks as his eyes laid on Baekhyun who was just closing the bedroom door.

“Fresh out of the shower,” Baekhyun whistled. “How delicious.”

Chanyeol snorted as he walked over and put an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, leading him towards the bathroom. “Take off your clothes and go take a shower first.”

“Are you going to join me?”

“That’d be a little redundant for me to take a shower again.”

“But it’d be with me,” Baekhyun mumbled, brushing his fingers on the edge of Chanyeol’s towel.

Groaning, Chanyeol pushed him away towards the bathroom. “Baek, I’ll love you all you want. I’ll love you slow and I’ll love you hard—after you take a shower.”

“Okay, I’ll hurry up,” Baekhyun replied, walking in the bathroom while pulling off his shirt. With his back turned towards Chanyeol, he threw his shirt on the ground.

In one flick and pull of his hand, Baekhyun unzipped the front of his jeans and pulled everything down in one go, leaving Chanyeol to stare at Baekhyun’s bare body from just outside the door. Before he could change his mind, Baekhyun grinned and shut the door, locking the knob as well.

While he waited, Chanyeol lied on the bed, gently stroking his length while fantasizing about the very body that Baekhyun had taunted him with just before closing the door. By the time Baekhyun had taken his time in drying his hair perfectly to what he thought of as “sex hair”, Chanyeol was already torturing himself by refusing to touch his hard member until Baekhyun came out.

With no shame in tact, Baekhyun thrusted open the door so suddenly that Chanyeol jolted. With a smirk on his face, he ran to the bed and quickly jumped on it, rocking the mattress. Prowling, he crawled on the bed, keeping eye contact with Chanyeol as he did so. Then he sat on top of Chanyeol’s lying body while craning his face forward.

“Now make love to me.”

Recovering from the surprise, Chanyeol glanced at the face that was so close to his. “Anxious much?”

Reaching down, Baekhyun touched Chanyeol’s cock. “I didn’t stroke myself beforehand like you. If anything, you’re more anxious than I am.”

Lifting his hands and running them on Baekhyun’s sides, gradually moving them to his hips, Chanyeol smirked as he sat up, forcing Baekhyun to get off of him.

After fixing his position, Chanyeol patted his thighs, indicating that he wanted Baekhyun to get on and straddle him. Complying to his commands, Baekhyun crawled over, threw a leg on each side of Chanyeol, sitting down on his lap, and brushing their members together, causing the latter to groan.

Running his hands on Baekhyun’s body, Chanyeol stared at him as his hands gradually found his ass, kneading it gently. “Tell me how you want us to start off, Baek,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me how you want me to start touching you.”

Placing his forehead against Chanyeol’s and wrapping his arms around his neck, Baekhyun smiled. “Kiss me like you mean it,” he said as he brushed their lips together.

“I always kiss you like I mean it,” Chanyeol murmured as he opened his lips to Baekhyun’s first touch.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problem,” Baekhyun said as he closed the small distance between their lips.

Chanyeol allowed Baekhyun to take the lead for a minute. Much to his surprise, Baekhyun seemed a little timid in taking the initiative when it came to kissing him. After a minute of slow kissing, Chanyeol took over, deepening the kiss and moving his hands to Baekhyun’s back, pushing their bodies together even more.

After the control was taken from him, Baekhyun became more active, rocking his hips against Chanyeol’s cock, making him pull away and groan only to lock their lips once again. Taking more action, Baekhyun would lift his ass up just so he could bring it down and tease his boyfriend with it.

Slowly changing their position, Chanyeol gently leaned them forward, placing Baekhyun on his back against the mattress while still having his legs locked around his waist. Breaking the kiss, Chanyeol nuzzled Baekhyun’s neck before placing trails of kisses on it as he moved further down. As he got to the shoulders, Baekhyun jerked and laughed.

Pulling away, Chanyeol looked at him. “What?”

“That felt funny.” Reaching up for Chanyeol, Baekhyun tried to pull him back. “Come back.”

Sighing, Chanyeol lowered himself back down, elevating himself on his elbow. “I don’t know whether you ruin the moment or enhance it sometimes.”

