Tug Me Along
Tug Me Along | theblobmaster | NC-17 | ChanLay | pwp, dirty talking, rimming, bareback | 2.574 w
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ChanYeol envied dancers and their fluidity, the way their body just moved. It was hard to put in words exactly what it was that made it all so fascinating to watch. Some days ChanYeol found himself focusing on the bigger picture, the picture they painted with their bodies. Other times he was solely looking at their arms, their legs, their torsos, their backs as the muscles flex and strain and relax every time a new move was executed.
His slight addiction to watching the dance academy’s star troupe practice had started entirely innocent. He had accompanied his roommate to one of his practices out of boredom. The song he was working on just wouldn’t finish itself and his brain felt fried trying to come up with what it was that it missed so when JongIn was slipping into his shoes he asked if he could come.
It was the first time he had ever even showed slight interest in JongIn’s slightly-more-than-a hobby, so it was with bewilderment the younger led him down the busy street to the dance studio not far away.
He hadn’t expected the grace he would be met by, he hadn’t foreseen how a certain Chinese dancer would captivate him and enchant him with sinfully moving hips and a fierce gaze.
Yixing was everything that ChanYeol never expected to see and yet everything he felt like he needed to see.
The room vibrates with the bass of the music as the troupe dances to their hearts content while ChanYeol sat on the bench located right beside the door. They rarely paid him any attention and this day it wasn’t any different, all of them focused on the reflection of their movements in the mirror. Eyes sharpened to look for any kind of mistake. Not that there were any mostly but the captain of the club was hard to please, a perfectionist to the core. ChanYeol would know; he lived with him.
With a twirl from JongIn the routine ends and they all calls for a break, scattering all over the room’s floor like corpses on a battle ground. Their chests heaving as they try to catch their breaths while drowning bottles of water. ChanYeol is scribbling like mad in the little notebook he brings every time, bunched over his lap as his hand tries to write faster than possible. He’s so engrossed in what he’s writing that he doesn’t notice someone placing themself beside him on the bench, trying to peer over his shoulder at what he’s writing.
“What is it you’re always writing when we have breaks?” A soft voice asks right beside his ear and ChanYeol starts, jumping in his seat a hand pressing against his chest in shock. Yixing is looking at him with curious eyes and his hearts skips another beat just for the heck of it. The older is basically pressed into his side, how did he not notice? Yixing pokes him when he gets no answer, eyeing the hurried and barely readable hangul on the page as if the longer he stares the more they might start making sense.
“Is it song lyrics?” He tries again and ChanYeol snaps out of it when he sees a finger tracing the last line on the page. “Uhm- yeah, kind of.” With a sheepish smile ChanYeol closes the notebook and all but bolts out of the studio.
Only in the safety of his own room ChanYeol begins to calm down, his heart still trying to jump out of his throat. That had been close. Too close. If Yixing had just been a bit better at reading the Korean letters ChanYeol would have had a lot of explaining to do.
After that first time he joined JongIn to practice his creativity flow had started again, but it was mostly 19+ rated lyrics about a certain blonde Chinese dancer and that blonde Chinese dancer almost saw them. He had to be more aware while writing in the breaks from now on.
Almost too quickly a week had passed and JongIn is now standing looking impatiently down at ChanYeol. “What?” He asks as if he had forgotten it was Thursday and Thursday meant going to watch the troupe practice. “You know what, get your ass off the couch and put on some shoes. Yixing has been asking worriedly about you all week. It’s annoying.” JongIn huffs and hauls ChanYeol off the couch, pushing him towards the hallway when the other doesn’t move further.
“What if I don’t want to go?” JongIn merely scoffs at his attempt at defiance and slaps him upside down on the back of his head. “Hey! I’m your elder, treat me with respect.” He receives another slap and then JongIn is pulling him out the door, not caring his shoes aren’t on properly.
The first thing ChanYeol sees when he enters the practice room is Yixing beaming at him, dimple mocking his weak heart, clearly relieved at seeing him. Opening his mouth as he walks towards ChanYeol but then JongIn is barking out orders to get in formation and he turns around standing in place.
