[Advent] Day Twenty-Three - The Trouble Next Door
Title: The Trouble Next Door
For: kaiyeols
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Length: 3100w
Warning: age gap
Summary: The neighbor's son is unfairly attractive and Chanyeol is too old for this shit.
Saturday is the best day of the week. Chanyeol starts his day by sleeping in, letting the sunlight pouring through his curtains wake him instead of the shrill alarm on his phone. He doesn't have to throw back the covers and let the cold air assault his body until he speed dresses to get warm, preferring to linger in the cozy blankets and possibly drag one with him when he finally gets up.
There's no real need for coffee when he doesn't have to be alert, but he's on auto-pilot, shuffling around in the kitchen with one hand gripped tight on the blanket around his shoulders so it doesn't slip away. With the coffee brewing, he trudges up the stairs and trades the blanket for a shirt and pajama pants, running fingers lazily through his hair. One glance in the mirror and he spies the telltale grey hairs beginning to invade on either side, just above his ears.
He's getting old.
It's not as if he doesn't have anything to show for it. Chanyeol has his own home, purchased for a fraction of its worth during an economic downturn when the housing market had plummeted. It was practically a steal and with the help of a too smart for his own good Baekhyun, Chanyeol is the proud owner of a two-story, three bedroom house, nestled in a suburban neighborhood full of families and elderly couples.
The only thing he’s missing is someone to share it with.
When all his friends and acquaintances were out dating, Chanyeol was pushing papers behind a desk so he could advance, make himself worth being with before putting himself out into the world. Promotion after promotion and here Chanyeol is - a man in his mid-thirties with a house and a car and no one there to greet when he wakes in the morning or to hold tight as he falls asleep at night.
It isn’t as if he hasn’t tried, but the few blind dates he’s been on have left a poor taste in his mouth. And honestly, he feels too old, too tired to deal with the baggage that comes with dating people around his age. Last night, as a prime example, Chanyeol was out with a nice looking doctor, Joonmyun. And he seemed great until Chanyeol spotted that light band of skin around his finger where a wedding ring used to be. It made him realize that while he’s been working, everyone else has already had the time to get married and divorced and he’s just not willing to be someone’s rebound.
Chanyeol sighs and watches the creamer dissolve into his coffee, turning the liquid from black to a rich brown. His spoon pulls up sugar from the bottom where it’s settled as he mixes it all together, and then the metal clatters into an empty sink. Chanyeol braces a hand on the counter, staring out the window as he takes his first sip, the taste coating his tongue and sliding a little too hot down his throat.
Outside, right in Chanyeol’s view, is the neighbor’s son, Jongin, his shirt discarded on the railing of the porch as he mows the lawn. The sun glints off sweaty skin and Jongin brushes his hair out of his face with a forearm without breaking stride. It’s an electric mower and it takes more work (but less gas). Jongin has to bend down every so often to gather the extension cord and move it out of the way. Chanyeol likes the way his muscles flex when he does it, a fluid motion that never fails to make him dream of his younger days when wishing for someone like Jongin was more acceptable.
Watching Jongin is also why Saturday is one of Chanyeol’s favorite days even if there’s nothing more he can do than watch. (And jerk off in the shower, but that’s something he doesn’t like to think about.) He can't deny the allure of someone so young, so beautiful even if he knows Jongin will never be his. Sometimes it's nice to think about the what ifs and the maybes, but it's a fantasy that he keeps tucked away. Chanyeol needs to learn to be content with what he has and recognize the barriers of reality.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to watch just a little and Chanyeol finds himself outside on his porch, tablet in one hand and coffee in the other as he pretends to pay attention to his email. Jongin doesn’t seem to notice.
It takes hours for Jongin to finish and by that time, the dregs of Chanyeol’s coffee are cold and abandoned and he’s perusing through the details Baekhyun sent him about another one of his friends from college that Chanyeol might be interested in going on a date with. He scoffs at the screen, setting it down with a sigh because Baekhyun never seems to get it.
“Would you like me to do you?”
Chanyeol jumps, eyes wide when he looks up at the sidewalk that leads to his porch to see Jongin standing. His hair is soaked, chest shining in the goddamn sun and Chanyeol is one hundred percent certain he misheard.
“What?” he answers after pulling his eyes away from the gentle roll of Jongin’s muscles as he breathes.
