Brighten Me
Brighten Me | theblobmaster | ChanYeol/KyungSoo, vague past!KyungSoo/JoonMyun | NC-17 | 5060 w
written for miyunnie @ exorelieffund for Typhoon Haiyan victims. though terribly late.
The party is in full swing when he finally gets there, he had been reluctant to attend rather wanting to stay and work a bit more but YunHo, his supervisor, had threatened to force him on a three week unpaid vacation if he didn't attend the company anniversary party. So here he is staring out over all of his co-workers already wasted.
JongDae spots him quickly, pulling him close by the sleeve of his dark grey blazer and thrusts a glass of something into his hands. Looking down at the most likely overly spiked alcoholic drink KyungSoo frowns, he doesn't want to get too drunk not when there's a tall pile of work waiting for him at home for some weekend relaxation.
"If you don't drink that right now I'm telling YunHo that you're a party pooper." JongDae pouts at him, bottom lip sticking out too far for it to be cute. The only reason he downs the too strong drink is because he knows JongDae wouldn't hesitate to do it.
He coughs as his throat burns from the alcohol. "What is this?" He glares at JongDae who only shrugs and laughs before making his way towards the large dance floor. Not amused by his office mate's indifference to his health KyungSoo makes way towards the bar to get something more suited his taste.
Reaching the poorly made substitute for a bar KyungSoo notices Lu Han from accounting mixing the drinks and promptly turns around. Nothing good will come out of Lu Han mixing his drink. He settles for grabbing a beer. If he has to live through the horrible music and drunken co-workers getting too close, drinking will be necessary.
He finds a spot against the wall where he can look out over the entire room. They had done a good job at hiding the dull cafeteria that lies behind. Sipping from his beer with a grimace on his face at the bitter taste he observes how JongDae is making a fool of himself with his stiff moves on the dance floor. He's most likely trying to impress one of the girls from sales dancing not too far away. KyungSoo snorts out a chuckle when one of the girls scoffs and turns her back to JongDae so none of them can see him.
"What are you laughing at?" A deep voice startles him and wide eyed he looks to his left where the voice came from. Park ChanYeol is looking down at him with a nervous laugh already bubbling out, for once there's something that's louder than the tall man with the music booming in the room, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the other KyungSoo turns away to look out over the dance floor again.
He's always made sure to stay away from Park ChanYeol. He's too tall and too loud. They work on the same floor but with two completely different things. Park ChanYeol and his partner Byun BaekHyun works with events, planning special events for their extremely well paying customers whereas KyungSoo and JongDae takes care of the programming of their website and the design. They almost never cross each other's paths and when they finally do JongDae does most of the talking.
"Uhm. Do you want me to fetch you a drink or beer?" The other tries again and KyungSoo really would rather be left completely alone, thank you. "My treat?" Just to get his annoying voice to shut up, KyungSoo nods with a tense expression. His eyes continues to focus on the dance floor when ChanYeol pushes off the wall and heads towards Lu Han probably mixing drinks that will result in someone being rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.
JongDae is nowhere to find on the dance floor so KyungSoo downs his beer and frowns when he finds that it has already gotten lukewarm. Nothing is worse than warm beer. He has barely put the bottle down before a tall glass of something positively frightening neon pink liquid is thrust into his hand. ChanYeol is smiling nervously again and he motions with his hand for KyungSoo to try out the drink. Tentatively KyungSoo lifts the glass to his mouth and sips.
Surprised by the bittersweet taste that matches him well, he ends up drinking half of his glass and when he looks up at a wide eyed ChanYeol he doesn't feel the resent for his height as much as he usually do. The world is also a bit hazy looking.
"I don't like you, you're too tall." He frowns up at the other. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. ChanYeol laughs a little miserable and KyungSoo doesn't like the sound of it. "Stop doing that." Accompanying the command with a punch on ChanYeol’s biceps, that has the other clutching the hurting place with a confused look. "What?"
"Laughing when you're not happy." Another punch at the exact same place and ChanYeol takes a step away. "KyungSoo are you drunk?" His voice is pitched low and it's said directly into KyungSoo’s ear and heat crawls over his body. "No, I have work tomorrow."
Had ChanYeol always looked this good? The navy blue suit and his slicked back hair really suit him. It's much better than the usual jeans and t-shirt he wears to work despite it being against company regulations. "You look good. Why do you look good?" It's a very reasonable question, because with ChanYeol looking like this something KyungSoo has locked away a long time ago stirs inside him.
It doesn't seem like he'll get an answer so KyungSoo instead chugs down the rest of his drink "More." he says and then he heads towards Lu Han who is smiling maniacally at Kim JongIn, his new intern.
"Lu Han!" He bellows when he reaches the table and once more when the other doesn't react. "No need to be so formal KyungSoo, call me Han." Waving the bartender off KyungSoo presses his glass into Han's chest. "More neon pink." Amused Han takes the glass and starts mixing while KyungSoo stares intensely at him not even noticing when ChanYeol appears beside him again.
"KyungSoo are you sure you need more?" The other asks worried but KyungSoo just gives him the finger and takes the glass from Han gulping it all down at once before turning to ChanYeol with a determined set to his eyes. "Dance. Now." ChanYeol barely has time to set down his glass before he's pulled to the dance floor by an insistent KyungSoo, bumping into the small one when he stops suddenly and starts to bob along with his whole body to the music, having seemingly already forgotten ChanYeol.
ChanYeol is awkwardly swaying when KyungSoo turns around and a surge of warmth runs through him when he notices the flush across soft cheeks and before he knows it he has pulled ChanYeol down to his level by his tie to caress his cheeks. "They're so soft and warm. My hands are cold. Can l warm them on you cheeks?" His eyes are focused on the tip of ChanYeol’s nose, it looks so cute to him and while his hands are still on ChanYeol’s cheeks KyungSoo leans in and pecks the cute nose tip, laughing with his whole body when he pulls away. "So cute." He sighs out when he stops laughing.
Everything sways when ChanYeol grabs his hands and pulls him away from the dance floor and out of the room only to slam him up against a wall in a dark hallway. "Fuck KyungSoo you can't do that." His voice has gone even lower and KyungSoo whines when he can't get out of ChanYeol’s grip then soft lips are on his and KyungSoo groans.
x
ChanYeol can't believe that this is really happening, after years of pining after KyungSoo the younger is responding to his kisses, straining his neck to reach after ChanYeol’s lips when he pulls away. The whimper KyungSoo lets out when ChanYeol rolls his hips against the straining material of his work slacks makes ChanYeol snap, pulling the younger away from the dim lit hallway and towards the parking lot.
