“Hey JD! You wanna- oh. It’s you,” Chanyeol halted mid step as he realised his roommate of two years was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, sprawled over the couch was a pint sized intruder in a too big hoodie who was definitely pigging out on his salt and vinegar chips.
“Good evening to you too Park. Nice outfit”, snarked the boy.
Chanyeol resisted their urge to consciously tug at his tshirt. Baekhyun always had the knack of making him second guess himself.
“Why the fuck are you here Byun? Don’t you have a party to listen to or something?” Chanyeol sneered.
Baekhyun’s nose twitched at the barb, a sure sign he had hit a nerve. He walked over to the fridge with a smile on his face, satisfied at having the last word.
He’d known Baekhyun since the first day of university. In fact, Baekhyun had technically been the first person he’d met at the sprawling campus, when the boy had crashed into him glasses first and then proceeded to tell him to watch where he was going.
When Chanyeol had quite politely pointed out that he was walking carefully and it was Baekhyun who had his nose buried in his book and hence had been temporarily visually impaired, the boy had adjusted his glasses and spat out a “Whatever you dumb jock, get the fuck out of my way.”
Chanyeol still seethed with anger at the unnecessary rudeness, still remembered the first weeks of instantly glaring as soon as he caught sight of the boy anywhere on campus. And even though Chanyeol never said anything particularly mean to Baekhyun himself, the other was constantly insulting him and calling him out.
“Hey dumbass, you’re supposed to close the door when it starts beeping like that.”
The irritatingly pleasant voice cut through his reverie and Chanyeol slammed the fridge door with a little more force than necessary. He had been looking forward to pregaming with Jongdae before his night out, but instead of a light buzz and his best friend, he got a headache and a Baekhyun.
Undeterred by the annoyance, he walked back to the couch and popped the tab, letting the first sip fizz down his throat. He felt Baekhyun’s eyes on him and took his time putting the can back on the table.
He grabbed the other beer and held it out to the boy. Baekhyun balked immediately, one hand snapping up to readjust his glasses.
“I don’t do casual drinking,” he harrumphed.
“Oh? So you only drink formally? Are bow ties involved?” Chanyeol quipped, continuing to drain his can.
“I drink when the occasion calls for it,” Baekhyun retorted smugly.
“It’s a Saturday night. You could cop a buzz and head out. Maybe a good dicking will dislodge the stick up your ass.”
Baekhyun’s neck flushed with color even though his expression was now murderous. He turned till he was fully facing Chanyeol.
“Do you have anything other than sex on your mind you dumb jock?” Baekhyun spat angrily.
“I have a lot of other stuff on my mind. But I also know how to have fun and loosen up a little,” Chanyeol said, lounging back against the couch.
“I know how to loosen up”, Baekhyun squawked, indignation making his shoulders rigid.
“Sure you do babe. But if you ever need to get something loose, I’d be happy to help.”
Chanyeol watched with his lips quirked as Baekhyun’s mouth opened and closed silently in shock. He expected a scathing insult or even maybe a slap in the face. But of course Baekhyun was always surprising him, one way or another.
With a deep breath he reached out for the unopened beer and began chugging it down like his life depended on it.
Now Chanyeol wouldn’t really care if Baekhyun got horribly maimed in any type of accident, but he did care that he was the only other witness to this police investigation just waiting to happen.
“Byun. Byun, slow down, what the hell!”, he screamed as Baekhyun tried to finish the entire can in one go.
He succeeded in yanking the can out of the boy’s hands and held it out of reach. Baekhyun’s face was flushed a bright red, his blond hair tousled and Chanyeol was almost angry at how beautiful he looked.
The truth is Baekhyun checked every box for him, he had always intrigued Chanyeol. If only he could keep his brash mouth shut for more than thirty seconds, Chanyeol would have happily tolerated all his other quirks.
“Fuck you Park, and give me the beer back. I know you didn’t even buy it,” Baekhyun seethed.
The harsh words and petulant tone instantly pricked the bubble of interest that was slowly forming and Chanyeol leapt off the couch and finished the rest of the beer in one fluid movement.
“Oh dear would you look at that, it’s all gone. I’m heading out, tell Jongdae to leave the key under the mat,” Chanyeol instructed over his shoulder, grabbing his jacket.
