[oneshot] a mark of ownership
Title: A Mark of Ownership
Pairing: Chanyeol / Baekhyun
Rating: R
Summary: What to do. What to do. What to do.
Chanyeol's hands roamed the expanse of white skin; fingers splayed and gently tickling the softness as a mark of ownership. The warmth enticed him, grabbing hold of his core and blanketing it with a feral lust. He didn't think it was possible, for this feeling of demoralizing yearning to awaken in him again. And yet, as he stared into the profound blackness, where the overwhelming gaze of greed swallowed his morals and sense of reality, he felt the shackles bound themselves around his heart.
What to do. What to do. What to do.
The belief he once held near to his heart fell to pieces; everything that he had stood for, his integrity, his faith - it disappeared into the shadows of his mind, shoved into a crevice of his memories, as the unmarred canvas which his lips touched, satisfied the spreading desire that replaced his values.
He didn't think he could ever yearn for someone so much; especially when said someone was right under his palms.
"Baekhyun," he would breathe; repeating that one word endlessly until the heady air was tainted unmistakably by his voracity.
A moan would answer his call in an inviting manner; allowing him the key to unlock the hidden doors to everything, and yet, forbade him from taking anything.
"Fuck," Chanyeol whispers, fingers gripping the naked hips harshly as lips collide in a bruising manner.
Hands, oh those hands, threaded through his hair with rough affection. And as Baekhyun whimpers, shifting to engulf that agonizing breath of air, Chanyeol doesn't miss a beat as he attacks the junction where the elegant neck met the alluring curve of the shoulder.
"You're going to kill me before we get to the fun part if you don't let me breathe," Baekhyun teases. A sharp gasp cuts off his chuckles.
Chanyeol smirks triumphantly, licking his lips as he runs a thumb over reddening mar on the pale skin. He feigns ignorance when Baekhyun hisses daunting words next to his ear, and let's his tongue travel down the heavily rising chest.
"Don't..." Baekhyun's cry dies in his throat as Chanyeol does that with his lips.
"Don't, what?" Chanyeol brings his head to hover over Baekhyun, staring down with large unblinking eyes; mock innocence tugging at the corner of his lips.
Baekhyun suddenly loses his train of thought. His breath came in short rasps as he felt nothing but the warmth of Chanyeol's hands still gripping his hips; so close, yet so far.
"I swear, you have the most creepiest stare."
Baekhyun bites his bottom lip in defeat, lean fingers tracing Chanyeol's eyes and nose before grasping the back of the taller male's neck; he lets gravity take over as he pulls.
"But why do I find it such a turn on?"
A sign of victory, a play for authority; Baekhyun growls, proud, when a wanton moan escapes Chanyeol's lips. But his success is short lived when hands slide up to caress his abdomen; his breath hitching as Chanyeol takes what was rightfully his; control.
Baekhyun couldn't breathe. The suffocation of the ache, where the commitment of his heart and mind grew every second and overruled his judgement, left him in a state of panic.
It hurt.
But the obvious, insatiable need couldn't be ignored or forgotten. It was what made up his entire being; where a branded mark of, Property of Park Chanyeol, was engraved into the very fibers of his existence.
And like the distinguishable heat that flamed the surface of their skin, Baekhyun regretted nothing. Lying under Chanyeol, a Demi-God with a few screws loose, and feeling the overwhelming sensations that raged through his blood; Baekhyun knew he made the right decisions.
"Baekhyun," Chanyeol sighs, a sheen of sweat glistening on his smooth skin, "just let me eat you up, okay?" As soon as the words slide off his tongue, Chanyeol starts nibbling on Baekhyun's ear; earning himself a whine for release.
"But then--" Baekhyun gasps. His mind blanking as a hand travels down his thigh; entering a dangerous territory. "Who will keep you company in bed?"
Chanyeol pauses, blinking. He grumbles, unimpressed, "good point."
A jerk of the hips, followed by a low whimper.
"If you ever, ever, think about leaving me..."
A sharp in-take of air echoes throughout the dimly lit room.
"...I'll give you the best goodbye-sex, you'll rethink your decision."
A pointed stare, eyebrow raised in classic questioning, manages to break through the haze of heavy breathing and lust.
"....I'm just saying, if that happens."
Baekhyun rolls his eyes and collects his breath. Wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's strong shoulders, he hisses as they readjust; his heart skipping a beat when concerned fingers travel down the span of his bare back.
He taps Chanyeol's nose with his forefinger, before pushing against the warm chest and capturing the bottom lip in a curious feel of flavour; not that he didn't know how Chanyeol tasted like.
He knew Chanyeol's body and mind like the back of his hand.
"The day I leave you--" Baekhyun jolts with a gasp, fingers digging into Chanyeol's shoulders and leaving mean scratches of red, "--is the day I die."
A steady beat reverberated around the room, the pace soon quickening as it reached that anticipated climax. It was a rhythm of desire that flowed from one body to another in a harmonious tune.
They both felt it.
They both heard it.
And neither ever wanted to end it.
What to do. What to do. What to do.
-end
this is the result of strawberry icecream and pre-exam stress.
written in 30minutes.
has no plot.
and it's short.
