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When they first met, Baekhyun was high. Maybe that was why he thought that he had a vision in the smoky house, blurred between the haze of that thick fume, hot, humid weather sticking his clothes to his body in an icky way and the only thing still grounding him to reality the sensation of the cold bottle of beer in his hand.
“What are you doing here? Mom and dad told me that you would be out camping with your nerdy friends until the end of the week!” Someone, probably Jaehyun, shouted, going toward the tall guy who looked totally out of place, out of time and that looked at Baekhyun as a deer caught in the lights. Out of everything .
The tall guy was wearing a checked, flannel shirt over a printed t-shirt, large cargo pants and his hair was curly, a bit unruly, sticking weirdly. Cute , Baekhyun thought in the blur of his mind at that moment, almost smiling to himself because usually, he would never approach a guy like that, not even jokingly. He puffed out some smoke, suddenly interested in what Jaehyun was telling to what seemed to be his… brother ? They didn’t look alike at all, though…
Chanyeol didn’t even try to justify himself, simply looking at what was happening in the house and clearly disliking it. “Go away, Yeol . You shouldn’t be here and don’t tell mom and dad what you saw here. Or else…” Jaehyun started saying, poking Chanyeol’s shoulder with his finger and clearly Chanyeol didn’t like the thing but nodded shortly, understanding what the shorter, but probably older was saying.
“Let him join, Jaehyunnie .” Baekhyun let out, smirk opening on his lips before he could drag slightly longer on his joint before offering it to the taller, cocking his eyebrow up. “Wanna join, nerd ? Bet you would like it…” Baekhyun added, puffing out some smoke as he spoke, but the taller just turned around and walked away, making Baekhyun chuckle softly, shaking his head. Obviously .
Baekhyun closed his eyes shortly, resting his head against the couch, feeling suddenly a rush of bitterness that he shooed away immediately with some beer. There was nothing to think about, just letting the day go like that. There wasn’t anything worth fighting anymore, wasn’t it better just to simply enjoy his life like that? Letting himself go and letting things wash over him like they were nothing, hazed and blurred by smoke as that humid Summer afternoon?
He felt only partially Jaehyun’s lips on his neck, asking him if they could start from where they left earlier and honestly Baekhyun wasn’t in the mood anymore, but he didn’t care at all. The high that sex could give him would chase away more thoughts so it was more than welcomed. He nodded shortly, letting the taller do with his body what he preferred.
The second time Baekhyun met Chanyeol, he was less high and definitely sober, sitting in the cafeteria of their campus, alone , a fork tormenting disgusting-looking scrambled eggs with oily bacon that he just took out of a stale bun. Awful . The quality of that cafeteria was becoming worse and worse and…
“C-Can I sit here?” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts, attracting his attention and moving his stare from the disgraceful lunch to the person in front of him. Tall, again even taller than Jaehyun, mop of curly, chocolate brown hair still there, deer-like eyes this time hidden behind a thick pair of black-framed glasses, dressed like he was out of the Big Bang Theory TV series. Again, nerdy .
Baekhyun snorted, gesturing with his head at the empty seat in front of him and realising that the cafeteria was full and his table was the only one with still empty seats. “ Park Junior, am I wrong?” Baekhyun asked him, smirk appearing on his lips and Chanyeol only hint a short nod with his head, but focused immediately on his own food in the tray, not sparing even a glance toward Baekhyun.
And when Baekhyun was sure that that was the maximum interaction he would have with the taller and not even wanting something more because apart from teasing him, Baekhyun didn’t know what to do with him, Chanyeol spoke up. “Your influence on my brother is awful. Stay away from him.” He stated lowly, but with a firm voice and if at first Baekhyun was surprised, then he let out a sound laugh.
“ I have an awful influence on your brother ? Aw, poor baby. Wanna protect his big bro from the bad, bad guys… how cute .” Baekhyun let out, amused about the whole matter because honestly, that was ridiculous . Jaehyun was a dickhead and Baekhyun spent time together with him just because the taller had easier access to drugs, in Baekhyun’s case mostly cannabis, and because his parents were always travelling around the world and his house was empty apart from the nerdy brother now sitting in front of him.
“Seriously. Stop it, my brother is not…” Chanyeol started saying, but Baekhyun let out another amused chuckle, shaking his head. “ Not like me ? Oh, baby , of course he’s not. He’s from a rich family, loaded with old money, living in the best residential area of this amazing city . He’s not like me.” Baekhyun let out, stare levelling on Chanyeol’s face, stare slightly hardened by the comment, reality suddenly feeling too real and losing his appetite completely, finishing the job that the awful-looking lunch couldn’t complete.
In a second, the pain in his shoulder grew stronger than the past few weeks, hurting and haunting him like a bad dream, a permanent mark on his skin, feeling again those hands against his throat and… Baekhyun sat up quickly, picking up his tray and dumping the content in the garbage before walking away not a single word more. He felt like throwing up and he needed not to think about that anymore.
And despite Chanyeol’s words, Baekhyun walked to the place he knew he would find Jaehyun, in the back of the gym, smoking with his friends and joined them, mooching one more joint from him, in exchange for a blowjob. And Baekhyun didn’t care, wouldn’t care anymore , because what’s the point? Nothing could hurt more than what was in his past, those haunting memories and as long as he couldn’t feel anything, everything would be fine.
Baekhyun didn’t even care that it was in front of other people, he knew that Jaehyun loved being seen, it turned him on and made him cum even faster than usual, so Baekhyun couldn’t complain at all. The burning sensation in his mouth and down his throat was pleasant, keeping his head occupied with things and after all, he didn’t dislike that at all so…
“Didn’t think you would show up during school hours, Baek. You usually don’t, I’m not complaining about that, this mouth of yours always works miracles, but still…” Jaehyun stated, slightly inquiring about Baekhyun’s reason but the shorter just shrugged his shoulders, puffing out some smoke, quickly cleaning his chin where a bit of cum still remained.
“Shared lunch with your… brother , I suppose. Told me not to meddle with you, I have, what was it, an awful influence on you .” Baekhyun let out quickly, shaking his head, smirk appearing on his lips and joint resting easily between his slender fingers. Jaehyun’s face immediately changed, clearly disliking the fact that Chanyeol went and spoke to Baekhyun.
“He’s not my brother. He’s my stepbrother . That bitch of his mother married my father when we were fourteen. I’ll tell him to mind his nerdy stuff or I’ll tell some interesting things to our parents. And he wouldn’t like that .” Jaehyun added shortly, scrunching his nose, clearly disgusted by the only idea that Chanyeol could be his brother .
And even before Baekhyun could comment on that, Jaehyun spoke up again. “And you’re such an amazing distraction in this awful place, Baek . Flaming red, as your hair, and smoking hot as the joints that are always between those sinful lips that say the lewdest things and do the lousiest stuff, body to die for…” Jaehyun praised him, getting closer to him, almost trapping him between the wall and his own body.
Baekhyun let out a short chuckle, puffing out some smoke too. “As long as it gives us both pleasure I don’t see the problem. Don’t start again with exclusivity though because you know that your stepmother is not the only bitch in this discourse.” Baekhyun let out, glancing quickly toward him. Jaehyun let out a low chuckle, leaning down and biting shortly Baekhyun’s neck, playfully.
“I know that you’re a whore, baby, no worries. It’s all fun and games, am I wrong?” Jaehyun asked him and Baekhyun snorted, nodding, fingers carding through the taller’s hair. “Let’s meet after school and I show you how fun it can be to worship this whore’s body.” Baekhyun declared and, judging by the dark glint in Jaehyun’s eyes, he knew that he would get laid that afternoon.
“I’ll pick you up. Let’s drive to the ocean like last time in that abandoned hut?” Jaehyun countered, but Baekhyun shook his head. “I can’t be out too long today or my tutor will kick my ass and I can’t afford to lose his support and this college. Let’s do a quickie in your car?” He proposed, scrunching his nose, not liking at all the whole matter but knowing that he had no other possibilities.
Jaehyun wasn’t happy but agreed. Sex was sex after all and sex with Baekhyun always meant one hundred percent satisfaction . And they both knew it oh so well …
Magically, he arrived home just a few minutes earlier than his tutor, enough to clear around and take a quick shower not to stink like smoke and sex. He glanced quickly toward the mirror, fixing his red hair in a neat way for how possible and then put on a clean shirt and some shorts.
Kim Junmyeon was his tutor and a distant cousin of his family. He took custody of Baekhyun after shit happened in the Byun family. After that Baekhyun testified against his own father, after his mother took her life away and tried to kill Baekhyun in the process but, sadly , without success. Baekhyun clicked his tongue, downing a small bottle of water, trying to push the memories away, not wanting to let himself go to those.
Junmyeon was kind to him, paying for his studies as long as Baekhyun’s grades were good, always worrying about him and asking him how he settled down in the new city and with his new small apartment not too far from the university. Slightly taller than him, affirmed in his architectural work, with a nice family only partially aware of all the things Baekhyun went through before arriving there.
“Hey, Baekhyunnie, how are you? Everything is fine?” He asked him, patting Baekhyun’s head shortly and making Baekhyun scrunch his nose, shaking his head. “I’m not a puppy, Myeon. Stop treating me like…” Baekhyun started saying but Junmyeon chuckled softly, smiling at him.
“I see you well. Even though Doctor Zhang told me you’re not going to his studio anymore. Is there any problem? Are you feeling unwell?” Junmyeon asked him and Baekhyun pressed his lips in a thin line, shaking his head. Doctor Zhang Yixing was in charge of Baekhyun’s mental health and supposedly every three-week Baekhyun should have gone to his studio to tell him about his life and what was happening and how the progress was going.
However, in the past three months, Baekhyun didn’t go a single time there, relying fully on his other addictions not to think about nasty stuff from the past or to feel good , not with himself, but at least filled , and quite literally.
“On the contrary, I’m feeling better. I’ll go to Doc. Zhang next week Myeon, no worries.” Baekhyun assured him, small smile appearing on his lips, and Junmyeon looked at him, studying him trying to understand what was going on in his head, but then he nodded shortly, smiling back at him.
