Eh Hey
Pairing: Chanyeol/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joonmyun is a man of routine and Chanyeol wants to fuck his shit up. No, seriously… he really wants to fuck Joonmyun.
notes: i needed to cheer myself up
notes 2.0: title from simon d’s solo album song ‘eh hey’ idk i had a really random playlist going when i wrote this
eh hey;
Joonmyun is the type of person who, despite his typically untidy habits, puts his shoes neatly by the door upon entering the dorm. He’s a man of routine: make sure the members eat, eat for himself, allow the members to shower first, then shower himself, and go to bed. He’s particular about routine even if he’s a shitty housekeeper and it’s really admirable, honestly, how he does it.
Chanyeol wants to fuck his shit up.
No seriously, with Chanyeol’s eyes watching every one of Joonmyun’s move… he really wants to fuck Joonmyun.
Or maybe Joonmyun would fuck him? He seems to have a power complex. Maybe it’s because he’s so small, he needs to show his dominance in other ways, like rationing Sehun’s bubble tea or giving Kris that One Look That Makes Him Crumble. Yeah. That’d make sense.
Tonight they’ve returned from China and soon, the two halves of Exo will be split up again and yeah, Chanyeol will miss the other half (read: Kris and Chen, mostly because now Chanyeol’s boredom will be stuck with only six people instead of twelve and he’s bound to get into trouble 86.5% faster), but with this new beautiful revelation of how compact and tight Joonmyun is, he finds himself not caring.
M and K will be together before they know it. The opportunity to fuck Joonmyun might never come again.
So, Chanyeol plans carefully. Everyone knows their leader’s routine; how he herds everyone like little sheep and how Sehun looks at him sometimes like he’s his personal Jesus, when he goes to bed (or at least lies down and doesn’t sleep because his mind is stressing about what he needs to do when they wake up), and yeah, even when he shits. Stuff like that has to be monitored. No one likes going into a bathroom to piss or brush their teeth after someone drops a dookie. They have a schedule for that, too, at Joonmyun’s insistence.
Everyone is exhausted, including the leader. Thankfully Chanyeol has this awesome secret reserve of energy that he’s learned to store in anticipation for late night pranks while everyone is asleep, or waking up earlier to do a different prank, or just -- well, pranks in general. He’s always vibrating with energy and he’s learned when to conserve it and when to use it.
He’s been conserving all day.
The troupes head off to bed in their respective rooms and Chanyeol is in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and taking his time drinking a glass of water. Joonmyun walks in, the last to have showered, ruffling a hand through his damp blond hair and yeah. Yeah, Chanyeol definitely has a thing for blonds. When Baekhyun was blond Chanyeol was all over him, when Kris is blond Chanyeol can’t keep his hands off of him, and don’t even get him started on when Jongin was blond -- maybe it’s the ‘exotic’ look of mimicking a different race, or maybe it’s just the way blond hair falls over honey brown eyes and boyish smiles.
Fuck romance, Chanyeol just thinks it’s hot.
“You shouldn’t drink water before bed,” Joonmyun chides softly, with that good natured Politician Smile of his as he opens the fridge to grab a can of liquid vitamins.
“Neither should you,” Chanyeol returns, eyeing the can purposely.
Joonmyun chuckles, and it’s a noise that they both know means Well I’m Not Going To Sleep Tonight Because Kris Is Leaving And Once Again I Have To Try And Control Six Idiots Who Refuse To Listen To Me.
Chanyeol drums his fingers over the counter, the edge of it digging into his ass uncomfortably.
“You look stressed,” he comments casually.
Joonmyun rolls a shoulder in response, as if testingly, then shrugs. “I’m not too bad.”
Chanyeol chuckles, the chuckle that he knows is different from his cocaine-laced boisterous guffaw, the chuckle that actually manages to bring some sort of calm to the members. “Can I help you relax?”
