X-Mas Event Entry from Prompt #28: Amorphous

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Author: mistah_j
Author Fic Links: JStomp (AO3)
Fic Title: Amorphous
Rating: NC-17
Other pairings involved: None
Length: 6448 words
Summary: Do Kyungsoo is facing a crisis. He keeps finding himself with his hands down his pants while he watches his new neighbor, Park Chanyeol from the apartment across his.
Warnings: Slight Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
Notes: A/N: I’m pretty sure the prompt was about Kyungsoo watching Chanyeol doing sexual acts from his apartment but I decided to not go on that path. Sorry if I messed this up.


Amorphous (adj) : without any structure or order. e.g. Glass is an amorphous solid.

By the time Kyungsoo has noticed what was happening, he was already in deep shit. The kind you don't want anybody else to know because it's so embarrassing, and well-kinda illegal.  If you had told Kyungsoo from days earlier that his routine, his pride and his self-perception would be broken almost at the same time, he would have laughed as hard as he can without sounding as boisterous as his coworkers. Tell that however, to the current Kyungsoo, lying on his bed in his dark room watching the movement in the apartment just across his, few feet away, with his boxers pulled down and soiled with cum, and he would begrudgingly admit defeat.

Do Kyungsoo has indeed tarnished the good image and direction of his life.

Order, routine and repetition: that's how Do Kyungsoo, age 25, likes how to live. Every single morning, he would line up in a small cafe for his daily caffeine fix. He does it because even though his brother had given him a coffee maker, as a housewarming gift, Kyungsoo couldn't be bothered to learn how to make a good cup of coffee. After that, he walks toward his office even if it is 20 minutes away on foot, throwing his empty cup on the same trash can for the past two years. He then ignores most of the shouting and greetings made by his co-workers at Kim Holding Co., and instead goes directly to his rather large cubicle-a perk of being a senior accountant and being on the good side of the VP, Junmyeon. It's not an own office room, but hey, he is placed near the quiet perpetually napping junior and away from the ruckus made by his same-age coworkers. Usually no one comes to bother him, unless it's the said coworkers, Baekhyun and Jongdae. All in all, while Kyungsoo thinks his job is relatively bland and annoying, it still pays high and keeps him fed and busy.

At night, when he gets off work, he speed-walks his way home, cooks a quick dinner and goes on an anime/drama marathon on his bed until he promptly passes out in the midnight. Every waking hour of Kyungsoo's current life has been planned and solidified through ritualistic repetitions that the mere idea of throwing away his free time to do something else is a bit inconceivable. Little did he know that the sale of the apartment across his would affect his life until it falls out of his control.

The first thing Kyungsoo has noticed when he woke up on a Saturday, just a few weeks away from the freezing cold of the holidays, is the godawful racket panging on his ears. The light passing through his parted curtains burns his eyes. His throat feels sore and his stomach is full of acid. Kyungsoo really shouldn't have let himself be pulled into a drunk noraebang session by the twin menace in his office.

Cursing the entire Byun and Kim bloodline, Kyungsoo tries to orient himself towards the bathroom to at least reduce the pounding in his temples. He had kept aspirin there for situations like this, which happens a lot more than Kyungsoo wanted.

What faced him when he stumbles out gracefully of the bathroom, however is not what he expected at all. On the perpetually empty apartment across his, is loads of generic brown boxes. But that's not what is surprising in the situation, it's the man standing amidst all the mess.

When Kyungsoo thought of getting a new neighbor, he imagined an old cat lady. Not this tall person who apparently likes getting shirtless when the biting cold of winter is well within reach. And it's just so unfair how his body is perfectly toned to Kyungsoo's preference: lean and defined well enough for cuts to show. Don't even start him with those large hands, veiny arms and biceps.

The person looks up promptly from inspecting his things and stares straight at Kyungsoo's eyes. And instead of putting on some decent clothes, like any normal person would do, the guy instead smiled widely and waved at him. And someone please help Kyungsoo because the smile, albeit a bit too toothy, is so nice-just like his face and body. Even with ears sticking out weirdly and bug eyes, the man manages to look like all of Kyungsoo's shameful wet dreams rolled in one.