Somehow Baekhyun always managed to fool Junmyeon. He studied a lot for his grades and his attendance was perfect, only a few lessons were skipped here and there but a good student. And despite the fact that he slept around brought him a bad reputation than others, but never enough to be talked about between teachers. Maybe also because Baekhyun went with some of them too or maybe not…
Junmyeon smiled toward him, patting his head again. “I’m glad. The living proof that despite what happened, you could heal and live a normal life. I’m really proud of you, Baekhyunnie.” He added and Baekhyun felt like dying inside, weird guilt feeling creeping inside him, making him want to throw up and what the fuck … And instead, he simply smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you, hyung . I’m really grateful for what you’re doing for me.” He replied, smile never leaving his lips and once again Junmyeon was convinced about that.
They ate something together but then Junmyeon got called by his own family and he had to leave in a rush. Not that Baekhyun minded, at all . He immediately took his phone and, after reaching his bathroom, he pulled down his trousers and boxer, revealing a limping erection.
He tugged it a bit, enough for it to be hard and a bit leaking on his tip and then took a video of himself jerking off almost until completion and sent it to three of the guys he usually fucked around with and that lived closer to his apartment. Hopefully, one of them would reply and ask him to go over to their house for a fuck. Baekhyun needed white in his head as in his body, filling him completely and not letting space for any other thoughts.
Not even five minutes and Woonho already replied, a quick won't’ you come over? I can do better than those slender fingers of yours… don’t you wanna have a bit more fun? And Baekhyun didn’t let the other wait, typing a brief on my way there and putting on some more comfortable clothes, easier to remove and put on, he went there, knowing already that the other would have his apartment empty, beer in his fridge and probably something to smoke too. Baekhyun couldn’t ask for any better…
The third time he met Chanyeol, he was high again, again at Jaehyun’s house. He was picking up two beers from the fridge when the entrance door opened and Chanyeol entered the house, glaring at Baekhyun. They both stilled, studying each other, even though Baekhyun knew what the other thought about him and he was about to speak up when Jaehyun entered the room too.
“ Again ? Did you argue with your nerdy friends over something stupid again? Why are you here so early?” Jaehyun asked him and Chanyeol huffed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then go away, we have adult matters to settle here, not playing games as you and your lame friends do.” Jaehyun declared, arm circling Baekhyun’s waist, pulling him closer to himself, making Baekhyun shake his head shortly.
“Maybe Park Junior wants to join us, Jaehyunnie . Or if not join at least watch ?” Baekhyun declared, unbuttoning his shirt and letting Jaehyun’s hands roam over his chest. Jaehyun lost control way too easily, lifting Baekhyun’s up and making him sit on the counter, lips lacing on his neck, starting to kiss him and sucking some hickies there.
But Baekhyun’s stare was fixed on Chanyeol who froze in the entryway, not making any gesture to do anything or to go away, simply indeed witnessing what was happening and… well maybe it was a family matter loving to watch Baekhyun getting on, especially when high. He bit his lips briefly when Jaehyun’s fingers brushed his nipple, but he couldn’t contain a low moan when the taller groped his dick, massaging it up and down.
Baekhyun moaned softly but loud enough to be heard for sure from Chanyeol too. And the lewd sound was enough to wake the guy up and after muttering such a freak , he literally ran up the stairs, probably hiding in his room. Too bad , Baekhyun didn’t dislike spectators.
And Baekhyun didn’t know how many other times like that happened, but more than a few for sure, enough that he was starting to get the idea that maybe Chanyeol could be… a virgin . Because how come that he was so interested in sex? Especially in seeing his stepbrother having intercourse with one of his sex-buddies? But then he realised that it wasn’t only his stepbrother the matter because Baekhyun had chances of meeting Chanyeol in weird contexts after that he did something nasty with other guys too at the campus and Chanyeol was always around the area after it. Weird . So one day he decided to face him about the matter.
He had just one of the best campus fuck in the world, his ass slightly aching but the whole experience was more than pleasant, when he met again Chanyeol. “Ah, you. Again .” Baekhyun greeted him, making Chanyeol click his tongue. “I’m gonna tell my brother what you did, you know? You’re playing around with him.” Chanyeol let out, shaking his head, fixing the glasses on his nose, but Baekhyun let out an amused chuckle, crossing his arm to his chest.
“Go ahead. He knows that he’s not the only one I’m fucking with. Wanna be invited next time? Maybe you would like it more than with your duteous brother. Or would you like it better considering that he’s your step brother?” Baekhyun asked him, licking his lips slowly but seeing Chanyeol scrunch his nose at the idea, clearly disgusted.
“Oh. So the matter is another, then… You want some fun too? I ask only for some cigarettes or a few beers in exchange. Pretty cheap, don’t you think? I could teach you a thing or two in the meantime…” Baekhyun let out, fingers going to gently caress Chanyeol’s chin, seeing the taller gulp down soundly. Cute .
And when he didn’t reply, Baekhyun smiled toward him, getting even closer, almost enough to feel Chanyeol’s warmth on his own body. “I won’t eat you. Unless you want to…” Baekhyun whispered, seeing Chanyeol’s eyes growing wide in surprise, lips parting softly. Despite the whole nerdy vibes he had, Chanyeol was tall and broad and Baekhyun had to admit that he had a pretty face too, with big deer eyes, soft lips and those adorable big ears.
Suddenly, a pang of guilt rushed through his body, realising what he was doing and stepping back immediately. Chanyeol wasn’t that type of guy . He wasn’t like Jaehyun or the others who already had their own reputation and Baekhyun would just play with them as they did with him. No. Chanyeol was innocent, naive, still unaware of how fucked up that world was. He needed to be protected from people like Baekhyun , not go along with them.
Luckily he was saved by his phone vibrating in his pocket and when he pulled it out he saw a call from Jaehyun. “Gotta go, your brother’s calling.” Baekhyun let out, walking away and picking up the call. Really, that was a close one. He needed to stay as far as possible from Chanyeol.
Despite his words, after that realisation, Baekhyun was more aware of Chanyeol’s presence around and it was clear that Baekhyun started to involuntarily intervene every time that Chanyeol was bullied or involved in something that could potentially create problems for him. The gestures weren’t decided in advance, simply they happened and Baekhyun couldn’t do anything to prevent them.
He didn’t know why he felt the need to start that, but maybe the awareness that Chanyeol was indeed naive and somehow should have been protected brought something out of Baekhyun, some urge of preservation or some shit like that and he felt the need to stop whoever wanted to hurt or bully Chanyeol. Nothing more nothing less.
“Is something happening with Yeol?” Jaehyun asked Baekhyun one afternoon and Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders while smoking slowly on the couch of a friend they had in common. Said friend just jerked off while Baekhyun let Jaehyun fucking him over and over again. Just a random afternoon in Baekhyun’s free time.
“What do you mean?” Baekhyun asked him and Jaehyun pressed his lips in a thin line. “Today you shoved a guy twice your height and thrice your weight just because he was calling Yeol a nerdy faggot . What about your policy of absolute indifference to the matters of the campus?” Jaehyun asked him, fingers caressing Baekhyun’s naked thigh up and down.
Baekhyun let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “Don’t overthink it, Jaehyunnie . I’m not interested in laying a single finger on your stepbrother . No worries.” Baekhyun declared, shaking his head before puffing some smoke toward the ceiling, feeling Jaehyun’s hand gripping slightly harder on his thigh.
“I don’t know, maybe you got into nerdy guys all of a sudden…” Jaehyun offered, making Baekhyun laugh soundly, shaking his head and a soft as if leaving his lips. “And if you recover, maybe Kiwon wants to jerk off a few times more? Or maybe he wants to join us too…?” Baekhyun asked him, licking his lips, stare immediately moving toward the shorter guy who was with them that time, seeing how hard he still was in his trousers.
And when Jaehyun was about to answer, Baekhyun stopped him, head hinting toward the shorter. “I want to hear it from you, handsome . Wanna join or you will be cowardly sitting there, dreaming about touching me for a while more?” Baekhyun breathed, sitting up and going to stand in front of the guy who gulped down, looking at Baekhyun’s half-naked body, clearly wanting a taste of it.
“I’m not… experienced though, hyung .” Kiwon replied, making Baekhyun snort, opening in a smirk. “Let hyung teach you something, then? So you will know how to treat your future lover properly…” Baekhyun whispered, removing his shirt again, standing naked there, seeing the lust sipping in the shorter’s stare.
Sex, drugs and alcohol. As long as Baekhyun had those three in his life, nothing else mattered. He didn’t care how many guys or men would touch him, calling him pretty or whore, using his body for mere pleasure. As long as that would tone down Baekhyun’s memories and feelings, everything would be fine.
His behaviour though didn’t go unnoticed to Chanyeol too, apparently. The first times he didn’t say anything, but then he started to sit near Baekhyun during lunch break, to walk with him in the corridors and so on… They really made a mismatch. Chanyeol was always dressed with comfy clothes, fidgeting with things, looking as nerdy as he probably was, while Baekhyun was always dressed on point, stylish, make-up never missing from his face, fingers always flexed on cigarettes or joints (when he was sitting alone in the park), and walking like the sexy person he was, attitude and behaviour showing even in how he walked around.
And somewhere in between those happenings, they started talking , something that Baekhyun almost never did with anybody. Because despite the time he spent with Jaehyun, it was mainly for sex, he didn’t know a single thing about Baekhyun’s past, his family and his scars, while Baekhyun knew everything about the Parks. Must be a dream to have such a beautiful family. Because what Jaehyun lamented, to Baekhyun sounded like a caring mother and father and a studious stepbrother who had his same age and they could potentially be… friends .
“I know Jaehyun hates me because his father had an affair with my mother even before Jaehyun’s mother died, but sometimes I wish we could just… get along? It must be nice to have a brother…” Chanyeol let out one day, while they were sitting under a tree and Baekhyun was smoking slowly after the lunch break.