Baekhyun looked more than a little put off, his ears tinged red in fury. But to Chanyeol’s dismay, his lips had formed the most adorable pout. He reminded himself that Baekhyun was far too irritating to bear with, and steeling himself, slammed the door right in the boy’s face.
Chanyeol slumped back onto the couch the second he stepped into the apartment. His leather jacket was at the doorway, his shoes kicked off into the unknown. The night had been horribly abysmal, shitty mixed drinks and people who seemed dumber than rocks the second they opened their mouths.
He was very definitely buzzed and was having a good time on the dance floor, the girl in front of him pushing her ass against his crotch and looking over her shoulder in what he assumed was seductiveness. Unfortunately it really just came off as mildly constipated.
She pursed her bright fuschia lips and crooned in his ear. “I’ve been a very, very bad girl daddy. Won’t you...punish me?”
That’s when Chanyeol had disentangled himself and gotten a cab home.
Now he had a semi hard on and nothing, or no one, to do. He looked up at the ceiling and heard for sounds of Jongdae. It was perfectly quiet which meant his roommate was definitely not home.
He shrugged and popped his button off, unzipping his skin tight jeans and hissing at the relief of having his dick free from it’s denim prison. Their couch had seen much worse so Chanyeol felt no qualms about slowly stroking his hardening length. He was alone at home and the orgasm would help him sleep better, it all made perfect sense.
The only problem was that every time he let his mind drift, there were flashes of soft blond hair and a button nose. The poutiest pink lips and pretty fingers he’d die to have on his cock.
He’d have to physically shake himself out of the reverie and stop touching himself because he was not going to masturbate to Byun fucking Baekhyun.
“Ah shit”, he groaned out loud when he had to stop for what seemed like the hundredth time.
He was going to be here forever.
Baekhyun was tipsy. Undoubtedly so. He was lying on the center of Jongdae’s bed, limbs askew. His friend had called him and told him he wouldn’t be coming home so if he wanted to stay out of his own room and avoid listening to his roommate have stupidly loud sex, he could crash here tonight.
He was drifting in and out of a fitful sleep when he heard a loud curse. He woke up with a jolt, instantly regretting it as the room spun. He wrapped his arms around himself and slowly made his way to the door. He didn’t have a weapon to ward off a murderer and didn’t even know how to throw a punch but he couldn’t just lie there and wait for someone to come and dismember him.
When he entered the living room however, his brain short circuited and his mouth went dry.
Aren’t monsters supposed to be under the bed and not between a pair of toned thighs?
His brain was screaming at him to stop but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Chanyeol’s ridiculously sized cock. Without thinking he stepped forward with a soft gasp.
Now in ordinary circumstances, Chanyeol would have shot up high enough to hit the ceiling. He was never one to handle surprises well. But the alcohol swirling in his bloodstream made his reflexes sluggish, he just turned his head till he was looking up at Baekhyun, hand still fisted around his erection.
“Oh Byun. What the hell are you doing here? Come sit.”
Baekhyun teetered on the edge of the couch. The room was still spinning a bit and Chanyeol never asked him to do anything, let alone ask him to sit next to him while he was clearly beating his meat.
His brain was going a 100 miles per hour. His eyes were fixated on Chanyeol’s leaking hard on. He sat down quietly, more demure than he has ever been.
Chanyeol was looking at him, he was pretty sure he was even talking to him, except nothing was filtering past the daze he was in.
The literature major was lounging back against the couch, shirt off and pants unzipped, cock standing thick and proud, veins deliciously prominent. Baekhyun licked his lips at the vista Chanyeol made as he sat there, eyes hooded as he slowly stroked his length.
His dark hair was curling away from his forehead, his abdominals contracted with every harsh breath.
But his cock. Shit. It was dusky but the head was pink and dribbling a glistening trail of precum. Chanyeol’s massive hands just about closed over the girth. Baekhyun looked at his own slender fingers, just imagining them wrapped around the thick length had heat shooting down his spine.
Chanyeol looked over at his hands then, as if he too was having the same trail of thought.
“What are you thinking about Byun?”
Baekhyun didn’t want to answer so instead he reached down and picked up a can of beer that he’d left when he was getting himself buzzed. He popped the tab and it immediately fizzed up, leaving a mound of foam.
Chanyeol watched, entranced, as a pink tongue slipped out to lick at the foam. His cock pulsed another stream of precum and his mind was swimming in lust.