/sighs.
i just went with the feels i have for baekyeol
( ; u ; )
they just vomit rainbows and shit all over♥ like taoris
thank you for taking time off to read this
:]
♥
Pairing: Chanyeol / Baekhyun
Rating: R
Summary: What to do. What to do. What to do.
Chanyeol's hands roamed the expanse of white skin; fingers splayed and gently tickling the softness as a mark of ownership. The warmth enticed him, grabbing hold of his core and blanketing it with a feral lust. He didn't think it was possible, for this feeling of demoralizing yearning to awaken in him again. And yet, as he stared into the profound blackness, where the overwhelming gaze of greed swallowed his morals and sense of reality, he felt the shackles bound themselves around his heart.
What to do. What to do. What to do.
The belief he once held near to his heart fell to pieces; everything that he had stood for, his integrity, his faith - it disappeared into the shadows of his mind, shoved into a crevice of his memories, as the unmarred canvas which his lips touched, satisfied the spreading desire that replaced his values.
He didn't think he could ever yearn for someone so much; especially when said someone was right under his palms.
"Baekhyun," he would breathe; repeating that one word endlessly until the heady air was tainted unmistakably by his voracity.
A moan would answer his call in an inviting manner; allowing him the key to unlock the hidden doors to everything, and yet, forbade him from taking anything.
"Fuck," Chanyeol whispers, fingers gripping the naked hips harshly as lips collide in a bruising manner.
Hands, oh those hands, threaded through his hair with rough affection. And as Baekhyun whimpers, shifting to engulf that agonizing breath of air, Chanyeol doesn't miss a beat as he attacks the junction where the elegant neck met the alluring curve of the shoulder.
"You're going to kill me before we get to the fun part if you don't let me breathe," Baekhyun teases. A sharp gasp cuts off his chuckles.
Chanyeol smirks triumphantly, licking his lips as he runs a thumb over reddening mar on the pale skin. He feigns ignorance when Baekhyun hisses daunting words next to his ear, and let's his tongue travel down the heavily rising chest.
"Don't..." Baekhyun's cry dies in his throat as Chanyeol does that with his lips.
"Don't, what?" Chanyeol brings his head to hover over Baekhyun, staring down with large unblinking eyes; mock innocence tugging at the corner of his lips.
Baekhyun suddenly loses his train of thought. His breath came in short rasps as he felt nothing but the warmth of Chanyeol's hands still gripping his hips; so close, yet so far.
"I swear, you have the most creepiest stare."
Baekhyun bites his bottom lip in defeat, lean fingers tracing Chanyeol's eyes and nose before grasping the back of the taller male's neck; he lets gravity take over as he pulls.
"But why do I find it such a turn on?"
A sign of victory, a play for authority; Baekhyun growls, proud, when a wanton moan escapes Chanyeol's lips. But his success is short lived when hands slide up to caress his abdomen; his breath hitching as Chanyeol takes what was rightfully his; control.
Baekhyun couldn't breathe. The suffocation of the ache, where the commitment of his heart and mind grew every second and overruled his judgement, left him in a state of panic.
It hurt.
But the obvious, insatiable need couldn't be ignored or forgotten. It was what made up his entire being; where a branded mark of, Property of Park Chanyeol, was engraved into the very fibers of his existence.
And like the distinguishable heat that flamed the surface of their skin, Baekhyun regretted nothing. Lying under Chanyeol, a Demi-God with a few screws loose, and feeling the overwhelming sensations that raged through his blood; Baekhyun knew he made the right decisions.
"Baekhyun," Chanyeol sighs, a sheen of sweat glistening on his smooth skin, "just let me eat you up, okay?" As soon as the words slide off his tongue, Chanyeol starts nibbling on Baekhyun's ear; earning himself a whine for release.
"But then--" Baekhyun gasps. His mind blanking as a hand travels down his thigh; entering a dangerous territory. "Who will keep you company in bed?"
Chanyeol pauses, blinking. He grumbles, unimpressed, "good point."
A jerk of the hips, followed by a low whimper.
"If you ever, ever, think about leaving me..."
A sharp in-take of air echoes throughout the dimly lit room.
"...I'll give you the best goodbye-sex, you'll rethink your decision."
A pointed stare, eyebrow raised in classic questioning, manages to break through the haze of heavy breathing and lust.
"....I'm just saying, if that happens."
Baekhyun rolls his eyes and collects his breath. Wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's strong shoulders, he hisses as they readjust; his heart skipping a beat when concerned fingers travel down the span of his bare back.
He taps Chanyeol's nose with his forefinger, before pushing against the warm chest and capturing the bottom lip in a curious feel of flavour; not that he didn't know how Chanyeol tasted like.
He knew Chanyeol's body and mind like the back of his hand.
"The day I leave you--" Baekhyun jolts with a gasp, fingers digging into Chanyeol's shoulders and leaving mean scratches of red, "--is the day I die."
A steady beat reverberated around the room, the pace soon quickening as it reached that anticipated climax. It was a rhythm of desire that flowed from one body to another in a harmonious tune.
They both felt it.
They both heard it.
And neither ever wanted to end it.
What to do. What to do. What to do.
-end
this is the result of strawberry icecream and pre-exam stress.
written in 30minutes.
has no plot.
and it's short.
/sighs.
i just went with the feels i have for baekyeol
( ; u ; )
they just vomit rainbows and shit all over♥ like taoris
thank you for taking time off to read this
:]
♥