It's no secret that Kyungsoo likes the D. Even if he likes to pretend that he feels nothing; sad, pitiful Kyungsoo is thirsty for dick. And his ex-classmate/tormentor duo, Byun and Kim, reminds him every single day how much of a shameless cumdump he was in college. And because he has left that life far, far away-every day there is a new small bruise hidden under their shirts, courtesy of Kyungsoo’s pin-point accurate pinches and jabs.

Therefore, given his history it came to no surprise to anyone that his body is reacting to the sight at a very alarming manner. And the fact that his dick is so close to showing itself through the thin fabric of his boxers to his new neighbor creeps even Kyungsoo out. So what he does instead, is rush back to the bathroom and let himself be pelted by the freezing water, chanting "I am not a pervert." repeatedly.

Kyungsoo thought that it would be the last dangerous encounter with, as he says in his sleep, his tall, lickable and worshippable (not even real words as the word processor says) neighbor. But even he knows that he is just lying to himself.

"Hello! I'm Chanyeol, the one who moved in the apartment right across yours."

It is way too early (around 7 am) for fate to test Kyungsoo but oh well here it is. The small accountant was just blinking sleepily at the grumpy barista who was making his coffee, when suddenly a deep baritone voice interrupted him. The barista, Tao, just side-eyes the newcomer for being too loud, because he is one of Kyungsoo's favorite people in the world, they both agree that working at 7 am is travesty. Good thing it's still Sunday and he doesn't really need to shit and he could kick back and do an anime marathon.

So Kyungsoo takes cues from the seemingly eternally sleepless glorified coffee maker and just ignores the guy-in favor of staring at him with his jaw slack, that is. The height difference is more pronounced up close and the man seems to be about six-feet-tall, just as gigantic as one of his coworkers, Kris. The smile Chanyeol, as he calls himself, is nicer than what Kyungsoo has conjured in his dreams, albeit slightly toothier than a normal person's. The guy is dressed lazily like Kyungsoo who is wearing his animal print pajamas proudly, but that sort of thing sends idea of lazy domestic morning to Kyungsoo's brain. One where he would wake up laying on the tall man's chest and being peppered by slow sensual kisses. And it's so ridiculously happy that it sends bitter resentment in his gut. TLDR: Kyungsoo needs to find a brain donor, stat.

The tall man seems to get the message of him not responding, like ever, and instead morphs his smile into a more sheepish one. "Can't function without coffee?"

Kyungsoo hastily nods when he hears Zitao clear his throat. The small man grabs at the warm Americano as if he is parched and extremely thirsty and takes a small gulp. He can feel the barista silently judging him but he tries making his friendliest smile, hoping it doesn't come out instead as his patented creepy I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep smile.

"I'm Kyungsoo." His voice squeaks like a damn teenager and he hears a scoff somewhere, so he opts to cut his losses and races his way towards the exit.

"Err. See you soon!" Chanyeol shouts but Kyungsoo is already too far away and too gone to reply.

Kyungsoo's routine during Sundays were clear. Get coffee as soon as he is able to drag his ass off the bed, eat breakfast and spend the whole day staring at his laptop screen, streaming subbed anime illegally. He is currently rewatching seasons of Gintama, when he notices something odd happening in the apartment across him, late in the night. His own lights were close and his screen is dimmed, therefore his tall neighbor might have not seen him, which explains a lot because he is stripping his shirt again. Placed on the formerly empty floor are dumbbells. Kyungsoo doesn't know whether to be thankful or resentful to fate.

He tried his hardest not to stare, he swears by his entire bloodline. But it's just so hard, just like those biceps his neighbor is intently working on-exactly like Kyungsoo's dick.

His boxers are starting to tent and chafe against the head of his member, the friction both sinfully pleasant and irritating. Sweat starts to form throughout his body, feeling uncomfortably hot, and he just wants to take everything off. He pulls down the thick sweatpants takes off the equally annoying sweatshirt. But it just isn't enough.

