Peek
Peek
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Chantao, Taoxself
Genre; Smut
Warnings and Kinks; self-pleasure, voyeurism
Summary; Zitao needs a little relief, and Chanyeol likes what he sees.
Word count; 1804
Notes; As always, this was requested (sorry it's so late!! ;-;). Enjoy.
Zitao refused to get up off the floor.
"Come on," Minseok urged, dragging at the Chinese guy's hand and managing to slide him a handful of inches closer to the door.
"Stop, hyung," he whined out in his accented Korean, tugging his arm from the eldest's grip.
"Up, up," Baekhyun insisted, poking Zitao in the side with his foot.
"I'm not coming." Zitao pouted and remained laid out flat.
Even Sehun's attempts were thwarted, as he climbed over Zitao and sat on his chest, prodding at his face, only to have Zitao roll the maknae off of himself in a fluid motion.
Eventually the ten other guys gave him up for a lost cause. They were all exhausted from a full day's practice, and none had the patience to deal with petulant Zitao just then.
"Fine," Joonmyun said decisively as he ushered the other members toward the door. "But I don't want you staying here all night. Text me when you're headed back."
Zitao heaved a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. "Yes, hyung. I won't be long."
"You're being a weenie," Jongin accused in a tired voice, nudging Zitao's leg on his way past. "We're all fine to get up and leave."
"Just come on," Joonmyun insisted, pulling Jongin along. "Let him have a little time to himself." He led the group out of the practice room and closed the door behind them. They slugged along toward the vans, sweaty and in need of showers and sleep. Joonmyun ensured that they were all loaded into the vehicles, but he paused for a long moment.
"Chan," he addressed, and Chanyeol turned to look at him questioningly. Joonmyun sighed a little. "Would you stay behind and make sure he gets back okay?"
Chanyeol couldn't resist rolling his eyes, but he agreed anyway. "Yeah, I'll go babysit," he grumbled, really just wanting to slump into the car seat until they reached to dorm, then fall into bed and sleep. He climbed back out of the van and headed back into the building. He stopped inside to sit down for a short while by himself, drinking water from the bottle in his bag and hesitant to return to the practice room because a whining Zitao was not what he wanted to deal with when he was this tired.
Still, he'd agreed to ensuring the guy's safety, so Chanyeol packed his water bottle away and again and slowly made his way through the halls to the practice room. He eased the door open, looked inside, and froze on the spot.
~~~~~
Zitao spent a long few moments after the door had shut just laying out on the floor in silence. Then he slowly stretched his arms up over his head, arching his back slightly off the floor as he stretched out his tired muscles. He sank back to a more relaxed position and smiled to himself. He dropped his head to the side and looked at himself in the large mirror lining the wall, the lines of his body and the way his chest looked as it rose and fell with each breath he took, sweat dampening his hair to his forehead.
He brought his arms down as slowly as he'd raised them, using one to push his damp hair from his face and the other sliding down to rest on his chest to move with its rise and fall. A grin edged its way onto his face as he raised his hand to perch two fingertips on his chest, then walked his hand down to the bottom edge of his shirt. His eyes followed his hand's reflection in the mirror. When he'd reached the hem, he pinched it between his fingers and very slowly dragged it up to bare his midriff.
He laid his hand out flat again but didn't touch himself yet, hovering his hand less than half an inch above his newly bared skin. His fingers spread and his palm shifted, imitating stroking his stomach, and he sucked in a small breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He didn't hear the door to the practice room open just then.
Finally he laid his hand on his stomach and the sensation almost made him moan, his eyes open again to take in the sight he was making for and of himself. He slid his hand across his skin slowly, traveling downward until he met the waistband of his track pants. He paused to consider his next move, then edged his fingertips beneath his waistband, allowing himself a small whimper. What he really wanted was to plunge his hand further down and grab his already half-hard cock, but he resisted, running his fingertips in teasing circles against his skin. His other hand joined in, laying out against his stomach with his fingertips finding their way just inside his pants to tease and touch.
~~~~~
Chanyeol wasn't sure at what point his hand unfroze, but completely independent of the rest of him, it reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening his camera. He licked at his lips slightly, impossibly aroused by the sight of Zitao touching himself on the floor of the practice room. His thumb hit 'record' as he pointed the phone at Zitao.