“Is that my hoodie?” Chanyeol asked, his mind grabbing on to anything that will distract him from wanting to push Baekhyun’s head onto his dick.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. I found it in Jongdae’s room”, Baekhyun lied nervously. He had seen it in the laundry room and it had smelled too good and felt too warm and worn to not put on immediately. In the back of his mind he knew it was most definitely Chanyeol’s. He was a pro at ignoring such inane facts.
“Baekhyun, that's literally my high school varsity hoodie.”
“So what?” Baekhyun challenged, hackles rising.
“So you don’t have my permission,” Chanyeol had no idea where he was going with this. He was actually more than a little pleased that Baekhyun was wearing his hoodie. It looked good on him.
And that’s exactly why he shouldn’t be wearing it Park. Watch it.
“Permission? What the fuck? Fine, I don’t need it anyway,” Baekhyun said, whipping the hoodie off and throwing it across the room.
Chanyeol should be satisfied at riling Baekhyun up like this but whatever jest he had planned evaporated on his tongue when he saw what was under the hoodie.
Delicately arched yet strong collarbones jutted from a flushed chest. The white cotton of his sleep shirt was soft and see through enough for Chanyeol to make out pretty pink nipples and the subtle indentations of abs.
How was this snarky nerd hiding such a gorgeous body under oversized shirts from comic con? Why was Chanyeol’s heart suddenly beating at double time, his cock harder than ever?
Baekhyun took small sips of his beer, a smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth. Clearly he’d caught Chanyeol ogling.
“Like what you see that much Park? I didn’t think it was possible but it looks like it”, a crude pointing finger, “got even bigger and redder.”
Chanyeol flustered under the observation. None of this felt real. Surely it had to be a dream? He had his pants down and one hand on his dick, while Baekhyun sat there like a damn wet dream.
And while one part of his brain was rioting violently against doing anything more stupid than he had already done, like showing the guy he hated his hard on, a much bigger part wanted those delicate glasses to be the only thing on Baekhyun’s body as he bent him over and took him deep.
Baekhyun’s skin was burning, he had most definitely crossed the border past tipsy. What was setting him aflame was not the beer, but the sudden and all consuming desire to touch Chanyeol.
He wasn’t even pretending anymore , he was kneeling on the couch, hands on his lap as he stared at Chanyeol’s cock. He had never seen one so beautiful. He felt like he would die if he didn’t have his mouth on it. It looked like it would fit more than perfectly, stretching the sides of his mouth just like he liked it.
He finally looked up to see that Chanyeol was staring at him, daring him to do something. He felt his chest heave in an unconscious inhale.
Chanyeol would be lying if he said he hadn’t occasionally dreamed of having Baekhyun between his knees, but those dreams paled in comparison to the reality of it.
He thought about grabbing a fistful of all that pretty blond hair and shoving his cock in that mouth until Baekhyun was choking, for all the times the boy had insulted everything from his intelligence to his manhood.
But the way Baekhyun was staring at his dick like he was going to devour it made him forget all the anger and hate and instead he lay back in repose, one hand coming to rest on the other’s delicate neck.
“I’m not going to wait all day babe. Get fucking to it.”
Baekhyun hadn’t needed an invitation all night, without any further ado he slowly sunk down until his nose was buried in Chanyeol’s pubic hair. His ease almost irritated Chanyeol. Just how many bastards have done this with Baekhyun?
Baekhyun heard Chanyeol curse above him when he started sucking his length in earnest, he didn’t even register it. He began bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue over the head.
Chanyeol’s hand was back on his neck, this time squeezing ever so slightly and Baekhyun couldn’t hold back his moan. Chanyeol grunted as the vibrations traveled down his dick, trailing his hands up and pushing one thick finger into the side of Baekhyun’s mouth.
Baekhyun wanted to cry, the stretch felt so good. He could come just like this, with Chanyeol stretching his lips wide open but he doesn’t even touch his own aching cock. He had more plans for tonight, the beer was making him brave, needy, greedy. He wanted
everything he could get.
He moaned wantonly against Chanyeol’s finger and looked up at him over his circular glasses.
“Fuck. You look so good like that. Mouth finally shut and full of my cock,” Chanyeol gritted out.