ChanYeol places himself on his usual bench and with every beat of the song his body relaxes and his eyes fixes onto Yixing. Traces the lines of his muscles moving, sees the sweat rolling down the sinfully moving body, letting the sight of clothes steadily clinging to the body with an almost masochistic concentration, having to force his libido down so no one will notice the effect it has on him. It’s hard though, when Yixing catches his eyes through the mirror steadfastly keeping them locked as he rolls his body before sliding to the floor on his knees grinding down. A small smirk appears on his face when he sees ChanYeol gulp down nervously.
Just as the music stops ChanYeol is on his legs heading for the bathroom to catch his breath. Yixing had kept his eyes on him until the end constantly teasing him with unnecessary rolls and hips thrusts that wasn’t in the choreography but fitted in well enough for JongIn not to stop it.
He might just have found out what those words meant if the sudden teasing was anything to go by.
It’s JongIn’s voice that calls for him that makes ChanYeol unlock the door to the bathroom stall he’s been hiding in afraid of getting an erection just looking at Yixing. He peeks out from a slight crack before trying as casually as possible to work over to an annoyed looking JongIn.
“What’s up?” JongIn just points towards a dazed Yixing sitting where ChanYeol had sat before. “Take him home and fuck him or something. It’s the last time I’m letting him seduce you in practice. I’m sick of you both pining after each other without doing anything about it.” With a push he makes ChanYeol stumble towards Yixing that snaps out of his trance to stare at ChanYeol.
“Uhm. So, uh, do you want to get out of here?” He croaks when Yixing just stares at him with a blank face. “JongIn’s letting you off early, I think?” He adds as an afterthought. “Oh my fucking God. Fuck out of my studio both of you.” JongIn yells impatiently while the rest of the troupe sniggers at ChanYeol’s lost expression, but Yixing reacts at JongIn’s order and grabs ChanYeol’s wrist pulling him out after him.
The walk is quiet, Yixing still has a tight grip on his wrist but he hasn’t looked at ChanYeol since they were in the practice room and it makes ChanYeol confused. His eyes constantly seeks out where Yixing’s small fingers is wrapped around his wrist tugging him along and he barely manages to not stumble over his own legs at the pace the smaller man is walking in. Their surroundings are blurring and ChanYeol barely knows where he is. Wait. He doesn’t know where they are. He looks around and nothing is familiar, all unfamiliar houses and buildings but Yixing is still tugging him along with sure steps and eyes locked ahead.
The building Yixing pulls him into is tall and beat down looking. The elevators are on the level so Yixing yanks him in and pushes the 9th level button. With every level they pass ChanYeol heart goes more frantic, his palms more sweaty and his head more dizzy. When the ding announces their arrival at the floor, a breath gets stuck in his throat and he feels himself choking up. He almost blacks out waiting for Yixing to open the door and lets himself be jerked into the small hallway where a smaller body immediately pins him to the door.
The force of Yixing’s lips on his makes his head collide with the door behind him painfully. It’s desperate the way Yixing’s lips presses against his, as if he’s waited far too long for this. Hands are fisted in the thin material of his shirt making him bend oddly. Carefully his own hands find a place on Yixing’s hips grabbing on tightly to keep from stumbling over.
Teeth bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood and ChanYeol mouth opens in a pained groan. There’s a tongue surging in to curl around his own instantly, it licks along the rim of his teeth as the hands comes up to tangle in his hair. Yixing begins to back up towards the rest of the apartment, making sure not to let ChanYeol’s lips go he leads them to the couch and pushes ChanYeol down.
He hadn’t really thought Yixing would be so aggressive, but god was it a turn on being manhandled by him. There goes a shiver through ChanYeol’s body at how Yixing is looking at him, shamelessly eating him up with his eyes. ChanYeol opens his mouth to say something, anything but then Yixing is in his lap and his lips presses insistently against his, tongue licking his mouth open again and he sucks in Yixing’s tongue.
Too much clothe rings in his head when his hands start to wander. Difficultly he breaks their kiss and gasp out a, “Clothes off. Need them off.” against Yixing’s chin. With a push both of them is on their feet tugging off their clothes as quick as possible. As soon as they’re both naked Yixing pushes him down again straddling his lap, licking at his throat. It’s getting increasingly harder to catch his breath, his erection straining between them while Yixing sucks marks onto his jaw and throat. A roll down and he’s arching, a stuttered groan leaving his lips.
