(exo) uniform crotches
uniform crotches | chanyeol/kyungsoo | nc-17 | 2,745 wc
warning: gay sex, fingering, mostly pwp
summary: The recording of Growl stirred some feelings in Chanyeol that he didn't realize were there.
notes: written for this thread on exopromtmeme
Uniform Crotches
Chanyeol doesn’t know where it came from. Maybe when Kyungsoo chose him to do a duet of that American song together? Or maybe it was during the filming of Happy Camp when he held Kyungsoo in his arms and did those squats? Possibly between the two? Chanyeol has no idea.
But these feelings have hit him like a ton of bricks. As he sits on the ground between filming the music videos and the others get their makeup checked on, gripping the water bottle in his hand so tightly it may break, he realizes he likes Kyungsoo. Like, like likes Kyungsoo. To the point it almost hurts.
Chanyeol wonders how small Kyungsoo gets beneath the uniform he is wearing today. He wonders if his thighs are as soft as he thinks they will be. He also wonders if Kyungsoo’s voice gets as high as when he sings if Chanyeol-
Kyungsoo chooses this moment to sit and cross his legs in front of him. Chanyeol shifts to hide his half hard erection.
Those slacks hug tightly to every part of Kyungsoo that Chanyeol shouldn’t be looking at. His crotch, his ass, those thighs… Who even had the bright idea of dressing him in those godforsaken pants? Probably that one lady that gives Chanyeol the stink eye every time he looks at her.
“Hey Chanyeol?”
“Yes Soo?”
“The director said we have to get into our spots for the Chinese version.”
“Then why did you sit down?” Chanyeol makes to get up when Kyungsoo sets his unbelievably warm hand on his knee.
“Sehun almost threw up because of that fried squid he had earlier so they have to reapply his makeup.”
Chanyeol’s eyes bug out of his face as he hurriedly asks, “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Even if he wasn’t, he’d still be forced to finish the filming. We have a few minutes.”
Chanyeol hums his response as he looks around for Sehun. Kyungsoo plays with the hem of Chanyeol’s pants and sings the chorus of Growl in Mandarin in a low voice.
Sehun looks completely fine and this annoys Chanyeol. The fried squid from earlier had been delicious. Sehun is getting his makeup reapplied while sending him a thumbs up and Jongin, who is playing with the strands of bleach without blue in Sehun’s hair, winks at him and mouths ‘good luck’.
Chanyeol pushes his eyebrows together in frustration and decides to ignore the two youngest. He moves his gaze back to Kyungsoo, who is straightening his bowtie without much luck. “Do you need help?”
Kyungsoo looks up at Chanyeol from under his eyelashes and smiles softly. “Yeah.”
Chanyeol scoots a bit closer and speculates why he needs help with his bowtie. His tie is much more difficult to deal with.
Chanyeol pushes the thought aside and gets to work on making his bowtie a bit more presentable. As he works, he takes in occasional long breaths of the faint cologne on Kyungsoo and tries not to think about how close they currently are.
“Chanyeol!”
Chanyeol snaps his head up and accidentally hits his nose against the side of Kyungsoo’s jaw. “Yes?”
Kyungsoo giggles down at him. “You made it worse.”
They both look back down at the uneven monstrosity Chanyeol created and laugh.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes as he tries to fix it again.
“We don’t have time. It’ll be okay.”
=
It was most certainly not okay.
They are all piled into their separate vans and Chanyeol gets a chance to brood in the comfortable silence there always is in their car.
Even though he and Kyungsoo had been on the same side in both versions, he still had taken the opportunities to sneak glances at Kyungsoo when he was able. Every time, he focused on that luscious butt and those thighs that drove him crazy. Every time, he knew he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t help whenever his eyes slid to the singer.
He shifts and decides to look out of the window at the cars that pass them.
When Kyungsoo sang the refrain by himself and everyone turned to face him afterwards, Chanyeol had drunk in the sight before him. Even though Chanyeol hadn’t seen him when he sang, he could feel the force with which he sang. Chanyeol couldn’t help but stare at him when he turned.
An elbow to his ribcage breaks his reverie.
“Huh?” he mumbles.
Kyungsoo, who is sitting beside him, gestures a headphone toward him in invitation. Chanyeol accepts and holds his breath as Kyungsoo snuggles into him and rests his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder. This is going to be a long drive.
