[exo] impatient, are we?
Title: Impatient, Are We?
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1.4 k
Summary: Kris and Chanyeol are both impatient. But they like it that way.
A/N: pwp. that is all. cross-posted at [aff]
It was all a flurry of tangled limbs and rushed kisses and heated touches as Kris pushed the younger male, who happened to be almost as tall as he is, into his bedroom in his high-end apartment. He heard the deep rumble of the other’s laugh and briefly saw his right eye crinkle more than his left before Kris let out a growl, biting into the other’s neck none too kindly.
“Impatient, are we?” he asked teasingly, words slurred at the end thanks to the alcohol.
“Shut up, Chanyeol,” Kris growled in reply, slamming the younger against the wall. Kris briefly heard something fall and break, but that could be handled later when the messes that are Park Chanyeol and both of their painful erections are cared for.
“Or what, Kris?” Chanyeol replied, grinding his hip against Kris’, earning a mix of a moan and a growl from the elder. “Or should I call you Wu Fan, hm?”
The smell of alcohol was strangely comforting as the heat of the room increased. Kris hastily threw away the black leather jacket that Chanyeol was wearing before tearing his too-tight black tank top, revealing a lanky yet beautifully-and-proportionally-built torso.
“Like what you see, Wu Fan?” Chanyeol asked, voice threateningly low and fingers curling under the fabric of Kris’ own white shirt. Damn that alcohol for making Chanyeol’s voice seem even more seductive that it already is.
Kris rolled his eyes before gripping Chanyeol’s waist with one hand, yanking him from the wall and throwing him to his bed. He was oh-so determined in keeping his dignity, trying so hard not to slip under whatever trick Chanyeol might pull. Crawling over the younger male, Kris connected their lips once more, letting their tongues mingle and twist together in an unheard rhythm. Kris’ broad hands traveled up and down the other’s body, lightly scraping his nails against Chanyeol’s skin and smirking when he felt the goosebumps under the pads of his fingers despite the heat shared between the two.
Chanyeol was the one to break the kiss, head thrown back in a whine when Kris pinched one of his nipple. His whines turned into soft, deep moans when he felt Kris’ lips latch onto the other nipple, licking, sucking, and biting the hardening nub. “F-Fuck… Kris… Don’t tease…”
Another growl escaped Kris’ throat-he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, he noticed-and trailed kisses down Chanyeol’s eager body, licking the other’s navel before stopping right before his pants. Chanyeol let out another whine, bucking his hips up. Chuckling, Kris held him down, moving to reconnect their lips.
Kris made quick work of Chanyeol’s jeans, and before the younger even realized it, Kris’s large, warm hands was stroking him from tip to base. A strangled moan escaped Chanyeol as he tried to move his hips in time with those hellish strokes, but Kris kept a tight grip on his waist.
“Impatient, are we?” Kris whispered, throwing the question asked earlier back before licking the shell of Chanyeol’s ear. His hand worked its magic, slowly and painfully bringing Chanyeol closer and closer to his climax, and when Kris heard the other’s breath hitch and constant, harsh whispers of Kris’ name started to stream out of Chanyeol’s mouth, Kris stopped and retracted his hand.
Chanyeol groaned and bucked his hips, so very close to that point of bliss. “Kris you fucking jerk!”
Kris smirked and rolled his eyes again, removing the remains of whatever clothing the two happened to be wearing before taking the bottle of lube from his night stand and setting it on the bed. “Call me Wu Fan tonight, Chanyeol. And show some respect. I might not be so nice next time.”
Chanyeol barely wrapped his mind around Kris’ subtle promise of a “next time” when he felt the elder push his legs apart. He let out a surprised gasp, suddenly slightly shy, as he kept his eyes on Kris, watching carefully. When Kris gave him that smirk, Chanyeol felt his cock twitch and he groaned, all shyness swept away by the remaining alcohol in his system. “Kris… please…”
“I told you to call me Wu Fan for the night,” Kris replied, hands returning to lazily stroke Chanyeol’s cock.
