[Fic] Priorities - part two
Title: Priorities - part two
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Prompt: I really adored your Krisyeol BFF-turning-BF story :333 and may I request the skipped smut scene?
Sequel to Priorities
***
When Kris woke again, the bed was empty, a spot on the mattress where his brain had carved Chanyeol into stone. Chanyeol’s Spot. The spot where Chanyeol should’ve been. He held his breath, wondering if Chanyeol had left, before he heard water running, and stood.
“You scared me,” Kris said, just as Chanyeol was coming out of the bathroom.
Chanyeol’s strangled sound of shock, melting back against the doorframe as he stared at Kris made Kris want to chuckle.
“I thought you were still sleeping!”
“I was. And then I woke up, and you weren’t there. So.”
So he’d been scared. Kris saw that sank in, as Chanyeol began to grin.
“No reason to be scared now,” Chanyeol said, the words so near to a boast. “Good morning. It is still morning? Mm.”
Chanyeol made for his mouth, and it took two fingers pressed over Chanyeol’s lips and chin to stop him.
“Bathroom first,” Kris said.
Also, he was going to rid himself of the ick mouth. Chanyeol had his own toothbrush in Kris’s bathroom, so he suspected he’d done the same. Actually. Chanyeol had his own hairbrush, body wash- It was almost like they were living together, dating, and they’d only made out once.
“Mmk,” Chanyeol agreed, eyes flicking down Kris’s chest and letting him pass
Still, the feel of Chanyeol’s lips against his fingers, combined with the very unwise glimpse he’d taken at Chanyeol’s thighs - okay, everything - made closing the door that much harder.
That was mostly not a euphemism.
But the only thing better than almost waking against Chanyeol, he supposed, was walking out of his bathroom to see Chanyeol with his face mostly hidden in a pillow though obviously still smiling and making awkward waving motions with one hand. Kris wondered if that was supposed to be an invitation, and didn’t actually know but was taking it as such.
“We got more sleep,” Kris said as he climbed into bed.
“Yep.”
“Hungry?”
“Nope,” Chanyeol said, turning to face Kris fully.
“I’ll buy you…Breakfast? Lunch? Later.”
“You asking me on a date?”
“Maybe,” Kris said, raising his eyebrows.
“Before my good-morning kiss?” Chanyeol murmured, his mouth a hair’s breadth from Kris’s.
Maybe there were plenty of times when he’d wondered why it was Chanyeol that caught him so off guard. Inside, little cogs and gears that seemed to seize up tight when Chanyeol was gone, and race uncontrollably when he was near. Chanyeol right then was smiling, and Kris didn’t need to see his mouth to know it. The crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Kris closed his eyes and felt Chanyeol’s lips press to meet his. It was soft, but not tentative, the rubbing of lips and quiet exhale that he might have expected their first kiss to be like.
Not Chanyeol leaping onto him and kissing him blind.
Not that he’d minded that.
***
They fell into bed full clothed, Kris still shaking off one arm of his sweater as he tried not to take one of Chanyeol’s knees to a kidney. They fell stupid, too, because they ended up on the bed diagonal with lower legs and feet dangling, and Kris didn’t even realize it for a good five minutes. One of Chanyeol’s arms was around his neck, the other gripping his ear as Chanyeol met each and every kiss. Slow, purring kisses, open mouthed and filthy, all as they writhed together and moaned. There were few things about making out that Kris didn’t like, but there were so many things about making out with Chanyeol that he did like. Things like the almost involuntary sounds Chanyeol seemed to make as Kris sucked on his tongue, or touched his belly.
But it was when Kris let his teeth scrape along Chanyeol’s neck, sucking at the skin as he released it, that he received the one thing he knew he could not do without.
“Ohh,” Chanyeol moaned, the sound low, reverberating against Kris’s mouth as his fingers tightened painfully in Kris’s hair. “Kris.”
His name. Chanyeol moaning his name. The tingles started in his neck and slammed down his spine, and he nearly came right then.
Kris was dizzy with want, half cross-eyed by it as he raised his head and tried to focus on Chanyeol’s face.
“You’re really here,” he said. Of the innumerable ways his evening could have ended, the one he’d expected least was to end up on his bed with the taste of Chanyeol’s mouth on his tongue and his erection pressing against his hip.
Chanyeol looked at him, his face screwed up in concern. “Are you that drunk? You’re not hallucinating, I promise.”
