Chanyeol swiftly rid of Baekhyun’s shorts and threw them off to the side. Instinctively, Baekhyun drew his legs together and turned to one side to avoid being seen bare naked by Chanyeol. Chanyeol didn’t laugh despite the cute action. He grabbed Baekhyun by the shoulders and turned him on his back. He hovered over Baekhyun, looking him intently as his hand traveled up his thighs and eventually over his stiffening cock.
Chanyeol teased Baekhyun by roughly, then faintly brushing against his naked member without grabbing it to pump the life out of him like Baekhyun wanted. Baekhyun whimpered and thrashed his head mildly and Chanyeol watched in hot pleasure, capturing every sound and move Baekhyun made. “You’re mine,” Chanyeol stated in a deep, hoarse voice. His other hand ran through Baekhyun’s hair, then pulled it silently, making Baekhyun arch his neck on the bed and look up him. “No one else can see this side of you, damn it. Tell me, Baek.”
Baekhyun’s mind was all fogged. His thoughts were split between two things: what was happening to Chanyeol’s hand and his erection, and what was happening with the man in front of his face. “Chanyeol, stop it,” he cried. Baekhyun grew impatient and had his hands travel downwards to touch himself. “S-Stop teasing.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Baek,” Chanyeol whispered. He didn’t want Baekhyun to pleasure himself so his hands moved Baekhyun’s aside. The only one to pleasure Baekhyun was him, but Chanyeol needed to hear the words.
Baekhyun bit his lip. “Stop it, Park. If you’re not gonna—”
“Just tell me the words, Baek.”
“Fine! Fine!” Baekhyun cried, frustrated that Chanyeol wouldn’t even let him touch his own member. “I’m yours!”
“I’m holding you to those words,” Chanyeol said quietly. He stopped teasing Baekhyun and took him by the hand, receiving a small whimper from Baekhyun. “That’s right,” he seduced. He slowly stroked Baekhyun. “Keep crying out for me.”
“C-Chanyeol—” Baekhyun gasped. “The door…damn it, idiot, the door!” His hand went to grip Chanyeol by the arm. “Lock it…ngh…”
“Fuck, Baek,” Chanyeol let out a strained laugh. “Leave you to go lock a door when you’re like this?” He gripped Baekhyun making him squirm. “I don’t know, Baek. Having Kai burst in here and catch me making love to you seems kind of enticing.”
“Yah!” Baekhyun’s face grew visibly red. “This isn’t gonna happen, Yeol…shit.” He groaned as Chanyeol purposely pumped his harder. Baekhyun retaliated by pushing Chanyeol away and sitting up on the bed. As a domino effect, Chanyeol subconsciously let Baekhyun’s cock go. “I-I don’t want Kai to come in here.”
“Well neither do I.” Chanyeol’s eyes moved down to Baekhyun’s erect member. “I wouldn’t want him to see that.” He got off the bed and stood up. While walking to lock the door, Chanyeol slipped off his shirt and took off his shorts.
Before he was out of Baekhyun’s view, Baekhyun saw Chanyeol’s stark naked butt. He threw himself back down on the bed with his face planted in the pillow. What the fuck are you doing, you fucking idiot! Go! Grab your shorts! Get out of there! Even though his thoughts told him to go, Baekhyun’s throbbing member was enough to tell him to stay.
Baekhyun knew Chanyeol was back when he felt the bed move and skin brush against him. Chanyeol crawled on top of Baekhyun on all fours. “Baek, turn around.” Chanyeol grinned when Baekhyun shook his head, refusing to face him. “Fine.” Chanyeol spread his own legs a bit more, allowing him to lower his hips. He used a hand to knead Baekhyun’s ass before placing his erection in between his cheeks and teasingly imitating thrust movements against him.
Baekhyun’s lungs stopped functioning when he realized what the hell Chanyeol was doing. “Fuck, are you dry humping me?” He gave a small muffled laugh.
“Yeah, but I’d rather be inside of you,” Chanyeol hoarsely replied.
Baekhyun finally turned around. Chanyeol didn’t stop. When Baekhyun was finally on his back, instead of humping with his ass, Chanyeol was thrusting his member against Baekhyun’s. Despite the contact, Baekhyun refused to look down. He couldn’t bring himself to see Chanyeol’s manhood. “The…The lights…”
“No.” Chanyeol leaned in and licked Baekhyun’s lips. “I wanna see your face this time. I want you to know that it’s me making you feel this way and I want you to see us making love.”
Baekhyun blushed before he gave Chanyeol a weak scowl. “Quit calling this ‘making love’.”