“I enhance it just like everything else,” Baekhyun smiled, placing a quick kiss on Chanyeol’s lips.

Grabbing his boyfriend’s hands, Baekhyun led them down to their throbbing members. “Now touch us…Please—Together, Yeol,” he pleaded, slowly releasing Chanyeol’s hands.

Nodding, Chanyeol took both of their cocks and rubbed them against each other before moving his hand and stroking. Baekhyun pulled his head down, opening his mouth for Chanyeol’s tongue to slip past and brush against his. As he kissed him, Baekhyun rolled his hips against Chanyeol’s touch, earning a moan out of the giant.

“Baek, did you eat those brownies before you came in here?” Chanyeol rasped when he pulled his lips momentarily.

Despite being in sexual ecstasy, Baekhyun still found it in him to laugh. “Yeah.”

“I figured as much. You taste sweet as fuck,” Chanyeol growled before attacking the smaller male’s swollen lips.

“And you taste minty fresh,” Baekhyun piped, running his hands on Chanyeol’s chest. “Like gum.”

Chanyeol stifled a moan as he felt Baekhyun’s touch on him. Unable to satisfy himself with rubbing their cocks together, Chanyeol pulled away. Getting on his knees, Chanyeol stroked himself quickly before holding his length in place. “Didn’t you say you wanted this?” he asked, giving Baekhyun a hot look.

Scooting close, Baekhyun grinned up at him. “I believe so,” he said softly before wrapping his fingers around the hilt. Slowly he began to stroke, moving his hand in a repetitive motion. “Your cock’s leaking, Yeol.”

“Then lick it up, baby.”

Smirking, Baekhyun flicked the head of Chanyeol’s manhood that glistened with precum dripping down and lavishing the head. Tangling his fingers in Baekhyun’s hair, Chanyeol thrusted his hips, hitting the tip of his shaft against Baekhyun’s curved mouth.

“Baek, you can’t tease this time, damn it,” he rasped.

“I know.” Eyeing the large cock in front of him, Baekhyun licked his mouth. “I would tease you longer, but I kind of want this right now.”

Then, opening his lips, Baekhyun gently took the head in, but popped it out slowly. As Chanyeol was about to protest for more, Baekhyun finally ended his torment and took all of him in. Hallowing out his cheeks, he sucked as he bobbed his head on Chanyeol’s length, swirling his tongue on the cock when he could. With one hand, he stroked his boyfriend while he gave him head, but with his other hand, he stroked his own unattended member that was dripping to be touched.

Chanyeol threw his head back, falling into ecstasy with every bob of Baekhyun’s head. Whenever he felt the male’s mouth leave him, he would groan in protest. To his relief, Baekhyun would never leave him unattended for too long. With his delicate fingers, Baekhyun would stroke him, twisting and flicking his wrists. His thumb and index finger would travel on, rubbing the slit of the twitching cock and lapping up the juices that came out of it with his tongue.

When Chanyeol felt like Baekhyun’s devlish mouth was pulling him closer and over the brink, his grip on Baekhyun’s head tightened. “Baek,” he groaned, “pull out now.”

Despite being warned, Baekhyun kept going. Chanyeol’s attempts to pull him off were in vain and soon, he closed his eyes and released himself inside Baekhyun’s mouth. The latter would have pulled away when Chanyeol had begun his release, but Chanyeol had unconsciously kept his head still.

After relaxing enough to come off his high, Chanyeol’s hold lessened and Baekhyun was able to pull his head away, coughing. Realizing what he had done, Chanyeol cursed and took Baekhyun’s face in his hands, forcing him to look up at him and noting how a thin line of cum dripped from his mouth.

“Damn it, Baek!” he growled as he watched Baekhyun wipe his mouth with his arm. “I warned you!”

“And I ignored you because I wanted to swallow you,” Baekhyun argued. “By the way, Chanyeol, you shoot at like fifty miles per hour. Calm down. You were hitting the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat, my—”

“You’re fucking crazy. I swear to god,” Chanyeol gritted, roughly kissing Baekhyun. “But I fucking love you.”