“Your lawn,” Jongin clarifies with the faintest of smirks. “It could use a trim. Would you like me to do it for you?”
Chanyeol glances at his slightly overgrown lawn, pondering the pros and cons of Jongin spending another few hours out in the sun and in his yard, finally deciding it’s a bad idea.
“Free,” Jongin adds, hand now propped on his hip.
“Yeah, sure,” Chanyeol finds himself answering as the warning klaxons in his head go ignored.
“Great, I’ll be right over.”
Jongin disappears inside his house, coming out a moment later with the cord to the lawn mower and Chanyeol wonders what in the seven hells made him say yes. Jongin smiles when he bounds up the stairs and onto the porch. “Do you have an outside outlet or . . ?”
“Inside,” Chanyeol mumbles, getting up out of his chair and showing Jongin inside his home. He takes a moment to flatten out his probably crazy hair and then gets a look at the ratty sleep clothes he’s wearing and gives himself up as a lost cause. He’s too old to chase some guy who probably still gets excited over saturday morning cartoons.
Jongin crouches, his jeans dipping dangerously low in the back as he plugs in the extension cord. Chanyeol has to forcibly look away, guilty and distraught as Jongin flashes him a wide grin before sauntering back outside. The roar of the lawn mower coming to life draws Chanyeol out of it, swallowing down all the inappropriate images that are on a continuous loop, playing out on the backs of his eyelids. Traitorous imagination. He’s going to stab his brain with a q-tip.
It’s been an hour and Jongin is now done with the front and now cutting stripes in the backyard. Chanyeol’s been keeping tabs on him through the windows to make sure he doesn’t look like he’s about to faint out in the heat - or at least that’s the excuse he uses. He’s a responsible adult after all.
When he sees Jongin turn off the mower and lean against the handle, clearly exhausted, his heart goes out. With a sigh, Chanyeol fixes Jongin a tall glass of lemonade, three ice cubes clinking around the rim of the glass when he takes it out. There’s a beer in his other hand, one he’s taken several swigs of because it’s past noon and it’s the weekend so fuck it.
Jongin looks up when Chanyeol walks through the grass toward him. “Lemonade?” he asks, holding out the glass.
Jongin looks at the drink and then at the bottle in Chanyeol’s hand and before Chanyeol can react, Jongin has fingers around the neck of the bottle and is drawing it away. It’s not fair the way Jongin tips it back, eyes closed and throat wet as it works when Jongin swallows. He downs nearly half of it in one go, leaving Chanyeol feeling a little shaky and off balance.
Jongin hands it back with a quiet thanks.
“Beer dehydrates you,” Chanyeol says smartly, but Jongin just grins at him, licking at the corner of his mouth.
“And it’s a little too early to be drinking,” he answers.
Chanyeol avoids Jongin after that, shuffling back inside and lamenting the trail of grass cuttings he leaves across his carpet in the process. He pours out the rest of the beer and tosses the bottle in the recycling because putting his mouth over where Jongin’s was feels like some sort of thing he’d be tossed in prison for.
Chanyeol’s head hits the counter with a thunk and he curses, whining aloud and rubbing the sore spot. This just isn’t his day.
It’s nearly sundown, Chanyeol sitting in front of the television with his feet propped on the coffee table and the remnants of a bachelor’s dinner on his lap. There’s a knock on the door and he grumbles at having to move, prepared to explain to Baekhyun again that he isn’t interested in his friend and he’d like it if he stopped meddling.
The door swings open and it’s not Baekhyun on the other side.
Jongin looks infinitely young standing there, his hands deep in his pockets and snapback on crooked. “Hey,” he greets, rocking back on his heels.
Chanyeol leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Hey.”
“I, um, I’ve been talking to some of my friends and I’ve been told that subtlety isn’t the way to go for men, like, over twenty-eight or something. It doesn’t register or some shit, so I’m just going to come out and say that I think you’re hot and I’ve been hitting on you all summer.”
Chanyeol stares at Jongin, eyebrows raised and a bubbling sort of excitement threatening to flood his system. But however flattering it is, reality is a bitch. It just doesn’t make sense that Jongin would actually be attracted to a guy as old as Chanyeol. “That’s sweet, but I’m twice your age, kid.”
“I’m legal,” Jongin tosses out, seemingly undeterred because he’s stepping closer. “And you don’t look too old to teach me a thing or two.”