Baekhyun let out a snort, shaking his head. “Not always.” He replied enigmatically, seeing Chanyeol frown and he was about to ask something when he realised that something stuck to his hair when he leaned on the tree behind them. When he touched whatever it was with his hands, he retracted them immediately, disgusted look on his face.
Baekhyun smiled shortly, picking up some hand sanitizer from his bag and pouring some on Chanyeol’s hands, seeing him deflate and slowly rub his hands together and then Baekhyun looked to Chanyeol’s hair seeing a bit of resin there and removing it immediately with a tissue.
“T-Thanks,” Chanyeol breathed and Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders, but he started to know Chanyeol better. Chanyeol wasn’t only nerdy as Jaehyun called him but he probably had some autistic traits even though or not addressed properly or that Chanyeol himself even wasn’t aware of. Baekhyun saw kids like Chanyeol a lot those few years he spent in the orphanage before Junmyeon became his legal tutor, becoming of legal age too.
And he learnt to understand them and ease them instead of pressuring them, realising how difficult must have been especially during childhood and when nobody understood or worse accepted those traits and peculiarities. Chanyeol didn’t seem to have resentment toward his parents, but heavens only knew how much they knew about those signs .
“And put some sunscreen on, here, or you will burn your pretty face and we don’t want it to be irritable and itchy, right?” Baekhyun added, handing him a small stick of sunscreen, seeing Chanyeol’s eyes go even wider in surprise. “I-I… how do you know?” Chanyeol asked him, making Baekhyun chuckle softly, slightly tapping his own cheek.
“What do you think it’s the secret to be so soft and never burnt? Come on, it’s also scent free so it shouldn’t trigger you.” Baekhyun explained, smiling briefly before puffing some smoke far from Chanyeol’s face. There was a minute of silence but then Chanyeol diligently put the sunscreen on before giving back the stick to Baekhyun.
“I… can I ask you something?” Chanyeol let out softly, fingers playing with the sleeve of his cardigan and Baekhyun frowned but nodded shortly, before pressing the cigarette on the ground, putting the bottom aside to pick it up when they were to go back.
“Why, uhm, you… do that ?” Chanyeol asked, clearly evasive, and Baekhyun pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to understand what that was. “You mean saving your cute ass every time someone comes and pisses you off or touches your stuff when you don’t want to? Or … something else?” Baekhyun retorted, trying to understand what was the deal with Chanyeol suddenly being secretive on what he wanted to ask, clearly unsure.
“Ah, no, this later. Later . Why do you go with… Jaehyun or other guys and do things with them…” Chanyeol explained, biting his bottom lips while explaining what was going on in his head and Baekhyun scrunched his nose, pressing his lips in a thin line. “I preferred the other question, actually…” he let out softly, fingers carding through his hair, messing it up and then glancing toward Chanyeol.
“You mean the sex ? Or joints and cigarettes and…?” Baekhyun asked back, seeing Chanyeol blush at the sex word, but then nod briefly muttering a small everything to which Baekhyun inhaled deeply, wondering which excuses would be fine this time. “Because it’s nice. Just for fun. We’re young, what’s wrong with wanting to have fun and fuck around a bit?” Baekhyun replied shortly, forcing a small smile and Chanyeol looked at him intensely, almost like he was staring into his soul and then pressed his lips in a thin line.
“Whenever you feel comfortable talking about it with someone, I’ll be glad to listen to you as you do with my family matters.” Chanyeol concluded before sitting up because he saw someone getting closer to them. Jaehyun . He was the only one who could immediately shut Chanyeol down, stare losing all the sparkle, the glint he had in his eyes when he was with Baekhyun and he started to feel safe with him.
“Here you are. I was looking for you…” Jaehyun stated, clearly talking with Baekhyun and the shorter nodded shortly. “Found Chanyeollie in the cafeteria, we were talking a bit…” Baekhyun stated, forcing a short smile even though he started to dislike those effects Jaehyun had on his stepbrother. What exactly happened between them?
“Oh, was he telling you about his OF account? Or those disgusting videos he takes sometimes?” Jaehyun asked him, clearly out of spite, not thinking rationally in his mind. And Baekhyun could see in an instant Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide in surprise and then something cracking inside him. His secrets, or some of them, were out, in the sun, in front of Baekhyun who was probably the last person Chanyeol would have wanted to know.
“Oh, he didn’t? Such a pity, you could have joined him and raised his views a bit, considering that nobody wants to see his small cock and what he does there…” Jaehyun continued and even before Baekhyun could react, Chanyeol was already fleeing the scene, running as far as his lanky legs could bring him, disappearing from their sight immediately.
Baekhyun’s stare flew on Jaehyun’s face, angry. “You’re such a dick. Why humiliate him like this?” Baekhyun asked, upset and clearly not understanding what was going on in the taller’s head. But Jaehyun snorted, shaking his head. “At least you know that he’s not cute, naive and pure as you think he is. He’s a nerdy loser, who posts videos online so that perverts can watch them and tell him how fine he is? Lame .” Jaehyun stated, making Baekhyun huff, shaking his head clearly not happy with that retort.
“Come on, you watched them then? To know oh so well their contents. Did you get hard watching your baby stepbrother’s videos? Did you touch yourself while doing it? Or you dreamt of inviting him to join us so you could get hard faster?” Baekhyun spouted, using the same weapons against Jaehyun whose eyes grew wide in surprise, totally unexpecting that reaction from Baekhyun, probably thinking that the shorter would say that it was lame as well, bullying Chanyeol as he did.
“What the hell, no! Disgusting ! Who would jerk off watching his videos?” Jaehyun asked him, clearly annoyed by the whole matter and Baekhyun chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I don’t know… You get hard when people watch you, so…” Baekhyun retorted but Jaehyun was already pushing him against the tree.
“What should we say about you then? Crying and moaning like a stray dog in heat, wanting your hole to be filled constantly, without caring if it’s the same person or more than one. Filthy whore .” Jaehyun blurted out, trying to insult him, but Baekhyun laughed again in his face, smirk getting larger on it.
“Still, you keep coming to this slutty hole, and you like how it clenches on your pitiful cock, uhm? You can always stop, you know? I can find oh so many more like you and even with thicker dicks than the one you have here,” Baekhyun growled lowly, hand moving to suddenly squeeze Jaehyun’s cock, strongly, almost hurting, seeing the taller flinch and… woah he was hard in his trousers.
Baekhyun snorted again, pushing him away, eyebrow raising, clearly judging. “Who’s filthy here? You look so dumb right now…” He concluded walking away and despite considering that a win , he felt aching inside for Chanyeol. He needed to find a way to talk to the taller and tell him that he didn’t care about those videos, about him having a OF channel… It was okay with Baekhyun and they could still spend time together, sometimes, if he still wanted to.
That chance arrived a few days later when Baekhyun was hanging around Jaehyun’s house again, less high than usual but realising that that was the only way he had to meet Chanyeol if he wanted to settle things. So he finally gave in to Jaehyun, letting him fuck him as he wanted, knowing that after that Jaehyun would always nap a bit and he would have the time to go and look for Chanyeol’s room.
And when he found it, joint still between his lips, he slightly knocked on the door. When there was no reply, he knocked again. “ Chanyeollie ,” he called softly and he could hear some sounds coming from inside the room but nobody came and opened the door. “I just want to talk with you… I really don’t care about those videos, your OF channel, anything… I saw you’re not stopping by the cafeteria. Are you eating enough? Not that the cafeteria’s food is any good or healthy…” he let out, leaning his back to the door and smoking slowly, feeling slightly numb and clearly in a haze due to the smoke and…
“I do. Now please go away. And stop smoking in front of my room. I don’t want my parents to know and Jaehyun is idiot enough to give them a headache already…” Chanyeol stated from inside, making Baekhyun straighten his back and, after one more blow, he pressed the almost finished joint in the ashtray that he picked up from the living room. “I’m not smoking anymore, can I enter though? Just wanna talk a bit and see your pretty face… I’m sure you’re not using sunscreen either these days…” Baekhyun continued and there was another long silence, enough that he thought that he would get a silent treatment but then the door opened, showing Chanyeol with soft clothes, messy hair and glasses slipping down his nose.
“Hello there,” Baekhyun greeted him, smiling softly, maybe a bit dumbly too considering that he was still a bit high, but Chanyeol was glaring at him. “I know you fucked my brother. You can enter only if you took a shower.” Chanyeol declared, making Baekhyun snort, showing his half-damp hair. “It’s not sweat, Chanyeollie. Your stepbrother doesn’t get me sweating this much, unfortunately…” he declared, seeing Chanyeol smile softly, understanding the meaning behind it and showing him inside.
The room was big, with shelves full of plushies and action figures, a big dark desk with a last generation computer, clearly modified probably by Chanyeol himself, and woah , Baekhyun had to admit that it was amazing . His lips parted in surprise, not knowing exactly where to look because there were so many things and on the huge ass bed there were more plushes and the walls were filled with posters of manga, anime and videogames. Woah .
“Don’t look around too much and don’t touch anything. Nobody enters here apart from me.” Chanyeol declared, closing the door immediately and locked it again a few times just to be sure. Baekhyun was surprised beyond measure. “Woah, Chanyeollie , it’s…” he started saying but Chanyeol sighed in defeat. “Nerdy, I know. Jaehyun never stops bothering me with this and how I’m wasting our parents’ money for idiocies .” Chanyeol let out, sitting on the gaming chair near the desk and Baekhyun shook his head, out of words because woah .
That was what it would be like to be the son of a rich family, parents letting you buy things as you wanted, following your dreams, hobbies and passions. Baekhyun felt the pain but ignored, remembering himself were he was and how he could get another joint, and maybe another fuck, later from Jaehyun downstairs. It wasn’t about him at that moment…
“I find it amazing, Chanyeollie . Is that a Soul Eater figurine? Ah… god this brings memories…” Baekhyun let out, observing the shelves but without touching as Chanyeol asked him. Chanyeol was surprised but nodded, letting Baekhyun roam in his room, looking at things and commenting on the ones he liked the most or that were part of his past passions and hobbies too. There was a bitterness at the back of his head, stabbing in his chest, wondering if he could have been a programmer too, a game developer if only his parents weren’t…
He shook his head, smiling toward Chanyeol. “Are you sure I can sit on your bed? The carpet is fine as well. I know I’m already invading your space like this.” Baekhyun let out softly, smiling at him, but Chanyeol was shaking his head fervently, gesturing to the bed. And Baekhyun sat there, finding it super soft and… that whole room smelt like Chanyeol’s shampoo, probably something acerola-based, sweet and fruity.