“Thanks, Chanyeol,” Joonmyun offers a slightly tired smile. “But manager hyung left me a few things to look over…”
Ok… apparently Joonmyun didn’t hear the Low And Sultry tone of Chanyeol’s voice. He clears his throat, sets his glass down, and steps closer to Joonmyun. “It can wait. Let me help you relax tonight.”
Joonmyun, dumb as a brick, looks hopeful as he tips his head back and looks up into Chanyeol’s gleaming eyes. “Will you give me a foot rub?”
Chanyeol snaps. “Jesus-- no.” He drops to his knees, hands reaching with no finesse and all impatience, not even bothering to untie the drawstring of Joonmyun’s sweats as he yanks down the cotton material. “I’m going to suck your fucking dick.”
Now, Joonmyun, for all of his composure and ability to just smile and let things roll off his shoulders, stumbles back into the kitchen table and makes the furniture scrape across the floor and that’ll attract attention but Chanyeol doesn’t care. And neither does Joonmyun, apparently, because his fingers thread through Chanyeol’s hair, tugging slightly, and oh, hello, he’s half hard already. Chanyeol smirks to himself and nuzzles the bulge in Joonmyun’s underwear with his cheek, and if he could purr, he would be.
“Ok,” Joonmyun says, and it’s hella belated because Chanyeol is already way ahead of the game.
But having his consent makes things a bit better, Chanyeol supposes, as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Joonmyun’s ugly designer boxer briefs, tugging them down his thighs.
On the really realsies, if there’s one thing Chanyeol is superb at, it’s oral. Any type, any where. He sucks cock like a pro and he fucking loves it -- honestly, he could suck someone off and be totally fine letting them spurt their cum on his face, down his throat, give him a pretty pearl necklace. It’s the one time he’s truly, utterly submissive and at someone else’s beckon and he’s totally fine beating off in the shower later at the memory of a hot cock sliding past his lips or slapping him in the face. Even better, he loves eating ass; plump ass (Jongin), flat ass (Kris), stubborn ass (Kyungsoo). He likes to turn men’s nether regions into his favorite, tastiest dessert and if he doesn’t do it once a week he starts going stir crazy.
He has a feeling Joonmyun is going to be a bit vanilla, though.
Chanyeol wraps his fingers around the base of Joonmyun’s cock, giving it a few shallow, solid pumps. He watches as it swells to full hardness and this is the first time he’s done this with Joonmyun but it’s no secret what he does with the other members. He’d always wondered if Joonmyun had been too shy to approach him, too straight-laced, but now he supposes that he just needed to cross the line first.
With his hands on Joonmyun’s hips he brackets him in place and anchors him to the kitchen table. One of Joonmyun’s hands rest on the flat surface to keep himself upright and yeah, he’s gonna need that support. Chanyeol’s lips wrap around the tip of Joonmyun’s dick, and he pops off for a moment to wet his own lips lewdly, knowing Joonmyun’s eyes are glued to his mouth. Spit-shined and ready to go, Chanyeol goes down on Joonmyun like he’s been waiting his whole life to do it and alright, maybe he’s been thinking about this constantly for a few weeks. Joonmyun’s head drops back and he immediately starts panting and his cock twitches in Chanyeol’s mouth and the noises he’s making, between the sucking and slurping and low-pitched, kittenish moans that he knows drives people wild, make Joonmyun thrust his hips forward slightly.
However, Chanyeol is a package deal. He pulls off of Joonmyun’s cock and jerks it, smearing the head across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, tongue lapping at what it can reach. Joonmyun makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and Chanyeol feels the weight of him in his palm, on his tongue, pushing at the back of his throat. Spit is dribbling down Chanyeol’s chin in strings and globbing onto the kitchen floor and he doesn’t give a shit. He pulls back with a pop and then wraps his lips tight around the head, bobbing shallowly; Joonmyun’s got both hands in his hair now and Chanyeol knows this won’t end well, especially when Joonmyun’s cock slips past his gag reflex and straight down his throat.
“Shit--!”