Chanyeol laughs. He has the homefield advantage here, but it doesn’t feel like it. Jongin makes him feel twenty again, but that also makes him feel old because twenty was a long time ago. This is forbidden fruit territory and Jongin is as tempting as they come.
“Go home, Jongin. I don’t have time for games or whatever this is you’re playing.”
“This isn’t a game. This is me offering myself up, but I get it. You’re not interested. I must have read the signs wrong.” Jongin looks genuinely upset and Chanyeol balks, second guessing the situation. “Sorry to have bothered you.”
It’s possible Chanyeol has been reading this all wrong - just assuming that Jongin is screwing with him for amusement because maybe Chanyeol’s been a bit obvious with the way he’s been watching Jongin. But then there’s the deflated way Jongin is shrinking back, bottom lip in his teeth and eyes cast on his feet. Chanyeol’s been saying no because he didn’t think Jongin was serious, but what if he is? What if this is his chance and he’s screwing it all up by being too cautious?
Jongin turns on his heel to leave and Chanyeol isn’t entirely sure it’s a good idea still, but he reaches out and stops him. “Wait.”
There’s an eagerness in Jongin’s eyes, body easily led back toward Chanyeol and inside the house, door shut behind him.
“What is it, exactly, that you want from me?” Chanyeol asks.
Jongin crowds against Chanyeol, smiling even as he raises a hand to settle on the back of Chanyeol’s neck. “Well right now,” he begins with a lick of his lips, “I’d like you to teach me how you like to fuck so it’ll be even better the next time.”
All that self control is left to shatter on the floor as Chanyeol goes for it, fingertips dug into Jongin’s sides to drag him in more as they meet for a kiss. Jongin is warm, lips soft and plush as they part easily for Chanyeol’s tongue. He seems content to let Chanyeol lead, let Chanyeol move him around how he wants, but not without a little participation of his own.
It’s a good thing Jongin is comfortable in his own skin because the first thing Chanyeol does after getting him over to the couch is strip him. Jongin pushes at Chanyeol’s chest until he drops onto the couch, pajama pants low on his hips and topless. There’s a smirk on his kiss swollen lips as sinks to his knees, palms warm as they race up his thighs.
His pants are barely discarded before Jongin goes right for Chanyeol’s dick, stroking him from base to tip with confidence as Chanyeol tangles fingers in his hair to urge him down. Jongin bends, mouth hovering over Chanyeol’s hard cock before he licks at the tip, tongue going in circles around the crown before he takes the rest between his lips. It’s been a Long Time since Chanyeol’s gotten a blowjob - or participated in anything sexual that didn’t involve his hand - but Jongin still has him wound up in record time.
Chanyeol watches as his cock disappears into Jongin’s mouth and slides out wet, rolling his hips into it gently just to see the way Jongin compensates for the new movement. He takes it like a pro.
Chanyeol has to pull Jongin off his dick, hands around his arms to draw Jongin onto his lap. “I hope you brought lube because mine is all the way upstairs.”
Jongin gives Chanyeol a knowing grin before twisting, torso bending back to grab at his pants on the floor. Chanyeol rakes his eyes over the expanse of chest and stomach in his view, appreciating every single dip and plane and mole. Jongin is too damn attractive.
Jongin sits up with lube and a condom that he drops on Chanyeol’s lap. “Let me,” Jongin breathes.
Chanyeol groans when Jongin reaches around to stretch himself open, up on his knees and tilting forward for a better angle. With only a little hesitation, Chanyeol kneads the muscles of Jongin’s thighs, steadily moving up as Jongin pants in his ear, works his fingers inside himself faster. Chanyeol settles his hands just under Jongin’s wonderfully shaped ass and he pulls the cheeks apart. Jongin whimpers and grinds down. “Do you know how many times I imagined this,” Jongin says in a raspy voice. “Wondered what it would be like to be touched by you, kissed and fucked all night.”
Chanyeol fists fingers in Jongin’s hair and brings him in for a heated kiss. Jongin moans into his mouth, shifting back enough to get at the condom. The package is ripped open and their kiss breaks long enough for Jongin to roll the latex down Chanyeol’s cock and lube him up.
“Safety first,” Jongin sing-songs just before sinking down on Chanyeol’s cock.