Baekhyun gave a particularly harsh suck in retaliation, grazing his teeth across a vein.
“Shit okay, okay, play nice,” Chanyeol said, pushing another finger inside his mouth.
Baekhyun rutted his hips against the carpet, whimpering.
“Baby likes his mouth full huh? Maybe one day I’ll hold you down and fuck your mouth like I’ve always wanted to”, Chanyeol spat out, trying with everything he had to prolong the moment, to keep this going for longer.
Baekhyun however seemed to know what he was trying to do and popped his mouth of his dick with an obnoxious sound. He went back to fisting it, his wrist working magic as he leaned down and began suckling on Chanyeol’s heavy balls.
With one ball in his mouth he looked up again, eyes tearing up from the pleasure and Chanyeol lost it, shooting his load over Baekhyun’s hand.
Baekhyun hastily leapt forward and covered the head with his mouth, getting the next spurt and savoring it. When he was done he finally leaned back on his haunches and smirked up at Chanyeol.
“Tastes better than I thought it would if I’m being honest,” he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on it.
He had no idea where this bravado was coming from, not when he was rock hard and desperate for Chanyeol to touch him.
“Don’t act like that wasn’t the best dick you’ve ever sucked. Now stop talking and get up here,” Chanyeol commanded, patting his lap.
Baekhyun didn’t need to be told twice.
Chanyeol hated malicious people, he hated people who tore others down for no reason. So rationally he should despise Baekhyun with everything he had because the other boy was as brash with words as he was with his eye rolls.
But having him warm and pliant in his lap, fitting so perfectly that his heart involuntarily stuttered a bit, he wasn’t prepared at all.
Plush thighs flattened out against his leaner ones, Baekhyun’s knees sporting darkening pink bruises from his stint on the carpet. Chanyeol struggled to pull his eyes away from the leaking cock, so hard it was purpling, almost angry.
The sight up top was even more heavenly, those pink nipples teasing him through the thin cotton. Chanyeol didn’t even realize that he was rubbing the hem of the shirt between his hands until Baekhyun pulled it harshly away from him.
Only then did he meet those droopy eyes, wide and trembling with some unknown emotion. When Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at him he looked away.
“Don’t- Don’t look at me like that”, Baekhyun whispered.
“Like what?”, Chanyeol asked, perplexed.
“Like I’m more than I am. I know I’m not.”
Chanyeol let the words sink in, confusion roiling as he tried to place this vulnerable, soft Baekhyun to the one full of snarky one liners and vicious barbs.
He settled his hands on generous hips and ran them up to cup the junction between torso and shoulder. He didn’t know where this sudden tenderness was coming from and he was in no place to control it.
“You’re beautiful Byun. I literally hate how gorgeous you are,” Chanyeol admitted.
That finally earned him a small, shy smile. But Baekhyun wasn’t one to reveal his entire deck in one move, his wicked smirk was back in place and he swiveled his hips on top of Chanyeol’s spent cock.
“Don’t you think you’re being rude Park? I helped you out...” Baekhyun pointed out, one hand lazily stroking his own erection.
Chanyeol took a few minutes to appreciate those gorgeous fingers, thin and long with naturally blush toned nails. They looked absolutely sinful as they tugged on the hard cock. Once Baekhyun realised Chanyeol was watching him, he amped up the show, running two pretty fingers down to his taint. He rubbed teasing circles around the puckered entrance, head thrown back.
Chanyeol wasn’t idle either, he leaned forward and captured one nipple through the shirt. The hardening bud and the roughness of the cotton felt so good against his tongue.
Within minutes Baekhyun was stripped bare, Chanyeol having left marks all over that unblemished skin. He felt drunk with lust, not even slightly satiated with his first orgasm. He was sure he was never going to get Baekhyun like this again, squirming in his lap, hands touching and squeezing at his muscles as he continuously whimpered and rutted against his crotch.
“Tell me what you want babe.”
Baekhyun leaned back at the words, he slowly licked his swollen lips. He clamped his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders and began pushing him down onto the couch. Chanyeol was more than a little confused but allowed himself to be maneuvered until he was lying flat on his back. Baekhyun was now straddling his chest, cock almost brushing his mouth.
“You want a blow job?” Chanyeol asked a little incredulously, there were easier positions to achieve that.
“I want to sit on your face.”