~~~~~
Zitao slid one hand deeper into his pants to brush gently against his hardening cock. He let out a small moan, hips pressing toward the touch, but he pulled his hand away again, not willing to rush. His other hand left his pants to push his shirt further up. His fingers flitted their way across his chest playfully before stopping at a nipple. He brought his hand to his mouth to suck on a fingertip and get it wet, then he brought it back down to his nipple and ran the moisture in a circle, hardening his nipple almost instantly.
Finally he decided to proceed, wrapping a hand around himself and leading himself out of his pants. He flicked at his dampened nipple as he began stroking himself slowly, taking in the sight in the mirror with hungry eyes, the expressions that crossed his face as he stroked, squeezed, twisted his hand.
Moaning softly, he kept his pace slow and teasing, wanting to absorb every moment he could of looking like this for himself. He ran his thumb over his tip and squeezed himself lightly.
He gave his nipple a quick pinch, then trailed his hand down to gently roll his balls as he gripped himself a little harder. But he was frustrated by the way his waistband impeded his view, so he released himself to shove his pants off quickly. His hands found their way back, one wrapping around him again and the other continuing to drop lower and press behind his balls. He moaned a little at the feeling, and rocked down toward the touch. His eyes slid half shut, but he wouldn't let himself competely block out the sight. He allowed himself to stroke a little faster, loving how hard he was for himself.
He focused on his tip, rapid jerks of his hand against just the final inch of himself as his other hand continued its journey down, his fingers grazing against his hole and making him breathe out a sound of approval.
~~~~~
With a hand pressed to the front of his pants, Chanyeol tried to remain still and silent. So far he'd gone completely unnoticed, and he knew it would be bad if he got caught now, hard, palming himself, his phone recording the scene inside the practice room. He couldn't recall having seen anything sexier in his life than Zitao getting off to Zitao getting off. He rubbed his palm harder against himself and swallowed silently.
~~~~~
Zitao returned his hand to his mouth once again to thorougly wet two digits, soaking them in spit until it was dripping off. He knew it still wouldn't be enough, though, as he brought his hand back down and slowly pressed those wet fingers into himself. He groaned out at the stretch, feeling too dry but not willing to stop. His hand moved faster against his tip, helping to distract himself as he pressed his fingers in as far as they would go at that awkward angle.
He spread his legs wider to get a better view, moaning as he began fingering himself, the sight almost as good as the feeling. His hand resumed full strokes up and down his rigid cock, keeping the same fast pace. As much as he loved to tease himself, the sight of him spread out with two fingers burying themselves into his hole and his cock beginning to leak had him desperate to find his finish.
Pressing down hard against his own fingers, Zitao didn't hold back any of his sounds of pleasure. His fingers curled as they dragged out of his body and he almost cried out his own name but bit back the arrogant sound at the last moment. Both hands moved faster, each chasing the other and trying to surpass one another until Zitao was a mess of moaning and rutting. Staring at himself with heavily lidded eyes, he cried out and arched off the floor as he came.
Finally he let his eyes fall shut, his fingers carefully sliding out of his body as the hand around his cock slowed to a stop.
~~~~~
Chanyeol was painfully hard and knew if Zitao looked up now it would be obvious what he'd been doing, so he stopped his phone and shoved it into his pocket, then eased the door almost completely shut and hurried down the hall. Once he rounded a corner, he sank down to the floor, trying to collect himself. He still had to go face Zitao and make sure he got home safely.
~~~~~
Zitao wiped his hand off on his shirt lazily and slowly got to his feet. Peeling off his shirt, he shoved it into his bag and located a clean one. He tugged on the new shirt, then his pants, and looked himself over in the mirror. When he caught his own eye he grinned.
~~~~~
Chanyeol waited until he was only half hard before tucking himself up into his waistband and dragging himself to the practice room. He hesitated for a long moment outside the door, then knocked and walked in.
Zitao was just slinging his bag over his shoulder, and he smiled at Chayeol. "I thought everyone left."
Chanyeol shrugged, finding it hard to meet Zitao's eyes. "I got sent back to get you. Ready?"
Zitao nodded and led the way out of the room, muttering about how he was old enough to take care of himself, and Chanyeol thought that he'd never agreed with that more. And the next chance he got, he'd be enjoying his new video of all grown up Zitao.