They’re both left tense, slowly unwinding with each roll of their hips, every kiss pressed to chapping lips. Jongin molds easily under Chanyeol’s touch, letting Chanyeol slide his legs open further and bring his body in closer. And then Chanyeol braces his feet on the floor and thrusts up. Jongin bounces, jaw slack as he moans in surprised pleasure. His ass clamps around Chanyeol’s cock like a vice and it feels amazing, perfect.
Chanyeol’s pace is hard and fast, Jongin now holding on to the back of the couch to keep up. The pleasure mounts quickly, flooding through Chanyeol’s system like a drug. Jongin bends back, hands on Chanyeol’s knees without breaking stride and now Chanyeol has the perfect view of his slick cock sliding in and out of Jongin’s ass.
His fantasies have nothing on the real thing.
Chanyeol wraps fingers around Jongin’s cock, pleased at the moan he gets when he slowly begins pumping him. “Faster,” Jongin instructs.
Jongin purposely clenches around Chanyeol’s cock with every drop, leaving him just on the verge, clinging to that last little bit because this is too good to end so soon. It only takes a few more strokes for Jongin to come over Chanyeol’s hand and stomach, body curling in as he grinds his hips down on Chanyeol’s dick. He whines, jerking and muscles pulsing deliciously.
Jongin has both arms around Chanyeol’s neck, refusing to stop. “You’ve got amazing stamina for an old man,” he whispers in Chanyeol’s ear.
Chanyeol takes Jongin by his waist and slams him down on his cock hard, keeping Jongin still as he thrusts into him over and over until he comes. Jongin falls boneless against him even as Chanyeol’s cock throbs inside him, filling the condom.
“Wow,” Jongin mumbles with a dazed smile when he sits up.
Chanyeol repeats the sentiment and gets a kiss in return, Jongin refusing to let go. And he doesn’t want him to.
“You’re not going to kick me out now, are you?”
Jongin looks so young again, so unsure and small. Chanyeol keeps arms around his waist. “I was actually thinking about asking you to stay.”
Jongin presses a soft kiss to Chanyeol’s lips. “Does this mean we can fuck in your bed?”
“Let a man recover first,” Chanyeol responds with a groan, but his complaining is mostly for show. Jongin is already lifting off him and heading for the stairs on wobbly legs. “Don’t you need to call your parents and tell them you’re spending the night or something?” Chanyeol asks.
Jongin pierces him with a withering look.
For: kaiyeols
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongin
Length: 3100w
Warning: age gap
Summary: The neighbor's son is unfairly attractive and Chanyeol is too old for this shit.
Saturday is the best day of the week. Chanyeol starts his day by sleeping in, letting the sunlight pouring through his curtains wake him instead of the shrill alarm on his phone. He doesn't have to throw back the covers and let the cold air assault his body until he speed dresses to get warm, preferring to linger in the cozy blankets and possibly drag one with him when he finally gets up.
There's no real need for coffee when he doesn't have to be alert, but he's on auto-pilot, shuffling around in the kitchen with one hand gripped tight on the blanket around his shoulders so it doesn't slip away. With the coffee brewing, he trudges up the stairs and trades the blanket for a shirt and pajama pants, running fingers lazily through his hair. One glance in the mirror and he spies the telltale grey hairs beginning to invade on either side, just above his ears.
He's getting old.
It's not as if he doesn't have anything to show for it. Chanyeol has his own home, purchased for a fraction of its worth during an economic downturn when the housing market had plummeted. It was practically a steal and with the help of a too smart for his own good Baekhyun, Chanyeol is the proud owner of a two-story, three bedroom house, nestled in a suburban neighborhood full of families and elderly couples.
The only thing he’s missing is someone to share it with.
When all his friends and acquaintances were out dating, Chanyeol was pushing papers behind a desk so he could advance, make himself worth being with before putting himself out into the world. Promotion after promotion and here Chanyeol is - a man in his mid-thirties with a house and a car and no one there to greet when he wakes in the morning or to hold tight as he falls asleep at night.
It isn’t as if he hasn’t tried, but the few blind dates he’s been on have left a poor taste in his mouth. And honestly, he feels too old, too tired to deal with the baggage that comes with dating people around his age. Last night, as a prime example, Chanyeol was out with a nice looking doctor, Joonmyun. And he seemed great until Chanyeol spotted that light band of skin around his finger where a wedding ring used to be. It made him realize that while he’s been working, everyone else has already had the time to get married and divorced and he’s just not willing to be someone’s rebound.