“No. Say my name again.”
“Kris.”
Throaty and deep. The sound crisp and tilted just so as Chanyeol looked to him for approval. Kris swallowed hard, nodded.
“Chanyeol.”
A spark of understanding lit in Chanyeol’s expression, his eyes roaming Kris’s face. Kris’s mouth parted under the weight of Chanyeol’s stare, and he exhaled as Chanyeol’s hand gripped hard at the back of his neck.
“Kris,” Chanyeol said again, the sound more knowing, rougher than before.
They squirmed up the bed, finally fully on it and Chanyeol trapped him down with kisses and urgent moans. And Chanyeol’s face was flushed when he pulled away, settling his knees on either side of Kris’s hips. With his eyes on Kris’s, he popped the button on Kris’s jeans. When he got no rejection, looking up through his eyelashes he unfastened his own, revealing pale underwear.
It was all he could do to look away from Chanyeol’s hands, and the skin he was baring on both of them. But the look on Chanyeol’s face drew him, a look of utter concentration and somehow, like he were meditating. Like rocking against Kris’s body and touching Kris’s skin was more important than anything else. And he met Chanyeol’s kiss, nearly whimpering at the wet touch against him.
“You don’t have-“
“Shh,” Chanyeol said, kissing Kris again. All he knew was Chanyeol’s spit-slick hand jerking him off, and Chanyeol’s hips using Kris to stimulating himself, and Chanyeol’s tongue flickering against his. It wasn’t embarrassingly quick, but it was quick. His hand in Chanyeol’s sweaty hair, and moaning into Chanyeol’s mouth as he arched off the bed and came for him. And Chanyeol kept stroking him, mouth curved and breath quick.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, once he’d found his voice.
Chanyeol’s mouth opened for a beat, eyes darting between Kris’s.
“Hot,” Chanyeol settled on.
It shouldn’t have been possible to blush, but he did. He did, and he moaned as Chanyeol kissed him and began rutting against him in earnest. Almost to the point of pain, but he recognized a man close to letting go.
They were sounds of desperation, seeking an edge he couldn’t quite find. The stroke of Chanyeol’s hand between them and rubbing against Kris’s body
“Come on, come on, come on,” he urged, his fingers digging into Chanyeol’s buttocks through his underwear. “Chanyeol. Fuck.”
And with a gasp, Chanyeol came, wet against Kris’s stomach.
Chanyeol moaned, but the sound was a bit piteous muffled on Kris’s shoulder. And Kris’s brain drifted as they rested together, until Chanyeol nudged forward enough to free his mouth and start breathing heavily on Kris’s neck.
A move that just about killed him. No, and no, his body said, but yes please. In five minutes.
But Chanyeol snuffled. “Can I stay over?”
They were slowly being glued together with their pants open, and Chanyeol wanted to know if he could stay.
All Kris could do was laugh.
***
So Chanyeol had pouted a bit, but Kris had kissed him and hauled him onto his feet so they could clean up and be comfortable before sliding into bed to sleep. Which was how he woke up that morning to Yixing’s phone call with Chanyeol in his bed dressed only in underwear.
And how hours later, getting back in bed, he found Chanyeol kissing him, and cozying up against him wearing nothing at all. His hand slid over Chanyeol’s back, and there was no cloth there to stop him.
Chanyeol’s mouth just quirked. “I think I need to borrow some underwear.”
“Okay,” Kris agreed, amused.
“Food?” Chanyeol asked as Kris kissed his chin.
“Yes.”
“After-“ And the moan was tremulous as Kris’s teeth latched onto Chanyeol’s earlobe.
They had just enough time to beat the lunch rush, if they were quick. Not that quick was anywhere in his mind. He wasn’t sure if he pushed, or Chanyeol pulled, but Kris poised over Chanyeol’s body and caught his laughs. He wanted to see Chanyeol as he came in full light, watch as he came because of Kris’s hand and nothing else. Except maybe from his kisses, too. Chanyeol was artless, needy. He was determination and enthusiasm, learning and giving. And he got to watch, just like he wanted as Chanyeol shuddered and moaned against the back of his knuckles. Chanyeol panted, and that was all that Kris really needed as he nuzzled against Chanyeol’s cheek. Chanyeol was his then, kissing him, touching him. There was no one else.