“I… really don’t mind those videos or your channel, Chanyeol. We all have our secrets… and your stepbrother is a dickhead, I told him too, because what’s the point in outing you like this, especially with me that I do way worse than whatever you can do in those videos…” Baekhyun breathed shortly, shrugging his shoulders, but seeing Chanyeol’s purse his lips, clearly disagreeing with that sentence and kinda making Baekhyun wonder why .
“I… uhm, don’t take videos where I talk or where I show my face because I’m… afraid . But I-I started when I needed some money for a top-up and I didn’t want to ask my parents for it and one of my only friends told me that there were people, doing videos on OF, just for… fun , but that they could have a lot of followers and views and money ?” Chanyeol started saying, fingers torturing his cardigan and biting his bottom lip, not looking toward Baekhyun who started to get more and more intrigued on what exactly Chanyeol was doing in those videos.
“And I, uhm, searched for what people wanted, how they would like these videos to be made or what to express and… I come up with a concept that it’s somehow an expression of myself too, despite not showing my face. I… write small sentences , describe actions and then I put them on videos, with sex-toys or things like this…” Chanyeol finally confessed and Baekhyun’s eyes went wide in surprise, totally unexpecting it but now even more curious than before.
“Can I… watch one? Just to understand what you mean?” Baekhyun asked him, seeing Chanyeol blush to his hair, fidgeting with the mouse on the mousepad for a second before he could nod and turn around to reach the site and showing Baekhyun what he meant with those sentences + videos .
Surprisingly, they were really well produced, video clear and high-quality, and on it there were small sentences like and when you know that he’s jealous and you did something bad, he growls in your ear, claiming again what belongs to him, thrusting deeper inside you, showing you why he’s the right one for you and you should want his cock inside and no one else.
And in the meantime in the video there was a low voice, a deep growl, and then a squelching sound before the video could pan on a transparent male toy, and one of the thickest cock Baekhyun ever saw. And said cock was engulfed in the clearly too tight toy, and at first slowly and then deeper used producing more squelching sound, as lewd as possible and groans and moans came with it until the obvious conclusion of an orgasm, and the clear visual of the abused toy, dripping with white, thick cum.
Baekhyun gulped down and never as in that moment, he dreamt to be a sextoy, filled to the brim first with thick, thick cock and then with hot, sticky semen . He was hard only at the thought. “It’s cringe , right?” Chanyeol asked him, waking him up from his daydream and Baekhyun shook his head fervently. “No, not at all! They look so well produced and… woah , these are the views?” Baekhyun asked him back only in that moment noticing the huge ass number shown on the screen and Chanyeol nodded, flustered and clearly embarrassed.
“I-I, woah , man. That’s… a lot. You… is this yours?” Baekhyun asked, gently tapping on the screen where the thick cock was still visible in the stop-frame and Chanyeol blushed even darker, cheeks becoming burgundy. “W-Whose else, Baekhyun-ssi? I-I want this as secret as possible. That’s why there’s never my face and I don’t know how Jaehyun found these, really…” Chanyeol let out clearly annoyed and dejected about his stepbrother finding out about those.
Baekhyun’s brain was a bit hazed in that moment, high in the drugs he did before and in the idea that that beautiful, veiny, thick cock was Chanyeol’s. “I-I… your stepbrother is an ass. It turns him on seeing others masturbate and when others watch him too. Probably he found those on the web and realised it was you from some details, your hand or your, uhm, dick ?” Baekhyun supposed, suddenly unable to articulate correct sentences and… in his mind there was only thick thick cock .
Wondering how it would be inside him, filling him properly, deeper than the others did, veins brushing against his walls, slowly but with intention, making Baekhyun want more and harder, deeper and… “ Ew , TMI, Baekhyun-ssi. I didn’t want to know this about Jaehyun…” Chanyeol let out disgusted at the idea and made Baekhyun chuckle softly, shaking his head.
“You asked, I gave you a reply. How do you cope with this, though? I mean, you must be pretty organised with everything to do it all alone. Even the filming is not shaking at all…” Baekhyun noted, head gesturing toward the screen and Chanyeol scrunched his nose, clearly understanding what Baekhyun meant.
“It’s not only that… Recently, I… my viewers started asking me to do this with someone real , to get a better sense of reality to everything . But honestly… who would want to do this with me? Jaehyun is right. I’m a nerd guy, with childish hobbies apart from this and nobody would ever just… accept to do this for filming purposes only,” Chanyeol muttered, leaning his head down before showing Baekhyun the graph with the views of his channel that were clearly going down, not up.
“People are telling me that they start to get repetitive and without a real person on the other side, they will always be a bit cringe, especially some scenes and scenarios that I can’t afford without another person with me.” Chanyeol explained shortly and, maybe Baekhyun was still too high on cannabis or just the idea to be filled as that way too tight toy with Chanyeol’s cock, but his lips moved on their own.
“I would do that with you.” Baekhyun let out shortly, shrugging his shoulders and Chanyeol’s stare flew on Baekhyun’s face, clearly totally unexpecting this outcome. “I-I… Baekhyun-ssi, what, I…” Chanyeol started saying and Baekhyun forced a short chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have said that, who would want to do that with me…” he rebutted immediately before picking up his phone that was vibrating in his pocket.
“I-I need to go now, before your stepbrother woke up and get the wrong idea or anything. Thanks for talking with me about these, Chanyeollie , good luck.” Baekhyun declared, literally running away from that room and what the actual fuck just happened ?!
He borrowed some weed from Jaehyun who was still sleeping on the couch and without making too much noise he went back home, continuously thinking about what just happened and… he really was dumb. How could he think that somebody as Chanyeol wanted to, even just for filming purposes , fuck with someone as Baekhyun? Impossible.
Baekhyun went back home, finding it empty and feeling suddenly the weight of everything that happened that day, not only that last bullshit. He knew why and what happened in that house and why he should have started keeping his distance from Jaehyun too. Not that he was a big loss considering how short he lasted while fucking and how his cock wasn’t even a third compared to Chanyeol’s but Baekhyun had to keep the fuck out of the Park’s family affairs.
He felt the weight on his shoulders and again the phantom of those hands around his throat, squeezing, hard, enough to be difficult to breathe. But this time he wasn’t out, he wasn’t with someone else, no. He was alone, in his house and memories flooded in, like a dam just broke, making Baekhyun feel like he didn’t deserve to be there, to be alive, and why didn’t he just go when his mother tried to kill him? Everything would have been oh so easy for everyone…
And it would be so easy to just… do it . Easy to find a place where it wouldn’t be bothersome to hang and even to remove, no blood no hassle for anyone. Or maybe just in the bathtub, after a bit of those sleep pills that Doctor Zhang gave him and he never took and that could easily cause an overdose. Or that shiny knife that was glinting faintly in the kitchen light, washed and left there to dry near the basin and…
A buzz disrupted his tunnel of thoughts, bringing him back to reality, realising that his breath was shaky and short and that he already had the knife in his hand. He dropped it on the floor almost disgusted by his thoughts, hands shakily picking up his phone and seeing a message from Chanyeol.
I would be honoured to accept your proposal if you’re still up to it. I owe you something, Baekhyun-ssi, it’s a great chance to give new life to my channel finally. I’m so grateful.
The message was cute, written in pure Chanyeol-style, with a bit of emoticons, and cute antics filtering through those words too. And Baekhyun smiled softly at the message, clouds slowly fading away from his mind, thoughts immediately focused again on Chanyeol and how it could be that there was such a huge , quite literally, difference between his soft personality and what he did online.
Reason why, after replying with a short cool, lemme know when it’s better for you and starting like that a short exchange of messages that culminated into the idea that Baekhyun’s house was better because it was far from Jaehyun and his parents, Baekhyun finally gave in to temptation and went to jerk off, watching other videos on Chanyeol’s channel.
The day finally arrived and Baekhyun went to pick up Chanyeol at the metro station, stopping by the minimart to buy some drinks and things that could be useful for that afternoon. Chanyeol was a bit worried about everything and stressed because, despite surprisingly not being his first time, he didn’t have as much experience as Baekhyun did.
“You will do amazing, Chanyeollie , I’m sure about it.” Baekhyun tried to reassure him but the younger was still doubting. So Baekhyun had an idea. He was smoking on the small balcony he had and went inside with still his joint on. “You sure you don’t wanna try? It will ease you down a bit…” Baekhyun proposed but Chanyeol was already shaking his head, scrunching his nose.
“I… don’t like the smell of it, sorry. It sticks to people and clothes and… Not for me, no.” Chanyeol breathed softly, forcing a short smile. Baekhyun hummed, finishing it shortly and going to retrieve a beer. “Not even this?” He asked but Chanyeol shook his head again. “No, thank you. Water is just fine.” He replied softly, almost like he wanted to apologise about something but Baekhyun was already shaking his head too.
“No worries, I mean we’re quite different but we can get along nevertheless, no?” Baekhyun asked him and Chanyeol nodded briefly, fixing his glasses on his nose before patting the small camera he had mounted on a tripod. “Let’s talk about today’s concept?” Chanyeol asked him and Baekhyun nodded even though he was a bit surprised. There was something sad in Chanyeol at the difference mention…
After explaining the concept, that would be something along the lines of prohibited love that needed to be consumed behind closed doors and in a rush of passion and lust , Baekhyun hummed briefly, fingers touching his chin. “So, uhm, you want to film just the last part, right? The real sex scene… I need a bit of lube and time to stretch myself open. You won’t fit in otherwise…” Baekhyun declared, moving toward his nightstand to pick up an almost empty bottle of lube.