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Chantao, Taoxself
Genre; Smut
Warnings and Kinks; self-pleasure, voyeurism
Summary; Zitao needs a little relief, and Chanyeol likes what he sees.
Word count; 1804
Notes; As always, this was requested (sorry it's so late!! ;-;). Enjoy.
Zitao refused to get up off the floor.
"Come on," Minseok urged, dragging at the Chinese guy's hand and managing to slide him a handful of inches closer to the door.
"Stop, hyung," he whined out in his accented Korean, tugging his arm from the eldest's grip.
"Up, up," Baekhyun insisted, poking Zitao in the side with his foot.
"I'm not coming." Zitao pouted and remained laid out flat.
Even Sehun's attempts were thwarted, as he climbed over Zitao and sat on his chest, prodding at his face, only to have Zitao roll the maknae off of himself in a fluid motion.
Eventually the ten other guys gave him up for a lost cause. They were all exhausted from a full day's practice, and none had the patience to deal with petulant Zitao just then.
"Fine," Joonmyun said decisively as he ushered the other members toward the door. "But I don't want you staying here all night. Text me when you're headed back."
Zitao heaved a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. "Yes, hyung. I won't be long."
"You're being a weenie," Jongin accused in a tired voice, nudging Zitao's leg on his way past. "We're all fine to get up and leave."
"Just come on," Joonmyun insisted, pulling Jongin along. "Let him have a little time to himself." He led the group out of the practice room and closed the door behind them. They slugged along toward the vans, sweaty and in need of showers and sleep. Joonmyun ensured that they were all loaded into the vehicles, but he paused for a long moment.
"Chan," he addressed, and Chanyeol turned to look at him questioningly. Joonmyun sighed a little. "Would you stay behind and make sure he gets back okay?"
Chanyeol couldn't resist rolling his eyes, but he agreed anyway. "Yeah, I'll go babysit," he grumbled, really just wanting to slump into the car seat until they reached to dorm, then fall into bed and sleep. He climbed back out of the van and headed back into the building. He stopped inside to sit down for a short while by himself, drinking water from the bottle in his bag and hesitant to return to the practice room because a whining Zitao was not what he wanted to deal with when he was this tired.
Still, he'd agreed to ensuring the guy's safety, so Chanyeol packed his water bottle away and again and slowly made his way through the halls to the practice room. He eased the door open, looked inside, and froze on the spot.
~~~~~
Zitao spent a long few moments after the door had shut just laying out on the floor in silence. Then he slowly stretched his arms up over his head, arching his back slightly off the floor as he stretched out his tired muscles. He sank back to a more relaxed position and smiled to himself. He dropped his head to the side and looked at himself in the large mirror lining the wall, the lines of his body and the way his chest looked as it rose and fell with each breath he took, sweat dampening his hair to his forehead.
He brought his arms down as slowly as he'd raised them, using one to push his damp hair from his face and the other sliding down to rest on his chest to move with its rise and fall. A grin edged its way onto his face as he raised his hand to perch two fingertips on his chest, then walked his hand down to the bottom edge of his shirt. His eyes followed his hand's reflection in the mirror. When he'd reached the hem, he pinched it between his fingers and very slowly dragged it up to bare his midriff.
He laid his hand out flat again but didn't touch himself yet, hovering his hand less than half an inch above his newly bared skin. His fingers spread and his palm shifted, imitating stroking his stomach, and he sucked in a small breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He didn't hear the door to the practice room open just then.
Finally he laid his hand on his stomach and the sensation almost made him moan, his eyes open again to take in the sight he was making for and of himself. He slid his hand across his skin slowly, traveling downward until he met the waistband of his track pants. He paused to consider his next move, then edged his fingertips beneath his waistband, allowing himself a small whimper. What he really wanted was to plunge his hand further down and grab his already half-hard cock, but he resisted, running his fingertips in teasing circles against his skin. His other hand joined in, laying out against his stomach with his fingertips finding their way just inside his pants to tease and touch.
~~~~~
Chanyeol wasn't sure at what point his hand unfroze, but completely independent of the rest of him, it reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening his camera. He licked at his lips slightly, impossibly aroused by the sight of Zitao touching himself on the floor of the practice room. His thumb hit 'record' as he pointed the phone at Zitao.