"ChanYeol!" He hears someone calling and turns around to see BaekHyun and JongDae giving him thumbs up. His face splits into a grin while he sneaks an arm around KyungSoo’s shoulders and stirs him out of the crowded building looking for a cab.
"You know. I never thought you would find me attractive." KyungSoo doesn't react much besides burying his face in ChanYeol’s chest. "I've wanted to befriend you since you began in the firm and you always just ignored me. We've been working together for a year and I've never heard of or seen you with a girl." At that there's a chuckle tickling ChanYeol through his shirt. "Dumbass, is cause I'm gay." KyungSoo slurs.
"Yeah, that showed when you kissed me back and kept grinding against me." ChanYeol manages to catch a cab and all but pulls KyungSoo down onto his lap, moving over to allow KyungSoo a seat. He gives the cab driver his address, shyly lacing his fingers with KyungSoo’s. “But really I’ve harbored feelings for you for a long time.” ChanYeol continues timidly, whispering it into KyungSoo’s ear. “Is there any chance we can do this more than just once?”
KyungSoo doesn’t answer just hums noncommittally and slumps further into ChanYeol’s side, there’s a hitch in ChanYeol’s breath but he manages to calm his heart and stares out at the night life of Seoul zooming past them.
x
The lobby is empty, the black marble floor reflecting their debauched state and KyungSoo clings even more to ChanYeol’s jacket. “The floor is slippery.” He whispers, tone low and secretive as if not to let the floor hear him tell ChanYeol about its traitorous plan. ChanYeol smiles fondly down at the smaller and guides him around one of the big rubber trees that adorns the posh looking lobby. The elevator is on ground level luckily because ChanYeol doesn’t think he can wait much longer to kiss KyungSoo again. The ride up is painfully quiet, only KyungSoo’s slight breathing disturbing the silence. ChanYeol can feel his heart beat pumping through all of his body and in his reckless state he starts to jiggle his left leg, eyes focused on the small number indicating that they just passed the midpoint.
The ding that rings startles ChanYeol so much he jumps a bit and jostles KyungSoo, who pouts and ChanYeol loses all self-restraint, he quickly maneuvers KyungSoo down to his door and with practiced ease types in his code.
x
There’s no light lit in the condo but there’s city light streaming in from the panel of windows that makes up the end wall of the room, KyungSoo looks so pale and frail in the light, and even if ChanYeol knows he’s anything but, it makes his heart soar with wanting to protect the petit man. Before he knows it KyungSoo is lounging in his light grey felt sofa, shoes and pants kicked off already. “Are you coming or what?” He’s still slurring his words but he looks a bit less drunk. ChanYeol trips in his haste to take off his expensive dress shoes almost face planting into the floor before he catches himself. There’s a chuckle coming from the sofa and then KyungSoo bursts out laughing. Sheepishly ChanYeol finishes taking off his shoes followed by his pants and dress shirt, padding over to stand and loom over KyungSoo. KyungSoo is still letting out small giggles of mirth.
“You have really long legs, you know?” His wide eyes shining with something ChanYeol can’t exactly see in the dim lightning. “And they bow so prettily at your calves.” A small hand reaches out and starts to run along the length of ChanYeol’s right thigh. “Meaty thighs.” A shaky breath leaves ChanYeol’s lips when the hands lies flat on his thigh and slides around and up to palm his ass. He stumbles when KyungSoo suddenly pulls him closer, and ends up with KyungSoo’s face in his crotch. Not the worst outcome he could see to that but when KyungSoo starts to nuzzle his still limp cock through his boxers with his face ChanYeol chokes on air. Either KyungSoo is really different when he’s not at the office or KyungSoo is a cuddly drunk, ChanYeol’s grateful no matter what.
“I can’t wait for them to be wrapped around my waist.” Warmth hits ChanYeol’s lower abdomen, just before he can feel something slick and warm against his skin. KyungSoo licks at his hips, teeth gracing softly over the bone, dark eyes looking up at him and ChanYeol is hardening faster than he has in a long time. KyungSoo’s tongue feels so good against his skin and his teeth nipping at the softness below his navel makes ChanYeol growl in the back of his throat.
“KyungSoo, please.” ChanYeol’s not really sure what precisely he’s pleading for just that he needs more. He’s been waiting for so long to just have KyungSoo acknowledge him.
x
KyungSoo’s not really sure what he’s expecting when he shows up Monday morning at work. Actually no, he does know what he’s expecting, nothing. He expects nothing to be out of place, nothing new to happen.
That’s not what he finds when he walks into the office at 09.00 am Monday morning. What he finds is ChanYeol standing outside KyungSoo’s cubicle looking miserable and exhausted, and something about the sight makes KyungSoo’s throat close up and he turns around on his heels, stalking out of the office without looking back.
YunHo almost sounds relieved when KyungSoo calls in sick for the first time in the five years he’s worked there.
At 12.00 KyungSoo sits on his sofa and looks around in his sparsely furnished apartment in defeat. He’d done all the work he had brought with him home during the weekend and he’s cleaned every room already. Twice, nonetheless. It’s not hard cleaning when there’s nothing out of place.
His phone rings obnoxiously for the ninth time since he called in sick and KyungSoo automatically reaches over and rejects JongDae’s call.
It’s been months since he last took a day off and he almost can’t remember how he used to spend them. The thought of sitting in the dark with his tray of nachos on his lap flashes in his mind but quickly he pushes it back into its box. That’s how it went wrong the last time.
With a thoughtful expression KyungSoo grabs his phone and scrolls through his contacts until he reaches a name he hasn’t said in a long time. Quickly he dials the number so he couldn’t get cold feet and waits patiently for it connect.
After four rings it finally connects. “KyungSoo?” The voice on the other end sounds incredulous and KyungSoo gets why, he’s even surprised that the number is still in use with how many years it has been since he last used it.
“Hi. Are you busy right now?”
x
His doorbell rings half an hour later and outside his door a very out of breath JoonMyun is standing. KyungSoo opens his door and is immediately bombarded with questions.
“KyungSoo are you okay? You’re not dying are you? Oh my god, you’re dying and you called me to write your will. You shouldn’t be standing, you look pale and ill, sit, sit.” The older trips over his legs in his haste to get KyungSoo to sit down and KyungSoo easily steady him.