=
When they arrive back at the dorm, their Chinese counterparts are nowhere to be seen. Chanyeol goes straight to his room after quickly removing the light amount of makeup he had on, feigning an upset stomach as Sehun had earlier.
It earns him a glare from Sehun and Jongin while Joonmyun and Kyungsoo look genuinely concerned. Baekhyun only throws Chanyeol a “Don’t throw up on my bed” as he goes to wipe off all his makeup.
=
There’s a knock on his door about an hour later, though he doesn’t remember falling asleep.
“Yeah?”
None other than Kyungsoo walks in with slightly damp hair.
“It’s Friday.”
Chanyeol wracks his mind and can’t find a reason that’s significant.
“So the other members headed over to SHINee’s dorm for the new movie night since Jongin and Taemin wanted everyone to bond. I stayed behind to make sure you weren’t going to accidentally suffocate yourself in your sleep.”
Chanyeol puts his pillow to his mouth and smiles while he watches Kyungsoo close the door and sit on Baekhyun’s bed.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“I feel much better. A little sleep was what I needed.”
“That’s good. Having both you and Sehun sick from the place down the street makes me sad. I love that place. I guess I’ll have to start making fried squid,” Kyungsoo rambles as he looks absently around the room. Chanyeol can tell Kyungsoo is avoiding his gaze so he throws the pillow at his face.
Kyungsoo chuckles as he picks up the pillow after it landed on the floor. “You should be happy I took a shower earlier.”
“I am. You look better without all the makeup.”
The pillow he just threw now hits him in the face. “I’m completely serious Kyungsoo!”
He removes the pillow from his face and stares at the beautifully light blush of the man in front of him. Chanyeol sits up slightly against his giant pile of pillows and grabs Kyungsoo’s hand that sits in his lap.
“C’mere,” Chanyeol mumbles and lightly tugs on the warm hand in his. Kyungsoo giggles and tries to swat at Chanyeol’s hand. Almost like a kitten, Chanyeol muses as he tugs at him harder this time.
Kyungsoo lets out a quiet gasp as he lands in Chanyeol’s lap, his butt on top of Chanyeol’s cock after he readjusts. He doesn’t notice until Kyungsoo whimpers and squirms on top of him. Chanyeol lightly grips his hips and grinds up against the cleft of Kyungsoo’s ass, earning him a breathless whine.
“Do you like that Soo?” Chanyeol whispers huskily. Kyungsoo bites his lower lip and holds Chanyeol’s exposed forearms for support as he grinds down on the growing erection beneath him shyly. A low moan escapes them both.
“You looked so good today. I barely held myself back from jumping you when you walked out in that uniform. It hugged your ass perfectly. It stretched so teasingly over your cock. I tried not to stare.” Chanyeol leans forward and nips at the corner of his jaw that he unintentionally hit earlier. Kyungsoo mewls from the ministrations and starts a slow pace of rocking against the man beneath him.
“I can’t hold back anymore. Do you know what you do to me? The lingering touches, the meaningful words, the sidelong glances; they drive me crazy. You drive me crazy,” Chanyeol mumbles against Kyungsoo’s neck.
He trials kisses and playful bites down Kyungsoo’s neck until he reaches the space where neck connects to shoulder. He tugs the baggy sleep shirt over the younger’s head and continues his assault back up Kyungsoo’s neck. A particularly harsh thrust has Kyungsoo keening and he whimpers against the top of Chanyeol’s head.
He moves back up to Kyungsoo’s ear and licks the shell. It earns him a groan and delicate hands running through his unruly hair. He kisses down Kyungsoo’s jaw and moves to hover over his lips. “Tell me what you want,” Chanyeol growls as he cants upwards so their clothed cocks brush and they both moan.
“You. All of you,” Kyungsoo murmurs against the lips in front of him as he captures them. The kiss is chaste, innocent almost. He pulls Chanyeol’s undershirt over his head and splays his fingers over the elder’s barely noticeable ribs. Chanyeol lies down completely on his bed and watches the angel in his lap touch up and down his torso. He maps the dips and curves of Kyungsoo’s body, along with the way his muscles flex when he moves his hands against Chanyeol.
While Kyungsoo is still transfixed by the soft skin in front of him, Chanyeol reaches in to his bedside table and surfaces with a bottle of lube that he sets beside him. Kyungsoo watches his movements as he continues rubbing up and down.