~~~~~
Zitao slid one hand deeper into his pants to brush gently against his hardening cock. He let out a small moan, hips pressing toward the touch, but he pulled his hand away again, not willing to rush. His other hand left his pants to push his shirt further up. His fingers flitted their way across his chest playfully before stopping at a nipple. He brought his hand to his mouth to suck on a fingertip and get it wet, then he brought it back down to his nipple and ran the moisture in a circle, hardening his nipple almost instantly.
Finally he decided to proceed, wrapping a hand around himself and leading himself out of his pants. He flicked at his dampened nipple as he began stroking himself slowly, taking in the sight in the mirror with hungry eyes, the expressions that crossed his face as he stroked, squeezed, twisted his hand.
Moaning softly, he kept his pace slow and teasing, wanting to absorb every moment he could of looking like this for himself. He ran his thumb over his tip and squeezed himself lightly.
He gave his nipple a quick pinch, then trailed his hand down to gently roll his balls as he gripped himself a little harder. But he was frustrated by the way his waistband impeded his view, so he released himself to shove his pants off quickly. His hands found their way back, one wrapping around him again and the other continuing to drop lower and press behind his balls. He moaned a little at the feeling, and rocked down toward the touch. His eyes slid half shut, but he wouldn't let himself competely block out the sight. He allowed himself to stroke a little faster, loving how hard he was for himself.
He focused on his tip, rapid jerks of his hand against just the final inch of himself as his other hand continued its journey down, his fingers grazing against his hole and making him breathe out a sound of approval.
~~~~~
With a hand pressed to the front of his pants, Chanyeol tried to remain still and silent. So far he'd gone completely unnoticed, and he knew it would be bad if he got caught now, hard, palming himself, his phone recording the scene inside the practice room. He couldn't recall having seen anything sexier in his life than Zitao getting off to Zitao getting off. He rubbed his palm harder against himself and swallowed silently.
~~~~~
Zitao returned his hand to his mouth once again to thorougly wet two digits, soaking them in spit until it was dripping off. He knew it still wouldn't be enough, though, as he brought his hand back down and slowly pressed those wet fingers into himself. He groaned out at the stretch, feeling too dry but not willing to stop. His hand moved faster against his tip, helping to distract himself as he pressed his fingers in as far as they would go at that awkward angle.
He spread his legs wider to get a better view, moaning as he began fingering himself, the sight almost as good as the feeling. His hand resumed full strokes up and down his rigid cock, keeping the same fast pace. As much as he loved to tease himself, the sight of him spread out with two fingers burying themselves into his hole and his cock beginning to leak had him desperate to find his finish.
Pressing down hard against his own fingers, Zitao didn't hold back any of his sounds of pleasure. His fingers curled as they dragged out of his body and he almost cried out his own name but bit back the arrogant sound at the last moment. Both hands moved faster, each chasing the other and trying to surpass one another until Zitao was a mess of moaning and rutting. Staring at himself with heavily lidded eyes, he cried out and arched off the floor as he came.
Finally he let his eyes fall shut, his fingers carefully sliding out of his body as the hand around his cock slowed to a stop.
~~~~~
Chanyeol was painfully hard and knew if Zitao looked up now it would be obvious what he'd been doing, so he stopped his phone and shoved it into his pocket, then eased the door almost completely shut and hurried down the hall. Once he rounded a corner, he sank down to the floor, trying to collect himself. He still had to go face Zitao and make sure he got home safely.
~~~~~
Zitao wiped his hand off on his shirt lazily and slowly got to his feet. Peeling off his shirt, he shoved it into his bag and located a clean one. He tugged on the new shirt, then his pants, and looked himself over in the mirror. When he caught his own eye he grinned.
~~~~~
Chanyeol waited until he was only half hard before tucking himself up into his waistband and dragging himself to the practice room. He hesitated for a long moment outside the door, then knocked and walked in.
Zitao was just slinging his bag over his shoulder, and he smiled at Chayeol. "I thought everyone left."
Chanyeol shrugged, finding it hard to meet Zitao's eyes. "I got sent back to get you. Ready?"
Zitao nodded and led the way out of the room, muttering about how he was old enough to take care of himself, and Chanyeol thought that he'd never agreed with that more. And the next chance he got, he'd be enjoying his new video of all grown up Zitao.