Before he knows it he already pulled his boxers slightly downward, freeing his erection. His eyes rake over the chiseled half naked form in front of him. Each time Chanyeol flexes his muscles, Kyungsoo feels another wave of heat pulsing through his body. And each time Kyungsoo spots the veins of his neighbor's arm popping out, his throat feels drier and drier.

He tentatively holds his member, pumping it while his thumb plays with the sensitive head. On the building across, his neighbor seems unaware of the dirty deed Kyungsoo is doing-unaware of the dirty intrusive thoughts the small man is having.

"Haa-Chan-yeol"

Kyungsoo traces the strong arms and large hands of the tall man with his eyes, mind reeling with imagined scenarios. Those arms could easily pin Kyungsoo down, force him to just lie down and take his large cock. Better yet, those arms could easily lift him up and press him against the wall, while Chanyeol presses biting kisses on his neck, marking Kyungsoo as he thrusts inside the accountant. And those hands-they could probably reach much further inside his hole, stretching him; teasing him until he begs for Chanyeol's cock.

"Please-please fuck me.”

His hands are pressing insistently against his hole but not entering. He feels his legs spasm at the sheer want and need to reach his climax. Even just like this, his prostate feels milked, sending jolts in his spine.

"I need it-please."

Kyungsoo's breathing starts being labored as he feels the rush of pleasure surge through his body repeatedly. He inevitably closes his eyes just in time for vivid colors to dance behind his eyelids. His back curves upwards as his hips bucks to his hands, his feet curling at the extreme sensation washing over him.

It is only when he opens his eyes and see his neighbor taking to receive a call, smiling widely and so innocently, that the gravity of what he had done dropped on his mind. The feeling of shame, and guilt washed over him. Nobody would want to be creeped on by someone, especially not from him. Kyungsoo figures if Chanyeol had known what he has done, a lawsuit and restraining order would be waiting on his doorsteps soon.

His laptop screen, filled with knowing lewd smiles of Gintoki, Kagura and Shinpachi, makes the situation worse and his self-image take another dive. Even anime characters are judging him.

It took Chanyeol glancing at Kyungsoo's apartment through the glass while talking excitedly on the phone for the small man to stop his broken pride party and start stealthily fixing himself and his bed up. He might as well just try sleeping his shame off, swearing that this travesty would never happen again.

Kyungsoo was not able to sleep, that much is certain even to his annoying ass coworkers. Therefore, everybody cleared out of the way of the grumpy accountant as he stumbles to his cubicle. He had to go to the cafe a little bit earlier than usual to try and avoid his new neighbor in case he also comes, but Tao decided it was too early for do a decent job so he was left drinking what seemed like watered down filth.

And his misfortunes did not end there, because he finds himself, an hour later, in front of a broken printer. Usually he would try and patiently troubleshoot the damn thing, but right now he just wants to pull the whole floor to hell. Those damn irresponsible bastards seem to destroy everything good in the world-

"You know, you should probably just as the IT department for a replacement." Devil #1, also known as Kim Jongdae suggests, pulling him to a noogie. "Instead of stressing about this shit every week. Lighten up Soo."

Obviously the other man has a death wish and Kyungsoo would gladly give it to him. He musters all strength that he could and elbows the devil incarnate in his guts. It was not very effective. Figures dark types like Jongdae wasn't that affected by a normal attack.

"Oh! I know someone from there! He just got the job recently, he's an old pal from my childhood." Devil #2, also known as Byun Baekhyun, was annoyingly loud as always. "I practically recommended him to Junmyeon so he owes me a shit ton of favors."

The obnoxious man made a huge show of pressing number 3 on his speed dial, and talking animatedly on the phone. If he is that relevant to Baekhyun (2 is reserved for his mom, 4 for the shit eating Jongdae and the distant 5 for Kyungsoo himself), the small, well rather, the smallest accountant in the floor isn't exactly sure he would like to meet him. After all, Baekhyun's mom has been a nightmare with all the cheek pinching and oatmeal raisin cookies she sends every month.

"He'll be here in a jiffy, Soo. Remember the guy I always talked about but you never met because you were too busy getting dicked down by several strangers?" Baekhyun's eyes were glinting as he promptly reminded the whole floor of Kyungsoo's wild past. "Well he's that guy."

