not even me?
title: not even me?
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: nc-17 (wow, like wow?)
genre: unsolicited pwp
length: 2190~
summary: lapdance!baek. yep.
note: written for sweta because reasons (aka twitter porn happens u__u).
besides look at this and tell me honestly if you won't have any durty thoughts.
and this is the first and last, forgive me.
also partly dedicated to shexoxygen and park_noodle because baekyeol.
thanks to my precious captain for beta-ing ♥
chanyeol plunks down across his bed, arms stretched above him and endless legs dangling from the side. he lets out a sigh as his head hits the mattress. he's literally bone tired after the grueling practice they were subjected to all day. he's so weary, the world can end tonight and he'll most probably sleep through it.
the door to their room opens and he hears footsteps approaching. chanyeol feels a nudge to his hip and turns his head to see baekhyun looking down at him.
"wash up first before turning in. or else you'll wake up stinky," the boy says with a scrunch of his nose.
"go away," he mumbles.
there's another nudge, a stronger one this time. "ya, i say wash up first."
"leave me alone, baek," he groaned.
"chanyeol--"
"baek, i'm dead. my body's dead. my brain's dead. let me rest in peace." chanyeol buries his face against the bed.
"ya, get up," baekhyun persists and nudges chanyeol's hip again.
chanyeol turns on his back and looks up at baekhyun in annoyance. "i told you, i'm dead. you can drop a nuclear bomb on me and i'll just snore at you."
"so you're saying nothing can make you get up?" baekhyun raises an eyebrow but the action is lost on chanyeol who closes his eyes.
"not a thing."
"not even me?"
chanyeol pauses in thought. at any other time, baekhyun can make him obey. just not right now. "not even you."
there is silence and chanyeol thinks finally. he’s drifting off to sleep when he suddenly feels himself being tugged upright by the neck of his shirt. his eyes open and widen. chanyeol's jaw drops when baekhyun straddles his lap, completely naked except for the seductive smile he's wearing on his lips.
"baek?" he asks hoarsely. "what are you doing?"
baekhyun leans in until their lips are but a hair's breadth away. "something i've wanted to do for a while now," the boy breathes against him. baekhyun holds onto his shoulders before closing the distance between them. he traces chanyeol's mouth with his tongue until it opens helplessly to let him in. the younger moans and his large hands find the smooth curve of baekhyun's hips, pulling the other closer and closer and closer.
the kiss becomes hotter, and chanyeol’s insides melt . baekhyun tilts his head and deepens the kiss, unconsciously rubbing his lower half against chanyeol's crotch. chanyeol feels dizzy as his blood rushes south, the feel of baekhyun's body flush against him. his hands travel from the elder's hips to his lower back until he reaches the pert bottom that always drives him insane with want.
he begins to knead the soft flesh but baekhyun breaks the kiss and chanyeol whimpers at the loss. he tries to pull baekhyun in again but the boy shakes his head slowly. "not yet," he whispers. baekhyun removes chanyeol's hands from his body and places them on his sides.
he opens his mouth to protest because he is certainly alive now and a look at baekhyun's front tells him his boyfriend is very much alive as well but he sees a sparkle in the other's eyes that promises this can be a whole lot more if he obeys. so he leans back a little and waits.
baekhyun throws him that seductive smile again and kneels on the bed, his milky thighs sandwiching chanyeol's. he starts to hum a slow tune, his voice low and sensual not unlike the sounds he makes when chanyeol bites and laves at his neck. the younger can only watch mesmerized as baekhyun starts to gyrate his hips languidly, every slow roll and swivel executed in time with the beat.
heat travels through his body at the sight of his boyfriend dancing on his lap. he has seen him dance countless of times but never like this. no, never as sexy as this. baekhyun's hands go around his neck, pulling him close but not enough to join their lips. he feels a bit frustrated but forgets about it when baekhyun's touch goes lower to his chest and further down his stomach where the muscles tense at the slightest contact.
the smaller boy pulls the hem of the shirt up and up until it's off and chanyeol's upper body is bare to his gaze. the alluring movement of his hips doesn’t stop.
"better?" baekhyun whispers against chanyeol's ear before giving it a lick which gets the latter arching and grabbing at him. "uh uh. no touching, chanyeol, or i'll stop," he says as he continues to nuzzle at the sensitive spot.
"baek, come on." he groans but forces his hands to retreat to his sides once again.
baekhyun pats his cheek. "good boy."
the smaller boy straightens a bit and chanyeol thinks he'll have a heart attack then and there when baekhyun starts to touch himself all over--his beautiful hands sliding against his chest, over the pink-brown buds and his pale stomach, all the while still humming and moving to the rhythm.