Baekhyun commanded with confidence, yet a flush was quickly making its way down his throat. Chanyeol hesitated only for a second before grasping both thighs and dragging them forward till Baekhyun’s pert bottom was right above his face. His hairless, pink hole looked so pretty and the idea of putting his tongue in it was so filthy, it sent heat surging through his veins.
The first lick had Baekhyun moaning out a curse, even if he wanted this, he hadn’t expected just how good it would feel. How deliciously dirty.
Chanyeol licked in wide strokes, from the puckered entrance till the ballsack. He went back and forth a few times, relishing the mewls and whimpers from above him. His tongue circled the rim, Baekhyun’s hands buried deep in his hair. He closed his mouth over the hole and sucked harshly, smacking Baekhyun’s ass hard when the boy pulled too tightly on his hair.
“F-fuck Chanyeol. God yes, please.”
Chanyeol continued sucking harshly, making the hole even redder. Without warning he thrust his tongue into the tight, wet, heat.
Baekhyun lifted himself up as his back arched,
pleasure short circuiting his entire system. Chanyeol pulled him down with a grunt, thrusting his tongue wildly into his entrance. Baekhyun swiveled his hips, hands braced on the couch as Chanyeol ate him out with unabashed hunger. His fingers were bruising against his thighs and his tongue was sinful coupled with the harsh sucks.
Chanyeol felt depraved, saliva dribbling down his chin as he extended his neck to lave up Baekhyun’s cleft. This felt so good, so unbelievably good.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.”
“Le-less talking, more- ah fuck CHANYEOL!”
Chanyeol had slid in a finger along side his tongue and Baekhyun shuddered violently. Those thick fingers stretched him so good, the glide continuously wet from Chanyeol’s tongue and spit.
“Wait- Chanyeol stop!”
Chanyeol pulled back, a sticky string of saliva still connecting him to Baekhyun’s ass. The boy on top of him quickly slid down, albeit a bit unsteadily.
“What’s wrong?” Chanyeol asked weakly, his voice was gravel.
“I want- “
“You’re wanting an awful lot today Byun”, Chanyeol teased, one hand sliding down Baekhyun’s back to grab at his ass.
“Shut up. I want you to fuck me.”
It was a feat only Baekhyun could manage, seconds away from coming, body painted in bruises and hickeys and somehow still commanding and blunt.
Chanyeol didn’t even bother with a reply, he heaved them both off the couch and sauntered over to the bedroom. Baekhyun squealed at the sudden shift in gravity but locked his legs around a slim waist quickly enough.
He was salivating already, thinking of that huge cock stretching him open, ripping into him. Fuck he would feel so full with Chanyeol inside him. He wanted to feel it in his stomach. Be split open and filled again.
Chanyeol stumbled only twice on the way to the bedroom, a mistake forgiven easily considering they both were still kind of drunk. And that fact was giving the night an almost surreal haze. Consequences didn’t exist, Chanyeol didn’t want to think about what will happen come morning, he just wanted Baekhyun now.
When he reached the bed he roughly threw Baekhyun down, the boy bouncing twice before landing in a heap.
He looked up at him in outrage, “What the fuck you asshole?”
Chanyeol couldn’t even come up with an answer, not when Baekhyun looked absolutely unreal laying out on his sheets. His milky skin flushed pink, spotless save for the myriad bruises and hickeys Chanyeol had left over every inch of his body.
He knelt down on the bed and roughly grabbed Baekhyun’s legs, tugging him forward till their groins came into contact. Both men groaned at the feeling of having their erections frotting against each other.
Baekhyun was pretty loose from his tongue but he didn’t want to take any chances, except when he reached into his bedside drawer he found that his lube bottle was completely empty. Not wanting to delay this any longer, Chanyeol simply stuck two fingers into his own mouth and began slicking them up with spit.
Baekhyun threw his head back as Chanyeol pushed two fingers into him without any warning, scissoring them to stretch him as fast as possible. He was shameless, pushing down against the thick fingers, wanting it deeper.
With a curl of his fingers, three of them now, Chanyeol grazed against Baekhyun’s prostate. Baekhyun screamed as Chanyeol repeatedly flicked his fingers at the same spot. He reached out and grabbed his wrists, breaths racking through his chest harshly.
“Stop. Stop that or I’ll come.”