Kyungsoo doesn't even remember the guy's name or anything about him. Baekhyun had a point, he was too busy trying to get A's while having a very active sex life. So he just waited impatiently in front of the elevator only to have his soul shook the moment he laid his eyes at the new IT guy carrying a rather heavy printer.

That ridiculous height, those adorably sticking ears and slightly creepy yet endearing toothy smile. Not to mention, those biceps. Damn those guns. There's no denying it, even if Kyungsoo desperately wants to. Park Chanyeol now also works in the same building as him. Heavens have mercy on his soul.

"You asked for a replacement?" The new IT guy asks with a disturbingly wide smile. By disturbingly, it means that Kyungsoo felt a slight disturbance in his heart and pants. The short accountant, like the pathetic human being that he is, finds his throat not functioning properly again and opts for rapid, dizzying nods. He swears he hears the tall man mutter "cute" under his breath as he passes by him.

In the end, Kyungsoo just watched like a hawk the entire time Chanyeol was setting up the new printer. But don't be mistaken, his eyes were not focused on whatever the man was doing. Instead it was feasting on Chanyeol's manly arms as he moved things around and finally carried the old printer to be sent for proper repairs.

"I didn't know you work here. Small world huh?" Chanyeol says as he heads back to the elevator.

"Yeah. Small world." Kyungsoo didn't bother to point out that the company was the most decent one in the whole area. Of course anyone who had moved to get a job would have been a new employee in Kim Holdings. Inc. He curses himself for not thinking about it.

"I didn't see you this morning in the cafe, maybe next time? My treat, even with the pastry of your choice." If Kyungsoo's mind was not being delusional or playing tricks with him, the new IT guy looked, hopeful. The small man finds himself agreeing with another croak, and taller man smiles brightly at him before the elevator closed.

"I was here, his childhood friend, who got him this awesome job and apartment, and I was what? Ignored."

"Good job making the whole floor feel like a third wheel Soo! You're growing up so fast!"

He ignores both comments from the boisterous duo. Except for that apartment part, he would have to get answers and revenge. He just feels too light, too afloat to care at the moment. He's sure only the two were making a big deal of the situation.

"Good job scoring a date hyung." His eternally asleep junior/cubicle neighbor, Jongin congratulates him as he sits in his own cubicle. And by lunch time, Junmyeon also says the same as he brings takeout for the whole floor like the kind boss he is.

Apparently everyone is making a big deal out of it. Fuck his life.

After that event, Kyungsoo swore to never open his curtains. He tolerates the black sludge Tao calls coffee early in the morning. He also started disappearing whenever the IT guys were called in their floor. And he's having great success so far in leading a Chanyeol-free life.

Until his mom came two weeks later for an impromptu visit and finds 99% of his clothes sent to laundry service along with his final defense against the apartment across his own, the thick, admittedly dusty, drapes.

At first he tried his best not to panic and instead went with his weeknight habit of reading novels with only a desk lamp on. But then his neighbor decided to strip again. At this point Kyungsoo is thinking Chanyeol is a subtle exhibitionist. But it seemed that today's agenda was not his neighbor's arms, but rather his torso. The tall man pulled a stand with a horizontal bar placed even higher than himself. And then he grabbed it with two hands, and started doing pull ups facing his window and Kyungsoo who was busy staring.

Kyungsoo didn't even think of doing anything else and immediately closed his lamp and stuck his hands in his pants in a small fit of impulse. His cock was hardening in record time, even with minimal motion. His eyes are locked on the pectoral and abdominal area of his hot neighborhood. It was well defined and god, if Kyungsoo didn't want to just run his tongue all over that body.

He closes his eyes briefly, to imagine the slightly salty taste of Chanyeol's skin. As soon as he opens his eyes, he decides to rip off all of his remaining clothing, his eyes never leaving the other man who looks a little smug.

‘He doesn't know, right?’ That's what Kyungsoo's head decided repeat each second. He has no source of light in his room so he wouldn't really be seen. But before he could ponder upon the question of being discovered, Chanyeol decides the torture Kyungsoo is being dealt with is not enough yet. He started adding small bucks of his hips upward each time he pulls himself up.