“Wu… Fan…” Chanyeol managed to choke out, hands gripping on the sheets, “please…”
“And I also said to show some respect,” Kris muttered, squeezing around the base of Chanyeol’s cock, earning a strangled cry.
“Hyung…” the younger growled out through gritted teeth, “don’t… do this… to me…”
Kris smirked, hand still working painfully slowly on Chanyeol, and reached over to where the lube was. Using his teeth, he took the cap off and with only one hand, squirted some of the substance into his palm. He took his sweet time, giving a whimpering Chanyeol glances that would make any other women fall prey, before he inserted two fingers into Chanyeol, twisting and crooking and stretching the tight heat that is Park Chanyeol.
Chanyeol gasped at the sudden intrusion and whimpered louder at the initial pain, but by the time Kris was doing this and that, those whimpers turn into wanton moans, and when Kris inserted a third finger, Chanyeol all but fucked himself into those sinful fingers.
With a little twist and a little push, the sheets around Chanyeol’s fingers crumpled even more as a mix of a cry and a moan escaped his lips, and Kris smirked. He withdrew his fingers and moved to tower over the younger’s flushed body, leaning down and kissing Chanyeol on the lips. Positioning himself, Kris slowly pushed in, knowing that the stretch would hurt.
All of the cries that Chanyeol made was drowned down by Kris’ firm yet gentle kiss, and the rubs around his maybe-bruised waist kind of helped in easing the searing pain that shot up his spine.
After inserting himself all the way, Kris stilled, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to Chanyeol’s as they both regained their breathing. With the roll of Chanyeol’s hips, the elder began to move, pulling out all the way before all but slamming himself back into Chanyeol, shuddering at the hot heat.
A cry escaped Chanyeol, head thrown back in a mix of pain and pleasure as his hands made his way to Kris’ shoulders and nails dug into the other’s skin. A rhythm was built slowly, and before long, the soft whimpers and grunts turned into loud moans and groans. The temperature in the room increased, along with the pants and Chanyeol’s deep voice calling out Kris’ Chinese name like a mantra, and with a slight change in angle and a particularly hard thrust, Chanyeol let out another loud cry as his body arched with pleasure that is Kris’ cock ramming his prostate dead on.
The rhythm was soon forgotten and what began as long, careful thrusts turned into frantic snaps of Kris’ hips as he edged his peak, and based on the way Chanyeol was tossing his head from side to side and increased amount of spasms around Kris’ cock, he knew that the younger one was almost there as well. Kris reached down and began to stroke Chanyeol’s weeping cock.
Any kind of thought was kicked out of Chanyeol’s brain long ago, and all he could do is buck up against that devilishly warm hand and attempt to keep time with the frantic thrusts. He could feel his orgasm coming, and his moans were becoming mixed with pleas of release. Chanyeol needed this so bad, and he was so very close, so when he felt Kris’ tongue licking his ear and that goddamn deep voice of his instructing him to come, Chanyeol’s body arched into a perfect curve, coming into Kris’ hands and their chests with a loud scream of Kris’ name.
It triggered a domino effect, and soon Kris came as well, spilling into Chanyeol’s tight hole, groaning at the feel of the heat. They both stayed still for a moment, regaining their breathing, before Kris pulled out with a grunt and reached over to the night stand for some tissues and cleaned both their bodies carefully. Chanyeol was so spent and tired, and the effects of the alcohol was slowly going away, so all he could do was watch and groan quietly when Kris moved him under the sheets before situating himself next to the younger.
“Sorry,” Kris whispered, stroking Chanyeol’s golden brown locks.
“Now you say sorry?” Chanyeol retorted, eyes closing as sleep started to pull him in.
Kris chuckled softly. “Better now that never.”