Chanyeol only smirked before pulling his fingers out. He reared up and grabbed Baekhyun by the hips, turning him until he flopped face down onto the pillows. He pulled his ass up and placed a pillow under his stomach.
Baekhyun looked back at him over his shoulders, bangs in disarray and the prettiest of blushes on his cheeks.
“You better wreck me you son of a-“
His words died in a strangled cry as Chanyeol pushed the head of his cock into the waiting entrance. He hissed at the tightness enveloping the crown. He began with shallow thrusts, trying to get Baekhyun adjusted to his massive size.
When the boy started pushing back, whining unintelligibly, he tried to pull out to come in smoother. Baekhyun screamed out a curse as the bulbous head caught on his rim.
“Fuuuuck. Fuck Chanyeol please.”
Chanyeol’s breathing was elevated, he felt like he could come in seconds. Baekhyun was so tight, so fucking wet and hot. He locked one hand on the boy’s nape and the other on to one full hip.
“Going to fucking destroy you Byun”, he rasped out, pushing until he was buried to the hilt.
The pace was immediately brutal, Chanyeol’s hand bruising on his hips as he snapped his own. The sound of his balls hitting Baekhyun’s ass with each thrust was so lewd.
Baekhyun’s moans were muffled into the pillow as Chanyeol drove into him. Every few minutes he’d bring his large palm down, cracking against a plush ass cheek until it was the prettiest pink and red.
Baekhyun had tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping down onto the pillowcase. He felt like he was actually being split open in two, he was never going to feel full like this again. Chanyeol was so massive, he felt like his dick was rearranging his internal organs as he pummeled into him.
Chanyeol braced one foot on the bed and canted his hips, the angle making him go impossibly deeper. Baekhyun’s body spasmed wildly, unashamedly screaming Chanyeol’s name now, lost in the pleasure of it.
When he was about to come, Chanyeol pulled out, Baekhyun wailing like a child at the loss. He tugged him till he was on his back, his face contorted in pleasure.
He pushed into the gaping hole in one smooth glide and leaned forward to bite at pink nipples.
“Fuck, fuck yes Yeol more, I want more.”
“Yeah baby. So good for me, god I’m not going to let you out of my sight after this,” Chanyeol gritted out.
Baekhyun moaned at the possessive tone, Chanyeol’s eyes were all pupil now. He rammed into him till Baekhyun came with a drawn out sob.
Chanyeol was close and he finally let himself slow down now that Baekhyun had orgasmed, the boy whimpering from oversensitivity. After a few more languid thrusts, he pulled out and began jerking himself. He jacked it hard and fast till he was coming all over Baekhyun’s torso, creamy white overlaying the purpling bruises.
He slumped forward, not even caring that he now had his own come on him, just wanting to be closer to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun had finally caught his breath, but his mind was still foggy from the earth shattering orgasm. He turned till he was facing Chanyeol, who looked supremely satisfied with himself.
With a strange sort of urgency he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Chanyeol’s, their first kiss.
Chanyeol quickly swallowed his surprise at the tenderness and licked into Baekhyun’s mouth, tugging at his lips.
When they finally stopped kissing each other, Baekhyun pulled back with a smile. He brushed Chanyeol’s hair away from his forehead before tucking a loose curl behind his ear.
He giggled at how Chanyeol followed his touch, much like a lovelorn puppy. He rubbed his too large ears until the other man let out a soft moan.
“Not too bad you big, dumb jock”, Baekhyun said, voice hoarse from all the screaming he’d done.
“I rocked your world Byun, I’ve never seen anyone come so hard.”
Baekhyun blushed furiously, not wanting to admit that he’d almost blacked out back there.
“Can I ride you next time?” Baekhyun asked, voice low and sexy.
Chanyeol’s chest warmed at the implication of a ‘next time’ and he smiled involuntarily.
“Sure thing Byun, you better make it worth my while though. You don’t get this sort of grade A dick for free you know.”
Baekhyun snorted and pushed away from him.
“Clean the cum off yourself and get the fuck to sleep Park. See you around.”
Chanyeol was almost dejected until Baekhyun came scampering back. He pecked his lips one last time and muttered a “goodnight jock” before pinching his nipple and heading out.
Chanyeol cleaned himself off as best as he could with his limited dexterity and collapsed into bed, sated and blissed.
🍒 The End 🍒