Relapses
Title: Relapses
Pairing: Baekyeol (Baekhyun/Chanyeol)
Length/Wordcount: Drabble/ 1k+
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexually graphic content
Summary: Baekhyun can't quit his addiction.
How many times had it been?
Baekhyun counts the times with each thrust and loud groan.
The first time had been an accident, he reasons. Nobody expected them to meet again at the bar. The second time was the beginning of an addiction, but he had promised to stop. The third time was a relapse, but he’d shown up on his doorstep, sopping wet and shivering from the autumn downpour.
Baekhyun loses count at the eighteenth time, when he had readily fallen into bed after a night of denying himself. He had been needy, unable to keep himself away from the drug.
Okay, so the one-time exception excuse wouldn’t work.
Tonight (how many times had it been?) was just another accident. This would be the last time, this was just another drunken mistake after the phone call.
Fuck. This would not be the last time. He was too addicted.
Chanyeol gives one last thrust into Baekhyun, biting into his shoulder and moaning loudly as he comes. The sensation bores into Baekhyun, who digs his fingers into Chanyeol’s back, coming and whining as his lover bites the sensitive spot on his neck. The world is painted white as he orgasms wildly, keening into Chanyeol.
They lie there silently, Chanyeol still in him, gently rubbing circles on the small of his back. Tomorrow, there would be red stripes on Chanyeol’s back where Baekhyun had scratched him, and most likely there would be more evidence on Baekhyun’s neck. They lie there, sensitive to each other’s movements and bodies. Chanyeol lazily kisses Baekhyun, nibbling on his bottom lip and smiling sleepily at him.
An addiction it was, then. Maybe he’d quit after next time.
-
The morning after always seems like it would be awkward. Baekhyun creeps quietly into the kitchen, secretly hoping Chanyeol had left. He always hopes that when he wakes to an empty bed.
But Chanyeol is stretched across the couch in thin boxers, red welts lining his torso and arms and a bowl of cereal in one hand. He grins at Baekhyun and shifts over to make room. Baekhyun sighs, out of either disappointment or at how beautiful the vision is, and slips into the open space in Chanyeol’s arms. Their bodies meld together perfectly, despite their height difference. Baekhyun leans into Chanyeol, savoring the warmth. Chanyeol is always warm, despite the morning cold.
Lunch is quiet, as Baekhyun wonders as to why Chanyeol is still there. This is a break in their routine, when Chanyeol leaves wordlessly after the morning after. But they sit in the café quietly, Baekhyun poking at his sandwich and Chanyeol tentatively sipping his latté.
“They don’t make these hot enough.” These are the first words that Chanyeol speaks after hours of comfortable silence. Baekhyun still marvels in his deep voice; he vaguely remembers falling in love with it between nights four and five.
“Oh.” The reply is sufficient. Baekhyun thinks Chanyeol had learned during night eleven that Baekhyun is loudest with a glass of chardonnay and a large bed.
Baekhyun scratches at a patch of skin on his neck, wincing when his fingers come in contact with it. He flushes a deep red when he remembers where the raw patch of skin had come from. Suddenly conscious, he tries to tug his shirt collar over it to no avail.
Chanyeol watches him with large eyes. A coy smile breaks out over his face as he suddenly stands up. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not really hungry.”
-
Baekhyun doesn’t truly remember how he ends up here again. There was no chardonnay this time, nothing to blame for another relapse. No, it had taken much less than a glass of chardonnay this time.
He slightly recalls Chanyeol’s arms pinning him to the elevator wall while he pressed his tongue to the inside of Baekhyun’s cheek. Perhaps he had gently bitten his ear or sucked on the same sensitive spot from the previous night.
Baekhyun clearly recalls Chanyeol slamming the door shut as they tumbled back into Baekhyun’s apartment, arms tangled and cocks already straining against their jeans. Chanyeol had ended up pressed against the wall, his fingers tangled and pulling at Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhyun sucked him off with reckless abandon. Baekhyun definitely recalls the sensation of Chanyeol fucking his mouth and groaning each time Baekhyun had fit the whole length of his cock into his mouth, reaching into the back of his throat.
In between groans of Hyung-ah, please. H-hyung… Chanyeol pulls his cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth and picks him up, pinning him against the opposite wall of the hallway and kisses him wildly. The feel of their tongues intertwining, hot and wet, and the feel of Chanyeol’s hard cock rubbing against his jeans as he hitches his legs around him are too much to bear.
Eventually they fall into bed, leaving a trail of clothes from the door. Chanyeol pushes into him after fumbling with the lube from the bedside table, dribbling it all over Baekhyun’s eager body. They move in unison, Chanyeol’s hands playing with Baekhyun’s cock as thrusts with a steady pace. Baekhyun closes his eyes as the sensation of Chanyeol’s throbbing cock over takes him, shooting bliss through every nerve.
Baekhyun scratches at Chanyeol again, unable to contain the ecstasy rocking through his body. The feel of his nails digging into the sensitive skin of his back sets Chanyeol off, and with one last moan of hyung-ah, fuck he comes into Baekhyun, hips pushing violently. Baekhyun bites his lip as blinding pleasure sets his body on fire, and he bucks wildly as wave after wave of orgasm possesses his body.
They lie there again as one, whispering incoherent things to each other. Their bodies are sticky, yet Chanyeol remains on top of Baekhyun, holding him delicately. Baekhyun stares at the ceiling, one hand still gently digging into Chanyeol’s back as the other plays with a sweat-slicked lock of hair.
How many times had he given into the addiction is still a mystery.
Baekhyun finds that he doesn’t care to quit.
-
UHM. I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry.
This was originally a plot for Megan's birthday present, but I suppose now it's just my mind rambling and encountering things I shouldn't be. OH WELL. Another Baekyeol for you.