Chanyeol has to pull away so Joonmyun can collapse onto the floor. No one lasts long on their feet. He smirks and crawls between Joonmyun’s legs and doesn’t let up, relaxing his throat and breathing through his nose as he swallows the older man whole. Joonmyun’s hips are twitching, trying to buck, but he doesn’t have any leverage like this, and eventually he ends up sprawled underneath the table with his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and his socked feet slipping along the tile floor to try and find purchase.
There’s a glint in Chanyeol’s eyes when he pulls away, and he tugs Joonmyun’s clothes totally off, simultaneously drawing him out from underneath the table so he sprawls out on the kitchen floor. Joonmyun’s eyes are dark, cheeks flushed and chest heaving and Chanyeol thinks he looks so good like this, the pale blond of his hair enhancing the pretty pink flush on his skin. Chanyeol reaches up and tweaks a perky nipple and Joonmyun squawks, batting his hand away and Chanyeol cackles, taking off his clothes as well and then climbing over Joonmyun.
“What--”
“Shh,” Chanyeol leans down and kisses Joonmyun’s lips, filthy with lots of tongue, making sure he tastes his own precum. He reaches for his pajama pants and, always prepared for the best, pulls out a condom and some lube, setting it aside. Joonmyun’s eyes widen in realization and Chanyeol’s probably got that manic smile on his face now but he honestly can’t contain his joy, for blessed be this day Joonmyun lets him finally take advantage of him.
Chanyeol grabs the lube and slicks his fingers, making sure his cock, hot and heavy, slides along Joonmyun’s. The other tips his head back against the floor and Chanyeol knows this is uncomfortable but he doesn’t care. Another blow job later should make up for it. He reaches behind himself and works two fingers into his ass immediately, clenching around them and tipping his head back, giving a show of his long body tensing with pleasure atop of Joonmyun. Joonmyun scrabbles and grabs the condom, tearing it open and rolling it onto his cock, jerking it a few times, eyes glued to where Chanyeol’s arm disappears behind his body; eh, two fingers should be enough, Chanyeol supposes. Luhan just had a ride last night.
He positions himself and Joonmyun places a hand on his hip like some romantic cheesy lover, and Chanyeol swats it away, instead directing it to his cock. He smirks, because Joonmyun looks starstruck anyway, and then seats himself in one swift motion on Joonmyun’s waiting cock.
The reaction is beautiful.
Joonmyun’s brows knit and his eyes close and his features screw up in a lovely ‘o’ face and his slightly damp, blond hair flutters and Chanyeol reaches for it, carding through the strands gently before taking purchase at the root and grabbing, hard. Joonmyun lets out a whimper and ah, how cute, he’s such a bottom even with his cock stuffed up someone’s ass. And his dick isn’t too big, nor too small, just right -- Chanyeol can start moving immediately, his hips grinding slowly, back and forth instead of up and down because he wants Joonmyun to feel every millimeter of his hot, tight ass. Joonmyun clearly appreciates it, moans spilling from his lips but his eyes are still closed and damn it, that’s not gonna cut it.
“Watch me,” Chanyeol commands, his hips swiveling and ok he might be a shitty dancer but this? This is instinct. And he’s a natural born talent.
Joonmyun’s eyes crack open and he looks at Chanyeol through his lashes, before his gaze drops to where he can see the base of his cock, the only part of him not being swallowed up by Chanyeol’s body. Leaning forward, Chanyeol slides a hand over Joonmyun’s perfect abs, hooks his finger in Joonmyun’s outtie bellybutton playfully with a grin, snickering when Joonmyun yelps in surprise. And then he starts the rodeo, shifting so his feet plant on the floor, his long legs almost lifting him completely off of Joonmyun’s cock before he slams back down. Joonmyun’s hands are roaming, stroking Chanyeol’s cock and over his broad chest and around his shoulders and raking his nails down Chanyeol’s ribs.
Pretty vanilla. Chanyeol wouldn’t mind being flipped over right about now, but he’s here to ~relax his leader~ so he can take one for the team… and maybe sneak into Jongin’s bed later for a real treat.