“Have you…” Chanyeol trails off as he yanks his pants off and tugs at Kyungsoo’s basketball shorts.
Kyungsoo leans back and tugs off his shorts and briefs in one swift pull. He takes off Chanyeol’s boxers while answering with, “I’ve never been with anyone. Have you?” Chanyeol shakes his head slowly.
With those glorious thighs exposed and wrapped around his waist, Chanyeol can’t help himself when he rubs and kneads the flesh between his hands. Kyungsoo moans and bites his fist to keep himself from releasing more embarrassing noises.
“I want to hear you,” Chanyeol says as he sits up and pulls Kyungsoo’s hand out of his mouth and kisses the bite-marks on his fingers.
While he continues placing kisses on the hand in front of him, Chanyeol grabs the lube and covers his fingers in a generous amount, covering each finger evenly.
Kyungsoo sets the bottle aside and impatiently guides Chanyeol’s hand to his hole. As a finger traces his hole, Kyungsoo shivers and grabs the covers to steady himself. Chanyeol sits up while watching his face closely and inserting his finger in all the way. The younger’s breath hitches.
“You’re so tight,” Chanyeol mumbles to himself as he begins to draw circles on Kyungsoo’s hip with his free hand in hopes of getting him to relax. Kyungsoo takes deep breaths as he leans against Chanyeol and grinds down on Chanyeol’s finger experimentally. He pants against Chanyeol’s neck as he starts a slow rhythm of rocking down against the finger in him.
Kyungsoo looks up into the intense eyes watching him and crashes their lips together. He licks Chanyeol’s bottom lip and earns a groan with a tongue wrapped around his own. Kyungsoo surprisingly takes control of the kissing, though Chanyeol isn’t complaining. Kyungsoo breaks the kiss to moan when a second finger begins to push in alongside the first. The stretch and pleasant burn of the added finger almost made him come. To keep himself from falling off the edge, he stops all movement until the boiling in his stomach calms down. He starts an unhurried pace while still adjusting to the fingers that are so much bigger than his own.
Watching the younger come undone like this is almost too much for Chanyeol. He adds a third finger while feeling the all too familiar pooling in his stomach. He’s almost surprised that just preparing Kyungsoo has brought him to the edge; but, as he looks down and sees the beauty of the boy writhing in his lap, he realizes why.
Kyungsoo stops moving a few minutes later and pulls out Chanyeol’s fingers. He looks back and finally takes in the sheer size of Chanyeol. He doesn’t know if he should be anticipating that fucking him senseless or dreading fitting it inside of him.
Chanyeol seems to notice his hesitation and begins to rub his sides comfortingly. “I can just give you a blowjob,” he says reassuringly.
Kyungsoo laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve wanted this for a while. I just didn’t know you were this big,” he says while trying to fight back the blush creeping on to his cheeks. It’s Chanyeol’s turn to laugh as he kisses both of Kyungsoo’s flushed cheeks. He coats himself with lube and lines up with Kyungsoo’s hole.
Before the elder can do anything else, Kyungsoo impatiently lowers down onto Chanyeol’s pulsing length. Chanyeol throws back his head and groans at the heat surrounding him. When he fills himself completely, Kyungsoo lets out a moan. He leans against Chanyeol and adjusts so he’s more comfortable. While he adjusts, Kyungsoo starts kissing Chanyeol. He wraps his arms around the back of Chanyeol’s neck and buries his hands in soft hair.
Kyungsoo pulls up and slams back down onto Chanyeol. He breaks their kiss to moan hotly against Chanyeol’s ear.
Suddenly, Chanyeol is preventing him from moving with firm hips on his hips. He looks up into the burning of something really intense in Chanyeol’s eyes and wonders what he might have done wrong.
“You being this tight is making it hard for me to control myself from doing all sorts of things to you. If you don’t loosen up, I don’t know what I would do to you.”
Letting the words sink in, Kyungsoo moans at the thought of all the types of things Chanyeol would end up doing to him. He decides that those thoughts could wait and nuzzles into Chanyeol’s neck, trying his hardest not to keep clenching as tightly.
After a few attempts on Kyungsoo’s side to continue, Chanyeol is able to handle the suffocating heat and thrusts deep inside the younger. He lets Chanyeol establish the pace with which he bounces in the other’s lap. While they both work to maintain that pace, they let out moans and gasps.