The motion catches Kyungsoo's attention and made his hole feel desperately empty. The need to be filled up, to be stretched and have his prostate abused made the small man grab at his rather large bottle of lube. He eases two fingers in immediately, legs spread wide as if presenting himself to his neighbor. The burn of being entered by two fingers stings a little, but Kyungsoo loves it. He loves the feeling of getting stretched, the feeling of the slide against his sphincter.

"Please, harder Yeol."

Chanyeol has big hands, big arms and big ears-Kyungsoo couldn't help wonder if he also has a big dick. The small man moans at the thought of getting stretched and being full, he times his fingers in sync with the seemingly hip thrusts the other man does.

On the other apartment, the tall man looked very pleased-eyes glinting and lips curled in a half-grin half smirk. And it's so fucking sexy, Kyungsoo felt his dick throb with need. It was like Chanyeol was being pleased by how obedient and submissive Kyungsoo is right now.

"That's right Soo. Show me how you please yourself." He imagines the lyric baritone voice of the taller man laced with confidence and dominance.

Precum starts dripping down his slit as he makes his hand motion more erratic and rapid, eager to reach release - still perfectly timed with the thrusts of the now panting Chanyeol.

He's so close. So, so close-

"Cum." He reads from the lips of Chanyeol, and that's all it took for him to burst. A scream of the other's name rips from his throat as he feels all his energy dissipate. His limbs felt heavy as soon as the adrenaline in his system was gone. His eyelids dropped slowly transferring into a pitch black world. He didn't even have the chance to clean himself.

The morning after, when he was done cleaning and sanitizing everything, including himself. He immediately trotted to the laundry service, to get his shield back. The foolishness needs to stop, and no lousy laundry delivery service will prevent that.

What he didn't expect is seeing Park Chanyeol at the same place, wearing sweatpants and a worn out extremely tight and form fitting white shirt. Kyungsoo tries his best not to stare at the chest and abdomen of the man that gave him a hard time yesterday. He fails miserably of course. He can still see the quite impressive muscle definition, the ridges and the bumps.

"Picking up laundry?" Chanyeol asks, as if he isn't wearing a ridiculous outfit that must be two times smaller than his proper size.

It took a good amount of effort for Kyungsoo to place his gaze on the equally attractive face of his neighbor. "Y-Yes. You?"

"As you can see, I'm already out of clothes. I’m retrieving the one I sent few days ago and sending the rest of my dirty clothes." He is wearing an almost sheepish grin, but the overall confident demeanor of the man shows he knows how hot also looked.

When his large bag of folded clothes, curtains and bedsheets was handed to him, he tried to immediately bolt away. Chanyeol had a different plan for him however.

"Wait!" The man exclaims, and Kyungsoo, stupid Kyungsoo actually felt compelled to do so. "So that date, that's still on right?"

All molecules in Kyungsoo's body wanted to jump into the arms of the tall male and scream yes, but he managed to actually compose himself. Truly a miracle of the year. He nods instead.

"Great! Tomorrow at 7pm, in that newly opened fancy restaurant beside the cafe?"

Tomorrow? Tomorrow was too early. Trepidation builds up in his mind. He had a date in years. What if he fucked it up?

This time he bolts without answering.

How he ended up here, dressed in his fanciest and admittedly sexiest dress shirt and pants, sitting across Chanyeol in the fancy restaurant at 7pm sharp, is beyond him. He received a text from Baekhyun early in the morning that Chanyeol would still be waiting in the restaurant on the same night. After a solid hour of lecturing, guilt tripping, berating, cursing and yelling, the demon spawn finally manipulated him into showing up.

"You look good." The same deep voice that was haunting him for weeks says as soon as he reached the venue. And when he turns around to face the tall man, Kyungsoo felt his world shook. It seemed a good suit, made the man infinitely more attractive. All Kyungsoo wanted to do there is to drop on his knees and worship his neighbor.