But as it is, he likes being fucked by Joonmyun; the inexperienced noises even though Chanyeol knows he’s fucked before, so vanilla and sweet and accommodating like he needs to take care of Chanyeol through this. Sucker.
Chanyeol’s bouncing like he’s trying to hit the ceiling and if this goes right, he will when his orgasm hits. Joonmyun finally, finally grabs his hips and manages to ground his body somehow, drilling his hips up into Chanyeol’s ass. Chanyeol lets out a breathy moan, one slightly higher pitched than the ones he’s made before, pure pleasure instead of seduction. Joonmyun’s looking like him like he’s the eighth wonder of the world and Chanyeol clenches his body around Joonmyun’s cock once, twice--
Joonmyun comes with a soft cry of Chanyeol’s name, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s shoulders and bringing him down to him. Chanyeol’s feet slip a little and Joonmyun’s cock almost slips out of him, too, but he catches himself in time and lets Joonmyun hold onto him as he rocks up into Chanyeol’s body and rides out his orgasm.
Cheesy. Who hugs when they cum?
Apparently Kim Joonmyun.
When Joonmyun falls, spent, Chanyeol chuckles and pulls off and away, taking the condom off of Joonmyun for him before tying it off and tossing it into the trash. He stands up and holds out a hand for Joonmyun to take because he can’t just lie there on the floor; Joonmyun takes it, and then glances down at Chanyeol’s bouncing, hard cock, and then opens his mouth; Chanyeol shushes him with a finger to his lips and a small smirk.
“You owe me a night of relaxation next time,” he says, before he turns to head to the shower to try and grab the last of the hot water and rinse off.
He doesn’t know if Joonmyun goes straight to bed but whatever he does, Chanyeol knows the rest of the dorm is awake. As he scrubs himself clean and jerks himself off (loudly, incredibly loud, making sure everyone and the neighbors can hear him), he feels satisfied.
Joonmyun was a vanilla fuck, just like he thought he’d be, but Chanyeol managed to break the leader’s routine and… relax him. Yeah, that.
Next time he’s gonna bend Joonmyun in fucking half.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joonmyun is a man of routine and Chanyeol wants to fuck his shit up. No, seriously… he really wants to fuck Joonmyun.
notes: i needed to cheer myself up
notes 2.0: title from simon d’s solo album song ‘eh hey’ idk i had a really random playlist going when i wrote this
eh hey;
Joonmyun is the type of person who, despite his typically untidy habits, puts his shoes neatly by the door upon entering the dorm. He’s a man of routine: make sure the members eat, eat for himself, allow the members to shower first, then shower himself, and go to bed. He’s particular about routine even if he’s a shitty housekeeper and it’s really admirable, honestly, how he does it.
Chanyeol wants to fuck his shit up.
No seriously, with Chanyeol’s eyes watching every one of Joonmyun’s move… he really wants to fuck Joonmyun.
Or maybe Joonmyun would fuck him? He seems to have a power complex. Maybe it’s because he’s so small, he needs to show his dominance in other ways, like rationing Sehun’s bubble tea or giving Kris that One Look That Makes Him Crumble. Yeah. That’d make sense.
Tonight they’ve returned from China and soon, the two halves of Exo will be split up again and yeah, Chanyeol will miss the other half (read: Kris and Chen, mostly because now Chanyeol’s boredom will be stuck with only six people instead of twelve and he’s bound to get into trouble 86.5% faster), but with this new beautiful revelation of how compact and tight Joonmyun is, he finds himself not caring.
M and K will be together before they know it. The opportunity to fuck Joonmyun might never come again.
So, Chanyeol plans carefully. Everyone knows their leader’s routine; how he herds everyone like little sheep and how Sehun looks at him sometimes like he’s his personal Jesus, when he goes to bed (or at least lies down and doesn’t sleep because his mind is stressing about what he needs to do when they wake up), and yeah, even when he shits. Stuff like that has to be monitored. No one likes going into a bathroom to piss or brush their teeth after someone drops a dookie. They have a schedule for that, too, at Joonmyun’s insistence.