A particularly hard thrust has the cock inside of Kyungsoo rubbing against his prostate, making him see stars. Chanyeol realizes this and holds slender hips in place as he rams into the same spot over and over again.
“Ch-Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo mewls while continuing to bury his face in the warmth of the neck in front of him. “I-I’m gonna come.”
“Touch yourself,” is mumbled against the top of Kyungsoo’s head. The command earns him a moan and a delicate hand tracing down between their bodies to start pumping his neglected dick.
Right now, the only thing that matters is Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. For him, it’s a mantra; the name of an angel sent from above to save him.
There’s so much heat and he’s being brought to the edge by the velvet insides of the man in his lap. Chanyeol is so close to his release. He’s surprised he even lasted this long, considering he had been yearning for Kyungsoo since mid-afternoon.
Kyungsoo comes first, throwing back his head with a euphoric sob, come landing on Chanyeol’s chest. The tightness and quivering of Kyungsoo around him has Chanyeol coming deep inside of the younger. Kyungsoo collapses on top of Chanyeol after milking him dry.
Chanyeol pulls out of Kyungsoo, earning him a whine. “I’m just going to go get a towel to clean you up,” he explains with a laugh while placing Kyungsoo on his bed.
When he returns with a slightly damp hand towel, he finds Kyungsoo drifting in and out of consciousness. He cleans both himself and Kyungsoo, throwing the towel in the dirty clothes hamper. He flings himself onto the bed and pulls the covers around the both of them.
“You okay?” Chanyeol asks as he pulls Kyungsoo’s back to his chest, linking his arms around his waist.
He hums in response and threads their fingers.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, Kyungsoo turns his head so their noses touch at the weird angle. “Hey Channie?” he asks groggily.
He hums as an assurance that he isn’t dead and that he is listening.
“You looked really good today too.”
Chanyeol can’t help but smile that smile that scares most people as he plants a kiss to Kyungsoo’s forehead.
- fuck i finally finished it
- i posted this on my personal account first whoops still getting used to posting on lj
- i took a week to write this
- and i haven't written anything this long in years
- i hope you enjoyed!!!
warning: gay sex, fingering, mostly pwp
summary: The recording of Growl stirred some feelings in Chanyeol that he didn't realize were there.
notes: written for this thread on exopromtmeme
Uniform Crotches
Chanyeol doesn’t know where it came from. Maybe when Kyungsoo chose him to do a duet of that American song together? Or maybe it was during the filming of Happy Camp when he held Kyungsoo in his arms and did those squats? Possibly between the two? Chanyeol has no idea.
But these feelings have hit him like a ton of bricks. As he sits on the ground between filming the music videos and the others get their makeup checked on, gripping the water bottle in his hand so tightly it may break, he realizes he likes Kyungsoo. Like, like likes Kyungsoo. To the point it almost hurts.
Chanyeol wonders how small Kyungsoo gets beneath the uniform he is wearing today. He wonders if his thighs are as soft as he thinks they will be. He also wonders if Kyungsoo’s voice gets as high as when he sings if Chanyeol-
Kyungsoo chooses this moment to sit and cross his legs in front of him. Chanyeol shifts to hide his half hard erection.
Those slacks hug tightly to every part of Kyungsoo that Chanyeol shouldn’t be looking at. His crotch, his ass, those thighs… Who even had the bright idea of dressing him in those godforsaken pants? Probably that one lady that gives Chanyeol the stink eye every time he looks at her.
“Hey Chanyeol?”
“Yes Soo?”
“The director said we have to get into our spots for the Chinese version.”
“Then why did you sit down?” Chanyeol makes to get up when Kyungsoo sets his unbelievably warm hand on his knee.
“Sehun almost threw up because of that fried squid he had earlier so they have to reapply his makeup.”
Chanyeol’s eyes bug out of his face as he hurriedly asks, “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Even if he wasn’t, he’d still be forced to finish the filming. We have a few minutes.”
Chanyeol hums his response as he looks around for Sehun. Kyungsoo plays with the hem of Chanyeol’s pants and sings the chorus of Growl in Mandarin in a low voice.