He had some way of smiling and growling at the same time that had Kris’s brain dissolving into steam. One day, that mouth-
One day they could do a lot of other things for each other. That morning, all he wanted was to kiss Chanyeol’s wet lips, and listen to his snickers, and revel in the amazement that last night they hadn’t even known it was possible. It was so easy, and he hoped it wasn’t too easy. He wanted more than just a friend with a few benefits on the side. It felt too big to just say out loud as they soothed each other into a doze, and then he dragged Chanyeol into his tiny shower with the spitting spray. He rested his mouth against Chanyeol’s damp shoulder and looped an arm around his lower back as Chanyeol made motions of washing his back for him.
He didn’t know how to tell Chanyeol how long he’d felt something more for him, how he was flattened by the knowledge he was getting a chance. He didn’t know if Chanyeol would smack him in the head and tell him not to be sappy. He didn’t know how to say how happy he was when Chanyeol was happy. He’d told Chanyeol he loved him, as friends did. The words took out a banner in his mind, and he smoothed Chanyeol’s hair back from his forehead, holding his face and letting him blink the water out of his eyes.
“Chanyeol,” Kris said, thumbs smoothing along Chanyeol’s cheekbones as they looked at each other.
There were no words, just Chanyeol’s name and feelings bubbling inside. And he waited, in silence and the sound of the water’s spray as Chanyeol blinked at him, and slowly began to smile.
A smile that made Kris’s heart twist around like wind chimes in the breeze.
So he didn’t need words, as they laughed against each other forehead to forehead, and seamlessly began to discuss what they wanted to eat.
Maybe that was how it was supposed to have been all along.
They dressed, and he gave Chanyeol the requested underwear. It was half because he said he would, and half claiming as well. He wasn’t going to forget what Chanyeol was wearing.
“I wonder if we’ll see anyone we know?” Chanyeol asked, as he stepped into his shoes. He smiled, almost kind of angelically, and Kris wondered if he was as eager to show Kris off as he was to show off Chanyeol. He was half certain they were going to get halfway to food, and he was going to stop and realize, hey! They were going on a date!
“Our friends will gloat,” Kris said, pushing the back of Chanyeol’s head.
From his smile as he reached for Kris’s hand, it seemed like that was exactly what Chanyeol wanted.
***
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Prompt: I really adored your Krisyeol BFF-turning-BF story :333 and may I request the skipped smut scene?
Sequel to Priorities
***
When Kris woke again, the bed was empty, a spot on the mattress where his brain had carved Chanyeol into stone. Chanyeol’s Spot. The spot where Chanyeol should’ve been. He held his breath, wondering if Chanyeol had left, before he heard water running, and stood.
“You scared me,” Kris said, just as Chanyeol was coming out of the bathroom.
Chanyeol’s strangled sound of shock, melting back against the doorframe as he stared at Kris made Kris want to chuckle.
“I thought you were still sleeping!”
“I was. And then I woke up, and you weren’t there. So.”
So he’d been scared. Kris saw that sank in, as Chanyeol began to grin.
“No reason to be scared now,” Chanyeol said, the words so near to a boast. “Good morning. It is still morning? Mm.”
Chanyeol made for his mouth, and it took two fingers pressed over Chanyeol’s lips and chin to stop him.
“Bathroom first,” Kris said.
Also, he was going to rid himself of the ick mouth. Chanyeol had his own toothbrush in Kris’s bathroom, so he suspected he’d done the same. Actually. Chanyeol had his own hairbrush, body wash- It was almost like they were living together, dating, and they’d only made out once.
“Mmk,” Chanyeol agreed, eyes flicking down Kris’s chest and letting him pass
Still, the feel of Chanyeol’s lips against his fingers, combined with the very unwise glimpse he’d taken at Chanyeol’s thighs - okay, everything - made closing the door that much harder.
That was mostly not a euphemism.
But the only thing better than almost waking against Chanyeol, he supposed, was walking out of his bathroom to see Chanyeol with his face mostly hidden in a pillow though obviously still smiling and making awkward waving motions with one hand. Kris wondered if that was supposed to be an invitation, and didn’t actually know but was taking it as such.
“We got more sleep,” Kris said as he climbed into bed.
“Yep.”
“Hungry?”
“Nope,” Chanyeol said, turning to face Kris fully.
“I’ll buy you…Breakfast? Lunch? Later.”
“You asking me on a date?”
“Maybe,” Kris said, raising his eyebrows.
