Bean Bang
Fandom: EXO
Title: Bean Bang
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Baekyeol
Summary: Where Chanyeol is playing video games and Baekhyun decides having sex on a bean bag is a good idea.
Warning(s): I'm not warning for anything, be surprised yo~
Word Count: 2.6K
~I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, I laid on my bean bag and tried to figure out how someone would be able to have sex on it.
~this is basically for zeraiya as a "yo, sorry I suck at writing slow, look at the sex on a bean bag to distract you"
~get the title? get it? yeah? yeah....
Bean Bang
Chanyeol was halfway through leading his team into completing their mission, blowing their enemy sky high with his collection of grenades after every rapid hit of the corresponding buttons on his controller, when his view of the tv was suddenly blocked and he found his boyfriend plopped down on his lap. Chanyeol’s bean bag chair sagged with the added weight, jostling him backwards slightly. The movement would have ruined his concentration if Baekhyun wasn’t already doing that by biting and licking at the skin just below Chanyeol’s defined jawline.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol groaned, moving his controller away from where it had been trapped between their bodies.
Someone in Chanyeol’s headset was yelling at him to move but Chanyeol couldn’t focus on the words long enough to figure out which one of his friends it was before Baekhyun was sliding the headpiece off and chucking it to the side. Then one of the older man’s hands was sliding underneath Chanyeol’s shirt, stroking upwards along his toned stomach.
Baekhyun turned his attention away from Chanyeol’s neck, sliding his mouth across pale skin until he had captured the younger’s lips in a kiss, immediately sucking on Chanyeol’s tongue until it was lured into his own mouth. Chanyeol groaned softly, moving his hands to Baekhyun’s hips and tilting his head to the side so that his lover had better access to his lips.
When Baekhyun pulled back he had Chanyeol’s bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“What do you want, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol asked despite having already figured out the answer. He noticed a suspiciously familiar bottle sitting to the side of the purple bean chair that Baekhyun must have carried over with him.
Baekhyun removed his attention from Chanyeol’s lips to move his mouth to the lobe of his boyfriend’s ear, licking and tugging on the skin. He let out a puff of air against the skin and Chanyeol flinched slightly at the sensitivity, his body heating up rapidly in response. Baekhyun knew just where to touch and tease. “Let me fuck you.”
Chanyeol’s hips lifted forward at the tone of Baekhyun’s voice, rubbing his crotch against a firm ass.
“But I’m playing a game right now,” Chanyeol teasingly responded, knowing full well his avatar had already died. The tv screen was asking if he wanted to respawn at this point. Plus, he didn’t have much interest in playing anymore anyways, his cock beginning to harden as Baekhyun rubbed his ass across his lap. “Can’t you wait a bit?”
Baekhyun bit down hard on the tip of his ear and Chanyeol gasped, body jerking forward.
“No,” Baekhyun growled. “Right now.”
Chanyeol didn’t stand a chance. Baekhyun rapidly pulled him to a standing position, tugging both their shirts off. Chanyeol was quick to pull both his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them and almost falling over in the process. When he managed to stand straight again he found Baekhyun equally as naked, heavy and hard between his legs and quickly advancing on him.
“Aren’t we going to-”
“Here,” Baekhyun said gruffly. He pushed Chanyeol back onto the bean bag and made the long limbed man shift until his weight was evenly spread out and his ass was in an appropriate position where the shorter could reach it. Without instruction, Chanyeol spread his legs apart so that the other could fit between them and Baekhyun hummed his approval.
Baekhyun sat crossed legged on the floor besides the chair, his knees digging into the fabric before he reached for the bottle next to him.
“Don’t get lube all over my chair, okay?” Chanyeol instructed, using his elbows as leverage so he could stare down at where Baekhyun was pouring gel onto his hand. Baekhyun nodded right before he pressed the tip of one of those deliciously slicked fingers against Chanyeol’s entrance.
The sole appendage slipped in easily- considering that Baekhyun had just fucked Chanyeol open last night it wasn’t that much of surprise- but Baekhyun still created a slow push and pull rhythm, being careful not to rush and accidently hurt his lover. However, this pace was not enough for Chanyeol, who quickly grew impatient. The steady movement of Baekhyun’s finger grazing against his walls was stimulating him to hardness, but not quite enough for Chanyeol to be fully satisfied. One of his hands moved to his own cock, reaching to wrap around the base in order to give a few tugs and release some of the tension. A hand slapped his own aside before he could.