Chanyeol laughed as he purposely made contact with Baekhyun’s cock with his own again. “We can call this ‘fucking’ if you wanna be vulgar, but there’s nothing vulgar about what we’re about to do.” Chanyeol ran a hand against Baekhyun, stopping to twist and pinch Baekhyun’s hard nipples.
Out of nowhere, after giving up the scowling face, Baekhyun craned his head high enough to meet with Chanyeol’s and took the initiative. Chanyeol didn’t need to be asked. Baekhyun gained immediate entrance to his mouth. The two tongues did their own erratic act of sex.
It was Chanyeol who pulled completely away, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching down on the floor. “What’re you doing, you idiot?”
Chanyeol chuckled. “As much as it physically hurts right now to move away from you, I can’t have you go through un-lubricated sex, babe.” Chanyeol rustled around the bag he came in with until he found the tube he was looking for.
Baekhyun couldn’t help but blush red and laugh a bit. “You bought that?”
Chanyeol shrugged as he made his way back to Baekhyun. “I came prepared, vixen.” Once reunited, Chanyeol spread Baekhyun’s legs wide apart. With the lights on, Baekhyun could see the sight of everything down there, but he didn’t want to. Chanyeol found his reluctance as a turn on. He positioned himself in between the legs, but leaned in to kiss and bite Baekhyun and his lips. Less vigorous were the kisses, which surprised Baekhyun since most of the lip locks initiated by Chanyeol were hard and deep.
Baekhyun heard the uncapping of the tube and then felt Chanyeol rub the slick product against his anal cleft. His hips bucked as if asking Chanyeol to insert the finger in, making Chanyeol grin. “Baek, I’ll let you have it. Don’t worry.”
“Like I am,” Baekhyun replied through gritted teeth.
Chanyeol thrusted the finger in and Baekhyun let out a breath of erotic air. Chanyeol wriggled the finger around until he found the sweet spot. He kept hitting it, adding more fingers. Baekhyun squirmed underneath him and Chanyeol took in the sight of the thrashing body. He leaned and planted kisses on Baekhyun’s body. He kissed his collar bone, neck and jawline. To him, his Baekhyun was perfect.
Beyond Chanyeol’s knowledge, Baekhyun’s hand traveled down, grabbed his by the wrist and pulled Chanyeol out. Chanyeol was alarmed and pulled away to look at Baekhyun. “What’re you doing?”
Baekhyun gave him a small grin before letting himself up and suddenly used a hand to switch their positions. Byun Baekhyun was now on top. Chanyeol laid on the bed, staring at Baekhyun. What Baekhyun began to do only happened in his dreams.
Baekhyun gave him a light kiss on the lips before creating a trail all the way down to Chanyeol’s throbbing erection. Before Baekhyun could get a taste of Chanyeol, Chanyeol reached out to grab his head. “Baek! No!”
“Why not?” Baekhyun asked, giving him a quizzed look. “You’re always the one…you know…doing it to me…I just wanted to—”
“Baek, you don’t have to,” Chanyeol told him, letting his head go. Bad mistake.
“What if I…What if I told you that I wanted to?” Baekhyun didn’t wait for a reply. He dipped his head back down and flicked Chanyeol’s cock head with his tongue. He grabbed it with his hand, moved his head and took the tip of Chanyeol in. Chanyeol couldn’t contain it. He threw his head back and moaned. He never thought his Baekhyun would do anything like this for him.
Baekhyun, inexperienced, didn’t know what else to do other than bob his head and suck at Chanyeol’s cock here and there. He didn’t even know if he was doing it right. He assumed he wasn’t, but to Chanyeol, Baekhyun was doing everything right for a beginner.
He didn’t want to spurt himself out in Baekhyun’s mouth so, again, he pushed Baekhyun off away from his cock. “Lube yourself and get on me.”
Baekhyun didn’t question him. He grabbed the bottom and splayed out some lubricant on his fingers. He didn’t know exactly how to apply it to himself, but he tried, trying to remember how Chanyeol had done it the first time that one night. He did it by sticking his finger in…Baekhyun reluctantly tried to imitate Chanyeol. He moved his leg and raised his hips, trying to position his finger right. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was having the time of his life watching the naked kid try to finger himself.
When Baekhyun succeeded in what he thought was sufficient lubing, he moved on top of Chanyeol, who grabbed him by the hips to help him position himself on him. Breathing hard, Baekhyun placed Chanyeol at his entrance. He tensed as he pushed himself on. Chanyeol helped by spreading his cheeks.