"You too." He replies, trying to channel the buried Kyungsoo of his college days-as Baekhyun recommended. Chanyeol is already interested, he only needs a small push to be invested.

He purposely rakes his eyes over the body of his date, subtly swiping his tongue across his bottom lip-letting him focus on his kohl lined wide eyes and plump lips. After he was done, he puts on his best innocent face again. "Shall we go?"

But it seemed like Chanyeol is pretty good at doing the same thing. He assisted Kyungsoo in his seat, and kept a respectful distance all the while sending Kyungsoo meaningful looks.

"So, how do you like it done?" Chanyeol asks as they pondered upon ordering steak. An innocent question, but his eyes says otherwise.

"Medium rare." Kyungsoo replies, trying his best not to think what tall male was implying.

"Yeah, well-done is maybe too hard to chew. And rare is too fast to be served. I like to have the meat take it slow on grill. Medium rare is the best, steaks should be savored until the end, don't you agree?"

The thought of Chanyeol taking it slow, thrusting in him in deep long strokes filled his head. It made his already tight slacks unfairly tighter.

"Yeah. I agree, if I could I'll eat it all night long-in several rounds of course. I don't think my stomach can do it continuously, nowadays. When I was younger and still growing, maybe." Kyungsoo decides to fight fire with fire. And by the way his date's eyes darkened, it was working.

"I'm sure you could still do it given the right motivation." Chanyeol says, not bothering to hide his smirk. "Maybe we should try it one day? Unlimited meat, is there such an offer?"

"We'll see."

Their conversation escalated, and while nice in general-Kyungsoo learned a lot of information about the tall man, like how he sleeps with a teddy bear at his side, or how similar their college lifestyle and taste in music is, but it left his dick pulsing in his pants.

He subtly tried to palm it and adjust it to a more comfortable position. But the tight slacks he was wearing offered no reprieve at all. Throughout the night, his heart had been picking up, not just at the dirty comments but the endearing things and honest compliments Chanyeol was saying. By the end of the date, Kyungsoo knew he was in too deep.

"So, I'll see you at work?" Their bodies were too close, and while he is the one saying goodbye Chanyeol didn't seem eager to go. Cornered against the doorway, with the tall man's body looming over him, subtly pressing against his thighs, Kyungsoo felt his knees buckle slightly.

"We'll see, big boy." He replies as steady as he can, turning the doorknob immediately, giving Chanyeol a tiny smirk before closing the door. Now that the date is done, the need within Kyungsoo surged back more powerful than before. He kicks off his slacks, loosens his ties and jumped on the bed. Fuck morals, his neighbor had been intentionally teasing him the whole night.

"Nnnfh damn teasing giant-" His fingers are already insistently pressing against his hole, slick with the lube from his nightstand. His cock is being stroked lazily by his non-dominant hand while he has his eyes closed-trying to remember all the details and said words during the dinner.

"You liked it though. Evidently, " an amused familiar voice says. Kyungsoo cracks his eyes open in shock, and saw Chanyeol leaning against his door. "You forgot to lock the door in your haste. I came inside to tell you but what I saw is infinitely better."

He walked towards the frozen man, and draped his body on top of Kyungsoo, leaning his face towards the accountant's reddening ears.

"You're so impatient, Soo. Couldn't wait to watch me across the window?"

Air is knocked out of his lungs at the words. He suddenly felt like choking in shame. He wanted to bury himself under the building and be done with it.

"I'm so-"

"You looked so hot, Soo. You don't know how much it pleased me seeing you like that." Chanyeol nips on Kyungsoo's earlobe. One of his hand taking over the task of pumping the small man's cock. The feeling of Chanyeol's bigger and rougher hands is enough to make him arch his back and mewl for more. "How much I loved to see you hot and bothered. All just for me."

"Yeol-"

"We've been playing this game for a long time now, Soo. Let's see if we can make it last more. Take your clothes off."

Kyungsoo immediately obeys as soon as Chanyeol stood back up again, watching him like a predator. He kicked off his boxers that were stuck on his legs, threw the irritating tie on some corner and hastily unbuttoned his shirt.

"Good boy. Now it's my turn."