“No touching yourself,” Baekhyun ordered.
“Then you touch me,” Chanyeol snapped, glaring at his boyfriend who seemed completely unaffected as he sat indian style beside the chair, leaning back as he continued to slowly finger fuck the other.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Baekhyun murmured. He leaned forward and Chanyeol was sure he was going to wrap that little mouth tight around the taller’s hardening cock, but instead he rested his chin on his hand, looking bored as he tilted his head to the side and slipped another finger to join the first. “Should I?”
“You ass,” Chanyeol growled, moving one of his hands to grab Baekhyun by the back of his head and bury his fingers in dark hair. “Suck me.”
Surprisingly, Baekhyun followed the direction of Chanyeol’s hand without a fight, moving onto his knees before he dropped his head down so he could give the tip of his boyfriend’s cock a few kitten licks. Chanyeol groaned, leaning backwards enough that the bean bag shifted and his hips were pushed up just enough that his dick’s tip was engulfed by a warm mouth.
Baekhyun attempted to steady Chanyeol by pressing down on his hips with the free hand that wasn’t currently preparing him to be fucked and Chanyeol received the message that he wasn’t supposed to be thrusting up into Baekhyun’s mouth right now.
Baekhyun leaned forward just enough to take the entirety of the head in his mouth, pressing his tongue along the slit.
“Shit,” Chanyeol gasped when Baekhyun began to create a scissor-like motion to prep him below and at the same time hollowed his cheeks to create a vise-like suction around his cock. Obscene little slurping noises began to fill the room, loud enough to be heard over the repeating credit music of Chanyeol’s forgotten game.
Baekhyun pushed another finger inside, curling all three in a way that had Chanyeol throwing his head back and moaning in that absurdly deep voice of his and tugging at the ends of Baekhyun’s hair.
Around the time Chanyeol expected Baekhyun to take more of his cock inside his mouth- because Baekhyun was beyond a doubt an amazing deepthroater- the other pulled back and Chanyeol whined, deep and throaty at the loss of heat on his fully erected dick.
“What are you-”
“I need to be inside you.”
That shut up Chanyeol well enough and he watched through hazed eyes as Baekhyun grabbed the bottle again. His hand pumped up and down his shaft a few times, trying to spread the coat of lube evenly across the pulsing flesh and Chanyeol swallowed hard, his mouth going dry. He didn’t miss the frenzied look in Baekhyun’s eyes, which came with the promise of a great fuck, but also happened to often include collateral damage.
“If you break my bean bag, I’ll make your fucking ass pay for it tonight, I swear.”
Baekhyun smirked. “What if I want to pay for it?”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol warned.
“I won’t break your chair,” Baekhyun said in exasperation as he shifted Chanyeol’s hips slightly before he pressed the head of his cock against Chanyeol’s entrance. “It’s funny that you don’t seem to have the same consideration for our bed.”
“Thats differen-oh,” Chanyeol broke off into a breathy groan when Baekhyun pushed his cock inside. Baekhyun groaned himself, pushing his face down against Chanyeol’s collarbone and trying to recapture his breath as his boyfriend’s heat attempted to suck him further in.
The moment Chanyeol pushed against Baekhyun, the elder began to move his pelvis forward and back in long, but slow paced thrusts while holding onto the other’s hips. It had Chanyeol releasing little grunts of pleasure with each drive of Baekhyun’s cock and the fullness it left him reeling over.
But it still wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” Chanyeol whispered, raising his hips to press back against Baekhyun’s cock.
Baekhyun let out a breathy laugh. “You told me not to break your chair.”
“Damnit, Baekhyun. Just do it harder.”
Not needing to be told a third time, Baekhyun began to snap his hips forward roughly, his pelvis slamming against Chanyeol’s ass, who let out a breathy groan in response to the pace finally picking up. The force jostled Chanyeol against the chair, causing him to rock back and forth against it as the bag began to slide across the hardwood floor on its own.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun cursed, struggling to keep Chanyeol’s hips in place and to stop the chair from moving further away from him. He paused long enough to give a light slap to one of Chanyeol’s thighs, who from experience of the sign, immediately wrapped his legs around Baekhyun’s waist as the other moved from kneeling beside the bag to clambering on top of it so he hovered over Chanyeol’s chest.