Chanyeol sighs and watches the creamer dissolve into his coffee, turning the liquid from black to a rich brown. His spoon pulls up sugar from the bottom where it’s settled as he mixes it all together, and then the metal clatters into an empty sink. Chanyeol braces a hand on the counter, staring out the window as he takes his first sip, the taste coating his tongue and sliding a little too hot down his throat.
Outside, right in Chanyeol’s view, is the neighbor’s son, Jongin, his shirt discarded on the railing of the porch as he mows the lawn. The sun glints off sweaty skin and Jongin brushes his hair out of his face with a forearm without breaking stride. It’s an electric mower and it takes more work (but less gas). Jongin has to bend down every so often to gather the extension cord and move it out of the way. Chanyeol likes the way his muscles flex when he does it, a fluid motion that never fails to make him dream of his younger days when wishing for someone like Jongin was more acceptable.
Watching Jongin is also why Saturday is one of Chanyeol’s favorite days even if there’s nothing more he can do than watch. (And jerk off in the shower, but that’s something he doesn’t like to think about.) He can't deny the allure of someone so young, so beautiful even if he knows Jongin will never be his. Sometimes it's nice to think about the what ifs and the maybes, but it's a fantasy that he keeps tucked away. Chanyeol needs to learn to be content with what he has and recognize the barriers of reality.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to watch just a little and Chanyeol finds himself outside on his porch, tablet in one hand and coffee in the other as he pretends to pay attention to his email. Jongin doesn’t seem to notice.
It takes hours for Jongin to finish and by that time, the dregs of Chanyeol’s coffee are cold and abandoned and he’s perusing through the details Baekhyun sent him about another one of his friends from college that Chanyeol might be interested in going on a date with. He scoffs at the screen, setting it down with a sigh because Baekhyun never seems to get it.
“Would you like me to do you?”
Chanyeol jumps, eyes wide when he looks up at the sidewalk that leads to his porch to see Jongin standing. His hair is soaked, chest shining in the goddamn sun and Chanyeol is one hundred percent certain he misheard.
“What?” he answers after pulling his eyes away from the gentle roll of Jongin’s muscles as he breathes.
“Your lawn,” Jongin clarifies with the faintest of smirks. “It could use a trim. Would you like me to do it for you?”
Chanyeol glances at his slightly overgrown lawn, pondering the pros and cons of Jongin spending another few hours out in the sun and in his yard, finally deciding it’s a bad idea.
“Free,” Jongin adds, hand now propped on his hip.
“Yeah, sure,” Chanyeol finds himself answering as the warning klaxons in his head go ignored.
“Great, I’ll be right over.”
Jongin disappears inside his house, coming out a moment later with the cord to the lawn mower and Chanyeol wonders what in the seven hells made him say yes. Jongin smiles when he bounds up the stairs and onto the porch. “Do you have an outside outlet or . . ?”
“Inside,” Chanyeol mumbles, getting up out of his chair and showing Jongin inside his home. He takes a moment to flatten out his probably crazy hair and then gets a look at the ratty sleep clothes he’s wearing and gives himself up as a lost cause. He’s too old to chase some guy who probably still gets excited over saturday morning cartoons.
Jongin crouches, his jeans dipping dangerously low in the back as he plugs in the extension cord. Chanyeol has to forcibly look away, guilty and distraught as Jongin flashes him a wide grin before sauntering back outside. The roar of the lawn mower coming to life draws Chanyeol out of it, swallowing down all the inappropriate images that are on a continuous loop, playing out on the backs of his eyelids. Traitorous imagination. He’s going to stab his brain with a q-tip.
It’s been an hour and Jongin is now done with the front and now cutting stripes in the backyard. Chanyeol’s been keeping tabs on him through the windows to make sure he doesn’t look like he’s about to faint out in the heat - or at least that’s the excuse he uses. He’s a responsible adult after all.
When he sees Jongin turn off the mower and lean against the handle, clearly exhausted, his heart goes out. With a sigh, Chanyeol fixes Jongin a tall glass of lemonade, three ice cubes clinking around the rim of the glass when he takes it out. There’s a beer in his other hand, one he’s taken several swigs of because it’s past noon and it’s the weekend so fuck it.
Jongin looks up when Chanyeol walks through the grass toward him. “Lemonade?” he asks, holding out the glass.