Pairing: Baekyeol (Baekhyun/Chanyeol)
Length/Wordcount: Drabble/ 1k+
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexually graphic content
Summary: Baekhyun can't quit his addiction.
How many times had it been?
Baekhyun counts the times with each thrust and loud groan.
The first time had been an accident, he reasons. Nobody expected them to meet again at the bar. The second time was the beginning of an addiction, but he had promised to stop. The third time was a relapse, but he’d shown up on his doorstep, sopping wet and shivering from the autumn downpour.
Baekhyun loses count at the eighteenth time, when he had readily fallen into bed after a night of denying himself. He had been needy, unable to keep himself away from the drug.
Okay, so the one-time exception excuse wouldn’t work.
Tonight (how many times had it been?) was just another accident. This would be the last time, this was just another drunken mistake after the phone call.
Fuck. This would not be the last time. He was too addicted.
Chanyeol gives one last thrust into Baekhyun, biting into his shoulder and moaning loudly as he comes. The sensation bores into Baekhyun, who digs his fingers into Chanyeol’s back, coming and whining as his lover bites the sensitive spot on his neck. The world is painted white as he orgasms wildly, keening into Chanyeol.
They lie there silently, Chanyeol still in him, gently rubbing circles on the small of his back. Tomorrow, there would be red stripes on Chanyeol’s back where Baekhyun had scratched him, and most likely there would be more evidence on Baekhyun’s neck. They lie there, sensitive to each other’s movements and bodies. Chanyeol lazily kisses Baekhyun, nibbling on his bottom lip and smiling sleepily at him.
An addiction it was, then. Maybe he’d quit after next time.
-
The morning after always seems like it would be awkward. Baekhyun creeps quietly into the kitchen, secretly hoping Chanyeol had left. He always hopes that when he wakes to an empty bed.
But Chanyeol is stretched across the couch in thin boxers, red welts lining his torso and arms and a bowl of cereal in one hand. He grins at Baekhyun and shifts over to make room. Baekhyun sighs, out of either disappointment or at how beautiful the vision is, and slips into the open space in Chanyeol’s arms. Their bodies meld together perfectly, despite their height difference. Baekhyun leans into Chanyeol, savoring the warmth. Chanyeol is always warm, despite the morning cold.
Lunch is quiet, as Baekhyun wonders as to why Chanyeol is still there. This is a break in their routine, when Chanyeol leaves wordlessly after the morning after. But they sit in the café quietly, Baekhyun poking at his sandwich and Chanyeol tentatively sipping his latté.
“They don’t make these hot enough.” These are the first words that Chanyeol speaks after hours of comfortable silence. Baekhyun still marvels in his deep voice; he vaguely remembers falling in love with it between nights four and five.
“Oh.” The reply is sufficient. Baekhyun thinks Chanyeol had learned during night eleven that Baekhyun is loudest with a glass of chardonnay and a large bed.
Baekhyun scratches at a patch of skin on his neck, wincing when his fingers come in contact with it. He flushes a deep red when he remembers where the raw patch of skin had come from. Suddenly conscious, he tries to tug his shirt collar over it to no avail.
Chanyeol watches him with large eyes. A coy smile breaks out over his face as he suddenly stands up. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not really hungry.”
-
Baekhyun doesn’t truly remember how he ends up here again. There was no chardonnay this time, nothing to blame for another relapse. No, it had taken much less than a glass of chardonnay this time.
He slightly recalls Chanyeol’s arms pinning him to the elevator wall while he pressed his tongue to the inside of Baekhyun’s cheek. Perhaps he had gently bitten his ear or sucked on the same sensitive spot from the previous night.
Baekhyun clearly recalls Chanyeol slamming the door shut as they tumbled back into Baekhyun’s apartment, arms tangled and cocks already straining against their jeans. Chanyeol had ended up pressed against the wall, his fingers tangled and pulling at Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhyun sucked him off with reckless abandon. Baekhyun definitely recalls the sensation of Chanyeol fucking his mouth and groaning each time Baekhyun had fit the whole length of his cock into his mouth, reaching into the back of his throat.
In between groans of Hyung-ah, please. H-hyung… Chanyeol pulls his cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth and picks him up, pinning him against the opposite wall of the hallway and kisses him wildly. The feel of their tongues intertwining, hot and wet, and the feel of Chanyeol’s hard cock rubbing against his jeans as he hitches his legs around him are too much to bear.
Eventually they fall into bed, leaving a trail of clothes from the door. Chanyeol pushes into him after fumbling with the lube from the bedside table, dribbling it all over Baekhyun’s eager body. They move in unison, Chanyeol’s hands playing with Baekhyun’s cock as thrusts with a steady pace. Baekhyun closes his eyes as the sensation of Chanyeol’s throbbing cock over takes him, shooting bliss through every nerve.
Baekhyun scratches at Chanyeol again, unable to contain the ecstasy rocking through his body. The feel of his nails digging into the sensitive skin of his back sets Chanyeol off, and with one last moan of hyung-ah, fuck he comes into Baekhyun, hips pushing violently. Baekhyun bites his lip as blinding pleasure sets his body on fire, and he bucks wildly as wave after wave of orgasm possesses his body.
They lie there again as one, whispering incoherent things to each other. Their bodies are sticky, yet Chanyeol remains on top of Baekhyun, holding him delicately. Baekhyun stares at the ceiling, one hand still gently digging into Chanyeol’s back as the other plays with a sweat-slicked lock of hair.
How many times had he given into the addiction is still a mystery.
Baekhyun finds that he doesn’t care to quit.
-
UHM. I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry.
This was originally a plot for Megan's birthday present, but I suppose now it's just my mind rambling and encountering things I shouldn't be. OH WELL. Another Baekyeol for you.