“Oh fuck.” Yixing rolls his hips again and this time ChanYeol’s hands gets a hold of his ass pulling closer as he grinds up letting their cocks slide together. The skin on skin friction is maddening and wow, why had he not made his move earlier? So lost in the amazing glide between them he gets startled when Yixing suddenly pulls away. Bewildered his body follows unconsciously.
“Wha-”
“Turn around.” The usually relatively light voice is raspy and hoarse with lust and ChanYeol can’t help the small whimper he lets out at the sound of it. “Hands on the backrest.” Eagerly ChanYeol gets on his knees and grabs onto the backrest. Lips are on the back of his neck trailing soft kisses down his spine stopping to bite lightly at left cheek. “It should be fucking illegal for you to wear skinny jeans.” Yixing growls against it before biting down once more, this time even harder and ChanYeol’s back arches in pleasure. Fuck if Yixing growling wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Calloused hands grabs onto a cheek each squeezing and spreading them in a periodical way. When a tongue suddenly laps at his hole ChanYeol chokes on his spit.
The warmth and slickness makes ChanYeol buck his hips back, pushing against the prodding tongue. “Argh- please, oh fuck. Please.” He can’t take it anymore. Fuck it, he needs Yixing right now. His cock is so hard it hurts and if Yixing doesn’t start to fuck him soon enough he’ll fuck himself on Yixing’s cock.
It seems like Yixing gets what he’s trying to get him to do and pulls away. “You want me to fuck you?” How is he still out of breath? “Please.” He hiccups. “Please, I want it so bad.” A slap lands on his left ass cheek before the hand is grabbing it roughly. “Want me to fuck this tight little ass.” He raises it a bit, sticking it out as if trying to convey how much he wants it.
He hears Yixing spit and feels it drop down onto his crack and then a finger is pressing in. Another drop of salvia and a second finger joins the first. Crooking and scissoring, stretching him as he tries to keep from collapsing. He rolls his hips down trying to get those fingers deeper, get them to hit that spot that they constantly just tease with brushes against.
Yixing spits again and then something bigger than the fingers are pressing into him, stretching him oh so good. “Fuck.” Yixing groans into his neck, leaning over his back, pressing kisses into his shoulder, waiting for him to adjust. With a small push back he gasps as Yixing’s hands tightens on his hips and the older pulls back only to slam right back in. It hard from the get go, and when Yixing finds his prostate he angles every thrust to hit it as hard as possible.
His arms collapses and ChanYeol finds himself biting the backrest, trying not to scream with how hard Yixing was pressing into him, fucking him hard and furiously. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this.” Yixing pants out, not actually asking just stating it. “Fuck your tight little ass until you can’t walk.” Broken moans keeps spilling over ChanYeol’s lips and desperately for release his hand reaches down to tug himself to completion. A hand grabs his hair and pulls him upright so his back is leaning against Yixing’s chest making the cock fucking him earnestly slide in even further.
“Want you to come for me.” Yixing whispers in his ear as his hand replaces ChanYeol’s own setting a slower pace than his thrusting, thump circling the tip sliding through the precome that had gathered there and just like that ChanYeol’s coming in long streaks up his own chest.
Yixing pulls out and with the one hand that’s not holding ChanYeol up he jerks himself off hurriedly, coming over ChanYeol’s backside in spurts.
“This better not be the last time this happens.” ChanYeol mutters when he finally finds his voice again. It cracks a bit and goes even lower than the usual. An airy laugh hits his neck as Yixing nuzzles his face into it. “It won’t.” He promises with a kiss to the knob of his spine and ChanYeol sags in relief, until he realizes something.
“For fuck sake, you took me bare backed. I’m killing you if you have STDs.” He curses and Yixing just laughs again before reassuring that he has no such thing and pulls away from ChanYeol. With a tug on his wrist Yixing is pulling him to the showers and ChanYeol smiles at the way Yixing’s fingers just barely reaches all the way around his wrist. It’s as if they’re made for pulling him around, something he doesn’t mind. Not at all.