"baek, please." and he trembles because he wants to be the one touching all that fair skin. "baek," he says again. he sounds needy and desperate but he doesn't mind because baekhyun is sliding his hands around his own length and chanyeol didn't think it possible but his cock twitches and hardens even more.
baekhyun is breathtaking with his face flushed and mouth open in pleasure and chanyeol thought i could do better than that. their eyes meet, both panting, equally knowing that this isn't enough--not barely enough--but chanyeol can't move until the other allows him to. baekhyun lets go of himself and his hand goes to the button of chanyeol's jeans, making the taller boy suck in his breath, becoming more than a little lightheaded when a finger slides down to trace his erection. "not so dead now, are we?" baekhyun laughs huskily.
his boyfriend is laughing at him but he couldn't care less as he lets baekhyun unfasten his jeans and pull it down with his boxers. chanyeol eagerly lifts his hips to make things easier and kicks them off to the other side of the room. he shivers but it's because of the other's delicious weight on his lap more than anything else. "baek, let me touch you."
"not... just... yet." baekhyun leans forward so their foreheads touch. he slips his fingers into chanyeol's hair, and chanyeol arches against him--wanting him, going crazy with need, not knowing what to do with himself.
it's a little comforting when he hears baekhyun's breath hitch, telling him that he's as close to losing control as he is. baekhyun brushes his lips so softly, he almost isn’t there, making chanyeol's heart clutch, seducing him until he wants to grab him, climb into him and make baekhyun kiss him harder. the smaller boy’s mouth moves deliberately on his then, tempting him and making his insides knot. he leans closer but baekhyun pulls away again.
"baekhyun," he whines for the nth time.
baekhyun wraps his arms around chanyeol’s neck and pulls him tightly against him. ‘okay, now.”
he wastes no time and tips baekhyun on his back against the bed so he lays trapped in his arms as chanyeol stretches above him. then his hands are everywhere, large hands that are only too eager to take and to please. the smaller boy draws him nearer. chanyeol shudders and pulls the other’s hips to his, licks into his mouth and presses him down with his weight.
his lips grow insistent--less graceful, that much rougher. he places one more hard kiss on baekhyun’s mouth before his lips glide down towards his throat, feeling triumphant as he feels baekhyun writhe beneath him, his body reaching for chanyeol's.
“chanyeol--’ now, baekhyun’s the one pleading and chanyeol smiles into the skin of his neck before biting and sucking on it, wanting to hear his boyfriend call out his name again. his hands don’t stay idle for long, they run over the rigid buds on baekhyun’s chest before his mouth follows to suckle on them. he feels baekhyun tugging at his hair as he goes lower on his body--lower and lower still-and his boyfriend lets out a moan when he reaches his length. baekhyun almost leaps off the bed when chanyeol finally takes him into his mouth.
the taller boy is thinking to take his time with this as payback for baekhyun making him wait earlier. he cups a hand to the base of the shaft and squeezes lightly while he continues to lick and suck on the head.
“ah, chan-“ baekhyun groans out before he pulls him up over him again. “now, I said now,” the elder growls and twists their bodies so that he ends up on his back with baekhyun on top of him.
he can’t say he’s too disappointed though, because he’s so hard and baekhyun’s stroking him and oh god he’s getting all dizzy again. he reaches up to the small drawer above the headboard, his hands feeling for the foil packet and small bottle they keep there. chanyeol can barely think straight with baekhyun’s hand moving faster and faster on his length. finding what he's looking for, he pushes baekhyun off him quickly, parts the silky thighs until there’s space enough to kneel in between. he hastily puts the condom on and returns his attention to his boyfriend.
they’re both winded when chanyeol inserts the first slicked finger, hearing baekhyun’s small sob when he pushes it in and out. then, the older boy is moving his hips and chanyeol is losing control at the sight of baekhyun, hair plastered with sweat and eyes reflecting the same uncontrollable thrill he’s feeling. he follows with a second then a third finger, and moves them until they are slipping easily and baekhyun’s chanting chanyeolchanyeolchanyeol.
he pulls the digits out, pours more lube on his fingers and slathers his cock with it. and then he’s spreading baekhyun’s thighs wider and guides himself in with a hand, deeper and deeper until he is buried to the hilt and he can feel baekhyun’s walls close snugly around him. “baek, fuck.”
he rocks into him evenly, tenderly, delighting in the sensation of filling baekhyun solidly with himself.
“chanyeol, now.” he feels his lover’s nail digging into his arms and back.
he tries to quicken his pace except it’s difficult because he’s sensitive and he feels he’ll come any second now but he wants to make this good.