There was an instant of silence and then Chanyeol spoke up. “I-I… can do it for you, if you allow me to. So there won’t be any cuts between this and the real thing . It will seem more natural…” Chanyeol breathed softly, biting his bottom lip and Baekhyun almost dropped the lube because holy shit, please, yes . It would be less awkward also that only fucking without not touching a bit each other before, just to understand how their bodies were and how they would react.
“Yes, sure. Cool . I think you did this too already, right?” Baekhyun asked him and Chanyeol nodded, fixing the position of the tripod better, focusing on the area of the bed that he wanted to take. “Sometimes on myself too. So no worries, I got this.” Chanyeol admitted and woah , another revelation. Chanyeol was a switch as Baekhyun was?! Amazing .
“Fine, then I’ll undress and kneel on the bed. You are dressed like that or you change clothes?” Baekhyun asked him, knowing that in some of his videos, Chanyeol had some dress up and Chanyeol shook his head, picking up a white shirt and black slack from a bag, neatly folded and woah , unexpected.
Baekhyun gave him privacy though, starting to busy himself with his own stuff not to make Chanyeol feel embarrassed or observed even though, holy shit , Chanyeol’s physique was perfect, suiting both formal suits and pretty dresses with pink ribbons and… Baekhyun pressed those thoughts away, trying to focus on the moment even though he was getting a bit hard too.
Chanyeol looked honestly handsome like that, sleeves rolled up his arms, slacks fitting perfectly his figure and when he reached Baekhyun near the bed, Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel desire , lust for the man who was about to touch him just for filming purposes . He was smoking hot, as he directed Baekhyun on how to kneel, how not to face the camera for obvious privacy matters , how names were forbidden and whatever in the range of love, baby, babe, honey, sweetheart or whatever else would be just fine and Baekhyun nodded, diligently doing what Chanyeol asked him, expectations rising over and beyond.
“I’ll start recording now so it will be smoother the transaction to the real thing , but remember these rules, okay?” Chanyeol asked him and Baekhyun nodded giving him a thumbs up, making Chanyeol chuckle softly and maybe, finally, easing him down a bit.
That started their act that Baekhyun lived oh so fully that he decided that he could do that every day, all day . Chanyeol was delicate in fingering him open, pouring even too much lube which was fine because it made the sounds louder and more squelchy . And his fingers were thick, reaching well inside him, filling and stretching him, making him arch his back, pressing against the ministrations, clearly enjoying it even though the lack of talk kinda made Baekhyun aware of everything and his brain was spinning in the wrong ways .
Luckily it didn’t last much and when Chanyeol inserted the fourth finger, surprised by Baekhyun’s elasticity , he muttered a soft Should we start ? to which Baekhyun chuckled softly, leaning his head better down, legs spreading a bit more, going nearer to where Chanyeol was standing near the bed.
And he would have liked to turn around and look at that cock when he heard the zip of Chanyeol’s trousers coming down, but he knew the rules and simply kept his position, feeling Chanyeol’s hand caressing his side, slowly, sweetly, and then he felt the head of Chanyeol’s cock brushing against his entrance. Big .
“Finally alone, baby .” Chanyeol breathed lowly, starting to thrust inside Baekhyun who gripped harder on the blanket, feeling the stretch quite well despite everything and when Chanyeol bottomed out, Baekhyun couldn’t help but moan. “Finally, yes ,” he let out pleased with how perfectly Chanyeol was filling him, too bad that apparently, Chanyeol put on a condom, but safe sex was better than no sex. Especially with a…
Chanyeol started slowly to move, pulling out almost enough to be completely out again and then deep in again, making Baekhyun groan, arching his back to better allow Chanyeol’s movements, for him to reach deeper and with the right angle to make them both feel good . “Ah, baby , you still feel so tight but so wet and hot for me. Wish I could imprint the shape of my cock inside you…” Chanyeol let out, starting a steadier pace, and fuck , maybe Baekhyun now regretted the silence, because those words were too arousing , making him whimper under the ministrations, wanting more.
“Ah, it’s not enough… To compensate for all the time I dreamt for this, only yours, darling , do me harder. I’m all yours to take,” Baekhyun moaned loudly, pressing better against Chanyeol’s thrusts and feelings his hands roaming over his back and waist and god, how much he wanted them in his hair, pulling, calling him names, treating him roughly almost like that sex toy of the video.
Chanyeol groaned too, starting a faster pace, thick erection reaching deeper and better inside Baekhyun making him groan and moan. “ Perfection, look at you, taking my cock this well. Such a pretty baby for me. Do you want more? Tell me how much you want it, baby…” Chanyeol asked him, breath starting to come short and woah , Baekhyun felt him twitch inside himself, if possible getting thicker and ripping another moan from Baekhyun’s mouth when he finally hit his softest spot.
“Ah, there , please. Please , darling, you feel so good inside, take what we both wanted for so long and that now finally…” Baekhyun groaned, trying to keep his voice down, knowing that it was both part of the whole play and because he didn’t want to disturb his neighbours. “Fuck, so tight, squeezing me, engulfing me. Let me touch you more…” Chanyeol muttered, hand moving on Baekhyun’s erection that was already hard and leaking and starting to stroke it at the same pace as the shoves inside him, making Baekhyun positively lose it .
“ Oh fuck , more, please , more… Take me, I want to feel you come inside me, please .” Baekhyun let out almost ready to cry Chanyeol’s name in whichever given minute and fuck it was so hard not letting himself go as he wanted and saying whatever he wanted. But for that filling he would have done whatever. Especially because when Chanyeol started to reach his climax too, the thrusts became more precise and deeper and Baekhyun could see stars behind his shut eyes, moans getting more and more, almost unable to control his voice and fuck , where was Chanyeol all his life?
The sensations were so many that they could chase away every other single thought in Baekhyun’s head, finally white , completely blank and he didn’t know exactly when but it was so satisfactory and relieving that he simply came, completely abandoning himself to Chanyeol’s thrusts, against the bed, letting the taller do whatever he pleased with his body, his words becoming slurs and… he felt like floating , amazingly wasted.
“You were so good baby,” Chanyeol breathed, unloading his cum inside the condom but Baekhyun couldn’t help but wish for it to be gone, being able to feel that hot, thick cum filling him up to his brim and, surprisingly, he came again, untouched, spurting more semen on the blanket, moaning a breathy oh god, yes , feeling sated as probably never before.
There was a short silence in which Chanyeol slowed down to a halt his movements, fingers gently caressing Baekhyun’s back. “H-How are you feeling, Baekhyun-ssi? Everything is fine?” Chanyeol asked him briefly, slowly exiting Baekhyun, making him hoof and groan at the sudden lack. “ Pleasantly fucked , Chanyeollie . You did good, no worries.” Baekhyun assured him and Chanyeol hummed briefly, going to turn the camera off.
“I-I… sorry if I said things that weren’t good for you or that you…” Chanyeol started saying, but Baekhyun let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head and sitting on his heels even though his back ached . “Your stepbrother’s favourite nickname for me it’s needy whore so, uhm, no worries.” Baekhyun assured him, trying to ease him down but seeing Chanyeol flinch at the mention of Jaehyun or maybe at the nickname itself.
“You… I don’t want to pry because it’s not, I mean, I’m doing the same to you but…” Chanyeol started saying, making Baekhyun frown shortly, trying to understand what Chanyeol was about to say. “And maybe you l-like it, but… you deserve more than my stepbrother calling you like that. I don’t know who said the contrary or why you’re convinced about it, but… if someone calls you like that should be in the r-rules of a game you decided to play together and you can stop whenever you want.” Chanyeol let out, fidgeting with the camera setting and checking if everything was recorded properly.
But to Baekhyun that was the biggest turn-off, white suddenly overcame by clouds and words and memories that he didn’t want to have and… why ? It felt that good up to a second before, why did Chanyeol have to go and say that? “I… it’s nothing of your concern.” Baekhyun breathed, moving his stare on his hands and… fuck , he hated it when it happened.
“I-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to sound rude or judging really…” Chanyeol whispered, trying to apologise but Baekhyun was already sitting up from where he was. “No worries, it’s nothing that bad. Now, though, or you’re up to a random fuck or I need you to leave because I have somewhere I have to go.” Baekhyun declared, nodding quickly and Chanyeol seemed surprised but nodded shortly too.
“Can I leave the camera here, for the next time?” Chanyeol asked him and Baekhyun simply nodded before they both could dress up and then accompanied him to the metro station once again. “Thanks for your help.” Chanyeol whispered once they were there and Baekhyun smiled briefly at him. “Sure, see you next time.” He concluded, waving at him and after being sure that he caught the metro, he speed-dialled Jaehyun’s number.
Luckily he replied immediately and agreed to meet somewhere, not his house without asking too many questions. But when he saw Baekhyun’s state, the signs on his side, how he still was wet with lube and stretched from the previous activities, Jaehyun chuckled lowly, pulling his hair as he pounded inside him relentlessly. “You’re such a needy whore,” were his first words and yeah, maybe after all, Baekhyun was just that.
They never went back to that discourse, Chanyeol not asking him how he was busy that night, nor mentioning ever again Jaehyun nor why Baekhyun was doing that . And surprisingly enough, Jaehyun didn’t ask him either who stretched Baekhyun oh so well that Jaehyun’s dick felt even smaller than usual. But Baekhyun couldn’t help but think about that experience, especially when the video was finally out and with Chanyeol’s professional editing looked almost like A-grade porn.
It was perfect and Baekhyun had to admit that he jerked off to it a few times and couldn’t help but wonder about the following times. That started to come one after the other, viewers of the channel being more than welcoming of that news and loving the new videos settings, introducing a real person who could possibly be Y/N considering that Baekhyun’s face was never seen in the videos.
Honestly, it felt satisfying, in a word. Chanyeol was attentive to what he did or what he said but when he had his hands on Baekhyun’s body, he was able to make the shorter forget everything else apart from how filled and satisfied he was with the younger's cock. Baekhyun could only wish that Chanyeol would let himself go a bit too, pushing that filming thing toward spicier stuff, wanting to feel his fingers tugging his hair, pulling, calling him names and filling him for real with hot, sticky cum enough that he couldn't take that much.