Everyone is exhausted, including the leader. Thankfully Chanyeol has this awesome secret reserve of energy that he’s learned to store in anticipation for late night pranks while everyone is asleep, or waking up earlier to do a different prank, or just -- well, pranks in general. He’s always vibrating with energy and he’s learned when to conserve it and when to use it.
He’s been conserving all day.
The troupes head off to bed in their respective rooms and Chanyeol is in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and taking his time drinking a glass of water. Joonmyun walks in, the last to have showered, ruffling a hand through his damp blond hair and yeah. Yeah, Chanyeol definitely has a thing for blonds. When Baekhyun was blond Chanyeol was all over him, when Kris is blond Chanyeol can’t keep his hands off of him, and don’t even get him started on when Jongin was blond -- maybe it’s the ‘exotic’ look of mimicking a different race, or maybe it’s just the way blond hair falls over honey brown eyes and boyish smiles.
Fuck romance, Chanyeol just thinks it’s hot.
“You shouldn’t drink water before bed,” Joonmyun chides softly, with that good natured Politician Smile of his as he opens the fridge to grab a can of liquid vitamins.
“Neither should you,” Chanyeol returns, eyeing the can purposely.
Joonmyun chuckles, and it’s a noise that they both know means Well I’m Not Going To Sleep Tonight Because Kris Is Leaving And Once Again I Have To Try And Control Six Idiots Who Refuse To Listen To Me.
Chanyeol drums his fingers over the counter, the edge of it digging into his ass uncomfortably.
“You look stressed,” he comments casually.
Joonmyun rolls a shoulder in response, as if testingly, then shrugs. “I’m not too bad.”
Chanyeol chuckles, the chuckle that he knows is different from his cocaine-laced boisterous guffaw, the chuckle that actually manages to bring some sort of calm to the members. “Can I help you relax?”
“Thanks, Chanyeol,” Joonmyun offers a slightly tired smile. “But manager hyung left me a few things to look over…”
Ok… apparently Joonmyun didn’t hear the Low And Sultry tone of Chanyeol’s voice. He clears his throat, sets his glass down, and steps closer to Joonmyun. “It can wait. Let me help you relax tonight.”
Joonmyun, dumb as a brick, looks hopeful as he tips his head back and looks up into Chanyeol’s gleaming eyes. “Will you give me a foot rub?”
Chanyeol snaps. “Jesus-- no.” He drops to his knees, hands reaching with no finesse and all impatience, not even bothering to untie the drawstring of Joonmyun’s sweats as he yanks down the cotton material. “I’m going to suck your fucking dick.”
Now, Joonmyun, for all of his composure and ability to just smile and let things roll off his shoulders, stumbles back into the kitchen table and makes the furniture scrape across the floor and that’ll attract attention but Chanyeol doesn’t care. And neither does Joonmyun, apparently, because his fingers thread through Chanyeol’s hair, tugging slightly, and oh, hello, he’s half hard already. Chanyeol smirks to himself and nuzzles the bulge in Joonmyun’s underwear with his cheek, and if he could purr, he would be.
“Ok,” Joonmyun says, and it’s hella belated because Chanyeol is already way ahead of the game.
But having his consent makes things a bit better, Chanyeol supposes, as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Joonmyun’s ugly designer boxer briefs, tugging them down his thighs.
On the really realsies, if there’s one thing Chanyeol is superb at, it’s oral. Any type, any where. He sucks cock like a pro and he fucking loves it -- honestly, he could suck someone off and be totally fine letting them spurt their cum on his face, down his throat, give him a pretty pearl necklace. It’s the one time he’s truly, utterly submissive and at someone else’s beckon and he’s totally fine beating off in the shower later at the memory of a hot cock sliding past his lips or slapping him in the face. Even better, he loves eating ass; plump ass (Jongin), flat ass (Kris), stubborn ass (Kyungsoo). He likes to turn men’s nether regions into his favorite, tastiest dessert and if he doesn’t do it once a week he starts going stir crazy.