“Hyung breathe. I’m not dying.” Though he might as well because seeing JoonMyun makes everything hurt. He thought he was over it, should be over it.
JoonMyun calms down while drinking the herbal tea KyungSoo made for him. “This is my favorite.” He mutters into his cup and KyungSoo’s smile stiffens. “What a coincidence.”
“So why did you call me?” KyungSoo contemplates a lot of different answers and none of them are true or make sense. “I don’t know.” He answers honestly.
“I haven’t had a day off since I started working there and I don’t know what to do with my free time.” JoonMyun is resting his cup against his lips as he stares at KyungSoo. His gaze is unwavering and KyungSoo can feel his body wanting to squirm under it. “Why didn’t you call HyunShik then? - or SeHun? I know you still see them.”
KyungSoo should have seen this coming. “Can’t I call my favorite hyung?” The smile accompanying the question is big and fake and KyungSoo knows JoonMyun sees right through it.
“Quit it Soo.” There’s a certain exasperation lingering in JoonMyun’s voice and KyungSoo can’t help but shiver a bit at the old nickname. “You haven’t contacted me since you stopped at the firm so obviously I’m not your favorite hyung.”
If only JoonMyun knew how untrue that statement was, because it couldn’t have been more wrong. “That’s not true.” KyungSoo whispers, voice trembling slightly and JoonMyun lifts his head to stare directly at KyungSoo. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
It takes every ounce of his self-control not to tell JoonMyun everything instead he swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. “How’s the wife and kids?” He sighs in relief when JoonMyun takes the bait and starts to talk excitedly about his little girls. It had been a bad idea to call him.
KyungSoo’s zoned out, just watching how animated JoonMyun can be. He hums when it seems to be appropriate and smiles when JoonMyun looks at him for acknowledgement. JoonMyun talks and talks and KyungSoo let him, keeping all of the thoughts he’s had for the last few years at bay.
The sun catches a hint of almost black blue in JoonMyun’s hair just as he turns to really look at KyungSoo. “It was nice to see you KyungSoo. I have to go now. It’s my turn to pick up the girls. Don’t let silence get in the way for so long the next time, okay?” He pats KyungSoo’s shoulder as he lets himself out.
His apartment is bathed in sunlight painting his dull colored apartment warm. It used to be a place full of warmth but somehow over the last year the colors has left it and KyungSoo is sitting alone in a place that, when he looks around, is devoid of anything that used to make it his home.
He stares at the wall that used to be filled with pictures of friends and family. The wide stretch of white hits him hard and tears start to well up in his eyes.
“No. You don’t cry, you don’t cry.” He says as he furiously wipes at his eyes. “Do KyungSoo doesn’t cry.” It’s choked and a sob works its way out. Futile he tries to hold it in and then when the next sob wretches its way through it resonates in the room. It’s not fair for JoonMyun to just walk in and still be happy when he took KyungSoo’s heart and burned it with his smile.
It’s difficult to breathe with all the tears flowing freely now. KyungSoo lifts his legs up and hugs them. Curling in on himself, he lets the tears soak his dress pants. “Why did you have to give me hope and then just drop everything to run back to her?” Why did I contact you again?
x
His eyes stings as he blinks them open, uncurling his body from where it’s lying on the sofa. The sun blinds him momentarily and it slows him down in reaching his phone. His voice is raw when he answers the frantic ringing and JongDae seems momentarily stunned before he gathers his senses. “I’m picking you up in ten.” Is all he says before hanging up and KyungSoo spends a good 5 seconds staring at his screen afterwards.
His feet drag against the floor when he makes his way towards his bathroom. He almost flinches when he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Red eyes are not a good look on him, especially when there’s dark circles beneath too. There’s light stubble on his chin and KyungSoo contemplates shaving but decides that the office will just has to deal with him looking haggard. Quickly he brushes his teeth and applies deodorant.
JongDae rings on his door just as he slips into his work jacket and grabs his keys.
“Why didn’t you pi-” JongDae cuts himself off as soon as he sees KyungSoo. “Hey, are you okay?” KyungSoo simply grunts in reply and clicks his safety belt close. He can feel JongDae’s eyes staring concerned at him but fortunately the other doesn’t ask and starts driving. The ten minutes ride from KyungSoo’s place and to the office is spent in complete silence and KyungSoo mentally thanks JongDae for not turning on the radio as he usually does.
The office turns quiet as they walk in and KyungSoo tries to ignore it in favor of going to his cubicle and bury himself in his work. Maybe then he can forget how JoonMyun’s lips had felt once and how the sun always catches on his hair just right.
There’s a certain glitch on the site when you click in to see the product being sold that has KyungSoo frustrated and he doesn’t even hear the soft knocks on the side of cubicle nor does he see ChanYeol leaning against it with a sad expression.
“KyungSoo?” It’s barely a whisper but KyungSoo jumps all the same and looks startled at ChanYeol. His eyes still stinging from all the crying he did and the sorrowful expression on ChanYeol’s face almost makes him tear up but he slaps his cheeks to will them back.
“What?” He snaps, glaring up at ChanYeol and as he does it hits. Friday, long legs wrapped around his waist a deep voice moaning with his own mixing in and ChanYeol’s face yesterday. The tears well up again and KyungSoo doesn’t have it in him to hold the back, quietly letting them spill down his cheek as he bites his lower lip. He doesn’t want to sob too.
“Oh my god, no don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” ChanYeol panics, his whole face contorting into concern, arms flying around his head as tries to figure out what to do. “I’m so, so sorry so please stop crying?” He sounds so sincere and it only makes KyungSoo cry harder, biting down on his lip so hard not to let the choked sobs out. There’s a slight metallic taste seeping into his mouth and KyungSoo doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop staring at ChanYeol.
ChanYeol looks around a bit more frantic before coming to a conclusion it seems as he turns determinedly towards KyungSoo and then he’s on his knees pulling KyungSoo down on the floor into a tight hug. Weakly KyungSoo hits on his chest to make him let go but ChanYeol holds on and it just makes KyungSoo hard ache even more and finally the sobs find their way out.
“Please don’t cry anymore. I don’t like seeing you sad, I’m sorry if I did something wrong. I won’t do it again.” ChanYeol keeps mumbling apologies into KyungSoo hair and it only seems to spur on KyungSoo’s crying, because he has nothing to be sorry for. KyungSoo has, KyungSoo treated him like dirt and yet ChanYeol’s here apologizing for something he’s not sure what is.