However, he knew that he couldn't ask more than that. Because they were just… cooperating on something that was Chanyeol's project, not his own. They weren't doing that just because Baekhyun liked to be fucked on every level surface just to forget all his other thoughts and problems. It wasn't about him but about Chanyeol and his channel and those videos. And who was Baekhyun to ask for something more when the younger still kept him more satisfied and entertained than his stepbrother ever did?
Chanyeol was happy with the videos even though one day, for the usual weekly meeting, he arrived with a bluish bruise under his eyes. “ Chanyeollie , what happened?!” Baekhyun asked him worriedly, padding toward him as soon as he noticed the mark. But Chanyeol forced a short smile toward him, shaking his head. “Nothing, no worries. I just fell, that’s it. You know my clumsy self too…” he let out, soft amused chuckle leaving his lips, but there was something wrong with that and Baekhyun wanted to dig deeper.
Especially when the small bruise under his eye started to be sometimes on his arm, on his neck, on the other cheek and… it was clear it wasn’t random anymore. Their videos weren’t fazed by that because clearly, their faces weren’t showing, but still, Baekhyun wanted to know what was happening. And when he finally confronted him, that late evening, after their video and Chanyeol couldn’t run anymore, he finally admitted that it was his stepbrother’s doing.
“I… He probably watched some of the new videos and I think it recognised that it’s you, I don’t know how or how many times he saw you naked but he… wasn’t happy about that and... Yeah, I’m sorry. Maybe we should… stop? I don’t know what to do anymore and I can’t talk about it with my parents, obviously…” Chanyeol let out shortly, hand going to cover his face, clearly not knowing how to deal with that situation that started to be difficult.
But Baekhyun was fuming in a word. Because he was always clear with Jaehyun about not being exclusive and that meant also his fucking stepbrother, for heavens’ sake especially if it was for filming purposes only! And after easing Chanyeol down about the whole matter, assuring him that nobody would ever do anything to him again, he promised himself to settle that thing with Jaehyun.
Their meeting was harsh in a word. Words flew and Baekhyun had way too many things he could use to threaten Jaehyun, way more than the ones Jaehyun had that could hurt Baekhyun in any way. “You’re just a fucking bitch, Byun. Don’t you understand that my stepbrother is using you just for that fucking channel and he will toss you aside when you’re not the new toy anymore? Who will fill your stupid ass, then? You know I’m right and that being the needy whore you are you will come back crawling to me.” Jaehyun concluded, mocking Baekhyun and Baekhyun knew he was right, on being a needy whore, but not for this he needed to go back to Jaehyun.
“When he gets tired of me, I’ll find someone with a bigger cock than yours to get addicted to, darling . At least the satisfaction will be higher.” He concluded walking away and making sure that that would be the last time he faced that matter with Jaehyun.
It was… quiet for a while after that, even though Baekhyun didn’t look for another person to go and fuck with because Chanyeol kept him entertained enough. The videos passed from one per week to three per week, making Baekhyun satisfied, more or less, and when he felt the need, he would just jerk off watching those same videos, being those enough to get him to come.
He found another guy who sold weed and he didn’t need to ask anyone for that, the incoming from those videos being enough to buy the small quantity that Baekhyun smoked for personal use only. However, it was just a matter of time before something would break up and ruin such an unstable equilibrium.
The message came unexpectedly, one afternoon, while he was waiting for Chanyeol to arrive. They are considering a penalty reduction for Mr. Byun, I’ll keep you posted about that. Suddenly, Baekhyun’s world plunged into darkness. His hands started shaking, breath getting faster and shorter, and no, no , no nononono …
That couldn’t be. They fought so hard for him to be where he was, to stay imprisoned as he deserved for what he did… why? Why?! And Baekhyun needed to see clearly, someone, anyone, but there was no one he could call and maybe the same shiny knife from before after all… It would be so easy, no need to suffer anymore, finally peace and…
“Baekhyun!” A known voice called him, making him realise what was happening, dropping the knife again, but this time realising that a damage was done, hurting deeply the palm of his hand that now was bleeding warmly, blood dripping down on the floor, staining it. “Oh holy fuck, w-what happened? Lemme take a towel and a… ohmygod too much blood ,” Chanyeol started ranting, bringing Baekhyun back on Earth, moving and taking a clean rag to tie against his hand, pressing, trying to stop the blood.
“Sorry, I must have…” Baekhyun breathed, forcing a smile even if he didn’t find words to justify what just happened. Because how to explain without giving Chanyeol disgusting highlights on his past life, his parents and how he got there? He didn’t have any explanation nor excuse to offer.
“Here, sit here, I’ll fetch up some…” Chanyeol started saying even though he was clearly panicking, so Baekhyun took Chanyeol’s hand with his sane hand, gripping it softly, stopping him in front of Baekhyun. “I’m fine, it’s okay now. I’ll go and fetch it myself… Sorry for bothering you with this. It must have slipped…” Baekhyun assured him again, forcing a slightly brighter smile and Chanyeol nodded but his stare was worried and dark.
And when Baekhyun came back to the kitchen with the necessary stuff to put a bandage on his hand, Chanyeol had already put a kettle on the stove to make some tea. “I… let me help you. I put on some tea, I wasn't sure but…” Chanyeol breathed, nearing him and even before Baekhyun could refuse, saying that he could do it alone, Chanyeol gently picked Baekhyun’s hand on his own.
“I… if you don’t want to talk about it it’s fine, I understand it. But I… know why you prefer it when your p-partner takes you from behind, and I saw the signs on your thighs and I know the feeling . Trust me, I know . But it’s not the right answer.” Chanyeol whispered, struggling with his words and Baekhyun’s stare flew to his face, surprised about the mention and how in the world Chanyeol saw his marks and how he got that?! In all the people Baekhyun fucked around with no one ever wondered why he preferred it from behind, both when he was the receiving or the giving end.
And he was about to reply to that, when Chanyeol opened his shirt, showing him some marks near his collarbones and then he pulled up his shirt, some more near his hip bones. Baekhyun was surprised to see those. “I… never felt in the right place. Especially after my mom married my now step father. He didn’t understand my conditions, my obsessions, my fidgeting, my stims… I was just an introverted kid, with difficulties in relationships and too lazy to focus in classes but excelling in exams. A real pain in the ass, especially when he had already to deal with Jaehyun…” Chanyeol breathed, softly starting to check Baekhyun’s injury, despite the blood, and with a less disgusted face than before he realised that it was less severe than expected.
“My mom tries her best, even these days, but they are both from wealthy families and you saw that better than me how my parents are never there nowadays. And it took me a lot of doctor’s appointments paid through money I got from the channel and some external help to realise that I was perfect the way I am. With my brain running thrice faster than regular people, with my difficulties in dealing with people or with things I don’t like, or with my fidgets, ticks and fixations.” Chanyeol explained softly, not looking toward Baekhyun, and still putting some disinfectant on Baekhyun’s hand before covering it properly with a gauze and then the bandage.
“There were days in which nothing seemed right. And in which pain was the only solution, but it’s not. T-Trust me , it’s not.” Chanyeol whispered, eyes getting slightly glassy and making Baekhyun hurt deeply for the first time in ages , pain piercing and not only in his hand but deep inside his chest, stare getting blurred and even before he could realise it, Chanyeol’s strong arms were around him, pulling him closer.
“It’s okay to cry, to hurt, to let yourself go, Baekhyun-ssi…” Chanyeol breathed softly, gently rocking them and Baekhyun didn’t want to, but he started sobbing like a baby, head leant against Chanyeol’s chest, letting himself go and crying because it was so fucking unfair and he was honestly oh so tired and…
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that but at a certain point there was a pungent smell, almost like something was burning and both Chanyeol and Baekhyun looked toward the kettle. After better checking, they realised that Chanyeol forgot to put the water inside and therefore didn’t whistle but it got slightly burnt on the edge and bottom.
Baekhyun chuckled softly at Chanyeol panicking again about the mistake, feeling a thousand times relieved compared to before. Enough to finally speak up. For the first time with someone who wasn’t a judge, a policeman or a doctor. Because at that point it was clear. Chanyeol was helping Baekhyun as much as the older reached out for him, protecting him and aiding him. “When I was four, my father brought me and my brother to the lakes and… threw us in the water knowing that we didn’t know how to swim. My… brother didn’t survive, I did because a fisherman saved me.” Baekhyun started saying briefly, hearing Chanyeol gasp softly, totally not expecting the story Baekhyun was about to tell him.
“I… took almost a year to talk again and to manage to go back and at first I didn’t remember but my father did. And on several other occasions he tried to… end my life. I… testified against him in the case of murder and attempted murder when I was fourteen. At sixteen, my mother tried to suffocate me with her own hands before she took her life. I lay paralysed for hours before paramedics came and brought me to the ER.” Baekhyun continued shortly, picking the kettle up and putting some more tea, this time with water.
“That’s horrible…” Chanyeol let out and Baekhyun forced a short smile toward him. “I… yeah, especially because to arrive here I went through two orphanages and only after one foster family, my cousin was a legal adult and could be my tutor. And he’s also right now, because I was deemed subjected to PTSD and suicidal tendencies so he comes here from time to time to check on me, that I’m fine, going to university and so on…” Baekhyun explained briefly, making Chanyeol frown but fingers gently going to caress Baekhyun’s shoulder.
“Is it also the reason why you…” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun was already nodding. “There are moments in which I hear voices , I see things in my head that tell me that it was better if I would have died many years before, it would be less suffering, less pain…” Baekhyun breathed, fingers lacing with Chanyeol’s and Chanyeol was already shaking his head fervently.
Baekhyun hummed, forcing a short smile. “And… yeah, joints are good for old injuries and because it calms my mind down. Sex because erase any other thought from my mind. I need it for the silence that there’s in my head only in those moments,” Baekhyun explained finally, making Chanyeol nod, a sign that he understood the point.