He has a feeling Joonmyun is going to be a bit vanilla, though.
Chanyeol wraps his fingers around the base of Joonmyun’s cock, giving it a few shallow, solid pumps. He watches as it swells to full hardness and this is the first time he’s done this with Joonmyun but it’s no secret what he does with the other members. He’d always wondered if Joonmyun had been too shy to approach him, too straight-laced, but now he supposes that he just needed to cross the line first.
With his hands on Joonmyun’s hips he brackets him in place and anchors him to the kitchen table. One of Joonmyun’s hands rest on the flat surface to keep himself upright and yeah, he’s gonna need that support. Chanyeol’s lips wrap around the tip of Joonmyun’s dick, and he pops off for a moment to wet his own lips lewdly, knowing Joonmyun’s eyes are glued to his mouth. Spit-shined and ready to go, Chanyeol goes down on Joonmyun like he’s been waiting his whole life to do it and alright, maybe he’s been thinking about this constantly for a few weeks. Joonmyun’s head drops back and he immediately starts panting and his cock twitches in Chanyeol’s mouth and the noises he’s making, between the sucking and slurping and low-pitched, kittenish moans that he knows drives people wild, make Joonmyun thrust his hips forward slightly.
However, Chanyeol is a package deal. He pulls off of Joonmyun’s cock and jerks it, smearing the head across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, tongue lapping at what it can reach. Joonmyun makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and Chanyeol feels the weight of him in his palm, on his tongue, pushing at the back of his throat. Spit is dribbling down Chanyeol’s chin in strings and globbing onto the kitchen floor and he doesn’t give a shit. He pulls back with a pop and then wraps his lips tight around the head, bobbing shallowly; Joonmyun’s got both hands in his hair now and Chanyeol knows this won’t end well, especially when Joonmyun’s cock slips past his gag reflex and straight down his throat.
“Shit--!”
Chanyeol has to pull away so Joonmyun can collapse onto the floor. No one lasts long on their feet. He smirks and crawls between Joonmyun’s legs and doesn’t let up, relaxing his throat and breathing through his nose as he swallows the older man whole. Joonmyun’s hips are twitching, trying to buck, but he doesn’t have any leverage like this, and eventually he ends up sprawled underneath the table with his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and his socked feet slipping along the tile floor to try and find purchase.
There’s a glint in Chanyeol’s eyes when he pulls away, and he tugs Joonmyun’s clothes totally off, simultaneously drawing him out from underneath the table so he sprawls out on the kitchen floor. Joonmyun’s eyes are dark, cheeks flushed and chest heaving and Chanyeol thinks he looks so good like this, the pale blond of his hair enhancing the pretty pink flush on his skin. Chanyeol reaches up and tweaks a perky nipple and Joonmyun squawks, batting his hand away and Chanyeol cackles, taking off his clothes as well and then climbing over Joonmyun.
“What--”
“Shh,” Chanyeol leans down and kisses Joonmyun’s lips, filthy with lots of tongue, making sure he tastes his own precum. He reaches for his pajama pants and, always prepared for the best, pulls out a condom and some lube, setting it aside. Joonmyun’s eyes widen in realization and Chanyeol’s probably got that manic smile on his face now but he honestly can’t contain his joy, for blessed be this day Joonmyun lets him finally take advantage of him.
Chanyeol grabs the lube and slicks his fingers, making sure his cock, hot and heavy, slides along Joonmyun’s. The other tips his head back against the floor and Chanyeol knows this is uncomfortable but he doesn’t care. Another blow job later should make up for it. He reaches behind himself and works two fingers into his ass immediately, clenching around them and tipping his head back, giving a show of his long body tensing with pleasure atop of Joonmyun. Joonmyun scrabbles and grabs the condom, tearing it open and rolling it onto his cock, jerking it a few times, eyes glued to where Chanyeol’s arm disappears behind his body; eh, two fingers should be enough, Chanyeol supposes. Luhan just had a ride last night.