That’s how JongDae and YunHo find them. YunHo takes one look at KyungSoo’s tear stricken face and orders him home and ChanYeol after he looks too pained to let KyungSoo go alone.
“Fix him for tomorrow. That glitch needs fixing as fast as possible.” YunHo says, firm but the soft and worried look in his eyes tells that he’d probably let KyungSoo off one more day if that’s what was needed.
x
ChanYeol takes KyungSoo to his car and when the engine starts running, KyungSoo has stopped crying mostly just sniffling now. “Are you feeling better?” ChanYeol asks as he looks over his shoulder to see if there are cars coming from behind. “No.” KyungSoo mutters defiantly. “Where are you taking me?” He counters back. “My place.”
They don’t talk for the rest of the ride. KyungSoo painfully silent on the passenger seat, taking in the fast passing surroundings and ChanYeol focused on the road and KyungSoo’s still slightly erratic breathing.
x
It’s almost frantic the way KyungSoo presses ChanYeol up against his door when it closes behind them. As if he’s starved for contact, desperate to feel wanted again. He has to tiptoe to fully kiss ChanYeol but the pressure of those soft lips against his own cracked ones steadies him. When he pulls away ChanYeol opens his mouth to ask a question and he gets half way before KyungSoo presses himself close and kissing the taller with fervor. “Please don’t say anything. Just give me this and I’ll-” ChanYeol doesn’t let him finish either, grabbing under his thighs heisting him up with ease.
KyungSoo kisses at his neck, nosing the veins before nipping his way up to suck at an earlobe. ChanYeol shivers at the contact and a low moan sends blood rushing down to KyungSoo’s groin. With a growl ChanYeol throws KyungSoo onto his bed. There’s no fumbling as he nearly rips his shirt open before straddling KyungSoo.
KyungSoo wishes he couldn’t see the clear adoration in ChanYeol’s eyes, it makes his heart hurt. His left hand fists in ChanYeol’s hair to pull him down into a filthy openmouthed kiss as his right reaches down to unbuckle the taller. It doesn’t take him long before he has a hand around a still limp ChanYeol. He sucks on ChanYeol’s tongue as he starts to massage ChanYeol to full hardness.
Shoving at ChanYeol’s shoulder KyungSoo has him splayed over the end of the bed. He grabs the pants still on to pull them completely off, quickly followed by ChanYeol’s boxer briefs. Completely naked and flushed from his chest and to his ears, ChanYeol’s a delectable sight. With steady hands KyungSoo pulls him closer and runs them over white thighs up over a chest, that’s expanding and contracting fast. He leans down and sucks marks onto the thighs before moving to the cock, red and hard, resting against ChanYeol’s hip.
The first lick to the cockhead has ChanYeol whining in the back of his throat, head straining to look down as KyungSoo takes the head in between his lips. His tongue working right beneath the head and when he looks up ChanYeol throws his head back with a low growl.
“Fuck, KyungSoo please.” It almost seems like ChanYeol forces the words out and KyungSoo feels smug at the groan that follows when he sucks. A large hand finds his head and KyungSoo lets it hold him in place as ChanYeol bucks up, fucking himself into KyungSoo’s mouth. There’s a stuttering in the thrusts and KyungSoo pulls back before ChanYeol can come.
It makes ChanYeol whine unsatisfied with not tipping over the edge when he was so close. “Can I fuck you?” KyungSoo asks into the crook of ChanYeol’s pelvis. He counts the pants ChanYeol lets out before the answer. “Please” Six.
“Lube?”
“Pillow.”
It’s easy to find the lube underneath the pillow. The bottle is almost empty and KyungSoo squirts most of it onto his fingers. “Turn around. Hands and knees.” He says as he warms the lube up. ChanYeol scrambles and falls flat on his face. KyungSoo can’t help but snort and when ChanYeol looks over his shoulder with a pout he barks out a laugh. “Come on now spread those legs.”
His index finger teases the puckered muscles and he chuckles at ChanYeol’s whine. “Don’t tease.” So he doesn’t, quickly pushing the finger into the knuckle and starts pumping it in and out rather hurriedly. He’s still fully clothed and his erection is straining against his slacks. “Can you take one more?” He probably can’t but ChanYeol still nods and KyungSoo pushes in a second finger on the next push in.
After a minutes of scissoring he presses in a third finger and immediately starts to stimulate the little walnut sized sponge until ChanYeol’s low moans turn into small cries for more. “Condoms?”
“Same spot.” ChanYeol manages to pant out. Pulling his fingers out KyungSoo dries them on the bedspread and reaches underneath the pillow to extract a condom. Quickly he tears it open with his teeth as he opens his slacks and pushes them down to his thigh along with his briefs.
Swiftly he rolls it onto his cock, groaning at finally getting friction. He empties the bottle of lube onto the head and slicks himself up before pressing against that tight ring of muscle. Their moans echo each other when KyungSoo bottoms out. ChanYeol is as tight as KyungSoo remembers him to be and even if he knows he’ll probably hurt ChanYeol a bit in the process, he starts to thrust hard and fast right away.
He needs this, needs to feel the snugness around his cock, needs to hear the moans ChanYeol lets out, needs to know it’s him that has the other writhing with pleasure. He leans in over the smooth stretch of ChanYeol’s back, his teeth pulling at the skin to leave red marks. His hands in a vice grip on ChanYeol’s hips as he fucks into the pliant man beneath him.
His eyes are focused on ChanYeol’s neck and he wished he was long enough to reach so he could bite down onto the meaty part, but he settles for nibbling along ChanYeol’s spine.
There’s a curl in his groin and a stutter in his hips, so KyungSoo leans down to jerk ChanYeol off. He doesn’t try to keep a rhythm and when he comes he ruts it out, hand slipping off ChanYeol’s cock to grip onto his hips again. ChanYeol’s own hand replaces his hand and soon the heat engulfing his softening cock becomes impossible tight as ChanYeol moans long and unrestrained.
When ChanYeol relaxes enough, KyungSoo pulls out and flops down on his back. He can feel ChanYeol shift until he’s staring at KyungSoo, even without looking the affection in his gaze makes KyungSoo’s chest tighten. “I can’t promise you anything, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”
The brightness from ChanYeol’s grin blocks out most of JoonMyun’s patronizing smile. KyungSoo can work with that
i hope you like this and i sincerely apologies for the long wait.
written for miyunnie @ exorelieffund for Typhoon Haiyan victims. though terribly late.