Baekhyun finally got Chanyeol’s cock head in and whimpered when it happened. Chanyeol hissed, keeping his hands firm on Baekhyun. There was nothing more he would’ve liked to do than to take control and thrust into Baekhyun, pounding into him with all he had, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He had to go at Baekhyun’s pace.
“Hey, Baek,” Chanyeol breathed. “Was your dream—ah…heh. Was your dream like this?”
Baekhyun’s lips quivered as he slid down the rest of Chanyeol’s length. “Y-yeah.”
“Yeah?” Chanyeol let out a small smirk. “Then come on. I can feel your walls tightly on me, Baek. You better start moving become I cum and make a big fat idiot of myself.”
“You’re already an idiot,” Baekhyun said in a broken voice. He slightly raised his hips before returning back to base. He placed his hands on Chanyeol’s chest as he repeated the action, raising his hips higher and higher every single time. It drove Chanyeol crazy especially when Baekhyun began to roll his hips. He didn’t know whether or not Baekhyun knew what the fuck he was actually doing, but Chanyeol couldn’t hold a thought for more than a second.
“But I’m your idiot,” Chanyeol added as he thrusted upwards every single time Baekhyun would drop back down in order to meet him in the middle and hit the pleasure spot. Baekhyun cried and subconsciously dug his finger nails on Chanyeol’s bare chest, which Chanyeol didn’t mind. He kind of wanted to see those marks after they were done. Those were proof that what is happening between them at the moment is real. Chanyeol tried to let Baekhyun have the upper hand, but his needs eventually took over. He pulled out of him.
Baekhyun cried. “Ah…What’re you doing?”
“Sorry, Baek.” Chanyeol sat up and used both hands to re-switch their positions. “I really just wanna pound into you right now.” Baekhyun nodded and Chanyeol spread his legs, quickly burying himself in Baekhyun again. He took a hand and lifted Baekhyun’s left leg up high and began to drill his sheer length into Baekhyun’s tight void fast and hard.
Baekhyun couldn’t contain himself and accidentally let out a loud moan. Embarrassed, he grabbed the pillow near him to cover his mouth, but Chanyeol wasn’t going to allow Baekhyun to cover his sounds. While penetrating him, Chanyeol reached down, took a hold of the fluffy item, and threw it on the floor. “When we do things like this, you won’t do that. Don’t cover your voice because I want to hear you in pleasure, you understand?” Chanyeol asked in a hard tone as he shoved himself deep inside Baekhyun with a swift, hard plunge.
“Okay, okay!” Baekhyun cried. Being in throbbing pain still, Baekhyun reached down to himself and began to do some self-service.
Chanyeol kept thrusting, but his eyes were feasting at the sight of Baekhyun jacking himself off. How the fucking hell did I find you…Chanyeol closed his eyes and let all the pleasure sink in. He eventually let go of Baekhyun’s leg and placed his hands on his waist, clashing their body parts together half way, just like what he did their first time.
It was Baekhyun who lost it first, cumming all over his hands and torso. The rest dripped, covering the head of his cock. At the sight of Baekhyun gushing, Chanyeol soon followed and Baekhyun began to feel something warm inside him. No doubt in his mind that it was Chanyeol.
Chanyeol wanted to fall on top of Baekhyun, but knew that he’d probably crush the smaller guy so once he pulled out, he settled on the space next to him. The two lied there, catching their breaths, hearing the progress of their breathing slowly go from harsh panting to leveled breathing.
When Baekhyun got up, Chanyeol pulled him back. “Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbled as he pulled Baekhyun closer to his chest.
“I’m going to go clean the mess you left in my butt,” Baekhyun replied pushing away.
“I can do that,” Chanyeol smirked.
“No,” Baekhyun said as he was able to pry Chanyeol away. “You’re probably gonna get turned on by the freaking task.”
Chanyeol shrugged as he watched Baekhyun awkwardly walk his way to the bathroom, using the wall as a balance helper. “Probably.”
Baekhyun turned a corner and was out of Chanyeol’s sight as he entered the bathroom, to which Chanyeol heard, “You’re too fucking sexually forward, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol grinned to himself. “Only with you, Baek,” he replied, though he knew that with the voice he said it in, Baekhyun would never heard the words. He was fine with that.
“Put your hands on the wall and bend the fuck over.”
“Why?” the younger asked as he was forced to take off his own clothing.
“Because I told you to, Panda Shit!”
The younger scowled at the male barking orders at him like a dog. “Fuck you, Kris…”
“We’ll get to that soon enough.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.” Then, a hand came down and slapped the younger one’s ass.