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ChanYeol envied dancers and their fluidity, the way their body just moved. It was hard to put in words exactly what it was that made it all so fascinating to watch. Some days ChanYeol found himself focusing on the bigger picture, the picture they painted with their bodies. Other times he was solely looking at their arms, their legs, their torsos, their backs as the muscles flex and strain and relax every time a new move was executed.
His slight addiction to watching the dance academy’s star troupe practice had started entirely innocent. He had accompanied his roommate to one of his practices out of boredom. The song he was working on just wouldn’t finish itself and his brain felt fried trying to come up with what it was that it missed so when JongIn was slipping into his shoes he asked if he could come.
It was the first time he had ever even showed slight interest in JongIn’s slightly-more-than-a hobby, so it was with bewilderment the younger led him down the busy street to the dance studio not far away.
He hadn’t expected the grace he would be met by, he hadn’t foreseen how a certain Chinese dancer would captivate him and enchant him with sinfully moving hips and a fierce gaze.
Yixing was everything that ChanYeol never expected to see and yet everything he felt like he needed to see.
The room vibrates with the bass of the music as the troupe dances to their hearts content while ChanYeol sat on the bench located right beside the door. They rarely paid him any attention and this day it wasn’t any different, all of them focused on the reflection of their movements in the mirror. Eyes sharpened to look for any kind of mistake. Not that there were any mostly but the captain of the club was hard to please, a perfectionist to the core. ChanYeol would know; he lived with him.
With a twirl from JongIn the routine ends and they all calls for a break, scattering all over the room’s floor like corpses on a battle ground. Their chests heaving as they try to catch their breaths while drowning bottles of water. ChanYeol is scribbling like mad in the little notebook he brings every time, bunched over his lap as his hand tries to write faster than possible. He’s so engrossed in what he’s writing that he doesn’t notice someone placing themself beside him on the bench, trying to peer over his shoulder at what he’s writing.
“What is it you’re always writing when we have breaks?” A soft voice asks right beside his ear and ChanYeol starts, jumping in his seat a hand pressing against his chest in shock. Yixing is looking at him with curious eyes and his hearts skips another beat just for the heck of it. The older is basically pressed into his side, how did he not notice? Yixing pokes him when he gets no answer, eyeing the hurried and barely readable hangul on the page as if the longer he stares the more they might start making sense.
“Is it song lyrics?” He tries again and ChanYeol snaps out of it when he sees a finger tracing the last line on the page. “Uhm- yeah, kind of.” With a sheepish smile ChanYeol closes the notebook and all but bolts out of the studio.
Only in the safety of his own room ChanYeol begins to calm down, his heart still trying to jump out of his throat. That had been close. Too close. If Yixing had just been a bit better at reading the Korean letters ChanYeol would have had a lot of explaining to do.
After that first time he joined JongIn to practice his creativity flow had started again, but it was mostly 19+ rated lyrics about a certain blonde Chinese dancer and that blonde Chinese dancer almost saw them. He had to be more aware while writing in the breaks from now on.
Almost too quickly a week had passed and JongIn is now standing looking impatiently down at ChanYeol. “What?” He asks as if he had forgotten it was Thursday and Thursday meant going to watch the troupe practice. “You know what, get your ass off the couch and put on some shoes. Yixing has been asking worriedly about you all week. It’s annoying.” JongIn huffs and hauls ChanYeol off the couch, pushing him towards the hallway when the other doesn’t move further.
“What if I don’t want to go?” JongIn merely scoffs at his attempt at defiance and slaps him upside down on the back of his head. “Hey! I’m your elder, treat me with respect.” He receives another slap and then JongIn is pulling him out the door, not caring his shoes aren’t on properly.
The first thing ChanYeol sees when he enters the practice room is Yixing beaming at him, dimple mocking his weak heart, clearly relieved at seeing him. Opening his mouth as he walks towards ChanYeol but then JongIn is barking out orders to get in formation and he turns around standing in place.