The party is in full swing when he finally gets there, he had been reluctant to attend rather wanting to stay and work a bit more but YunHo, his supervisor, had threatened to force him on a three week unpaid vacation if he didn't attend the company anniversary party. So here he is staring out over all of his co-workers already wasted.
JongDae spots him quickly, pulling him close by the sleeve of his dark grey blazer and thrusts a glass of something into his hands. Looking down at the most likely overly spiked alcoholic drink KyungSoo frowns, he doesn't want to get too drunk not when there's a tall pile of work waiting for him at home for some weekend relaxation.
"If you don't drink that right now I'm telling YunHo that you're a party pooper." JongDae pouts at him, bottom lip sticking out too far for it to be cute. The only reason he downs the too strong drink is because he knows JongDae wouldn't hesitate to do it.
He coughs as his throat burns from the alcohol. "What is this?" He glares at JongDae who only shrugs and laughs before making his way towards the large dance floor. Not amused by his office mate's indifference to his health KyungSoo makes way towards the bar to get something more suited his taste.
Reaching the poorly made substitute for a bar KyungSoo notices Lu Han from accounting mixing the drinks and promptly turns around. Nothing good will come out of Lu Han mixing his drink. He settles for grabbing a beer. If he has to live through the horrible music and drunken co-workers getting too close, drinking will be necessary.
He finds a spot against the wall where he can look out over the entire room. They had done a good job at hiding the dull cafeteria that lies behind. Sipping from his beer with a grimace on his face at the bitter taste he observes how JongDae is making a fool of himself with his stiff moves on the dance floor. He's most likely trying to impress one of the girls from sales dancing not too far away. KyungSoo snorts out a chuckle when one of the girls scoffs and turns her back to JongDae so none of them can see him.
"What are you laughing at?" A deep voice startles him and wide eyed he looks to his left where the voice came from. Park ChanYeol is looking down at him with a nervous laugh already bubbling out, for once there's something that's louder than the tall man with the music booming in the room, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the other KyungSoo turns away to look out over the dance floor again.
He's always made sure to stay away from Park ChanYeol. He's too tall and too loud. They work on the same floor but with two completely different things. Park ChanYeol and his partner Byun BaekHyun works with events, planning special events for their extremely well paying customers whereas KyungSoo and JongDae takes care of the programming of their website and the design. They almost never cross each other's paths and when they finally do JongDae does most of the talking.
"Uhm. Do you want me to fetch you a drink or beer?" The other tries again and KyungSoo really would rather be left completely alone, thank you. "My treat?" Just to get his annoying voice to shut up, KyungSoo nods with a tense expression. His eyes continues to focus on the dance floor when ChanYeol pushes off the wall and heads towards Lu Han probably mixing drinks that will result in someone being rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.
JongDae is nowhere to find on the dance floor so KyungSoo downs his beer and frowns when he finds that it has already gotten lukewarm. Nothing is worse than warm beer. He has barely put the bottle down before a tall glass of something positively frightening neon pink liquid is thrust into his hand. ChanYeol is smiling nervously again and he motions with his hand for KyungSoo to try out the drink. Tentatively KyungSoo lifts the glass to his mouth and sips.
Surprised by the bittersweet taste that matches him well, he ends up drinking half of his glass and when he looks up at a wide eyed ChanYeol he doesn't feel the resent for his height as much as he usually do. The world is also a bit hazy looking.
"I don't like you, you're too tall." He frowns up at the other. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. ChanYeol laughs a little miserable and KyungSoo doesn't like the sound of it. "Stop doing that." Accompanying the command with a punch on ChanYeol’s biceps, that has the other clutching the hurting place with a confused look. "What?"
"Laughing when you're not happy." Another punch at the exact same place and ChanYeol takes a step away. "KyungSoo are you drunk?" His voice is pitched low and it's said directly into KyungSoo’s ear and heat crawls over his body. "No, I have work tomorrow."
Had ChanYeol always looked this good? The navy blue suit and his slicked back hair really suit him. It's much better than the usual jeans and t-shirt he wears to work despite it being against company regulations. "You look good. Why do you look good?" It's a very reasonable question, because with ChanYeol looking like this something KyungSoo has locked away a long time ago stirs inside him.
It doesn't seem like he'll get an answer so KyungSoo instead chugs down the rest of his drink "More." he says and then he heads towards Lu Han who is smiling maniacally at Kim JongIn, his new intern.
"Lu Han!" He bellows when he reaches the table and once more when the other doesn't react. "No need to be so formal KyungSoo, call me Han." Waving the bartender off KyungSoo presses his glass into Han's chest. "More neon pink." Amused Han takes the glass and starts mixing while KyungSoo stares intensely at him not even noticing when ChanYeol appears beside him again.
"KyungSoo are you sure you need more?" The other asks worried but KyungSoo just gives him the finger and takes the glass from Han gulping it all down at once before turning to ChanYeol with a determined set to his eyes. "Dance. Now." ChanYeol barely has time to set down his glass before he's pulled to the dance floor by an insistent KyungSoo, bumping into the small one when he stops suddenly and starts to bob along with his whole body to the music, having seemingly already forgotten ChanYeol.
ChanYeol is awkwardly swaying when KyungSoo turns around and a surge of warmth runs through him when he notices the flush across soft cheeks and before he knows it he has pulled ChanYeol down to his level by his tie to caress his cheeks. "They're so soft and warm. My hands are cold. Can l warm them on you cheeks?" His eyes are focused on the tip of ChanYeol’s nose, it looks so cute to him and while his hands are still on ChanYeol’s cheeks KyungSoo leans in and pecks the cute nose tip, laughing with his whole body when he pulls away. "So cute." He sighs out when he stops laughing.
Everything sways when ChanYeol grabs his hands and pulls him away from the dance floor and out of the room only to slam him up against a wall in a dark hallway. "Fuck KyungSoo you can't do that." His voice has gone even lower and KyungSoo whines when he can't get out of ChanYeol’s grip then soft lips are on his and KyungSoo groans.
x
ChanYeol can't believe that this is really happening, after years of pining after KyungSoo the younger is responding to his kisses, straining his neck to reach after ChanYeol’s lips when he pulls away. The whimper KyungSoo lets out when ChanYeol rolls his hips against the straining material of his work slacks makes ChanYeol snap, pulling the younger away from the dim lit hallway and towards the parking lot.