Watching Chanyeol strip fast from his own apartment is different from watching him do it teasingly slow up close-that much is certain to Kyungsoo's eyes. The shoes and socks were the first to go, obviously. But the man made a show in removing his shirt and tie. And it's not entirely sexy, but also kind of endearing with the small mishaps and pauses. But that is apparently only where the show ends because he calls on Kyungsoo as soon as he is done, pants still intact.

"Scoot closer baby and get on the floor." The accountant followed until he is faced with the clothed crotch of the tall man. "You have no idea what I want to do with that lips of yours. Do you want to taste me, Soo?"

"I want it." Kyungsoo isn't even lying or just playing along. The thought of sucking Chanyeol's dick made his own pulse, and his mouth water. If Chanyeol had big ears, big arms and big hands. Maybe he had a big cock too. "Will you please come in my throat?"

He didn't wait for an answer and instead zipped down the tall man's cock eagerly. The rapidly growing shaft was being concealed by tight SpongeBob boxer shorts. "Really?"

"Shut up. It's cute." Chanyeol flusters slightly.

"I never said it wasn't." Kyungsoo laps his tongue on the forming wet spot on the fabric and all replies by Chanyeol is gone. The taste was something he hadn't had for a long time, and it sent his stomach reeling. The mild mix of salty, bitter and sweet swirled on his taste buds. The musky, heady scent did nothing but add more to the experience. "You taste so good."

"Then take it all in your mouth, baby." Chanyeol's voice was deep, raspy and strained. "Can you do that, little Soo?"

And let it never be said that Do Kyungsoo backs down from challenges.

It took him quite some time to fit the enlarged head through his protesting throat muscles; and a lot of self-control to avoid just sucking on and savoring the weeping shaft with his tongue. His nose is buried just a few millimeters above the neatly trimmed pubic hair, his eyes are watering from the discomfort as he looked at his date. Chanyeol's hand couldn't find anything to hold on the short man's hair so he settled on Kyungsoo's nape instead. "You take me so well baby."

He pushes his hips forward, admiring how Kyungsoo's lips looked stretched around his thick member, how his cock is bulging from the short man's throat, how hot and tight it feels. The accountant's eyes are big and pleading, and his own member still stiff, as he tried to subtly put pressure on it with his palm. This is definitely going to be burned in Chanyeol's brain for a long while. "I'm wondering. Can you cum baby, with just this?"

The short man gives an almost imperceptible nod. "Good."

Chanyeol thrusts his member through the protesting throat, incessantly-his rhythm erratic as he feels his climax approaching. Tears starts to drip down on the small man's face at the discomfort. Even then, however his own cock was throbbing also nearing its release. "You're so good to me, Soo. Take all of this, baby."

He pulls out and comes with a groan, sputtering his cum on Kyungsoo's face before painting Kyungsoo's lips and waiting tongue with another volley. On the dark carpet, Kyungsoo's own fluids pooled into white spots. "You look so good, little Soo. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did, Yeol." The small man's voice was rough and wrecked, and Chanyeol likes it if his lust filled gaze was any indication.

"You did well. Don't you want a reward?" Kyungsoo nods in reply to the question. "Get on all fours on the bed for me baby."

When Chanyeol had said reward, Kyungsoo totally expected this-his date's tongue probing his ass along with flavor-slicked fingers. It didn't mean he was prepared for it though. Chanyeol's bony long fingers seem to hit all the right spots inside his ass, unlike his own stubby thick ones, while his tongue provides a nice pressure in his rim-occasionally breaching. The combination felt heavenly, leaving Kyungsoo panting and boneless on the bed. And he wants more of it, even just a few moments after his second orgasm, but Chanyeol seems to have a different idea. "Good boy. Ready for the third part?"

He picks Kyungsoo up easily and pins him against the frosty glass where he peeks on Chanyeol. "Do you know how hot you looked on your bed, jerking off because of me? All I wanted was to jump through this glass and have my way with you."

The admission of watching Kyungsoo doing his shameful night session, and wanting to join him in bed sent stirs up the small man's cock again. "Yeol-please."