Sehun looks completely fine and this annoys Chanyeol. The fried squid from earlier had been delicious. Sehun is getting his makeup reapplied while sending him a thumbs up and Jongin, who is playing with the strands of bleach without blue in Sehun’s hair, winks at him and mouths ‘good luck’.
Chanyeol pushes his eyebrows together in frustration and decides to ignore the two youngest. He moves his gaze back to Kyungsoo, who is straightening his bowtie without much luck. “Do you need help?”
Kyungsoo looks up at Chanyeol from under his eyelashes and smiles softly. “Yeah.”
Chanyeol scoots a bit closer and speculates why he needs help with his bowtie. His tie is much more difficult to deal with.
Chanyeol pushes the thought aside and gets to work on making his bowtie a bit more presentable. As he works, he takes in occasional long breaths of the faint cologne on Kyungsoo and tries not to think about how close they currently are.
“Chanyeol!”
Chanyeol snaps his head up and accidentally hits his nose against the side of Kyungsoo’s jaw. “Yes?”
Kyungsoo giggles down at him. “You made it worse.”
They both look back down at the uneven monstrosity Chanyeol created and laugh.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes as he tries to fix it again.
“We don’t have time. It’ll be okay.”
=
It was most certainly not okay.
They are all piled into their separate vans and Chanyeol gets a chance to brood in the comfortable silence there always is in their car.
Even though he and Kyungsoo had been on the same side in both versions, he still had taken the opportunities to sneak glances at Kyungsoo when he was able. Every time, he focused on that luscious butt and those thighs that drove him crazy. Every time, he knew he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t help whenever his eyes slid to the singer.
He shifts and decides to look out of the window at the cars that pass them.
When Kyungsoo sang the refrain by himself and everyone turned to face him afterwards, Chanyeol had drunk in the sight before him. Even though Chanyeol hadn’t seen him when he sang, he could feel the force with which he sang. Chanyeol couldn’t help but stare at him when he turned.
An elbow to his ribcage breaks his reverie.
“Huh?” he mumbles.
Kyungsoo, who is sitting beside him, gestures a headphone toward him in invitation. Chanyeol accepts and holds his breath as Kyungsoo snuggles into him and rests his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder. This is going to be a long drive.
=
When they arrive back at the dorm, their Chinese counterparts are nowhere to be seen. Chanyeol goes straight to his room after quickly removing the light amount of makeup he had on, feigning an upset stomach as Sehun had earlier.
It earns him a glare from Sehun and Jongin while Joonmyun and Kyungsoo look genuinely concerned. Baekhyun only throws Chanyeol a “Don’t throw up on my bed” as he goes to wipe off all his makeup.
=
There’s a knock on his door about an hour later, though he doesn’t remember falling asleep.
“Yeah?”
None other than Kyungsoo walks in with slightly damp hair.
“It’s Friday.”
Chanyeol wracks his mind and can’t find a reason that’s significant.
“So the other members headed over to SHINee’s dorm for the new movie night since Jongin and Taemin wanted everyone to bond. I stayed behind to make sure you weren’t going to accidentally suffocate yourself in your sleep.”
Chanyeol puts his pillow to his mouth and smiles while he watches Kyungsoo close the door and sit on Baekhyun’s bed.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“I feel much better. A little sleep was what I needed.”
“That’s good. Having both you and Sehun sick from the place down the street makes me sad. I love that place. I guess I’ll have to start making fried squid,” Kyungsoo rambles as he looks absently around the room. Chanyeol can tell Kyungsoo is avoiding his gaze so he throws the pillow at his face.
Kyungsoo chuckles as he picks up the pillow after it landed on the floor. “You should be happy I took a shower earlier.”
“I am. You look better without all the makeup.”
The pillow he just threw now hits him in the face. “I’m completely serious Kyungsoo!”
He removes the pillow from his face and stares at the beautifully light blush of the man in front of him. Chanyeol sits up slightly against his giant pile of pillows and grabs Kyungsoo’s hand that sits in his lap.
“C’mere,” Chanyeol mumbles and lightly tugs on the warm hand in his. Kyungsoo giggles and tries to swat at Chanyeol’s hand. Almost like a kitten, Chanyeol muses as he tugs at him harder this time.
Kyungsoo lets out a quiet gasp as he lands in Chanyeol’s lap, his butt on top of Chanyeol’s cock after he readjusts. He doesn’t notice until Kyungsoo whimpers and squirms on top of him. Chanyeol lightly grips his hips and grinds up against the cleft of Kyungsoo’s ass, earning him a breathless whine.