Chanyeol hummed in reply. “That reminds me… When you said next time…”
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1.4 k
Summary: Kris and Chanyeol are both impatient. But they like it that way.
A/N: pwp. that is all. cross-posted at [aff]
It was all a flurry of tangled limbs and rushed kisses and heated touches as Kris pushed the younger male, who happened to be almost as tall as he is, into his bedroom in his high-end apartment. He heard the deep rumble of the other’s laugh and briefly saw his right eye crinkle more than his left before Kris let out a growl, biting into the other’s neck none too kindly.
“Impatient, are we?” he asked teasingly, words slurred at the end thanks to the alcohol.
“Shut up, Chanyeol,” Kris growled in reply, slamming the younger against the wall. Kris briefly heard something fall and break, but that could be handled later when the messes that are Park Chanyeol and both of their painful erections are cared for.
“Or what, Kris?” Chanyeol replied, grinding his hip against Kris’, earning a mix of a moan and a growl from the elder. “Or should I call you Wu Fan, hm?”
The smell of alcohol was strangely comforting as the heat of the room increased. Kris hastily threw away the black leather jacket that Chanyeol was wearing before tearing his too-tight black tank top, revealing a lanky yet beautifully-and-proportionally-built torso.
“Like what you see, Wu Fan?” Chanyeol asked, voice threateningly low and fingers curling under the fabric of Kris’ own white shirt. Damn that alcohol for making Chanyeol’s voice seem even more seductive that it already is.
Kris rolled his eyes before gripping Chanyeol’s waist with one hand, yanking him from the wall and throwing him to his bed. He was oh-so determined in keeping his dignity, trying so hard not to slip under whatever trick Chanyeol might pull. Crawling over the younger male, Kris connected their lips once more, letting their tongues mingle and twist together in an unheard rhythm. Kris’ broad hands traveled up and down the other’s body, lightly scraping his nails against Chanyeol’s skin and smirking when he felt the goosebumps under the pads of his fingers despite the heat shared between the two.
Chanyeol was the one to break the kiss, head thrown back in a whine when Kris pinched one of his nipple. His whines turned into soft, deep moans when he felt Kris’ lips latch onto the other nipple, licking, sucking, and biting the hardening nub. “F-Fuck… Kris… Don’t tease…”
Another growl escaped Kris’ throat-he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, he noticed-and trailed kisses down Chanyeol’s eager body, licking the other’s navel before stopping right before his pants. Chanyeol let out another whine, bucking his hips up. Chuckling, Kris held him down, moving to reconnect their lips.
Kris made quick work of Chanyeol’s jeans, and before the younger even realized it, Kris’s large, warm hands was stroking him from tip to base. A strangled moan escaped Chanyeol as he tried to move his hips in time with those hellish strokes, but Kris kept a tight grip on his waist.
“Impatient, are we?” Kris whispered, throwing the question asked earlier back before licking the shell of Chanyeol’s ear. His hand worked its magic, slowly and painfully bringing Chanyeol closer and closer to his climax, and when Kris heard the other’s breath hitch and constant, harsh whispers of Kris’ name started to stream out of Chanyeol’s mouth, Kris stopped and retracted his hand.
Chanyeol groaned and bucked his hips, so very close to that point of bliss. “Kris you fucking jerk!”
Kris smirked and rolled his eyes again, removing the remains of whatever clothing the two happened to be wearing before taking the bottle of lube from his night stand and setting it on the bed. “Call me Wu Fan tonight, Chanyeol. And show some respect. I might not be so nice next time.”
Chanyeol barely wrapped his mind around Kris’ subtle promise of a “next time” when he felt the elder push his legs apart. He let out a surprised gasp, suddenly slightly shy, as he kept his eyes on Kris, watching carefully. When Kris gave him that smirk, Chanyeol felt his cock twitch and he groaned, all shyness swept away by the remaining alcohol in his system. “Kris… please…”
“I told you to call me Wu Fan for the night,” Kris replied, hands returning to lazily stroke Chanyeol’s cock.