ChanYeol places himself on his usual bench and with every beat of the song his body relaxes and his eyes fixes onto Yixing. Traces the lines of his muscles moving, sees the sweat rolling down the sinfully moving body, letting the sight of clothes steadily clinging to the body with an almost masochistic concentration, having to force his libido down so no one will notice the effect it has on him. It’s hard though, when Yixing catches his eyes through the mirror steadfastly keeping them locked as he rolls his body before sliding to the floor on his knees grinding down. A small smirk appears on his face when he sees ChanYeol gulp down nervously.
Just as the music stops ChanYeol is on his legs heading for the bathroom to catch his breath. Yixing had kept his eyes on him until the end constantly teasing him with unnecessary rolls and hips thrusts that wasn’t in the choreography but fitted in well enough for JongIn not to stop it.
He might just have found out what those words meant if the sudden teasing was anything to go by.
It’s JongIn’s voice that calls for him that makes ChanYeol unlock the door to the bathroom stall he’s been hiding in afraid of getting an erection just looking at Yixing. He peeks out from a slight crack before trying as casually as possible to work over to an annoyed looking JongIn.
“What’s up?” JongIn just points towards a dazed Yixing sitting where ChanYeol had sat before. “Take him home and fuck him or something. It’s the last time I’m letting him seduce you in practice. I’m sick of you both pining after each other without doing anything about it.” With a push he makes ChanYeol stumble towards Yixing that snaps out of his trance to stare at ChanYeol.
“Uhm. So, uh, do you want to get out of here?” He croaks when Yixing just stares at him with a blank face. “JongIn’s letting you off early, I think?” He adds as an afterthought. “Oh my fucking God. Fuck out of my studio both of you.” JongIn yells impatiently while the rest of the troupe sniggers at ChanYeol’s lost expression, but Yixing reacts at JongIn’s order and grabs ChanYeol’s wrist pulling him out after him.
The walk is quiet, Yixing still has a tight grip on his wrist but he hasn’t looked at ChanYeol since they were in the practice room and it makes ChanYeol confused. His eyes constantly seeks out where Yixing’s small fingers is wrapped around his wrist tugging him along and he barely manages to not stumble over his own legs at the pace the smaller man is walking in. Their surroundings are blurring and ChanYeol barely knows where he is. Wait. He doesn’t know where they are. He looks around and nothing is familiar, all unfamiliar houses and buildings but Yixing is still tugging him along with sure steps and eyes locked ahead.
The building Yixing pulls him into is tall and beat down looking. The elevators are on the level so Yixing yanks him in and pushes the 9th level button. With every level they pass ChanYeol heart goes more frantic, his palms more sweaty and his head more dizzy. When the ding announces their arrival at the floor, a breath gets stuck in his throat and he feels himself choking up. He almost blacks out waiting for Yixing to open the door and lets himself be jerked into the small hallway where a smaller body immediately pins him to the door.
The force of Yixing’s lips on his makes his head collide with the door behind him painfully. It’s desperate the way Yixing’s lips presses against his, as if he’s waited far too long for this. Hands are fisted in the thin material of his shirt making him bend oddly. Carefully his own hands find a place on Yixing’s hips grabbing on tightly to keep from stumbling over.
Teeth bites down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood and ChanYeol mouth opens in a pained groan. There’s a tongue surging in to curl around his own instantly, it licks along the rim of his teeth as the hands comes up to tangle in his hair. Yixing begins to back up towards the rest of the apartment, making sure not to let ChanYeol’s lips go he leads them to the couch and pushes ChanYeol down.
He hadn’t really thought Yixing would be so aggressive, but god was it a turn on being manhandled by him. There goes a shiver through ChanYeol’s body at how Yixing is looking at him, shamelessly eating him up with his eyes. ChanYeol opens his mouth to say something, anything but then Yixing is in his lap and his lips presses insistently against his, tongue licking his mouth open again and he sucks in Yixing’s tongue.
Too much clothe rings in his head when his hands start to wander. Difficultly he breaks their kiss and gasp out a, “Clothes off. Need them off.” against Yixing’s chin. With a push both of them is on their feet tugging off their clothes as quick as possible. As soon as they’re both naked Yixing pushes him down again straddling his lap, licking at his throat. It’s getting increasingly harder to catch his breath, his erection straining between them while Yixing sucks marks onto his jaw and throat. A roll down and he’s arching, a stuttered groan leaving his lips.