“Do you like that Soo?” Chanyeol whispers huskily. Kyungsoo bites his lower lip and holds Chanyeol’s exposed forearms for support as he grinds down on the growing erection beneath him shyly. A low moan escapes them both.
“You looked so good today. I barely held myself back from jumping you when you walked out in that uniform. It hugged your ass perfectly. It stretched so teasingly over your cock. I tried not to stare.” Chanyeol leans forward and nips at the corner of his jaw that he unintentionally hit earlier. Kyungsoo mewls from the ministrations and starts a slow pace of rocking against the man beneath him.
“I can’t hold back anymore. Do you know what you do to me? The lingering touches, the meaningful words, the sidelong glances; they drive me crazy. You drive me crazy,” Chanyeol mumbles against Kyungsoo’s neck.
He trials kisses and playful bites down Kyungsoo’s neck until he reaches the space where neck connects to shoulder. He tugs the baggy sleep shirt over the younger’s head and continues his assault back up Kyungsoo’s neck. A particularly harsh thrust has Kyungsoo keening and he whimpers against the top of Chanyeol’s head.
He moves back up to Kyungsoo’s ear and licks the shell. It earns him a groan and delicate hands running through his unruly hair. He kisses down Kyungsoo’s jaw and moves to hover over his lips. “Tell me what you want,” Chanyeol growls as he cants upwards so their clothed cocks brush and they both moan.
“You. All of you,” Kyungsoo murmurs against the lips in front of him as he captures them. The kiss is chaste, innocent almost. He pulls Chanyeol’s undershirt over his head and splays his fingers over the elder’s barely noticeable ribs. Chanyeol lies down completely on his bed and watches the angel in his lap touch up and down his torso. He maps the dips and curves of Kyungsoo’s body, along with the way his muscles flex when he moves his hands against Chanyeol.
While Kyungsoo is still transfixed by the soft skin in front of him, Chanyeol reaches in to his bedside table and surfaces with a bottle of lube that he sets beside him. Kyungsoo watches his movements as he continues rubbing up and down.
“Have you…” Chanyeol trails off as he yanks his pants off and tugs at Kyungsoo’s basketball shorts.
Kyungsoo leans back and tugs off his shorts and briefs in one swift pull. He takes off Chanyeol’s boxers while answering with, “I’ve never been with anyone. Have you?” Chanyeol shakes his head slowly.
With those glorious thighs exposed and wrapped around his waist, Chanyeol can’t help himself when he rubs and kneads the flesh between his hands. Kyungsoo moans and bites his fist to keep himself from releasing more embarrassing noises.
“I want to hear you,” Chanyeol says as he sits up and pulls Kyungsoo’s hand out of his mouth and kisses the bite-marks on his fingers.
While he continues placing kisses on the hand in front of him, Chanyeol grabs the lube and covers his fingers in a generous amount, covering each finger evenly.
Kyungsoo sets the bottle aside and impatiently guides Chanyeol’s hand to his hole. As a finger traces his hole, Kyungsoo shivers and grabs the covers to steady himself. Chanyeol sits up while watching his face closely and inserting his finger in all the way. The younger’s breath hitches.
“You’re so tight,” Chanyeol mumbles to himself as he begins to draw circles on Kyungsoo’s hip with his free hand in hopes of getting him to relax. Kyungsoo takes deep breaths as he leans against Chanyeol and grinds down on Chanyeol’s finger experimentally. He pants against Chanyeol’s neck as he starts a slow rhythm of rocking down against the finger in him.
Kyungsoo looks up into the intense eyes watching him and crashes their lips together. He licks Chanyeol’s bottom lip and earns a groan with a tongue wrapped around his own. Kyungsoo surprisingly takes control of the kissing, though Chanyeol isn’t complaining. Kyungsoo breaks the kiss to moan when a second finger begins to push in alongside the first. The stretch and pleasant burn of the added finger almost made him come. To keep himself from falling off the edge, he stops all movement until the boiling in his stomach calms down. He starts an unhurried pace while still adjusting to the fingers that are so much bigger than his own.