He braced himself on the soles of his feet on the floor and balanced himself on his elbows, canting his hips forward to see if this shift in position made it easier to fuck into Chanyeol.
“Oh fuck,” Chanyeol cried out loudly and Baekhyun realized that he had found the perfect angle to slam into Chanyeol’s prostate. “Right there, Baekhyun.”
Chanyeol could practically taste the smirk on Baekhyun’s lips, but at that point he was too far gone to even bother with it. He reached his arms backwards, pressing them flat against the ground, his eyes clenching closed tightly as Baekhyun slammed into him with jackhammer thrusts. He could distantly feel Baekhyun’s hands move to thread in his hair, brushing aside his sweaty bangs.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Baekhyun grunted, voice deep and husky and Chanyeol’s face flushed to a dusty shade of pink, because oh, he knew that voice and what came with it.
“You look like such a whore.”
Chanyeol groaned, eyes flashing open and burning with lust as he moved a hand from behind him to trial his fingers down Baekhyun’s back. His blunt fingernails dug into smooth skin in retaliation for the words that despite their degrading meaning, always turned Chanyeol on immensely.
“All for me,” Baekhyun added, pressing his lips against the side of Chanyeol’s cheek. “Right, Chanyeol? You’re my whore, aren’t you?”
Chanyeol didn’t respond at first, but when Baekhyun began to slow the pace of his thrusts, he eagerly shouted out a “yes.”
“You-” Chanyeol stuttered, breaking off when Baekhyun slammed into his sweet spot fiercely, causing the bean bag to shift again and then moved to lick and nip at the younger’s neck. “You’re my whore too.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Baekhyun gasped, his eyebrows furrowing together as Chanyeol’s insides clenched around his pulsating cock. “Just for each other.” Chanyeol squeezed Baekhyun’s ass in silent agreement.
Baekhyun shifted his legs slightly, the muscles beginning to strain from the effort and the small difference was enough to send him sinking deeper into Chanyeol. He threw his head back, gasping at the ceiling. Baekhyun grabbed onto the arm Chanyeol was touching him with and ushered it between their bodies.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Chanyeol complied immediately, only too eager to relieve the aching need that was throbbing in his neglected cock. Baekhyun’s hand never left his however, long fingers gripping onto Chanyeol’s oversized hand as he pumped his fist up and down his own cock in time to Baekhyun’s thrusts. A long, dragged out whine fell from his lips when Baekhyun began to roll his hips forward in steady, firm waves.
“Come all over your hand, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun urged, sweat beginning to drip down onto Chanyeol’s chest. “Make it dirty with your own cum,” Baekhyun growled against the side of the younger’s face, his lips pressing against Chanyeol’s ear and breathing heavily with short grunts.
All it took was one more well timed thrust and a teasing bite on the lobe of his ear, before everything went white.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol practically growled, muffling the name into the nook of Baekhyun’s neck, eyes rolling back and toes clenching around Baekhyun’s waist as he came all over his hand that Baekhyun was forcing against the head of his cock. Baekhyun cursed, thrusting a few times before he collapsed onto his knees and emptied himself deep into Chanyeol.
Baekhyun fell onto Chanyeol’s chest, who moved his one hand from where it had been gripping the bean bag behind him to wrap limply around Baekhyun’s body. He didn’t bother trying to remove his other hand from where it was trapped between their bodies.
“I didn’t break-” Baekhyun began after a few moments of catching his breath.
“Shut it,” Chanyeol interrupted as he leaned his head back in post-orgasm bliss. Baekhyun laughed, tugging onto Chanyeol’s hair until he had shifted his boyfriend’s head into a position where he could easily kiss him. The two enjoyed the slow exploration of each other’s mouths, Baekhyun occasionally peppering some soft kisses across Chanyeol’s face.
Baekhyun eventually pulled away, slipping out of Chanyeol who responded with a deep grunt of displeasure. The older stood up before reaching his hand out in offering.
“Shall we clean up?” He asked with a grin to which Chanyeol could only respond with one of his own.