"You could be seen by anyone Soo. You put up a show. I heard some of my neighbors gossiping about getting off on your jerk off sessions. Do you know how much I wanted to take you right here, on this windowsill-to show the fuckers that you are mine, and it is my name you were screaming all along?"

At this point, Kyungsoo had started leaking again. "Please Yeol. Just-"

"I won't do it yet. I want to hear you beg for me baby." Chanyeol's smile can only be described as cruel, but it's his eyes that look positively smitten that made Kyungsoo of obey.

"Please. Yeol. Fuck me. I want you inside me." There was no movement on the tall man's part so Kyungsoo barreled on. "Show them that I'm yours, please. Make me yours Yeol."

"Gladly." His thick girth stretched Kyungsoo's hole, and it burns so much, but the small man loves it. The mere sensation of something sliding against his sphincter gives him a small jolt of euphoria. "Fuck, you're so tight baby."

Chanyeol angles his thrust upwards brushing Kyungsoo's prostrate, drawing a hitch of breath and a mewl from the accountant. It continues for a while, Chanyeol's cock narrowly brushing against his sweet spot and Kyungsoo is getting more and more frustrated. He opens his eyes and sees the shit eating grin on the tall man's face.

If he wasn't doing a proper job, then he might need to take over. Instead of obviously begging Chanyeol to please, please just milk his prostate, he instead moves his hips to meet Chanyeol's thrusts better. Sparks of white flew under his eyed and his jaw fell open, a raw moan echoing in his apartment.

"There, fuck. Drill into me Yeol." Kyungsoo tightens his hole slightly and bares his neck to Chanyeol. "I love your cock. I feel so full."

The tall man responds by going faster and deeper, burying his mouth on Kyungsoo's neck to mark and nip it more.  The strain of holding Kyungsoo up for so long is starting to trickle in his body, so he starts aiming his thrusts better, intent in making Kyungsoo cum soon. The broken sighs and squeaky hitches of breath coming out of Kyungsoo fuels his lust further.

"C-close." Kyungsoo feels his gut tighten as one final thrust pushed him to his high. His body arched against Chanyeol's body and his pinned arms go free and wraps around Chanyeol's chest. He feels the cock inside him pulse as it ejected hot semen in his ass.

"Best sex in a long time?" Chanyeol asks after he caught his breath.

Kyungsoo smiles dopily, "Definitely."

After they cleaned their mess up, Kyungsoo finds himself clinging onto Chanyeol's chest while they lay on his bed. The tall man feels comfortably warm, even with the winter coming soon

"Baekhyun used to show me pictures of you, back in college." Chanyeol says. "I remember feeling gob-smacked before, because you looked adorable in the pictures even if the stories he told me were anything but adorable."

Kyungsoo faintly remembers Baekhyun showing him stuff about his childhood friend but Kyungsoo tunes out everything his annoying friend says, even in the present. It made Kyungsoo somewhat guilty. "I don't remember-"

"Oh don't worry, I know you don't really listen to Baekhyun. Almost no one does. He did show you my pictures but all you said was apparently, ‘he's hot' or something. It's fine, I honestly thought we wouldn't meet anyway."

Baekhyun explained in an earlier chat that he remembered the perpetually empty apartment across Kyungsoo's and offered it to Chanyeol who got a new job in Kim Holdings.

"I was really surprised when I saw you, I legit stared for quite a while. Even more when I noticed you can't keep my eyes off me either."

Apparently, Chanyeol talks quite a lot but Kyungsoo doesn't mind. His voice was steady and low, lulling Kyungsoo to sleep-using Chanyeol's hard chest as a pillow.

"Sleep well, Soo."

The last conscious thoughts that ran in his mind is how nicely he fits against Chanyeol even if the tall man ruined the peace and order of his life; that he needs to cover up his window for privacy sake, and to send a box of chocolate to an annoying coworker who obviously had set this all up.

Yeah. Having Chanyeol in his bed routinely is worth the smug looks he'll get from Baekhyun.

✩*⋆ ⍋*☪⋆⍋⋆*✩ Happy Chansoo Holidays ✩*⋆ ⍋*☪⋆⍋⋆*✩