Baekhyun didn’t have any time to react to Chanyeol’s last remark; Chanyeol had pushed him away and turned him over so that his ass faced him. Not even having the time to look back at what his lover had in mind, Baekhyun felt his cheeks being spread apart. Gasping, Baekhyun clutched onto the sheets.

“Chanyeol, I didn’t ask you to rim me!” he cried.

“And I didn’t ask you to swallow, so hell, Baek.”

Biting his lips, Baekhyun gave in. He dipped his back and planted his face against the mattress, trying to keep his breathing under control as he felt Chanyeol’s tongue brush against his entrance. He whimpered when Chanyeol would put pressure against his cleft, and cried when the giant teased and placed small kisses just around the area. As Chanyeol worked his tongue, Baekhyun slipped his hand in between his legs, groping and tugging at himself, shooting more pleasure throughout his body.

After Baekhyun was writhing under his tongue and touch, Chanyeol decided that it was time to slip some digits into the male. Detaching himself, Chanyeol momentarily left Baekhyun crying and whimpering to draw out the lube from one of his cabinets. When he came back, he flipped his lover on his back.

“What’re you doing?” Baekhyun asked in a hushed voice. When he tried to get back on his knees, Chanyeol shook his head and gently placed him back down again.

“You said you wanted me to make love to you,” he said as he pulled open the cap and spread the gel-like substance on his fingers. “Well, I want you to watch.”

“That’s very lewd, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun mumbled, keeping his eyes away as his face blushed.

Rubbing the lube at Baekhyun’s cleft, Chanyeol smirked. “You’re the one who wanted to be fingered.”

Biting his lips, Baekhyun groaned and lifted his legs, spreading them. “Do me well, please.”

“I always do you well.”

“I know you do. That’s what I love about you.”

Chanyeol blinked. “Baek—”

Baekhyun cut him off as he wriggled his ass, yearning for attention. “I asked for four,” Baekhyun said in a soft voice. “Remember.”

“And I told you I’d do whatever you wanted me to do, princess. Now relax. You don’t stretch easily when you’re tense.”

Feeling the painful throbbing in between his legs, Chanyeol locked his jaw as he kept swiping his finger along Baekhyun’s puckered hole. Slowly Chanyeol slipped the first finger in. At the sound of Baekhyun gasping, he paused for a second, letting the male cope with the intrusion. After being given the go, Chanyeol continued.

He started with one finger, slowly thrusting it in until his knuckle met with Baekhyun’s skin. When Baekhyun was ready, Chanyeol added the second one. On more than one occasion he spread the two fingers apart in order to stretch Baekhyun’s muscle enough for the third. When it came to the fourth, he hesitated.

It wasn’t that putting in four fingers was the craziest thing that they’d ever done together. Chanyeol specifically remembered a time when Baekhyun did a handstand and balanced himself using the wall. And in that awkward situation, Chanyeol agreed to do a vertical sixty-nine position until Baekhyun grew tired.

But in that moment, four fingers meant technically sticking his entire hand in. To himself, Chanyeol admitted it. He had big hands, but Baekhyun didn’t seem to mind. Once he received a nod for the fourth, Chanyeol proceeded to push in.

With four digits, he slowly slid in and out in a rhythmic pattern, watching Baekhyun’s face change with every thrust. Unable to help himself, Chanyeol leaned forward and took Baekhyun’s mouth as the latter wrapped his arms around his neck.

As the fingers slowly were pounded in hard, Baekhyun met every thrust with the lift of his hips. Against Chanyeol’s lips, he begged for more. “Deeper. Deeper, Chanyeol, please,” he cried over and over again.

Chanyeol groaned. “My fingers can only go so far, baby.”

“Nghhh,” Baekhyun whimpered running his nails on Chanyeol’s back. “Make love to me already. Ah—I want you now, Yeol.”