“faster,” baekhyun whispers harshly, the order ending with a loud moan when chanyeol tilts his hips up and hits that place inside baekhyun that makes him arch with white hot pleasure. "there, yes, there."
it’s making chanyeol mindless, the way baekhyun clenches around him. his even thrusts becomes frenzied and it’s close, he’s close, feeling the heat pooling in his lower spine. he cups baekhyun’s head and draws him up for a kiss, their lips scarcely touching as they both try to reach for completion. chanyeol slips a hand between them and touches baekhyun, stroking him in time with every cant of his hips. the bed creaks and he's aware they're being entirely too loud but the hell with it.
baekhyun's legs pull him tighter, making him sink into him impossibly deeper. chanyeol rests his forehead against the other's shoulder. he feels baekhyun’s hands card through his dark hair and clutch at his neck. oh, god, baek.
a few more pumps and baekhyun cries out and spills in between them, chest heaving with every spasm that pushes chanyeol further and further to the edge.
"now," the elder gasps and the tension becomes too much to bear. chanyeol comes fast and sharp and hard, burying his face further into baekhyun's chest as he rides his orgasm.
coming down from the peak is slow. chanyeol's limbs are too tired to move but he knows he's heavy and he must be crushing baekhyun so he forces himself up on his arms. he wipes his lover's stomach with the edge of his discarded shirt.
"dead, huh?" baekhyun asks with a smug smirk. "nothing can make you get up, even me, huh."
chanyeol decides to let him gloat since he' s feeling too satisfied and content to speak. he shucks the condom off and throws it in the trash before rolling onto his back beside baekhyun. "now, i'm dead."
"oh, no you aren't," baekhyun hovers over him, "up!"
"but baek--" he starts to protest once more but he's feeling too sticky and too sweaty at the moment that he doesn't have a choice but to get up and take a shower. "fine."
"don't be too grumpy about it," baekhyun laughs lightly as he pulls chanyeol to his feet. "i've shown you my lap dance but you haven't seen me do pole dancing." the shorter boy lets go of him and walks unabashedly naked towards the bathroom, pausing just by the doorway and looking over his shoulder with that sparkle again. "you can be my pole."
chanyeol feels a quickening in his pulse. again. he stumbles after baekhyun thinking he's not so dead after all.
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: nc-17 (wow, like wow?)
genre: unsolicited pwp
length: 2190~
summary: lapdance!baek. yep.
note: written for sweta because reasons (aka twitter porn happens u__u).
besides look at this and tell me honestly if you won't have any durty thoughts.
and this is the first and last, forgive me.
also partly dedicated to shexoxygen and park_noodle because baekyeol.
thanks to my precious captain for beta-ing ♥
chanyeol plunks down across his bed, arms stretched above him and endless legs dangling from the side. he lets out a sigh as his head hits the mattress. he's literally bone tired after the grueling practice they were subjected to all day. he's so weary, the world can end tonight and he'll most probably sleep through it.
the door to their room opens and he hears footsteps approaching. chanyeol feels a nudge to his hip and turns his head to see baekhyun looking down at him.
"wash up first before turning in. or else you'll wake up stinky," the boy says with a scrunch of his nose.
"go away," he mumbles.
there's another nudge, a stronger one this time. "ya, i say wash up first."
"leave me alone, baek," he groaned.
"chanyeol--"
"baek, i'm dead. my body's dead. my brain's dead. let me rest in peace." chanyeol buries his face against the bed.
"ya, get up," baekhyun persists and nudges chanyeol's hip again.
chanyeol turns on his back and looks up at baekhyun in annoyance. "i told you, i'm dead. you can drop a nuclear bomb on me and i'll just snore at you."
"so you're saying nothing can make you get up?" baekhyun raises an eyebrow but the action is lost on chanyeol who closes his eyes.
"not a thing."
"not even me?"
chanyeol pauses in thought. at any other time, baekhyun can make him obey. just not right now. "not even you."
there is silence and chanyeol thinks finally. he’s drifting off to sleep when he suddenly feels himself being tugged upright by the neck of his shirt. his eyes open and widen. chanyeol's jaw drops when baekhyun straddles his lap, completely naked except for the seductive smile he's wearing on his lips.