They sat down, drinking some tea and letting the whole discourse settle down. And then Chanyeol spoke up, making Baekhyun jolt shortly at the sudden voice. “Let me help you, Baekhyun-ssi. With finding a doctor and actually g-going there. And with quitting drugs and maybe… sex with someone special only?” Chanyeol tried, small smile appearing on his lips and Baekhyun’s eyes went wide in surprise, unbelieving the sudden stretched hand.
“But this means that your channel…” Baekhyun started saying but Chanyeol shook his head. “You’re more important than that. And maybe I could, uhm, wait for you?” Chanyeol whispered, biting his bottom lip, glancing toward Baekhyun whose eyes became even wider than before, totally baffled by the sudden proposal and its potential meaning.
However, for the moment that was enough . To Baekhyun it was enough to try and finally heal, coming to terms with his past traumas and with things happened in his life and learning to differentiate himself from those. And maybe, with Chanyeol’s help, it wouldn’t be so impossible after all.
It took Baekhyun therapy (a lot), tears (with no end) and efforts (beyond imagination) to come to terms with the fact that it was a blessing being alive and that his parents both tried to kill him because they were ill not because Baekhyun had something wrong with himself. He wasn’t accountable for his parents’ mistakes and instead he was the owner of his own life and choices. Reason why he decided to testify again against his father and the request for him to have a penalty reduction was rejected.
Baekhyun struggled with normal life tasks, especially after that he decided to go completely clean with drugs and weed, even though he still smoked regular cigarettes. He dyed his hair back to black, and dedicated himself more and more to his fashion style and love for make-up, this time not to hide something but to express himself better.
With sex was even more difficult, his body literally craved for physical actions, and especially when he was alone or at night the impulse to call whatever number in his phonebook was huge . Another reason why, Chanyeol slowly started to transfer into Baekhyun’s apartment. At first it was just a few clothes, then also his pyjamas, his favourite mug, his toothbrush, his preferred brand of shampoo… And from there they arrived at Chanyeol almost always sleeping there, having in Baekhyun’s guest bedroom his own bedroom, almost like he moved it from Parks’ house to there.
Not that Baekhyun complained. Chanyeol was amazing throughout all that process, always staying close to Baekhyun especially when he had his lowest moments, even when he had to say no I won’t give in and have sex with you , despite sometimes it was hard for both. Chanyeol was really the bestest of the friends one could ever desire or dream of. And Baekhyun equally protected Chanyeol everywhere they went, against whoever tried to bully him or to say something about Chanyeol’s passions and hobbies or about how he fidget with things and about his small antics that came from his conditions.
They were inseparable , enough that also Junmyeon met Chanyeol and they even had dinner the three of them together and Junmyeon approved of Chanyeol being around and supporting Baekhyun oh so much . It was a mutual thing between the two, giving and taking what they needed and starting to build something solid and strong, made of more than words, through stares and glances, small touches and gestures… almost symbiotic.
“You… really like Chanyeol, right?” Junmyeon asked him one day, after dinner while Chanyeol was taking a shower and Baekhyun frowned shortly, nodding. “He got me and I got him, yes. Why?” Baekhyun retorted briefly, studying Junmyeon and the older chuckled softly, messing his hair up. “Ever thought about liking him more than a friend. You guys really went through thick and tough for each other, you always stand up for him and even got into fights for him, despite your motto of non violence.” Junmyeon observed and Baekhyun hummed shortly, pressing his lips in a thin line.
“If…” he started saying before clearing his throat shortly and starting up again. “If that would be the case, would it be a problem for you?” Baekhyun asked him, feeling his cheeks get a bit warmer and Junmyeon was already shaking his head fervently. “I would be happy for you, Baek. Because you deserve love and, in my opinion, Chanyeollie really loves you.” Junmyeon concluded softly, smiling at him, just in time for Chanyeol to leave the bathroom and go back to the living room.
“What are you guys talking about? Why are Baekhyun-ssi's cheeks flushed?” Chanyeol asked shortly and Baekhyun pressed Junmyeon out of the apartment. “ Hyung is busy with his family today so he needs to go now, right?” Baekhyun declared pushing him out and Junmyeon chuckled, nodding, waving at them. “Bye guys, Chanyeollie, take care of Baekhyunnie, uhm?” He concluded walking away and Baekhyun closed the door a bit exasperated.
“What was the deal all about?” Chanyeol asked him and Baekhyun glanced toward him softly before humming briefly. “There’s… something I want to tell you. Let’s go back inside.” Baekhyun declared and, yes, maybe after all it was the right moment. He didn’t know what Chanyeol would think about it, but it was a while now that Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol wasn’t only his bestest friend .
There was something soft, something warm in Baekhyun’s chest every time Chanyeol smiled brightly, dimples appearing and ears moving back softly. Every time that Chanyeol frowned in focus trying to pay attention to things, but distracting himself less than two minutes after. How Chanyeol entered a room without knowing why and then remembering all of a sudden and shouting because it was damn important and he forgot about it. Or simply the genuine beam and enthusiasm when he got something new for his collections, like that time that Baekhyun gave him a small Iron-man figure for his birthday and Chanyeol almost cried for how happy and grateful he was, putting the small thing on a pedestal in his collection.
There was something in how Baekhyun started to glare to everyone who tried to approach Chanyeol, annoyed at the idea of sharing Chanyeol with someone else, potentially a lover . And with the lover idea, it came also dating idea and Baekhyun sometimes found himself daydreaming about potential dates with Chanyeol. And no… friendzone was crossed since a while now, apparently.
They sat in front of each other, Chanyeol’s worried stare on Baekhyun’s face even if his nails couldn’t stop torturing each other, clicking softly in the silence. “ Yeollie ,” Baekhyun called him softly, hands putting over Chanyeol’s, gripping gently and smiling at him. “Yes?” Chanyeol breathed, finally meeting his gaze and Baekhyun inhaled deeply, deciding that that was the right moment.
“I… know it may sound strange, especially for someone like me, but I think that there’s… something more between us than friendship, at least for me. I feel it in how I'm happy to come back home, this home, with you, sharing dinners and spare time. In how you’re my rock and I’m yours, in how small moments started to gather like beautiful gemstones in my mind since when you’re part of my life. And how my soul aches to touch you, even a small caress, kissing your forehead, watching you fall asleep in my arms or on my chest while we watch a movie…” Baekhyun breathed, voice trembling softly, tinted with feelings and emotions, trying to convey them at his fullest.
“We… fit together so perfectly, I can’t help but think of you as a soulmate, Yeollie . And if you, uhm, find it different I will understand and we can be what we were up to now and…” Baekhyun continued but suddenly Chanyeol sat up and… went back to his room, locking himself up .
Baekhyun sighed, feeling hurt at the obvious rejection , hoping that they really could be what they were up to that moment without awkward moments and so on. Even though… yeah, that freaking hurt and he suddenly wondered if there was something wrong with himself, after all. For once that he actually fell in love with someone that was the outcome. Brilliant.
The following day he prepared breakfast for two and behaved normally when Chanyeol showed up for it. They walked to the campus as usual, they had lunch together as usual and as usual Baekhyun kicked some asses to protect Chanyeol. A regular weekday .
A regular weekday until, while walking home after grocery shopping, Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s hand for all the way home. They didn’t address it, but it was there, and Baekhyun’s chest bloomed with hope that Chanyeol just needed time and steps to get there, maybe.
And it was exactly like that. From holding hands, they went to sleep on the couch together, Chanyeol using Baekhyun’s laps as a pillow. Or random hugs out of nothing, especially before going to sleep at night. Or again, Chanyeol complimenting for no reason Baekhyun’s scent or how clothes smelt different if Baekhyun wore them before Chanyeol.
It was weird but nice, warm and embarrassing, making Baekhyun die for cuteness overload or second-hand embarrassment sometimes. But it was all Baekhyun never knew he needed. And he adored that. And started to match it with actions from his own part. Buying stuff that Chanyeol liked a lot, cooking his comfort food when he knew that Chanyeol was down or ordering food at a weird time in the night just because he knew that Chanyeol would get hungry at some point in the night.
Or simply gripping softly every time Chanyeol held his hand, or squeezing him tighter when he went for a hug. Small soft things that made their everyday life amazing and even without a real confession from Chanyeol, Baekhyun knew what the taller felt for him.
Even though… a confession arrived. One day, from a giant Charmander plush. Baekhyun was doing his stuff in the kitchen deciding for that evening’s dinner when Chanyeol’s voice called him. Not even the time to turn around and he felt a soft, plushy sensation against his body and face, caressing a giant plush.
“ Yeollie , what?” Baekhyun whispered, surprised but Chanyeol was already speaking. “My heart b-burns for you too, Baekhyunnie . Do you still love me?” Chanyeol’s voice asked behind the plush and Baekhyun chuckled at the fire play but then he nodded, softly moving aside the big plush.
“I do, Chanyeol. It took us long, but I believe in us.” Baekhyun stated, seeing Chanyeol’s eyes getting glassy behind the lens before he could go for a hug and Baekhyun accepted him, welcoming, arms closing around the taller’s back, squeezing him in and feeling Chanyeol’s arms around his shoulders too. “I want to do it too. Because nobody understands me better than you and cares about me more than you do and for so long now…” Chanyeol whispered, making Baekhyun smile and… woah that was warm. He felt complete for the first time and even without being in an intercourse. What magic was that?
Honestly, Baekhyun was happy because he couldn’t ask for any better than that, finally .
It felt like nothing yet everything changed between them after Chanyeol's words that afternoon. The younger was especially cuddly and soft with Baekhyun, always seeking for warm comfort in Baekhyun’s arms, and same went when Baekhyun had particularly rough days or when clouds started to darken his mind again, making him wonder if he really deserved that, that love and that life that he was still living despite everything.
But they stick together, contrary to all the initial expectations, especially the one on Baekhyun, knowing how he loved to go from bed to bed, never actually falling in love but liking simply the fact of being satisfied and pleased physically.