"ChanYeol!" He hears someone calling and turns around to see BaekHyun and JongDae giving him thumbs up. His face splits into a grin while he sneaks an arm around KyungSoo’s shoulders and stirs him out of the crowded building looking for a cab.
"You know. I never thought you would find me attractive." KyungSoo doesn't react much besides burying his face in ChanYeol’s chest. "I've wanted to befriend you since you began in the firm and you always just ignored me. We've been working together for a year and I've never heard of or seen you with a girl." At that there's a chuckle tickling ChanYeol through his shirt. "Dumbass, is cause I'm gay." KyungSoo slurs.
"Yeah, that showed when you kissed me back and kept grinding against me." ChanYeol manages to catch a cab and all but pulls KyungSoo down onto his lap, moving over to allow KyungSoo a seat. He gives the cab driver his address, shyly lacing his fingers with KyungSoo’s. “But really I’ve harbored feelings for you for a long time.” ChanYeol continues timidly, whispering it into KyungSoo’s ear. “Is there any chance we can do this more than just once?”
KyungSoo doesn’t answer just hums noncommittally and slumps further into ChanYeol’s side, there’s a hitch in ChanYeol’s breath but he manages to calm his heart and stares out at the night life of Seoul zooming past them.
x
The lobby is empty, the black marble floor reflecting their debauched state and KyungSoo clings even more to ChanYeol’s jacket. “The floor is slippery.” He whispers, tone low and secretive as if not to let the floor hear him tell ChanYeol about its traitorous plan. ChanYeol smiles fondly down at the smaller and guides him around one of the big rubber trees that adorns the posh looking lobby. The elevator is on ground level luckily because ChanYeol doesn’t think he can wait much longer to kiss KyungSoo again. The ride up is painfully quiet, only KyungSoo’s slight breathing disturbing the silence. ChanYeol can feel his heart beat pumping through all of his body and in his reckless state he starts to jiggle his left leg, eyes focused on the small number indicating that they just passed the midpoint.
The ding that rings startles ChanYeol so much he jumps a bit and jostles KyungSoo, who pouts and ChanYeol loses all self-restraint, he quickly maneuvers KyungSoo down to his door and with practiced ease types in his code.
x
There’s no light lit in the condo but there’s city light streaming in from the panel of windows that makes up the end wall of the room, KyungSoo looks so pale and frail in the light, and even if ChanYeol knows he’s anything but, it makes his heart soar with wanting to protect the petit man. Before he knows it KyungSoo is lounging in his light grey felt sofa, shoes and pants kicked off already. “Are you coming or what?” He’s still slurring his words but he looks a bit less drunk. ChanYeol trips in his haste to take off his expensive dress shoes almost face planting into the floor before he catches himself. There’s a chuckle coming from the sofa and then KyungSoo bursts out laughing. Sheepishly ChanYeol finishes taking off his shoes followed by his pants and dress shirt, padding over to stand and loom over KyungSoo. KyungSoo is still letting out small giggles of mirth.
“You have really long legs, you know?” His wide eyes shining with something ChanYeol can’t exactly see in the dim lightning. “And they bow so prettily at your calves.” A small hand reaches out and starts to run along the length of ChanYeol’s right thigh. “Meaty thighs.” A shaky breath leaves ChanYeol’s lips when the hands lies flat on his thigh and slides around and up to palm his ass. He stumbles when KyungSoo suddenly pulls him closer, and ends up with KyungSoo’s face in his crotch. Not the worst outcome he could see to that but when KyungSoo starts to nuzzle his still limp cock through his boxers with his face ChanYeol chokes on air. Either KyungSoo is really different when he’s not at the office or KyungSoo is a cuddly drunk, ChanYeol’s grateful no matter what.
“I can’t wait for them to be wrapped around my waist.” Warmth hits ChanYeol’s lower abdomen, just before he can feel something slick and warm against his skin. KyungSoo licks at his hips, teeth gracing softly over the bone, dark eyes looking up at him and ChanYeol is hardening faster than he has in a long time. KyungSoo’s tongue feels so good against his skin and his teeth nipping at the softness below his navel makes ChanYeol growl in the back of his throat.
“KyungSoo, please.” ChanYeol’s not really sure what precisely he’s pleading for just that he needs more. He’s been waiting for so long to just have KyungSoo acknowledge him.
x
KyungSoo’s not really sure what he’s expecting when he shows up Monday morning at work. Actually no, he does know what he’s expecting, nothing. He expects nothing to be out of place, nothing new to happen.
That’s not what he finds when he walks into the office at 09.00 am Monday morning. What he finds is ChanYeol standing outside KyungSoo’s cubicle looking miserable and exhausted, and something about the sight makes KyungSoo’s throat close up and he turns around on his heels, stalking out of the office without looking back.
YunHo almost sounds relieved when KyungSoo calls in sick for the first time in the five years he’s worked there.
At 12.00 KyungSoo sits on his sofa and looks around in his sparsely furnished apartment in defeat. He’d done all the work he had brought with him home during the weekend and he’s cleaned every room already. Twice, nonetheless. It’s not hard cleaning when there’s nothing out of place.
His phone rings obnoxiously for the ninth time since he called in sick and KyungSoo automatically reaches over and rejects JongDae’s call.
It’s been months since he last took a day off and he almost can’t remember how he used to spend them. The thought of sitting in the dark with his tray of nachos on his lap flashes in his mind but quickly he pushes it back into its box. That’s how it went wrong the last time.
With a thoughtful expression KyungSoo grabs his phone and scrolls through his contacts until he reaches a name he hasn’t said in a long time. Quickly he dials the number so he couldn’t get cold feet and waits patiently for it connect.
After four rings it finally connects. “KyungSoo?” The voice on the other end sounds incredulous and KyungSoo gets why, he’s even surprised that the number is still in use with how many years it has been since he last used it.
“Hi. Are you busy right now?”
x
His doorbell rings half an hour later and outside his door a very out of breath JoonMyun is standing. KyungSoo opens his door and is immediately bombarded with questions.
“KyungSoo are you okay? You’re not dying are you? Oh my god, you’re dying and you called me to write your will. You shouldn’t be standing, you look pale and ill, sit, sit.” The older trips over his legs in his haste to get KyungSoo to sit down and KyungSoo easily steady him.