"baek?" he asks hoarsely. "what are you doing?"
baekhyun leans in until their lips are but a hair's breadth away. "something i've wanted to do for a while now," the boy breathes against him. baekhyun holds onto his shoulders before closing the distance between them. he traces chanyeol's mouth with his tongue until it opens helplessly to let him in. the younger moans and his large hands find the smooth curve of baekhyun's hips, pulling the other closer and closer and closer.
the kiss becomes hotter, and chanyeol’s insides melt . baekhyun tilts his head and deepens the kiss, unconsciously rubbing his lower half against chanyeol's crotch. chanyeol feels dizzy as his blood rushes south, the feel of baekhyun's body flush against him. his hands travel from the elder's hips to his lower back until he reaches the pert bottom that always drives him insane with want.
he begins to knead the soft flesh but baekhyun breaks the kiss and chanyeol whimpers at the loss. he tries to pull baekhyun in again but the boy shakes his head slowly. "not yet," he whispers. baekhyun removes chanyeol's hands from his body and places them on his sides.
he opens his mouth to protest because he is certainly alive now and a look at baekhyun's front tells him his boyfriend is very much alive as well but he sees a sparkle in the other's eyes that promises this can be a whole lot more if he obeys. so he leans back a little and waits.
baekhyun throws him that seductive smile again and kneels on the bed, his milky thighs sandwiching chanyeol's. he starts to hum a slow tune, his voice low and sensual not unlike the sounds he makes when chanyeol bites and laves at his neck. the younger can only watch mesmerized as baekhyun starts to gyrate his hips languidly, every slow roll and swivel executed in time with the beat.
heat travels through his body at the sight of his boyfriend dancing on his lap. he has seen him dance countless of times but never like this. no, never as sexy as this. baekhyun's hands go around his neck, pulling him close but not enough to join their lips. he feels a bit frustrated but forgets about it when baekhyun's touch goes lower to his chest and further down his stomach where the muscles tense at the slightest contact.
the smaller boy pulls the hem of the shirt up and up until it's off and chanyeol's upper body is bare to his gaze. the alluring movement of his hips doesn’t stop.
"better?" baekhyun whispers against chanyeol's ear before giving it a lick which gets the latter arching and grabbing at him. "uh uh. no touching, chanyeol, or i'll stop," he says as he continues to nuzzle at the sensitive spot.
"baek, come on." he groans but forces his hands to retreat to his sides once again.
baekhyun pats his cheek. "good boy."
the smaller boy straightens a bit and chanyeol thinks he'll have a heart attack then and there when baekhyun starts to touch himself all over--his beautiful hands sliding against his chest, over the pink-brown buds and his pale stomach, all the while still humming and moving to the rhythm.
"baek, please." and he trembles because he wants to be the one touching all that fair skin. "baek," he says again. he sounds needy and desperate but he doesn't mind because baekhyun is sliding his hands around his own length and chanyeol didn't think it possible but his cock twitches and hardens even more.
baekhyun is breathtaking with his face flushed and mouth open in pleasure and chanyeol thought i could do better than that. their eyes meet, both panting, equally knowing that this isn't enough--not barely enough--but chanyeol can't move until the other allows him to. baekhyun lets go of himself and his hand goes to the button of chanyeol's jeans, making the taller boy suck in his breath, becoming more than a little lightheaded when a finger slides down to trace his erection. "not so dead now, are we?" baekhyun laughs huskily.
his boyfriend is laughing at him but he couldn't care less as he lets baekhyun unfasten his jeans and pull it down with his boxers. chanyeol eagerly lifts his hips to make things easier and kicks them off to the other side of the room. he shivers but it's because of the other's delicious weight on his lap more than anything else. "baek, let me touch you."
"not... just... yet." baekhyun leans forward so their foreheads touch. he slips his fingers into chanyeol's hair, and chanyeol arches against him--wanting him, going crazy with need, not knowing what to do with himself.
it's a little comforting when he hears baekhyun's breath hitch, telling him that he's as close to losing control as he is. baekhyun brushes his lips so softly, he almost isn’t there, making chanyeol's heart clutch, seducing him until he wants to grab him, climb into him and make baekhyun kiss him harder. the smaller boy’s mouth moves deliberately on his then, tempting him and making his insides knot. he leans closer but baekhyun pulls away again.
"baekhyun," he whines for the nth time.
baekhyun wraps his arms around chanyeol’s neck and pulls him tightly against him. ‘okay, now.”
he wastes no time and tips baekhyun on his back against the bed so he lays trapped in his arms as chanyeol stretches above him. then his hands are everywhere, large hands that are only too eager to take and to please. the smaller boy draws him nearer. chanyeol shudders and pulls the other’s hips to his, licks into his mouth and presses him down with his weight.
his lips grow insistent--less graceful, that much rougher. he places one more hard kiss on baekhyun’s mouth before his lips glide down towards his throat, feeling triumphant as he feels baekhyun writhe beneath him, his body reaching for chanyeol's.
