Color Theory- two drabbles
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tao/Chanyeol
Summary: Does color affect the taste? Chanyeol is a man with a mission
“Let me taste your dick.”
“Excuse me?” Tao gurgles out, choking on his pink lemonade. Some of the liquid sloshes over the rim of his mug and onto his shirt as he begins hacking violently. Chanyeol feels his palms grow sweaty, blood running cold as the reality of what he’d just blurted out sinks in.
“Dude, I didn’t know you were fucking gay,” Tao gets out between clearing his windpipe and attempting to breathe.
Chanyeol shifts, one hand finding it’s way up to pull at his ear lobe, “I’m not, this is for science.”
“For science,” Tao repeats, raising an eyebrow, body finally under control.
“I’m not asking to blow you or anything. Just let me lick it.”
“If you want to taste it, you have to do it right.” The situation is weird as fuck and there is no way in hell Tao is letting Chanyeol’s mouth anywhere near his dick without getting something out of it.
“Tao, come on man,” Chanyeol whines, lips forming a pout. Tao’s breath hitches as he imagines those pretty pink lips around his cock. He suddenly doesn’t care if this is for science, or if Chanyeol is actually gay, or into him, or what the fuck ever. He just wants to feel the heat of Chanyeol’s mouth around his cock.
“No, you’re gonna blow me or you’re never gonna know how I taste.”
A shudder wracks Chanyeol’s body and tells himself it is from disgust, not anticipation. ‘It isn’t gay if it’s for science,’ he reminds himself.
That’s how chanyeol finds himself seated on the couch, Tao’s dick inches away from his mouth. Chanyeol eyes it warily and furrows his brows, “I thought it would be darker.”
“It’s called tanning you fuck, now shut the fuck up and get to it,” Tao sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.
Chanyeol grimaces and grabs Tao’s dick, giving it a few pumps. He barely remembers to watch his teeth as he presses forward, taking Tao into his mouth. Chanyeol moans in appreciation at the familiar feeling of his mouth being filled. Tao tastes like sweat and something heady. He basks for a moment before getting to work. Chanyeol realizes he can’t remember how any other dick he’s ever had in his mouth tastes. Not at this moment, at least. Tao’s hands move to cup his jaw and his thumbs rub soothing circles into the skin.
Tao is gentle-so gentle and considerate. No demands, no expectations. He let's Chanyeol set the pace as sweet nothings rain from his mouth, fingers gently tracing his jawline. Frustration is building and Chanyeol just wants to get this over with. He let’s Tao’s cock fall from his mouth and moves his hand up to pump vigorously. It only takes a few flicks of his wrist and a couple of gentle squeezes to get Tao shuddering, dick jumping as Chanyeol catches his jizz in his palm. Thank god Tao is easy to get off. Chanyeol brings the cum filled palm to his mouth and licks it clean.
“Fuck that was good,” Tao wheezes, moving to straddle Chanyeol’s thighs. They’re nose to nose and Tao’s eyes hold a sparkle that makes Chanyeol uncomfortable. “I can return the favor. I can do anything for you,” Tao whispers, moving to capture his lips, voice laced with adoration. Chanyeol’s erection wilts.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: spitting? slight dirty talk
Summary: The ever inquisitive Chanyeol
Chanyeol feels the walls of his throat stick together and he swallows, trying to get some moisture. He musters as much hate as possible into his gaze and turns it towards Baekhyun. The selfish bastard had taken the last soda an hour ago and hadn’t even offered to share. He’s going to die-water is not an option-and it’s all Baekhyun’s fault.
“Baek, I’m so thirsty,” Chanyeol whines for the millionth time, turning over on the carpet and flopping onto his stomach. “My throat is so dry. I can’t even swallow right.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flick up from where he is texting Tao and land on the giant baby for a millisecond before going back to his phone. His phone pings and his face suddenly lights up with glee.
“I’ll give you something to swallow,” he sings out, throwing his phone to the side. Chanyeol watches with steadily widening eyes as Baekhyun gracefully stands and begins undoing his pants.
“What are you doing,” he manages to squeak out, sitting up quickly.
Baekhyun is down to his briefs and moves to close the distance between them. “Don’t you want a taste?”
Chanyeol hears the blood rushing in his ears and feels his face heating up. He’s not gay, but he still doesn’t know if color affects the taste. He gives a hesitant nod and his stomach swirls in excitement. Baekhyun’s lips twist in triumph and he quickly shoves his briefs down his thighs, freeing his dick.
‘His dick head matches the color of his bottom lip. Cute,’ Chanyeol notes, the thought coming unbidden. He leans forward to nuzzle the hair next to Baekhyun’s dick -which is small and cute like him- before turning his head slightly to lick along the side. Baekhyun’s hands find his head and his fingers curl into his hair, lightly scratching along the scalp. Chanyeol sighs and Baekhyun’s dick jumps as the air hits the wet patch along the side.