He positions himself and Joonmyun places a hand on his hip like some romantic cheesy lover, and Chanyeol swats it away, instead directing it to his cock. He smirks, because Joonmyun looks starstruck anyway, and then seats himself in one swift motion on Joonmyun’s waiting cock.
The reaction is beautiful.
Joonmyun’s brows knit and his eyes close and his features screw up in a lovely ‘o’ face and his slightly damp, blond hair flutters and Chanyeol reaches for it, carding through the strands gently before taking purchase at the root and grabbing, hard. Joonmyun lets out a whimper and ah, how cute, he’s such a bottom even with his cock stuffed up someone’s ass. And his dick isn’t too big, nor too small, just right -- Chanyeol can start moving immediately, his hips grinding slowly, back and forth instead of up and down because he wants Joonmyun to feel every millimeter of his hot, tight ass. Joonmyun clearly appreciates it, moans spilling from his lips but his eyes are still closed and damn it, that’s not gonna cut it.
“Watch me,” Chanyeol commands, his hips swiveling and ok he might be a shitty dancer but this? This is instinct. And he’s a natural born talent.
Joonmyun’s eyes crack open and he looks at Chanyeol through his lashes, before his gaze drops to where he can see the base of his cock, the only part of him not being swallowed up by Chanyeol’s body. Leaning forward, Chanyeol slides a hand over Joonmyun’s perfect abs, hooks his finger in Joonmyun’s outtie bellybutton playfully with a grin, snickering when Joonmyun yelps in surprise. And then he starts the rodeo, shifting so his feet plant on the floor, his long legs almost lifting him completely off of Joonmyun’s cock before he slams back down. Joonmyun’s hands are roaming, stroking Chanyeol’s cock and over his broad chest and around his shoulders and raking his nails down Chanyeol’s ribs.
Pretty vanilla. Chanyeol wouldn’t mind being flipped over right about now, but he’s here to ~relax his leader~ so he can take one for the team… and maybe sneak into Jongin’s bed later for a real treat.
But as it is, he likes being fucked by Joonmyun; the inexperienced noises even though Chanyeol knows he’s fucked before, so vanilla and sweet and accommodating like he needs to take care of Chanyeol through this. Sucker.
Chanyeol’s bouncing like he’s trying to hit the ceiling and if this goes right, he will when his orgasm hits. Joonmyun finally, finally grabs his hips and manages to ground his body somehow, drilling his hips up into Chanyeol’s ass. Chanyeol lets out a breathy moan, one slightly higher pitched than the ones he’s made before, pure pleasure instead of seduction. Joonmyun’s looking like him like he’s the eighth wonder of the world and Chanyeol clenches his body around Joonmyun’s cock once, twice--
Joonmyun comes with a soft cry of Chanyeol’s name, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s shoulders and bringing him down to him. Chanyeol’s feet slip a little and Joonmyun’s cock almost slips out of him, too, but he catches himself in time and lets Joonmyun hold onto him as he rocks up into Chanyeol’s body and rides out his orgasm.
Cheesy. Who hugs when they cum?
Apparently Kim Joonmyun.
When Joonmyun falls, spent, Chanyeol chuckles and pulls off and away, taking the condom off of Joonmyun for him before tying it off and tossing it into the trash. He stands up and holds out a hand for Joonmyun to take because he can’t just lie there on the floor; Joonmyun takes it, and then glances down at Chanyeol’s bouncing, hard cock, and then opens his mouth; Chanyeol shushes him with a finger to his lips and a small smirk.
“You owe me a night of relaxation next time,” he says, before he turns to head to the shower to try and grab the last of the hot water and rinse off.
He doesn’t know if Joonmyun goes straight to bed but whatever he does, Chanyeol knows the rest of the dorm is awake. As he scrubs himself clean and jerks himself off (loudly, incredibly loud, making sure everyone and the neighbors can hear him), he feels satisfied.
Joonmyun was a vanilla fuck, just like he thought he’d be, but Chanyeol managed to break the leader’s routine and… relax him. Yeah, that.
Next time he’s gonna bend Joonmyun in fucking half.
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