Chanyeol grabbed onto Baekhyun’s hand, who lifted him to his feet rather easily. Before the other could move, Chanyeol leaned down and pressed a sloppy kiss on Baekhyun’s lips, pulling back just in time to wipe his cum stained hand across Baekhyun’s mouth.
“Ah, god, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whined, wiping at his mouth in mock disgust before he chased after his taller boyfriend who wasn’t getting very far with his slight limp, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s waist and burying his face into the other’s back. Chanyeol laughed, his deep voice slightly hoarse, and Baekhyun smiled against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, even as he tried to to tackle the other to the ground.
Once their rough housing was finished and Baekhyun had cleaned himself off, he shuffled his way into their shared bedroom while Chanyeol hurried to finishing wiping himself clean. When he was done, Chanyeol returned to the living room, still limping slightly, and pulled his discarded pants back on, not bothering with his shirt or boxers. Chanyeol stared at his bean bag for a moment, trying to assess the damage. Besides the fact it looked much less firm than earlier there didn’t seem to be any fluids spilled on it which was a pleasant surprise.
Chanyeol flopped back into the chair, getting ready to get back to his video games. Just then Baekhyun returned fully clothed in his pants and one of Chanyeol’s hoodies and before Chanyeol could say anything, settled down with his back against the younger’s chest, wiggling until he found a comfortable position. The bean bag strained with the weight and Chanyeol realized he would have to add some more padding to it at some point after all the activity it had been put through today.
“Let me watch you play,” Baekhyun said and Chanyeol distantly noted that Baekhyun’s hair smelled like he had been using Chanyeol’s shampoo again.
Chanyeol sighed and curled his arm around wide hips while resting his chin on a mop of brunette hair, starting his search to find the game he had been playing with his friends before he had become otherwise distracted.
Baekhyun ran one of his hands up and down Chanyeol’s arm, softly humming.
It only took a few minutes to set up and when the headset was properly turned on, Chanyeol greeted the people who were surely going to bite his ass for his sudden disappearance.
“Hey guys.”
Jongdae was the first to respond.
“You bastard, you left us to die in that hell hole to get yourself laid.”
Title: Bean Bang
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Baekyeol
Summary: Where Chanyeol is playing video games and Baekhyun decides having sex on a bean bag is a good idea.
Warning(s): I'm not warning for anything, be surprised yo~
Word Count: 2.6K
~I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, I laid on my bean bag and tried to figure out how someone would be able to have sex on it.
~this is basically for zeraiya as a "yo, sorry I suck at writing slow, look at the sex on a bean bag to distract you"
~get the title? get it? yeah? yeah....
Bean Bang
Chanyeol was halfway through leading his team into completing their mission, blowing their enemy sky high with his collection of grenades after every rapid hit of the corresponding buttons on his controller, when his view of the tv was suddenly blocked and he found his boyfriend plopped down on his lap. Chanyeol’s bean bag chair sagged with the added weight, jostling him backwards slightly. The movement would have ruined his concentration if Baekhyun wasn’t already doing that by biting and licking at the skin just below Chanyeol’s defined jawline.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol groaned, moving his controller away from where it had been trapped between their bodies.
Someone in Chanyeol’s headset was yelling at him to move but Chanyeol couldn’t focus on the words long enough to figure out which one of his friends it was before Baekhyun was sliding the headpiece off and chucking it to the side. Then one of the older man’s hands was sliding underneath Chanyeol’s shirt, stroking upwards along his toned stomach.
Baekhyun turned his attention away from Chanyeol’s neck, sliding his mouth across pale skin until he had captured the younger’s lips in a kiss, immediately sucking on Chanyeol’s tongue until it was lured into his own mouth. Chanyeol groaned softly, moving his hands to Baekhyun’s hips and tilting his head to the side so that his lover had better access to his lips.
When Baekhyun pulled back he had Chanyeol’s bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“What do you want, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol asked despite having already figured out the answer. He noticed a suspiciously familiar bottle sitting to the side of the purple bean chair that Baekhyun must have carried over with him.
Baekhyun removed his attention from Chanyeol’s lips to move his mouth to the lobe of his boyfriend’s ear, licking and tugging on the skin. He let out a puff of air against the skin and Chanyeol flinched slightly at the sensitivity, his body heating up rapidly in response. Baekhyun knew just where to touch and tease. “Let me fuck you.”