The sight has the taller man starving for it. He can’t get Baekhyun’s dick in his mouth fast enough. His sudden enthusiasm startles his friend, one of the hands moving along his scalp dropping in surprise. He feels Baekhyun continue to stiffen in his mouth and he pulls back, keeping just the head in his mouth as he sucks. He closes his eyes and focuses on the tingling sensation fanning over his gut. He gives one last suck to the head and then he’s bobbing on Baekhyun’s cock.
The hand Baekhyun has tightly fisted in his hair yanks and Chanyeol’s head follows, tilting back to ease the pain. His eyes are still tightly shut, mouth open as he pants to catch his breath. He hears a spitting sound and feels something wet and warm fall into his open mouth. He should be disgusted, but his head is swimming and a pleasant warmth is threading down his spine. Whimpers float out of his mouth as a foot moves up to nudge at his dick through his basketball shorts.
“You’re such,” Baekhyun growls, and removes his foot, shoving three fingers of the hand not tangled in Chanyeol’s locs into his mouth, “a fucking slut. Aren’t you?”
Chanyeol wants to nod in agreement-wants Baekhyun to know what a slut he is so he can get more friction on his dick-but Baekhyun’s hold is firm. He finally peels his eyes apart, gagging on the fingers caressing his tongue. His eyes hold such desperate pleading that Baekhyun feels the air rush from his lungs. His fingers withdraw from the wet warmth of chanyeol’s mouth and move down to grip his own cock. He slaps Chanyeol’s cheek with it before he slots it back into his mouth. Chanyeol’s hands clench around his thighs and Baekhyun begins thrusting for all he’s worth, reveling in the small noises he's wrenching from the other man’s throat. Pleasure is tingling through his body and he is close.
“Bottoms up,” Baekhyun hisses, legs trembling as he orgasms. He continues thrusting through his release and Chanyeol swallows every drop. Baekhyun withdraws from his mouth, dropping to his knees. A hand reaches into Chanyeol’s shorts and finds his still painfully hard dick. And Chanyeol’s not gay, but he could get used to this.
A/n: Wrote these for Sameerah and omega Taylor. Au in which chanyeol still has HAIR. Lol, but these are loosely tied to the tyler fic. Chanyeol the ever straight, ever inquisitive soul. As per ush, my tense is wonky as hell u_u Comments and constructive criticism welcome~
Pairing: Tao/Chanyeol
Summary: Does color affect the taste? Chanyeol is a man with a mission
“Let me taste your dick.”
“Excuse me?” Tao gurgles out, choking on his pink lemonade. Some of the liquid sloshes over the rim of his mug and onto his shirt as he begins hacking violently. Chanyeol feels his palms grow sweaty, blood running cold as the reality of what he’d just blurted out sinks in.
“Dude, I didn’t know you were fucking gay,” Tao gets out between clearing his windpipe and attempting to breathe.
Chanyeol shifts, one hand finding it’s way up to pull at his ear lobe, “I’m not, this is for science.”
“For science,” Tao repeats, raising an eyebrow, body finally under control.
“I’m not asking to blow you or anything. Just let me lick it.”
“If you want to taste it, you have to do it right.” The situation is weird as fuck and there is no way in hell Tao is letting Chanyeol’s mouth anywhere near his dick without getting something out of it.
“Tao, come on man,” Chanyeol whines, lips forming a pout. Tao’s breath hitches as he imagines those pretty pink lips around his cock. He suddenly doesn’t care if this is for science, or if Chanyeol is actually gay, or into him, or what the fuck ever. He just wants to feel the heat of Chanyeol’s mouth around his cock.
“No, you’re gonna blow me or you’re never gonna know how I taste.”
A shudder wracks Chanyeol’s body and tells himself it is from disgust, not anticipation. ‘It isn’t gay if it’s for science,’ he reminds himself.
That’s how chanyeol finds himself seated on the couch, Tao’s dick inches away from his mouth. Chanyeol eyes it warily and furrows his brows, “I thought it would be darker.”
“It’s called tanning you fuck, now shut the fuck up and get to it,” Tao sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.
Chanyeol grimaces and grabs Tao’s dick, giving it a few pumps. He barely remembers to watch his teeth as he presses forward, taking Tao into his mouth. Chanyeol moans in appreciation at the familiar feeling of his mouth being filled. Tao tastes like sweat and something heady. He basks for a moment before getting to work. Chanyeol realizes he can’t remember how any other dick he’s ever had in his mouth tastes. Not at this moment, at least. Tao’s hands move to cup his jaw and his thumbs rub soothing circles into the skin.