Watching the younger come undone like this is almost too much for Chanyeol. He adds a third finger while feeling the all too familiar pooling in his stomach. He’s almost surprised that just preparing Kyungsoo has brought him to the edge; but, as he looks down and sees the beauty of the boy writhing in his lap, he realizes why.
Kyungsoo stops moving a few minutes later and pulls out Chanyeol’s fingers. He looks back and finally takes in the sheer size of Chanyeol. He doesn’t know if he should be anticipating that fucking him senseless or dreading fitting it inside of him.
Chanyeol seems to notice his hesitation and begins to rub his sides comfortingly. “I can just give you a blowjob,” he says reassuringly.
Kyungsoo laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve wanted this for a while. I just didn’t know you were this big,” he says while trying to fight back the blush creeping on to his cheeks. It’s Chanyeol’s turn to laugh as he kisses both of Kyungsoo’s flushed cheeks. He coats himself with lube and lines up with Kyungsoo’s hole.
Before the elder can do anything else, Kyungsoo impatiently lowers down onto Chanyeol’s pulsing length. Chanyeol throws back his head and groans at the heat surrounding him. When he fills himself completely, Kyungsoo lets out a moan. He leans against Chanyeol and adjusts so he’s more comfortable. While he adjusts, Kyungsoo starts kissing Chanyeol. He wraps his arms around the back of Chanyeol’s neck and buries his hands in soft hair.
Kyungsoo pulls up and slams back down onto Chanyeol. He breaks their kiss to moan hotly against Chanyeol’s ear.
Suddenly, Chanyeol is preventing him from moving with firm hips on his hips. He looks up into the burning of something really intense in Chanyeol’s eyes and wonders what he might have done wrong.
“You being this tight is making it hard for me to control myself from doing all sorts of things to you. If you don’t loosen up, I don’t know what I would do to you.”
Letting the words sink in, Kyungsoo moans at the thought of all the types of things Chanyeol would end up doing to him. He decides that those thoughts could wait and nuzzles into Chanyeol’s neck, trying his hardest not to keep clenching as tightly.
After a few attempts on Kyungsoo’s side to continue, Chanyeol is able to handle the suffocating heat and thrusts deep inside the younger. He lets Chanyeol establish the pace with which he bounces in the other’s lap. While they both work to maintain that pace, they let out moans and gasps.
A particularly hard thrust has the cock inside of Kyungsoo rubbing against his prostate, making him see stars. Chanyeol realizes this and holds slender hips in place as he rams into the same spot over and over again.
“Ch-Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo mewls while continuing to bury his face in the warmth of the neck in front of him. “I-I’m gonna come.”
“Touch yourself,” is mumbled against the top of Kyungsoo’s head. The command earns him a moan and a delicate hand tracing down between their bodies to start pumping his neglected dick.
Right now, the only thing that matters is Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. For him, it’s a mantra; the name of an angel sent from above to save him.
There’s so much heat and he’s being brought to the edge by the velvet insides of the man in his lap. Chanyeol is so close to his release. He’s surprised he even lasted this long, considering he had been yearning for Kyungsoo since mid-afternoon.
Kyungsoo comes first, throwing back his head with a euphoric sob, come landing on Chanyeol’s chest. The tightness and quivering of Kyungsoo around him has Chanyeol coming deep inside of the younger. Kyungsoo collapses on top of Chanyeol after milking him dry.
Chanyeol pulls out of Kyungsoo, earning him a whine. “I’m just going to go get a towel to clean you up,” he explains with a laugh while placing Kyungsoo on his bed.
When he returns with a slightly damp hand towel, he finds Kyungsoo drifting in and out of consciousness. He cleans both himself and Kyungsoo, throwing the towel in the dirty clothes hamper. He flings himself onto the bed and pulls the covers around the both of them.
“You okay?” Chanyeol asks as he pulls Kyungsoo’s back to his chest, linking his arms around his waist.
He hums in response and threads their fingers.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, Kyungsoo turns his head so their noses touch at the weird angle. “Hey Channie?” he asks groggily.
He hums as an assurance that he isn’t dead and that he is listening.
“You looked really good today too.”
Chanyeol can’t help but smile that smile that scares most people as he plants a kiss to Kyungsoo’s forehead.
- fuck i finally finished it
- i posted this on my personal account first whoops still getting used to posting on lj
- i took a week to write this
- and i haven't written anything this long in years
- i hope you enjoyed!!!