a bit of a choker
Title: a bit of a choker.
Pairing: chankai
Rating: NC17
Genre: smut
Length: one-shot
Summary: things can get a little out of hand when you're full of testosterone and aching sexual fantasies.
a/n: my first smut ever don't judge
wc; 1,689
[dedicated to ana, chankai extraordinaire]
warning: contains beautiful breath-play :)))
Between the crumpled, dirty white sheets and discarded items of clothing, Jongin laid on his mattress intertwined with his lover Park Chanyeol. Jongin was fascinated with the colour of Chanyeol's skin, how it was pearl, snow white but when he touched him his skin radiated like a furnace. The growls that emitted from Chanyeol whenever Jongin ran his long, slender fingers down his sweating body or through his matted hair aroused him; even before he managed to coax Chanyeol to show him some skin, Jongin had always fantasized about touching Chanyeol here and there, wanting to make to older man squeal like a child. It wasn't often that Jongin fought for his own pleasure, though, he took the biggest joy in watching Chanyeol's face contort in pleasure as he sky rocketed to an orgasm filled with nothing but lust and ecstasy. Then, while Chanyeol was wheezing and panting and holding himself after the activities, would Jongin finish himself off, simply watching the withering mess in front of him that he made. And boy, did he love that.
But tonight, something inside of Chanyeol was different; something made his stomach feel a little fuzzy, a little sick. But it wasn't bad - Jongin wanted to explore it.
Nipping Chanyeol's earlobe, Jongin slowly kissed his way down the older's neck, plucking some parts of skin between his teeth, gently oozing out various moans from Chanyeol as he wriggled in between Jongin's gnashers. Jongin poked his tongue out, the soft, wet muscle lapping up Chanyeol's sweet, sweet sweat.
They were already getting restless.
Chanyeol's collarbones stuck up hungrily, demanding for Jongin to leave his marks and bruises on the pretty bones. The white begged to be turned a deep shade of purple from the simple ministrations, and before Chanyeol had a chance to squeeze out a beg, Jongin's mouth covered the area. A sickly sweet whelp left between Chanyeol's lips as his fingers got stuck in Jongin's chocolate brown hair, his legs rubbing against the back of Jongin's calves as he fidgeted from the feeling inside him.
God, Jongin was enjoying this.
Still making Chanyeol's skin purple, Jongin felt his lover pull on his hair, tugging him up so their chests rubbed together, the soft skin of their nipples hardening.
"What do you want?" Jongin inquired, his lips puffed from all the licking and sucking.
Chanyeol gulped, his eyes darting around the room to anywhere but Jongin
"Tell me what is is..." Jongin pressed again, not to aggressive, not to needy, but maybe enough to coax the hidden thought out from Chanyeol's mind.
Slowly but surely, Chanyeol began to open his mouth, his hidden sex fantasy he'd had since the night he lost his virginity was being revealed to his most experimental partner yet. "I.. I want to be choked, Jongin. I want to be choked as you fuck me."
Jongin's eyes widened. Choked. Chanyeol wanted to be choked. By him.
"Are you sure?" He asked, pushing himself off from the olders' body and perching himself steadily on his hip bones, their cocks pressed together. Chanyeol hisses at the contact and the question.
"Yes," He spat out, finally engaging in eye contact with Jongin, "I want to be choked until my eyes roll back and I see nothing but pure, white light and feel nothing but your big, juicy cock filling me up as my body tingles from the pleasure."
Well, Jongin couldn't say no to that.
"Okay," he whispered, sending a light nod to the now shaking youngster underneath him. He felt Chanyeol harden up at his words, and he had no clue what he would be like once he started to tease and pleasure the boy. He couldn't wait to touch him in all the right places to see how he and his chock would twitch and fidget the veins all around his body popping.
Moving his hips a little to start up Chanyeol, Jongin rocked to and fro to the pulse circling inside his skin, already cooking up a sweat. Chanyeol began hissing and humming, as his boxers seemed to fit him worse and worse with each passing second, and his cock began to beg for a touch
"Take my boxers off!" He whines, his hands shakily picking at the hem of the underwear, his limbs not strong enough to have a firm grip to pull them down. Jongin fumbles, his hands trying to take the useless material away With a harsh pull, the boxers come down and pool at Chanyeol's ankles, the hem slightly ripped from Jongin's urgency.
Slowly, Jongin began kissing his way down Chanyeol's inner thigh, emitting a low, pleasurable moan from the latter. A few bites here, a few grazes there, Jongin made his way to Chanyeol's core, his cock harder than a stone sitting uncomfortably in his boxer shorts.