“chanyeol--’ now, baekhyun’s the one pleading and chanyeol smiles into the skin of his neck before biting and sucking on it, wanting to hear his boyfriend call out his name again. his hands don’t stay idle for long, they run over the rigid buds on baekhyun’s chest before his mouth follows to suckle on them. he feels baekhyun tugging at his hair as he goes lower on his body--lower and lower still-and his boyfriend lets out a moan when he reaches his length. baekhyun almost leaps off the bed when chanyeol finally takes him into his mouth.
the taller boy is thinking to take his time with this as payback for baekhyun making him wait earlier. he cups a hand to the base of the shaft and squeezes lightly while he continues to lick and suck on the head.
“ah, chan-“ baekhyun groans out before he pulls him up over him again. “now, I said now,” the elder growls and twists their bodies so that he ends up on his back with baekhyun on top of him.
he can’t say he’s too disappointed though, because he’s so hard and baekhyun’s stroking him and oh god he’s getting all dizzy again. he reaches up to the small drawer above the headboard, his hands feeling for the foil packet and small bottle they keep there. chanyeol can barely think straight with baekhyun’s hand moving faster and faster on his length. finding what he's looking for, he pushes baekhyun off him quickly, parts the silky thighs until there’s space enough to kneel in between. he hastily puts the condom on and returns his attention to his boyfriend.
they’re both winded when chanyeol inserts the first slicked finger, hearing baekhyun’s small sob when he pushes it in and out. then, the older boy is moving his hips and chanyeol is losing control at the sight of baekhyun, hair plastered with sweat and eyes reflecting the same uncontrollable thrill he’s feeling. he follows with a second then a third finger, and moves them until they are slipping easily and baekhyun’s chanting chanyeolchanyeolchanyeol.
he pulls the digits out, pours more lube on his fingers and slathers his cock with it. and then he’s spreading baekhyun’s thighs wider and guides himself in with a hand, deeper and deeper until he is buried to the hilt and he can feel baekhyun’s walls close snugly around him. “baek, fuck.”
he rocks into him evenly, tenderly, delighting in the sensation of filling baekhyun solidly with himself.
“chanyeol, now.” he feels his lover’s nail digging into his arms and back.
he tries to quicken his pace except it’s difficult because he’s sensitive and he feels he’ll come any second now but he wants to make this good.
“faster,” baekhyun whispers harshly, the order ending with a loud moan when chanyeol tilts his hips up and hits that place inside baekhyun that makes him arch with white hot pleasure. "there, yes, there."
it’s making chanyeol mindless, the way baekhyun clenches around him. his even thrusts becomes frenzied and it’s close, he’s close, feeling the heat pooling in his lower spine. he cups baekhyun’s head and draws him up for a kiss, their lips scarcely touching as they both try to reach for completion. chanyeol slips a hand between them and touches baekhyun, stroking him in time with every cant of his hips. the bed creaks and he's aware they're being entirely too loud but the hell with it.
baekhyun's legs pull him tighter, making him sink into him impossibly deeper. chanyeol rests his forehead against the other's shoulder. he feels baekhyun’s hands card through his dark hair and clutch at his neck. oh, god, baek.
a few more pumps and baekhyun cries out and spills in between them, chest heaving with every spasm that pushes chanyeol further and further to the edge.
"now," the elder gasps and the tension becomes too much to bear. chanyeol comes fast and sharp and hard, burying his face further into baekhyun's chest as he rides his orgasm.
coming down from the peak is slow. chanyeol's limbs are too tired to move but he knows he's heavy and he must be crushing baekhyun so he forces himself up on his arms. he wipes his lover's stomach with the edge of his discarded shirt.
"dead, huh?" baekhyun asks with a smug smirk. "nothing can make you get up, even me, huh."
chanyeol decides to let him gloat since he' s feeling too satisfied and content to speak. he shucks the condom off and throws it in the trash before rolling onto his back beside baekhyun. "now, i'm dead."
"oh, no you aren't," baekhyun hovers over him, "up!"
"but baek--" he starts to protest once more but he's feeling too sticky and too sweaty at the moment that he doesn't have a choice but to get up and take a shower. "fine."
"don't be too grumpy about it," baekhyun laughs lightly as he pulls chanyeol to his feet. "i've shown you my lap dance but you haven't seen me do pole dancing." the shorter boy lets go of him and walks unabashedly naked towards the bathroom, pausing just by the doorway and looking over his shoulder with that sparkle again. "you can be my pole."
chanyeol feels a quickening in his pulse. again. he stumbles after baekhyun thinking he's not so dead after all.