Jongin looks at the drink and then at the bottle in Chanyeol’s hand and before Chanyeol can react, Jongin has fingers around the neck of the bottle and is drawing it away. It’s not fair the way Jongin tips it back, eyes closed and throat wet as it works when Jongin swallows. He downs nearly half of it in one go, leaving Chanyeol feeling a little shaky and off balance.
Jongin hands it back with a quiet thanks.
“Beer dehydrates you,” Chanyeol says smartly, but Jongin just grins at him, licking at the corner of his mouth.
“And it’s a little too early to be drinking,” he answers.
Chanyeol avoids Jongin after that, shuffling back inside and lamenting the trail of grass cuttings he leaves across his carpet in the process. He pours out the rest of the beer and tosses the bottle in the recycling because putting his mouth over where Jongin’s was feels like some sort of thing he’d be tossed in prison for.
Chanyeol’s head hits the counter with a thunk and he curses, whining aloud and rubbing the sore spot. This just isn’t his day.
It’s nearly sundown, Chanyeol sitting in front of the television with his feet propped on the coffee table and the remnants of a bachelor’s dinner on his lap. There’s a knock on the door and he grumbles at having to move, prepared to explain to Baekhyun again that he isn’t interested in his friend and he’d like it if he stopped meddling.
The door swings open and it’s not Baekhyun on the other side.
Jongin looks infinitely young standing there, his hands deep in his pockets and snapback on crooked. “Hey,” he greets, rocking back on his heels.
Chanyeol leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Hey.”
“I, um, I’ve been talking to some of my friends and I’ve been told that subtlety isn’t the way to go for men, like, over twenty-eight or something. It doesn’t register or some shit, so I’m just going to come out and say that I think you’re hot and I’ve been hitting on you all summer.”
Chanyeol stares at Jongin, eyebrows raised and a bubbling sort of excitement threatening to flood his system. But however flattering it is, reality is a bitch. It just doesn’t make sense that Jongin would actually be attracted to a guy as old as Chanyeol. “That’s sweet, but I’m twice your age, kid.”
“I’m legal,” Jongin tosses out, seemingly undeterred because he’s stepping closer. “And you don’t look too old to teach me a thing or two.”
Chanyeol laughs. He has the homefield advantage here, but it doesn’t feel like it. Jongin makes him feel twenty again, but that also makes him feel old because twenty was a long time ago. This is forbidden fruit territory and Jongin is as tempting as they come.
“Go home, Jongin. I don’t have time for games or whatever this is you’re playing.”
“This isn’t a game. This is me offering myself up, but I get it. You’re not interested. I must have read the signs wrong.” Jongin looks genuinely upset and Chanyeol balks, second guessing the situation. “Sorry to have bothered you.”
It’s possible Chanyeol has been reading this all wrong - just assuming that Jongin is screwing with him for amusement because maybe Chanyeol’s been a bit obvious with the way he’s been watching Jongin. But then there’s the deflated way Jongin is shrinking back, bottom lip in his teeth and eyes cast on his feet. Chanyeol’s been saying no because he didn’t think Jongin was serious, but what if he is? What if this is his chance and he’s screwing it all up by being too cautious?
Jongin turns on his heel to leave and Chanyeol isn’t entirely sure it’s a good idea still, but he reaches out and stops him. “Wait.”
There’s an eagerness in Jongin’s eyes, body easily led back toward Chanyeol and inside the house, door shut behind him.
“What is it, exactly, that you want from me?” Chanyeol asks.
Jongin crowds against Chanyeol, smiling even as he raises a hand to settle on the back of Chanyeol’s neck. “Well right now,” he begins with a lick of his lips, “I’d like you to teach me how you like to fuck so it’ll be even better the next time.”
All that self control is left to shatter on the floor as Chanyeol goes for it, fingertips dug into Jongin’s sides to drag him in more as they meet for a kiss. Jongin is warm, lips soft and plush as they part easily for Chanyeol’s tongue. He seems content to let Chanyeol lead, let Chanyeol move him around how he wants, but not without a little participation of his own.
It’s a good thing Jongin is comfortable in his own skin because the first thing Chanyeol does after getting him over to the couch is strip him. Jongin pushes at Chanyeol’s chest until he drops onto the couch, pajama pants low on his hips and topless. There’s a smirk on his kiss swollen lips as sinks to his knees, palms warm as they race up his thighs.