"Jongin, I can't hold out..." Chanyeol mumbled, his hands dancing over the sheets as he tried his very best to keep himself from blowing up already. "Choke me now, Jongin. Choke me. Bury your fingers over the skin, squeeze over the bones, black me out. Please don't make me wait..."
Jongin groaned, his body needing, aching for him to perform more ministrations over Chanyeol's sweet flesh. But what Chanyeol wants; Chanyeol gets. And Jongin knows how impatient a horny Chanyeol is.
Pulling off his boxers, Jongin reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the small bottle of lube and gently squirting it into his palms and over his fingers, getting himself as smooth and as slick as possible.
"You're going to feel so good," Chanyeol moans, and Jongin feels his dick twitch at his words.
Sliding over to Chanyeol pelvis, Jongin places himself down, their cocks already pressed together in an unbearable hug. Groan.
Chanyeol grabs Jongin's hips and starts to move him, creating a pace and a rhythm that makes both of them throw their heads back. Sweat already begins to collect around the nape of Jongin's neck and he almost forgets that after the session he's got to be driven home, and look presentable for his parents.
Jongin's dick starts to hurt, as he feels his stomach begin to rumble with that oh-so recognizable flame. Slowly and steadily, he takes one of his shaking hands and places it lightly over Chanyeol's neck, his fingers spreading to cover the soft, white skin.
Chanyeol's eyes light up, his neck already feeling tight from Jongin grip. Jongin smiles down at Chanyeol, trying to convey to him that he won't hurt him in the wrong way but all the right ones. Chanyeol smiles back, and for once it's a smile of love - not lust.
Inhaling and then swiftly exhaling, Jongin's fingers clamper down around Chanyeol's neck as he begins the request from the man who was now puffing and spluttering but enjoying every damn second of it.
Racking his hips, Jongin rocks himself into Chanyeol just like one does at the rodeo. His moans and shouts of Chanyeol, Chanyeol, Chanyeol fill the room as his eyes shut to black and fireworks of ecstasy burst behind his eyelids, the sweet sensation of Chanyeol's dick on his sending him haywire.
Before long, Chanyeol grabs Jongin wrist and pushing his down harder, making sure Jongin can feel his large adams apple bobbing for life underneath his palm.
In contrast to Jongin, Chanyeol can see nothing but sparkling white between his eyes, small triangles and squares of a shade of gold flashing and bursting as each little particle of air is sucked swiftly from his lungs, dancing away as they reach the fresh air outside of Chanyeol's frame. Chanyeol loves it to pieces, the winding and the feel of being literally breathless over Jongin wiping his mind of any doubt of taking Jongin's hand away.
Before Chanyeol has the chance to squeeze Jongin's hand down tighter one more time, Jongin lets out a scream as he comes a little early; his liquid spewing messily over Chanyeol's ice chest like little drops of snow. He squeezes his hand of Chanyeol's throat down, gasping for air to stop his little lungs from breaking into tiny piece of sex debris.
Chanyeol's hips buck towards Jongin, who then realises that he still has a tight grip around Chanyeol and he still has some pleasuring to do.
Taking his spare hand, Jongin clamps it down and around Chanyeol's dick, which starts to throb manically
"I'll make you see the stars, baby" Jongin whispers, and as the words reach Chanyeol's ears Jongin's already started pumping down in the nether regions.
It takes a few agonizing minutes since Jongin's chest is still heaving from his hefty orgasm, but on one last shake of his wrist, Chanyeol's whole body explodes with a warrior cry. His back arches when Jongin let's go of his throat, a loud gasp filling his mouth as the sweet yet sour taste of oxygen eats him up. His eyes shut together, the sparks behind his eyes flying in every degree and every angle an orgasm can make them go. His lips draw back in a hiss as his juices fly over Jongin, who lets out a light damn as the liquid lands straight in his hand.
Chanyeol flops, his body ending the high and his eyes opening, attacking him with light. He curled together, his hands placed on his chest and neck, the feeling of oh my god I just got sex strangled, and Jongin just strangled me so fucking good taking over his senses. His ears ring a little, the sound of both their screams echoing around as his heart settles into a steady rhythm of 84.
Jongin moves from the end of Chanyeol, lying himself behind the older man and wrapping his arms smoothly around his chest. Intertwining their fingers into a pattern similar to origami; they sigh as the feel themselves touch together in the most innocent of ways.
"I just strangled you," Jongin states matter-of-factly, emitting a little laugh from Chanyeol who proceeds to run his fingers up and down Jongin forearm.
"Yes you did, baby, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Just wait until you see my bruises."