Chanyeol’s hips lifted forward at the tone of Baekhyun’s voice, rubbing his crotch against a firm ass.
“But I’m playing a game right now,” Chanyeol teasingly responded, knowing full well his avatar had already died. The tv screen was asking if he wanted to respawn at this point. Plus, he didn’t have much interest in playing anymore anyways, his cock beginning to harden as Baekhyun rubbed his ass across his lap. “Can’t you wait a bit?”
Baekhyun bit down hard on the tip of his ear and Chanyeol gasped, body jerking forward.
“No,” Baekhyun growled. “Right now.”
Chanyeol didn’t stand a chance. Baekhyun rapidly pulled him to a standing position, tugging both their shirts off. Chanyeol was quick to pull both his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them and almost falling over in the process. When he managed to stand straight again he found Baekhyun equally as naked, heavy and hard between his legs and quickly advancing on him.
“Aren’t we going to-”
“Here,” Baekhyun said gruffly. He pushed Chanyeol back onto the bean bag and made the long limbed man shift until his weight was evenly spread out and his ass was in an appropriate position where the shorter could reach it. Without instruction, Chanyeol spread his legs apart so that the other could fit between them and Baekhyun hummed his approval.
Baekhyun sat crossed legged on the floor besides the chair, his knees digging into the fabric before he reached for the bottle next to him.
“Don’t get lube all over my chair, okay?” Chanyeol instructed, using his elbows as leverage so he could stare down at where Baekhyun was pouring gel onto his hand. Baekhyun nodded right before he pressed the tip of one of those deliciously slicked fingers against Chanyeol’s entrance.
The sole appendage slipped in easily- considering that Baekhyun had just fucked Chanyeol open last night it wasn’t that much of surprise- but Baekhyun still created a slow push and pull rhythm, being careful not to rush and accidently hurt his lover. However, this pace was not enough for Chanyeol, who quickly grew impatient. The steady movement of Baekhyun’s finger grazing against his walls was stimulating him to hardness, but not quite enough for Chanyeol to be fully satisfied. One of his hands moved to his own cock, reaching to wrap around the base in order to give a few tugs and release some of the tension. A hand slapped his own aside before he could.
“No touching yourself,” Baekhyun ordered.
“Then you touch me,” Chanyeol snapped, glaring at his boyfriend who seemed completely unaffected as he sat indian style beside the chair, leaning back as he continued to slowly finger fuck the other.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Baekhyun murmured. He leaned forward and Chanyeol was sure he was going to wrap that little mouth tight around the taller’s hardening cock, but instead he rested his chin on his hand, looking bored as he tilted his head to the side and slipped another finger to join the first. “Should I?”
“You ass,” Chanyeol growled, moving one of his hands to grab Baekhyun by the back of his head and bury his fingers in dark hair. “Suck me.”
Surprisingly, Baekhyun followed the direction of Chanyeol’s hand without a fight, moving onto his knees before he dropped his head down so he could give the tip of his boyfriend’s cock a few kitten licks. Chanyeol groaned, leaning backwards enough that the bean bag shifted and his hips were pushed up just enough that his dick’s tip was engulfed by a warm mouth.
Baekhyun attempted to steady Chanyeol by pressing down on his hips with the free hand that wasn’t currently preparing him to be fucked and Chanyeol received the message that he wasn’t supposed to be thrusting up into Baekhyun’s mouth right now.
Baekhyun leaned forward just enough to take the entirety of the head in his mouth, pressing his tongue along the slit.
“Shit,” Chanyeol gasped when Baekhyun began to create a scissor-like motion to prep him below and at the same time hollowed his cheeks to create a vise-like suction around his cock. Obscene little slurping noises began to fill the room, loud enough to be heard over the repeating credit music of Chanyeol’s forgotten game.
Baekhyun pushed another finger inside, curling all three in a way that had Chanyeol throwing his head back and moaning in that absurdly deep voice of his and tugging at the ends of Baekhyun’s hair.
Around the time Chanyeol expected Baekhyun to take more of his cock inside his mouth- because Baekhyun was beyond a doubt an amazing deepthroater- the other pulled back and Chanyeol whined, deep and throaty at the loss of heat on his fully erected dick.