“Before my good-morning kiss?” Chanyeol murmured, his mouth a hair’s breadth from Kris’s.
Maybe there were plenty of times when he’d wondered why it was Chanyeol that caught him so off guard. Inside, little cogs and gears that seemed to seize up tight when Chanyeol was gone, and race uncontrollably when he was near. Chanyeol right then was smiling, and Kris didn’t need to see his mouth to know it. The crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Kris closed his eyes and felt Chanyeol’s lips press to meet his. It was soft, but not tentative, the rubbing of lips and quiet exhale that he might have expected their first kiss to be like.
Not Chanyeol leaping onto him and kissing him blind.
Not that he’d minded that.
***
They fell into bed full clothed, Kris still shaking off one arm of his sweater as he tried not to take one of Chanyeol’s knees to a kidney. They fell stupid, too, because they ended up on the bed diagonal with lower legs and feet dangling, and Kris didn’t even realize it for a good five minutes. One of Chanyeol’s arms was around his neck, the other gripping his ear as Chanyeol met each and every kiss. Slow, purring kisses, open mouthed and filthy, all as they writhed together and moaned. There were few things about making out that Kris didn’t like, but there were so many things about making out with Chanyeol that he did like. Things like the almost involuntary sounds Chanyeol seemed to make as Kris sucked on his tongue, or touched his belly.
But it was when Kris let his teeth scrape along Chanyeol’s neck, sucking at the skin as he released it, that he received the one thing he knew he could not do without.
“Ohh,” Chanyeol moaned, the sound low, reverberating against Kris’s mouth as his fingers tightened painfully in Kris’s hair. “Kris.”
His name. Chanyeol moaning his name. The tingles started in his neck and slammed down his spine, and he nearly came right then.
Kris was dizzy with want, half cross-eyed by it as he raised his head and tried to focus on Chanyeol’s face.
“You’re really here,” he said. Of the innumerable ways his evening could have ended, the one he’d expected least was to end up on his bed with the taste of Chanyeol’s mouth on his tongue and his erection pressing against his hip.
Chanyeol looked at him, his face screwed up in concern. “Are you that drunk? You’re not hallucinating, I promise.”
“No. Say my name again.”
“Kris.”
Throaty and deep. The sound crisp and tilted just so as Chanyeol looked to him for approval. Kris swallowed hard, nodded.
“Chanyeol.”
A spark of understanding lit in Chanyeol’s expression, his eyes roaming Kris’s face. Kris’s mouth parted under the weight of Chanyeol’s stare, and he exhaled as Chanyeol’s hand gripped hard at the back of his neck.
“Kris,” Chanyeol said again, the sound more knowing, rougher than before.
They squirmed up the bed, finally fully on it and Chanyeol trapped him down with kisses and urgent moans. And Chanyeol’s face was flushed when he pulled away, settling his knees on either side of Kris’s hips. With his eyes on Kris’s, he popped the button on Kris’s jeans. When he got no rejection, looking up through his eyelashes he unfastened his own, revealing pale underwear.
It was all he could do to look away from Chanyeol’s hands, and the skin he was baring on both of them. But the look on Chanyeol’s face drew him, a look of utter concentration and somehow, like he were meditating. Like rocking against Kris’s body and touching Kris’s skin was more important than anything else. And he met Chanyeol’s kiss, nearly whimpering at the wet touch against him.
“You don’t have-“
“Shh,” Chanyeol said, kissing Kris again. All he knew was Chanyeol’s spit-slick hand jerking him off, and Chanyeol’s hips using Kris to stimulating himself, and Chanyeol’s tongue flickering against his. It wasn’t embarrassingly quick, but it was quick. His hand in Chanyeol’s sweaty hair, and moaning into Chanyeol’s mouth as he arched off the bed and came for him. And Chanyeol kept stroking him, mouth curved and breath quick.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, once he’d found his voice.
Chanyeol’s mouth opened for a beat, eyes darting between Kris’s.
“Hot,” Chanyeol settled on.
It shouldn’t have been possible to blush, but he did. He did, and he moaned as Chanyeol kissed him and began rutting against him in earnest. Almost to the point of pain, but he recognized a man close to letting go.
They were sounds of desperation, seeking an edge he couldn’t quite find. The stroke of Chanyeol’s hand between them and rubbing against Kris’s body
“Come on, come on, come on,” he urged, his fingers digging into Chanyeol’s buttocks through his underwear. “Chanyeol. Fuck.”