His pants are barely discarded before Jongin goes right for Chanyeol’s dick, stroking him from base to tip with confidence as Chanyeol tangles fingers in his hair to urge him down. Jongin bends, mouth hovering over Chanyeol’s hard cock before he licks at the tip, tongue going in circles around the crown before he takes the rest between his lips. It’s been a Long Time since Chanyeol’s gotten a blowjob - or participated in anything sexual that didn’t involve his hand - but Jongin still has him wound up in record time.
Chanyeol watches as his cock disappears into Jongin’s mouth and slides out wet, rolling his hips into it gently just to see the way Jongin compensates for the new movement. He takes it like a pro.
Chanyeol has to pull Jongin off his dick, hands around his arms to draw Jongin onto his lap. “I hope you brought lube because mine is all the way upstairs.”
Jongin gives Chanyeol a knowing grin before twisting, torso bending back to grab at his pants on the floor. Chanyeol rakes his eyes over the expanse of chest and stomach in his view, appreciating every single dip and plane and mole. Jongin is too damn attractive.
Jongin sits up with lube and a condom that he drops on Chanyeol’s lap. “Let me,” Jongin breathes.
Chanyeol groans when Jongin reaches around to stretch himself open, up on his knees and tilting forward for a better angle. With only a little hesitation, Chanyeol kneads the muscles of Jongin’s thighs, steadily moving up as Jongin pants in his ear, works his fingers inside himself faster. Chanyeol settles his hands just under Jongin’s wonderfully shaped ass and he pulls the cheeks apart. Jongin whimpers and grinds down. “Do you know how many times I imagined this,” Jongin says in a raspy voice. “Wondered what it would be like to be touched by you, kissed and fucked all night.”
Chanyeol fists fingers in Jongin’s hair and brings him in for a heated kiss. Jongin moans into his mouth, shifting back enough to get at the condom. The package is ripped open and their kiss breaks long enough for Jongin to roll the latex down Chanyeol’s cock and lube him up.
“Safety first,” Jongin sing-songs just before sinking down on Chanyeol’s cock.
They’re both left tense, slowly unwinding with each roll of their hips, every kiss pressed to chapping lips. Jongin molds easily under Chanyeol’s touch, letting Chanyeol slide his legs open further and bring his body in closer. And then Chanyeol braces his feet on the floor and thrusts up. Jongin bounces, jaw slack as he moans in surprised pleasure. His ass clamps around Chanyeol’s cock like a vice and it feels amazing, perfect.
Chanyeol’s pace is hard and fast, Jongin now holding on to the back of the couch to keep up. The pleasure mounts quickly, flooding through Chanyeol’s system like a drug. Jongin bends back, hands on Chanyeol’s knees without breaking stride and now Chanyeol has the perfect view of his slick cock sliding in and out of Jongin’s ass.
His fantasies have nothing on the real thing.
Chanyeol wraps fingers around Jongin’s cock, pleased at the moan he gets when he slowly begins pumping him. “Faster,” Jongin instructs.
Jongin purposely clenches around Chanyeol’s cock with every drop, leaving him just on the verge, clinging to that last little bit because this is too good to end so soon. It only takes a few more strokes for Jongin to come over Chanyeol’s hand and stomach, body curling in as he grinds his hips down on Chanyeol’s dick. He whines, jerking and muscles pulsing deliciously.
Jongin has both arms around Chanyeol’s neck, refusing to stop. “You’ve got amazing stamina for an old man,” he whispers in Chanyeol’s ear.
Chanyeol takes Jongin by his waist and slams him down on his cock hard, keeping Jongin still as he thrusts into him over and over until he comes. Jongin falls boneless against him even as Chanyeol’s cock throbs inside him, filling the condom.
“Wow,” Jongin mumbles with a dazed smile when he sits up.
Chanyeol repeats the sentiment and gets a kiss in return, Jongin refusing to let go. And he doesn’t want him to.
“You’re not going to kick me out now, are you?”
Jongin looks so young again, so unsure and small. Chanyeol keeps arms around his waist. “I was actually thinking about asking you to stay.”
Jongin presses a soft kiss to Chanyeol’s lips. “Does this mean we can fuck in your bed?”
“Let a man recover first,” Chanyeol responds with a groan, but his complaining is mostly for show. Jongin is already lifting off him and heading for the stairs on wobbly legs. “Don’t you need to call your parents and tell them you’re spending the night or something?” Chanyeol asks.
Jongin pierces him with a withering look.