“What are you-”
“I need to be inside you.”
That shut up Chanyeol well enough and he watched through hazed eyes as Baekhyun grabbed the bottle again. His hand pumped up and down his shaft a few times, trying to spread the coat of lube evenly across the pulsing flesh and Chanyeol swallowed hard, his mouth going dry. He didn’t miss the frenzied look in Baekhyun’s eyes, which came with the promise of a great fuck, but also happened to often include collateral damage.
“If you break my bean bag, I’ll make your fucking ass pay for it tonight, I swear.”
Baekhyun smirked. “What if I want to pay for it?”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol warned.
“I won’t break your chair,” Baekhyun said in exasperation as he shifted Chanyeol’s hips slightly before he pressed the head of his cock against Chanyeol’s entrance. “It’s funny that you don’t seem to have the same consideration for our bed.”
“Thats differen-oh,” Chanyeol broke off into a breathy groan when Baekhyun pushed his cock inside. Baekhyun groaned himself, pushing his face down against Chanyeol’s collarbone and trying to recapture his breath as his boyfriend’s heat attempted to suck him further in.
The moment Chanyeol pushed against Baekhyun, the elder began to move his pelvis forward and back in long, but slow paced thrusts while holding onto the other’s hips. It had Chanyeol releasing little grunts of pleasure with each drive of Baekhyun’s cock and the fullness it left him reeling over.
But it still wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” Chanyeol whispered, raising his hips to press back against Baekhyun’s cock.
Baekhyun let out a breathy laugh. “You told me not to break your chair.”
“Damnit, Baekhyun. Just do it harder.”
Not needing to be told a third time, Baekhyun began to snap his hips forward roughly, his pelvis slamming against Chanyeol’s ass, who let out a breathy groan in response to the pace finally picking up. The force jostled Chanyeol against the chair, causing him to rock back and forth against it as the bag began to slide across the hardwood floor on its own.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun cursed, struggling to keep Chanyeol’s hips in place and to stop the chair from moving further away from him. He paused long enough to give a light slap to one of Chanyeol’s thighs, who from experience of the sign, immediately wrapped his legs around Baekhyun’s waist as the other moved from kneeling beside the bag to clambering on top of it so he hovered over Chanyeol’s chest.
He braced himself on the soles of his feet on the floor and balanced himself on his elbows, canting his hips forward to see if this shift in position made it easier to fuck into Chanyeol.
“Oh fuck,” Chanyeol cried out loudly and Baekhyun realized that he had found the perfect angle to slam into Chanyeol’s prostate. “Right there, Baekhyun.”
Chanyeol could practically taste the smirk on Baekhyun’s lips, but at that point he was too far gone to even bother with it. He reached his arms backwards, pressing them flat against the ground, his eyes clenching closed tightly as Baekhyun slammed into him with jackhammer thrusts. He could distantly feel Baekhyun’s hands move to thread in his hair, brushing aside his sweaty bangs.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Baekhyun grunted, voice deep and husky and Chanyeol’s face flushed to a dusty shade of pink, because oh, he knew that voice and what came with it.
“You look like such a whore.”
Chanyeol groaned, eyes flashing open and burning with lust as he moved a hand from behind him to trial his fingers down Baekhyun’s back. His blunt fingernails dug into smooth skin in retaliation for the words that despite their degrading meaning, always turned Chanyeol on immensely.
“All for me,” Baekhyun added, pressing his lips against the side of Chanyeol’s cheek. “Right, Chanyeol? You’re my whore, aren’t you?”
Chanyeol didn’t respond at first, but when Baekhyun began to slow the pace of his thrusts, he eagerly shouted out a “yes.”
“You-” Chanyeol stuttered, breaking off when Baekhyun slammed into his sweet spot fiercely, causing the bean bag to shift again and then moved to lick and nip at the younger’s neck. “You’re my whore too.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Baekhyun gasped, his eyebrows furrowing together as Chanyeol’s insides clenched around his pulsating cock. “Just for each other.” Chanyeol squeezed Baekhyun’s ass in silent agreement.