Cursing, Chanyeol pulled out. Quickly stroking himself, he ordered Baekhyun to put his legs down. Letting his juices slick his shaft, Chanyeol moved on his knees and spread Baekhyun’s legs apart. Placing the tip of his shaft at the entrance that begged for penetration, Chanyeol looked Baekhyun in the eyes.


Biting his lips, Baekhyun forced himself to watch as Chanyeol swiftly entered. His grip on the sheets tightened and once the first shock was over, he let out a long breath. With chest heaving, Baekhyun’s breath control staggered.

Touching Chanyeol’s arm, Baekhyun gave him a flushed look. “Like the books, Chanyeol,” he said in a ragged breath.

“Better than the books, Baek.”

When Chanyeol began to thrust in, Baekhyun faltered and threw his head back for a second. As Chanyeol began his slow pounding, he reached over and touched Baekhyun’s head.

“Keep your eyes on me, Baek,” he ordered with a lustful expression. “Keep your eyes on what’s happening and what I’m doing to you.”

Baekhyun whimpered at Chanyeol’s touch. “But, Yeol, I can feel everything—ah!”

Chanyeol dug deep and stayed there for a split second before pulling out and repeating the process. “This is what loving someone looks like. You’re not a quick fuck, Baek. You don’t deserve that.” With every claim, Chanyeol rammed deeper, making Baekhyun grit his teeth.

“Yeol, stop saying—NghhGod!” Baekhyun cried, scratching at Chanyeol’s damp skin.

“You’re mine,” Chanyeol growled, feeling a strict feeling in his stomach. Drawing his eyes down for a split moment, he watched as his member disappeared into Baekhyun’s body with every insert. “You’re mine—Only I get to love you this way.”

“Y-You mean my body,” Baekhyun rasped.

“No,” Chanyeol snapped, giving Baekhyun one strong pound. “Not your body, damn it. Don’t you think that—ah, fuck. Don’t think that I’m in this for your body.” Picking up his pace, Chanyeol moved quicker. “Every time I take you, I’m not fucking you, Baek. I’m claiming you as mine and I’m loving you.”

Trying to keep eye contact despite the rocking of the bed, Baekhyun’s lips quivered. “Nghhh ahh—Why’re you telling me this?”

“You asked me to make love to you,” Chanyeol said in a low voice. “And that’s what I’m doing. Both in body and in words.”

“You’re embarrassing me,” Baekhyun whispered in a hitched breath.

“Good,” Chanyeol smirked. “That means you’re listening.”

“A-Ah—Stop talking, idiot,” Baekhyun cried.

With a grin on his face, Chanyeol complied. Holding onto Baekhyun’s waist, Chanyeol pulled him closer and pistoned faster. The room reverberated with the sound of their love making and Baekhyun’s cries for more. Their positions were changed numerous times in Baekhyun’s requests. It wasn’t until Chanyeol felt himself on the brink of coming once again that he flipped over Baekhyun, who was in a position with his ass up and face planted down. 

Baekhyun's legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist as Chanyeol continued to thrust while jerking Baekhyun off to his finish. Crying, Baekhyun released his spurting liquid all over his stomach and on Chanyeol's hand.

Shamelessly, Chanyeol lapped the juices while looking in Baekhyun's eyes, ultimately making his face red. "I love the taste of you," he chuckled.

"It's all in the diet," Baekhyun said in a breathless voice. "Now, hurry up and finish yourself."

With a satisfied expression on his face, Chanyeol held onto Baekhyun's legs and pounded himself in deep until he spilled his liquid inside. Groaning, Chanyeol rode out his orgasm and pulled out with his seething seeds dripping out.

Resting, Chanyeol rolled over on his back right next to Baekhyun where they took a few minutes catching their breath. When he had the strength to, Baekhyun touched Chanyeol's arm and rolled his upper body on the giant's chest, looking at him with a small smile on his face.

As he was moving hair off of Baekhyun's face, Chanyeol asked, "What's on your mind?"

Glancing down for a solemn moment, Baekhyun's smile softened. As he raised his hand and traced the outline of Chanyeol's lips, he sighed. 

"You're better than the books, Chanyeol. You're better than the books..."

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