“Hyung breathe. I’m not dying.” Though he might as well because seeing JoonMyun makes everything hurt. He thought he was over it, should be over it.
JoonMyun calms down while drinking the herbal tea KyungSoo made for him. “This is my favorite.” He mutters into his cup and KyungSoo’s smile stiffens. “What a coincidence.”
“So why did you call me?” KyungSoo contemplates a lot of different answers and none of them are true or make sense. “I don’t know.” He answers honestly.
“I haven’t had a day off since I started working there and I don’t know what to do with my free time.” JoonMyun is resting his cup against his lips as he stares at KyungSoo. His gaze is unwavering and KyungSoo can feel his body wanting to squirm under it. “Why didn’t you call HyunShik then? - or SeHun? I know you still see them.”
KyungSoo should have seen this coming. “Can’t I call my favorite hyung?” The smile accompanying the question is big and fake and KyungSoo knows JoonMyun sees right through it.
“Quit it Soo.” There’s a certain exasperation lingering in JoonMyun’s voice and KyungSoo can’t help but shiver a bit at the old nickname. “You haven’t contacted me since you stopped at the firm so obviously I’m not your favorite hyung.”
If only JoonMyun knew how untrue that statement was, because it couldn’t have been more wrong. “That’s not true.” KyungSoo whispers, voice trembling slightly and JoonMyun lifts his head to stare directly at KyungSoo. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
It takes every ounce of his self-control not to tell JoonMyun everything instead he swallows the lump in his throat and smiles. “How’s the wife and kids?” He sighs in relief when JoonMyun takes the bait and starts to talk excitedly about his little girls. It had been a bad idea to call him.
KyungSoo’s zoned out, just watching how animated JoonMyun can be. He hums when it seems to be appropriate and smiles when JoonMyun looks at him for acknowledgement. JoonMyun talks and talks and KyungSoo let him, keeping all of the thoughts he’s had for the last few years at bay.
The sun catches a hint of almost black blue in JoonMyun’s hair just as he turns to really look at KyungSoo. “It was nice to see you KyungSoo. I have to go now. It’s my turn to pick up the girls. Don’t let silence get in the way for so long the next time, okay?” He pats KyungSoo’s shoulder as he lets himself out.
His apartment is bathed in sunlight painting his dull colored apartment warm. It used to be a place full of warmth but somehow over the last year the colors has left it and KyungSoo is sitting alone in a place that, when he looks around, is devoid of anything that used to make it his home.
He stares at the wall that used to be filled with pictures of friends and family. The wide stretch of white hits him hard and tears start to well up in his eyes.
“No. You don’t cry, you don’t cry.” He says as he furiously wipes at his eyes. “Do KyungSoo doesn’t cry.” It’s choked and a sob works its way out. Futile he tries to hold it in and then when the next sob wretches its way through it resonates in the room. It’s not fair for JoonMyun to just walk in and still be happy when he took KyungSoo’s heart and burned it with his smile.
It’s difficult to breathe with all the tears flowing freely now. KyungSoo lifts his legs up and hugs them. Curling in on himself, he lets the tears soak his dress pants. “Why did you have to give me hope and then just drop everything to run back to her?” Why did I contact you again?
x
His eyes stings as he blinks them open, uncurling his body from where it’s lying on the sofa. The sun blinds him momentarily and it slows him down in reaching his phone. His voice is raw when he answers the frantic ringing and JongDae seems momentarily stunned before he gathers his senses. “I’m picking you up in ten.” Is all he says before hanging up and KyungSoo spends a good 5 seconds staring at his screen afterwards.
His feet drag against the floor when he makes his way towards his bathroom. He almost flinches when he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Red eyes are not a good look on him, especially when there’s dark circles beneath too. There’s light stubble on his chin and KyungSoo contemplates shaving but decides that the office will just has to deal with him looking haggard. Quickly he brushes his teeth and applies deodorant.
JongDae rings on his door just as he slips into his work jacket and grabs his keys.
“Why didn’t you pi-” JongDae cuts himself off as soon as he sees KyungSoo. “Hey, are you okay?” KyungSoo simply grunts in reply and clicks his safety belt close. He can feel JongDae’s eyes staring concerned at him but fortunately the other doesn’t ask and starts driving. The ten minutes ride from KyungSoo’s place and to the office is spent in complete silence and KyungSoo mentally thanks JongDae for not turning on the radio as he usually does.
The office turns quiet as they walk in and KyungSoo tries to ignore it in favor of going to his cubicle and bury himself in his work. Maybe then he can forget how JoonMyun’s lips had felt once and how the sun always catches on his hair just right.
There’s a certain glitch on the site when you click in to see the product being sold that has KyungSoo frustrated and he doesn’t even hear the soft knocks on the side of cubicle nor does he see ChanYeol leaning against it with a sad expression.
“KyungSoo?” It’s barely a whisper but KyungSoo jumps all the same and looks startled at ChanYeol. His eyes still stinging from all the crying he did and the sorrowful expression on ChanYeol’s face almost makes him tear up but he slaps his cheeks to will them back.
“What?” He snaps, glaring up at ChanYeol and as he does it hits. Friday, long legs wrapped around his waist a deep voice moaning with his own mixing in and ChanYeol’s face yesterday. The tears well up again and KyungSoo doesn’t have it in him to hold the back, quietly letting them spill down his cheek as he bites his lower lip. He doesn’t want to sob too.
“Oh my god, no don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” ChanYeol panics, his whole face contorting into concern, arms flying around his head as tries to figure out what to do. “I’m so, so sorry so please stop crying?” He sounds so sincere and it only makes KyungSoo cry harder, biting down on his lip so hard not to let the choked sobs out. There’s a slight metallic taste seeping into his mouth and KyungSoo doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop staring at ChanYeol.
ChanYeol looks around a bit more frantic before coming to a conclusion it seems as he turns determinedly towards KyungSoo and then he’s on his knees pulling KyungSoo down on the floor into a tight hug. Weakly KyungSoo hits on his chest to make him let go but ChanYeol holds on and it just makes KyungSoo hard ache even more and finally the sobs find their way out.
“Please don’t cry anymore. I don’t like seeing you sad, I’m sorry if I did something wrong. I won’t do it again.” ChanYeol keeps mumbling apologies into KyungSoo hair and it only seems to spur on KyungSoo’s crying, because he has nothing to be sorry for. KyungSoo has, KyungSoo treated him like dirt and yet ChanYeol’s here apologizing for something he’s not sure what is.