Baekhyun shifted his legs slightly, the muscles beginning to strain from the effort and the small difference was enough to send him sinking deeper into Chanyeol. He threw his head back, gasping at the ceiling. Baekhyun grabbed onto the arm Chanyeol was touching him with and ushered it between their bodies.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Chanyeol complied immediately, only too eager to relieve the aching need that was throbbing in his neglected cock. Baekhyun’s hand never left his however, long fingers gripping onto Chanyeol’s oversized hand as he pumped his fist up and down his own cock in time to Baekhyun’s thrusts. A long, dragged out whine fell from his lips when Baekhyun began to roll his hips forward in steady, firm waves.
“Come all over your hand, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun urged, sweat beginning to drip down onto Chanyeol’s chest. “Make it dirty with your own cum,” Baekhyun growled against the side of the younger’s face, his lips pressing against Chanyeol’s ear and breathing heavily with short grunts.
All it took was one more well timed thrust and a teasing bite on the lobe of his ear, before everything went white.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol practically growled, muffling the name into the nook of Baekhyun’s neck, eyes rolling back and toes clenching around Baekhyun’s waist as he came all over his hand that Baekhyun was forcing against the head of his cock. Baekhyun cursed, thrusting a few times before he collapsed onto his knees and emptied himself deep into Chanyeol.
Baekhyun fell onto Chanyeol’s chest, who moved his one hand from where it had been gripping the bean bag behind him to wrap limply around Baekhyun’s body. He didn’t bother trying to remove his other hand from where it was trapped between their bodies.
“I didn’t break-” Baekhyun began after a few moments of catching his breath.
“Shut it,” Chanyeol interrupted as he leaned his head back in post-orgasm bliss. Baekhyun laughed, tugging onto Chanyeol’s hair until he had shifted his boyfriend’s head into a position where he could easily kiss him. The two enjoyed the slow exploration of each other’s mouths, Baekhyun occasionally peppering some soft kisses across Chanyeol’s face.
Baekhyun eventually pulled away, slipping out of Chanyeol who responded with a deep grunt of displeasure. The older stood up before reaching his hand out in offering.
“Shall we clean up?” He asked with a grin to which Chanyeol could only respond with one of his own.
Chanyeol grabbed onto Baekhyun’s hand, who lifted him to his feet rather easily. Before the other could move, Chanyeol leaned down and pressed a sloppy kiss on Baekhyun’s lips, pulling back just in time to wipe his cum stained hand across Baekhyun’s mouth.
“Ah, god, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun whined, wiping at his mouth in mock disgust before he chased after his taller boyfriend who wasn’t getting very far with his slight limp, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol’s waist and burying his face into the other’s back. Chanyeol laughed, his deep voice slightly hoarse, and Baekhyun smiled against the back of his boyfriend’s neck, even as he tried to to tackle the other to the ground.
Once their rough housing was finished and Baekhyun had cleaned himself off, he shuffled his way into their shared bedroom while Chanyeol hurried to finishing wiping himself clean. When he was done, Chanyeol returned to the living room, still limping slightly, and pulled his discarded pants back on, not bothering with his shirt or boxers. Chanyeol stared at his bean bag for a moment, trying to assess the damage. Besides the fact it looked much less firm than earlier there didn’t seem to be any fluids spilled on it which was a pleasant surprise.
Chanyeol flopped back into the chair, getting ready to get back to his video games. Just then Baekhyun returned fully clothed in his pants and one of Chanyeol’s hoodies and before Chanyeol could say anything, settled down with his back against the younger’s chest, wiggling until he found a comfortable position. The bean bag strained with the weight and Chanyeol realized he would have to add some more padding to it at some point after all the activity it had been put through today.
“Let me watch you play,” Baekhyun said and Chanyeol distantly noted that Baekhyun’s hair smelled like he had been using Chanyeol’s shampoo again.
Chanyeol sighed and curled his arm around wide hips while resting his chin on a mop of brunette hair, starting his search to find the game he had been playing with his friends before he had become otherwise distracted.
Baekhyun ran one of his hands up and down Chanyeol’s arm, softly humming.
It only took a few minutes to set up and when the headset was properly turned on, Chanyeol greeted the people who were surely going to bite his ass for his sudden disappearance.
“Hey guys.”
Jongdae was the first to respond.
“You bastard, you left us to die in that hell hole to get yourself laid.”