“Wu… Fan…” Chanyeol managed to choke out, hands gripping on the sheets, “please…”
“And I also said to show some respect,” Kris muttered, squeezing around the base of Chanyeol’s cock, earning a strangled cry.
“Hyung…” the younger growled out through gritted teeth, “don’t… do this… to me…”
Kris smirked, hand still working painfully slowly on Chanyeol, and reached over to where the lube was. Using his teeth, he took the cap off and with only one hand, squirted some of the substance into his palm. He took his sweet time, giving a whimpering Chanyeol glances that would make any other women fall prey, before he inserted two fingers into Chanyeol, twisting and crooking and stretching the tight heat that is Park Chanyeol.
Chanyeol gasped at the sudden intrusion and whimpered louder at the initial pain, but by the time Kris was doing this and that, those whimpers turn into wanton moans, and when Kris inserted a third finger, Chanyeol all but fucked himself into those sinful fingers.
With a little twist and a little push, the sheets around Chanyeol’s fingers crumpled even more as a mix of a cry and a moan escaped his lips, and Kris smirked. He withdrew his fingers and moved to tower over the younger’s flushed body, leaning down and kissing Chanyeol on the lips. Positioning himself, Kris slowly pushed in, knowing that the stretch would hurt.
All of the cries that Chanyeol made was drowned down by Kris’ firm yet gentle kiss, and the rubs around his maybe-bruised waist kind of helped in easing the searing pain that shot up his spine.
After inserting himself all the way, Kris stilled, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to Chanyeol’s as they both regained their breathing. With the roll of Chanyeol’s hips, the elder began to move, pulling out all the way before all but slamming himself back into Chanyeol, shuddering at the hot heat.
A cry escaped Chanyeol, head thrown back in a mix of pain and pleasure as his hands made his way to Kris’ shoulders and nails dug into the other’s skin. A rhythm was built slowly, and before long, the soft whimpers and grunts turned into loud moans and groans. The temperature in the room increased, along with the pants and Chanyeol’s deep voice calling out Kris’ Chinese name like a mantra, and with a slight change in angle and a particularly hard thrust, Chanyeol let out another loud cry as his body arched with pleasure that is Kris’ cock ramming his prostate dead on.
The rhythm was soon forgotten and what began as long, careful thrusts turned into frantic snaps of Kris’ hips as he edged his peak, and based on the way Chanyeol was tossing his head from side to side and increased amount of spasms around Kris’ cock, he knew that the younger one was almost there as well. Kris reached down and began to stroke Chanyeol’s weeping cock.
Any kind of thought was kicked out of Chanyeol’s brain long ago, and all he could do is buck up against that devilishly warm hand and attempt to keep time with the frantic thrusts. He could feel his orgasm coming, and his moans were becoming mixed with pleas of release. Chanyeol needed this so bad, and he was so very close, so when he felt Kris’ tongue licking his ear and that goddamn deep voice of his instructing him to come, Chanyeol’s body arched into a perfect curve, coming into Kris’ hands and their chests with a loud scream of Kris’ name.
It triggered a domino effect, and soon Kris came as well, spilling into Chanyeol’s tight hole, groaning at the feel of the heat. They both stayed still for a moment, regaining their breathing, before Kris pulled out with a grunt and reached over to the night stand for some tissues and cleaned both their bodies carefully. Chanyeol was so spent and tired, and the effects of the alcohol was slowly going away, so all he could do was watch and groan quietly when Kris moved him under the sheets before situating himself next to the younger.
“Sorry,” Kris whispered, stroking Chanyeol’s golden brown locks.
“Now you say sorry?” Chanyeol retorted, eyes closing as sleep started to pull him in.
Kris chuckled softly. “Better now that never.”
Chanyeol hummed in reply. “That reminds me… When you said next time…”