Tao is gentle-so gentle and considerate. No demands, no expectations. He let's Chanyeol set the pace as sweet nothings rain from his mouth, fingers gently tracing his jawline. Frustration is building and Chanyeol just wants to get this over with. He let’s Tao’s cock fall from his mouth and moves his hand up to pump vigorously. It only takes a few flicks of his wrist and a couple of gentle squeezes to get Tao shuddering, dick jumping as Chanyeol catches his jizz in his palm. Thank god Tao is easy to get off. Chanyeol brings the cum filled palm to his mouth and licks it clean.
“Fuck that was good,” Tao wheezes, moving to straddle Chanyeol’s thighs. They’re nose to nose and Tao’s eyes hold a sparkle that makes Chanyeol uncomfortable. “I can return the favor. I can do anything for you,” Tao whispers, moving to capture his lips, voice laced with adoration. Chanyeol’s erection wilts.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: spitting? slight dirty talk
Summary: The ever inquisitive Chanyeol
Chanyeol feels the walls of his throat stick together and he swallows, trying to get some moisture. He musters as much hate as possible into his gaze and turns it towards Baekhyun. The selfish bastard had taken the last soda an hour ago and hadn’t even offered to share. He’s going to die-water is not an option-and it’s all Baekhyun’s fault.
“Baek, I’m so thirsty,” Chanyeol whines for the millionth time, turning over on the carpet and flopping onto his stomach. “My throat is so dry. I can’t even swallow right.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flick up from where he is texting Tao and land on the giant baby for a millisecond before going back to his phone. His phone pings and his face suddenly lights up with glee.
“I’ll give you something to swallow,” he sings out, throwing his phone to the side. Chanyeol watches with steadily widening eyes as Baekhyun gracefully stands and begins undoing his pants.
“What are you doing,” he manages to squeak out, sitting up quickly.
Baekhyun is down to his briefs and moves to close the distance between them. “Don’t you want a taste?”
Chanyeol hears the blood rushing in his ears and feels his face heating up. He’s not gay, but he still doesn’t know if color affects the taste. He gives a hesitant nod and his stomach swirls in excitement. Baekhyun’s lips twist in triumph and he quickly shoves his briefs down his thighs, freeing his dick.
‘His dick head matches the color of his bottom lip. Cute,’ Chanyeol notes, the thought coming unbidden. He leans forward to nuzzle the hair next to Baekhyun’s dick -which is small and cute like him- before turning his head slightly to lick along the side. Baekhyun’s hands find his head and his fingers curl into his hair, lightly scratching along the scalp. Chanyeol sighs and Baekhyun’s dick jumps as the air hits the wet patch along the side.
The sight has the taller man starving for it. He can’t get Baekhyun’s dick in his mouth fast enough. His sudden enthusiasm startles his friend, one of the hands moving along his scalp dropping in surprise. He feels Baekhyun continue to stiffen in his mouth and he pulls back, keeping just the head in his mouth as he sucks. He closes his eyes and focuses on the tingling sensation fanning over his gut. He gives one last suck to the head and then he’s bobbing on Baekhyun’s cock.
The hand Baekhyun has tightly fisted in his hair yanks and Chanyeol’s head follows, tilting back to ease the pain. His eyes are still tightly shut, mouth open as he pants to catch his breath. He hears a spitting sound and feels something wet and warm fall into his open mouth. He should be disgusted, but his head is swimming and a pleasant warmth is threading down his spine. Whimpers float out of his mouth as a foot moves up to nudge at his dick through his basketball shorts.
“You’re such,” Baekhyun growls, and removes his foot, shoving three fingers of the hand not tangled in Chanyeol’s locs into his mouth, “a fucking slut. Aren’t you?”
Chanyeol wants to nod in agreement-wants Baekhyun to know what a slut he is so he can get more friction on his dick-but Baekhyun’s hold is firm. He finally peels his eyes apart, gagging on the fingers caressing his tongue. His eyes hold such desperate pleading that Baekhyun feels the air rush from his lungs. His fingers withdraw from the wet warmth of chanyeol’s mouth and move down to grip his own cock. He slaps Chanyeol’s cheek with it before he slots it back into his mouth. Chanyeol’s hands clench around his thighs and Baekhyun begins thrusting for all he’s worth, reveling in the small noises he's wrenching from the other man’s throat. Pleasure is tingling through his body and he is close.
“Bottoms up,” Baekhyun hisses, legs trembling as he orgasms. He continues thrusting through his release and Chanyeol swallows every drop. Baekhyun withdraws from his mouth, dropping to his knees. A hand reaches into Chanyeol’s shorts and finds his still painfully hard dick. And Chanyeol’s not gay, but he could get used to this.
A/n: Wrote these for Sameerah and omega Taylor. Au in which chanyeol still has HAIR. Lol, but these are loosely tied to the tyler fic. Chanyeol the ever straight, ever inquisitive soul. As per ush, my tense is wonky as hell u_u Comments and constructive criticism welcome~