“Oh fuck.” Yixing rolls his hips again and this time ChanYeol’s hands gets a hold of his ass pulling closer as he grinds up letting their cocks slide together. The skin on skin friction is maddening and wow, why had he not made his move earlier? So lost in the amazing glide between them he gets startled when Yixing suddenly pulls away. Bewildered his body follows unconsciously.
“Wha-”
“Turn around.” The usually relatively light voice is raspy and hoarse with lust and ChanYeol can’t help the small whimper he lets out at the sound of it. “Hands on the backrest.” Eagerly ChanYeol gets on his knees and grabs onto the backrest. Lips are on the back of his neck trailing soft kisses down his spine stopping to bite lightly at left cheek. “It should be fucking illegal for you to wear skinny jeans.” Yixing growls against it before biting down once more, this time even harder and ChanYeol’s back arches in pleasure. Fuck if Yixing growling wasn’t the hottest thing ever. Calloused hands grabs onto a cheek each squeezing and spreading them in a periodical way. When a tongue suddenly laps at his hole ChanYeol chokes on his spit.
The warmth and slickness makes ChanYeol buck his hips back, pushing against the prodding tongue. “Argh- please, oh fuck. Please.” He can’t take it anymore. Fuck it, he needs Yixing right now. His cock is so hard it hurts and if Yixing doesn’t start to fuck him soon enough he’ll fuck himself on Yixing’s cock.
It seems like Yixing gets what he’s trying to get him to do and pulls away. “You want me to fuck you?” How is he still out of breath? “Please.” He hiccups. “Please, I want it so bad.” A slap lands on his left ass cheek before the hand is grabbing it roughly. “Want me to fuck this tight little ass.” He raises it a bit, sticking it out as if trying to convey how much he wants it.
He hears Yixing spit and feels it drop down onto his crack and then a finger is pressing in. Another drop of salvia and a second finger joins the first. Crooking and scissoring, stretching him as he tries to keep from collapsing. He rolls his hips down trying to get those fingers deeper, get them to hit that spot that they constantly just tease with brushes against.
Yixing spits again and then something bigger than the fingers are pressing into him, stretching him oh so good. “Fuck.” Yixing groans into his neck, leaning over his back, pressing kisses into his shoulder, waiting for him to adjust. With a small push back he gasps as Yixing’s hands tightens on his hips and the older pulls back only to slam right back in. It hard from the get go, and when Yixing finds his prostate he angles every thrust to hit it as hard as possible.
His arms collapses and ChanYeol finds himself biting the backrest, trying not to scream with how hard Yixing was pressing into him, fucking him hard and furiously. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this.” Yixing pants out, not actually asking just stating it. “Fuck your tight little ass until you can’t walk.” Broken moans keeps spilling over ChanYeol’s lips and desperately for release his hand reaches down to tug himself to completion. A hand grabs his hair and pulls him upright so his back is leaning against Yixing’s chest making the cock fucking him earnestly slide in even further.
“Want you to come for me.” Yixing whispers in his ear as his hand replaces ChanYeol’s own setting a slower pace than his thrusting, thump circling the tip sliding through the precome that had gathered there and just like that ChanYeol’s coming in long streaks up his own chest.
Yixing pulls out and with the one hand that’s not holding ChanYeol up he jerks himself off hurriedly, coming over ChanYeol’s backside in spurts.
“This better not be the last time this happens.” ChanYeol mutters when he finally finds his voice again. It cracks a bit and goes even lower than the usual. An airy laugh hits his neck as Yixing nuzzles his face into it. “It won’t.” He promises with a kiss to the knob of his spine and ChanYeol sags in relief, until he realizes something.
“For fuck sake, you took me bare backed. I’m killing you if you have STDs.” He curses and Yixing just laughs again before reassuring that he has no such thing and pulls away from ChanYeol. With a tug on his wrist Yixing is pulling him to the showers and ChanYeol smiles at the way Yixing’s fingers just barely reaches all the way around his wrist. It’s as if they’re made for pulling him around, something he doesn’t mind. Not at all.
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