That’s how JongDae and YunHo find them. YunHo takes one look at KyungSoo’s tear stricken face and orders him home and ChanYeol after he looks too pained to let KyungSoo go alone.
“Fix him for tomorrow. That glitch needs fixing as fast as possible.” YunHo says, firm but the soft and worried look in his eyes tells that he’d probably let KyungSoo off one more day if that’s what was needed.
x
ChanYeol takes KyungSoo to his car and when the engine starts running, KyungSoo has stopped crying mostly just sniffling now. “Are you feeling better?” ChanYeol asks as he looks over his shoulder to see if there are cars coming from behind. “No.” KyungSoo mutters defiantly. “Where are you taking me?” He counters back. “My place.”
They don’t talk for the rest of the ride. KyungSoo painfully silent on the passenger seat, taking in the fast passing surroundings and ChanYeol focused on the road and KyungSoo’s still slightly erratic breathing.
x
It’s almost frantic the way KyungSoo presses ChanYeol up against his door when it closes behind them. As if he’s starved for contact, desperate to feel wanted again. He has to tiptoe to fully kiss ChanYeol but the pressure of those soft lips against his own cracked ones steadies him. When he pulls away ChanYeol opens his mouth to ask a question and he gets half way before KyungSoo presses himself close and kissing the taller with fervor. “Please don’t say anything. Just give me this and I’ll-” ChanYeol doesn’t let him finish either, grabbing under his thighs heisting him up with ease.
KyungSoo kisses at his neck, nosing the veins before nipping his way up to suck at an earlobe. ChanYeol shivers at the contact and a low moan sends blood rushing down to KyungSoo’s groin. With a growl ChanYeol throws KyungSoo onto his bed. There’s no fumbling as he nearly rips his shirt open before straddling KyungSoo.
KyungSoo wishes he couldn’t see the clear adoration in ChanYeol’s eyes, it makes his heart hurt. His left hand fists in ChanYeol’s hair to pull him down into a filthy openmouthed kiss as his right reaches down to unbuckle the taller. It doesn’t take him long before he has a hand around a still limp ChanYeol. He sucks on ChanYeol’s tongue as he starts to massage ChanYeol to full hardness.
Shoving at ChanYeol’s shoulder KyungSoo has him splayed over the end of the bed. He grabs the pants still on to pull them completely off, quickly followed by ChanYeol’s boxer briefs. Completely naked and flushed from his chest and to his ears, ChanYeol’s a delectable sight. With steady hands KyungSoo pulls him closer and runs them over white thighs up over a chest, that’s expanding and contracting fast. He leans down and sucks marks onto the thighs before moving to the cock, red and hard, resting against ChanYeol’s hip.
The first lick to the cockhead has ChanYeol whining in the back of his throat, head straining to look down as KyungSoo takes the head in between his lips. His tongue working right beneath the head and when he looks up ChanYeol throws his head back with a low growl.
“Fuck, KyungSoo please.” It almost seems like ChanYeol forces the words out and KyungSoo feels smug at the groan that follows when he sucks. A large hand finds his head and KyungSoo lets it hold him in place as ChanYeol bucks up, fucking himself into KyungSoo’s mouth. There’s a stuttering in the thrusts and KyungSoo pulls back before ChanYeol can come.
It makes ChanYeol whine unsatisfied with not tipping over the edge when he was so close. “Can I fuck you?” KyungSoo asks into the crook of ChanYeol’s pelvis. He counts the pants ChanYeol lets out before the answer. “Please” Six.
“Lube?”
“Pillow.”
It’s easy to find the lube underneath the pillow. The bottle is almost empty and KyungSoo squirts most of it onto his fingers. “Turn around. Hands and knees.” He says as he warms the lube up. ChanYeol scrambles and falls flat on his face. KyungSoo can’t help but snort and when ChanYeol looks over his shoulder with a pout he barks out a laugh. “Come on now spread those legs.”
His index finger teases the puckered muscles and he chuckles at ChanYeol’s whine. “Don’t tease.” So he doesn’t, quickly pushing the finger into the knuckle and starts pumping it in and out rather hurriedly. He’s still fully clothed and his erection is straining against his slacks. “Can you take one more?” He probably can’t but ChanYeol still nods and KyungSoo pushes in a second finger on the next push in.
After a minutes of scissoring he presses in a third finger and immediately starts to stimulate the little walnut sized sponge until ChanYeol’s low moans turn into small cries for more. “Condoms?”
“Same spot.” ChanYeol manages to pant out. Pulling his fingers out KyungSoo dries them on the bedspread and reaches underneath the pillow to extract a condom. Quickly he tears it open with his teeth as he opens his slacks and pushes them down to his thigh along with his briefs.
Swiftly he rolls it onto his cock, groaning at finally getting friction. He empties the bottle of lube onto the head and slicks himself up before pressing against that tight ring of muscle. Their moans echo each other when KyungSoo bottoms out. ChanYeol is as tight as KyungSoo remembers him to be and even if he knows he’ll probably hurt ChanYeol a bit in the process, he starts to thrust hard and fast right away.
He needs this, needs to feel the snugness around his cock, needs to hear the moans ChanYeol lets out, needs to know it’s him that has the other writhing with pleasure. He leans in over the smooth stretch of ChanYeol’s back, his teeth pulling at the skin to leave red marks. His hands in a vice grip on ChanYeol’s hips as he fucks into the pliant man beneath him.
His eyes are focused on ChanYeol’s neck and he wished he was long enough to reach so he could bite down onto the meaty part, but he settles for nibbling along ChanYeol’s spine.
There’s a curl in his groin and a stutter in his hips, so KyungSoo leans down to jerk ChanYeol off. He doesn’t try to keep a rhythm and when he comes he ruts it out, hand slipping off ChanYeol’s cock to grip onto his hips again. ChanYeol’s own hand replaces his hand and soon the heat engulfing his softening cock becomes impossible tight as ChanYeol moans long and unrestrained.
When ChanYeol relaxes enough, KyungSoo pulls out and flops down on his back. He can feel ChanYeol shift until he’s staring at KyungSoo, even without looking the affection in his gaze makes KyungSoo’s chest tighten. “I can’t promise you anything, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”
The brightness from ChanYeol’s grin blocks out most of JoonMyun’s patronizing smile. KyungSoo can work with that
i hope you like this and i sincerely apologies for the long wait.