And with a gasp, Chanyeol came, wet against Kris’s stomach.
Chanyeol moaned, but the sound was a bit piteous muffled on Kris’s shoulder. And Kris’s brain drifted as they rested together, until Chanyeol nudged forward enough to free his mouth and start breathing heavily on Kris’s neck.
A move that just about killed him. No, and no, his body said, but yes please. In five minutes.
But Chanyeol snuffled. “Can I stay over?”
They were slowly being glued together with their pants open, and Chanyeol wanted to know if he could stay.
All Kris could do was laugh.
***
So Chanyeol had pouted a bit, but Kris had kissed him and hauled him onto his feet so they could clean up and be comfortable before sliding into bed to sleep. Which was how he woke up that morning to Yixing’s phone call with Chanyeol in his bed dressed only in underwear.
And how hours later, getting back in bed, he found Chanyeol kissing him, and cozying up against him wearing nothing at all. His hand slid over Chanyeol’s back, and there was no cloth there to stop him.
Chanyeol’s mouth just quirked. “I think I need to borrow some underwear.”
“Okay,” Kris agreed, amused.
“Food?” Chanyeol asked as Kris kissed his chin.
“Yes.”
“After-“ And the moan was tremulous as Kris’s teeth latched onto Chanyeol’s earlobe.
They had just enough time to beat the lunch rush, if they were quick. Not that quick was anywhere in his mind. He wasn’t sure if he pushed, or Chanyeol pulled, but Kris poised over Chanyeol’s body and caught his laughs. He wanted to see Chanyeol as he came in full light, watch as he came because of Kris’s hand and nothing else. Except maybe from his kisses, too. Chanyeol was artless, needy. He was determination and enthusiasm, learning and giving. And he got to watch, just like he wanted as Chanyeol shuddered and moaned against the back of his knuckles. Chanyeol panted, and that was all that Kris really needed as he nuzzled against Chanyeol’s cheek. Chanyeol was his then, kissing him, touching him. There was no one else.
He had some way of smiling and growling at the same time that had Kris’s brain dissolving into steam. One day, that mouth-
One day they could do a lot of other things for each other. That morning, all he wanted was to kiss Chanyeol’s wet lips, and listen to his snickers, and revel in the amazement that last night they hadn’t even known it was possible. It was so easy, and he hoped it wasn’t too easy. He wanted more than just a friend with a few benefits on the side. It felt too big to just say out loud as they soothed each other into a doze, and then he dragged Chanyeol into his tiny shower with the spitting spray. He rested his mouth against Chanyeol’s damp shoulder and looped an arm around his lower back as Chanyeol made motions of washing his back for him.
He didn’t know how to tell Chanyeol how long he’d felt something more for him, how he was flattened by the knowledge he was getting a chance. He didn’t know if Chanyeol would smack him in the head and tell him not to be sappy. He didn’t know how to say how happy he was when Chanyeol was happy. He’d told Chanyeol he loved him, as friends did. The words took out a banner in his mind, and he smoothed Chanyeol’s hair back from his forehead, holding his face and letting him blink the water out of his eyes.
“Chanyeol,” Kris said, thumbs smoothing along Chanyeol’s cheekbones as they looked at each other.
There were no words, just Chanyeol’s name and feelings bubbling inside. And he waited, in silence and the sound of the water’s spray as Chanyeol blinked at him, and slowly began to smile.
A smile that made Kris’s heart twist around like wind chimes in the breeze.
So he didn’t need words, as they laughed against each other forehead to forehead, and seamlessly began to discuss what they wanted to eat.
Maybe that was how it was supposed to have been all along.
They dressed, and he gave Chanyeol the requested underwear. It was half because he said he would, and half claiming as well. He wasn’t going to forget what Chanyeol was wearing.
“I wonder if we’ll see anyone we know?” Chanyeol asked, as he stepped into his shoes. He smiled, almost kind of angelically, and Kris wondered if he was as eager to show Kris off as he was to show off Chanyeol. He was half certain they were going to get halfway to food, and he was going to stop and realize, hey! They were going on a date!
“Our friends will gloat,” Kris said, pushing the back of Chanyeol’s head.
From his smile as he reached for Kris’s hand, it seemed like that was exactly what Chanyeol wanted.
***