However, Baekhyun was… perfect also in that. At a certain point he thought that his dick would probably fall off from how hard he jerked himself off everyday thinking about the things that he could finally do together with Chanyeol and not only for the channel, but they were fine and Baekhyun never looked for somebody else or someone to have only sex with.
It felt weird yet accomplishing somehow the way in which Baekhyun managed that situation, clearly finding it hard to believe that not even ten months prior he would do quite literally everything just to have someone fuck him senseless.
And if at some point Baekhyun thought that the first step back to something physical would come exactly from his sexual frustration and how tired his dick was of being friend with only his hand, surprisingly the first mention came from Chanyeol instead.
They were sitting on the couch, discussing plans for the upcoming weekend when Chanyeol started to fidget with Baekhyun’s fingers, stare eluding Baekhyun's and cheeks gently dusted with bright red.
“What if, uhm, we just stay in and… I don't know maybe we, uhm, do something…” Chanyeol started saying, making Baekhyun frown shortly trying to understand what the taller meant. He was so used to the total absence of something even vaguely related to sex that he didn't even take it into consideration.
“ Something ? Babe, you've to be a bit more specific. Wanna go to the park? Or the arcades? It's been a while since we don't go there. Or if you want to stay inside we can try to bake that chocolate tarte you watched the tutorial on Naver the other day…” Baekhyun retorted, shrugging his shoulders and picking up another gummy bear from the bowl on Chanyeol’s laps.
Chanyeol blushed slightly more and then shook his head fervently, leaning in and snuggling closer to Baekhyun. It felt warm and Baekhyun welcomed it, passing his arm around Chanyeol's shoulders, pulling him even closer. Chanyeol’s hair smelt like strawberry and cream, same shampoo that Baekhyun also used and it strangely felt home , almost like something only between the two of them.
“A-Actually, I meant for the c-channel…” Chanyeol whispered, voice low, almost impossible to hear even for Baekhyun who was barely an inch from him. But he heard it. And quite well too. His eyes went wide in surprise, clearly wondering if he didn’t misunderstand or hear unwell.
But he spoke before Chanyeol could consider his silence as rejection or even simply he could change idea. “Sure. You have something on your mind already?” Baekhyun asked him, trying to sound at ease even though inside he was rejoicing at the simple idea of that happening again. And finally because they both were interested and not only for sex or simply for some extra views on Chanyeol’s channel.
Chanyeol hummed lowly, snuggling his nose in Baekhyun’s neck, slowly, sweetly, almost like he was trying to ease himself and Baekhyun in the same moment. “You, uhm, don't mind?” Chanyeol retorted briefly and Baekhyun was already shaking his head, fingers caressing Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“Why? We are romantically involved and exclusive with each other. I love your channel as much as I did before and I like the idea of still being part of it, if you want. Obviously, the feeling behind the actions will be different as I think also for you…” Baekhyun started explaining, trying to sound as rational as possible without sounding a smartass or too eager or not interested enough.
“O-Obviously! I, you know how I l-love you and cherish your whole being, Baekhyunnie… but I'm… attracted by you and your body and how we fit in so perfectly, matching like puzzle pieces. I told you once and you probably felt it too, but our compatibility is over the top and… it's difficult not to touch you when you're at my side twenty-four-seven…” Chanyeol muttered, still hiding in Baekhyun's neck, making him chuckle softly, slightly turning to press a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
“I know. I was waiting only for a green light from you. Now that I can live through it fully and without all those mechanisms that were behind the mere action, I don't see why we should refrain from… enjoying it? Especially given our compatibility ?” Baekhyun whispered, tracing circles on Chanyeol's shoulder, feeling warm inside and Chanyeol groaned softly, gently tackling Baekhyun, surprising him and pressing him down to the couch.
They look at each other, studying and communicating even without words, simply staying there and sharing their feelings about that discourse and that moment. “I… want it to be different though. Make them know you're my fixed partner and that we can share our experiences and… I want the world to know that you're mine and I'm yours. Even in this role play we put on up to now.” Chanyeol whispered and Baekhyun smiled sweetly toward him, nodding.
“I want the same. As I told you, the feelings and intentions behind the actions are now different and I’m… not up to sharing you with anyone else. We can show everyone how perfect is what there’s between us, but it’s and will always be only ours.” Baekhyun replied, tone slightly more serious but knowing that Chanyeol agreed with that and he was clearly on his same page on that.
And Chanyeol nodded softly, fingers gently caressing Baekhyun’s side over his hoodie and stare not leaving Baekhyun’s face. “You… don’t know for how long I wanted to tell you, to ask you this because I-I honestly also miss our physical interactions. And after you passed so successfully all your therapy steps and you weren’t forced anymore in all those stuff that made you use sex as coping mechanism I wanted to tell you somehow but it never felt the right moment and what if you felt like I was with you just for this or if you would minimise again your worth at your mere body and…” Chanyeol started ranting, eyes getting glassy and showing emotions that he strangely managed to hide quite well from Baekhyun, keeping them as far as possible from Baekhyun’s increasing understanding of everything revolving around Chanyeol.
Baekhyun parted his lips softly, surprised about that mention but then he immediately smiled, stretching his hand toward Chanyeol’s face, caressing gently his cheek. “ Thank you . For caring this much about me even more than I do. But I learnt my lesson and you showed me again and again that you love me whole , not only for my body or for how amazing sex is between us. I missed your physical side as well, if you want to know. Especially on some days…” Baekhyun retorted, biting shortly his bottom lip, glancing toward Chanyeol and feeling a bit embarrassed in stating that out loud.
However, Chanyeol seemed relieved at the confession and hummed softly before leaning down and placing his face again near Baekhyun’s neck snuggling in much to Baekhyun’s amusement. “ God , you don’t know how much I wished for this day to happen. And touching you again… not only for the channel but whenever we want to, welcoming our pleasure especially those days in which you wear shorts and your thighs look so… juicy .” Chanyeol groaned lowly and Baekhyun couldn’t help but shiver, appreciating Chanyeol’s words and wanting that as well.
“Who would say that you were such a sweet talker?” Baekhyun let out softly, smirk opening on his lips but immediately feeling Chanyeol’s teeth scraping briefly the skin of his neck. “And dirty talker as well, if you let me, hyung .” Chanyeol whispered, voice low again almost barely hearable but rolling so hotly down Baekhyun’s skin, making him hard and wanting.
“Don’t go hyung on me now, you never cared about it and…” Baekhyun started saying but Chanyeol licked his neck up to his chin, shutting him up immediately. “As if I didn’t notice how you like it when we did it for the channel. I could feel your sweet ass clenching on my cock, milking the best orgasms ever…” Chanyeol let out, moving his lips down Baekhyun’s neck and on his collarbones, making Baekhyun groan, fingers carding through Chanyeol’s hair pulling him closer.
Honest Chanyeol was dangerous , especially now that they weren’t restricted anymore in the confinement of the simply doing it for the channel and the ones of doing it because Baekhyun developed a dependence from sexual activities . There, in that moment, they were only lovers , talking about preferences and what they liked both in their intimacy and it felt… warm . Arousing yet wonderful.
And sure Chanyeol was smooth, but two could play the same game. Baekhyun let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Sure, baby boy . So cute and so ready to do whatever for his hyung , hm? Just to spoil me so well and fill me up to the brim , full with your thick, sticky cum just to see it dripping down my thighs afterwards…” Baekhyun whispered, voice going lower and lower in tone, feeling Chanyeol gulp down near him, inhaling deeply Baekhyun’s perfume from his neck before he could snuggle his nose on it.
“ Baekhyunnie , you’re unfair…” he whimpered shortly but Baekhyun chuckled again, tugging slightly harder Chanyeol’s hair, forcing the taller to look in his eyes. “You don’t have any more excuses now. It’s only us, we’re both clean and I don’t have any other partner apart from you. I know you like the idea and you always wanted to see me leaking with your own release.” Baekhyun breathed, seeing the blush on Chanyeol’s face and even before the other could counter anything, Baekhyun pressed his chest, making him sit again on the couch instead of hovering on the shorter.
“Baek-,” Chanyeol started, but Baekhyun was already sitting on the taller’s laps, thighs squeezing Chanyeol’s and arms gently circling his neck. “Am I wrong, baby? How many times have you restricted yourself just because reasons and just not to show me that your mind is as dirty as mine? Dreaming of marking my neck and thighs, imprinting your cock shape inside myself over and over again, calling me your one and only toy ?” Baekhyun continued, slowly rolling his hips against Chanyeol’s, feeling immediately how hard Chanyeol was even beneath the taller’s sweatpants, earning himself a low appreciative groan.
His hands moved immediately on Baekhyun’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding their erections together, clearly liking the contact. Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered closed for a second because if that was a dream he didn’t want to wake up and to prolong it as much as possible, maybe forever.
“ Fuck, hyung , you’re sly… And I hate how you read me this well, but in the meantime I love it too. As I love you and, god , I want to fuck you oh so bad now…” Chanyeol let out, defeated but more aroused than before and Baekhyun licked his lips slowly picking up his phone from the front pocket of his hoodie. “Why wait for the weekend, then? Let’s start back with an amateur video of me riding your cock until you don’t beg for release? And this time raw, inside me ? Filling me up as those cream bread you like oh so much …” Baekhyun proposed showing his phone and Chanyeol groaned lowly, scrunching his nose.
“Lemme take the video with my phone though. Your iphone sucks and…” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun huffed, almost outraged about the diss on his phone. “Let’s take it with both so we can later decide which takes the best videos.” Baekhyun intervened and Chanyeol nodded, circling Baekhyun’s waist with his arm just to lean forward and pick up his own phone that was on the small table in front of the couch.
“Sure, let’s try it.” He declared accepting like that the challenge and, after setting both phones at the other end of the couch, using the armrest as support, Baekhyun quickly disposed of his shorts and boxers but kept on his hoodie. “You’re so sinful…” Chanyeol muttered, fingers immediately going to caress Baekhyun’s thighs, making him chuckle softly before he could sit again on Chanyeol’s laps, pulling at Chanyeol’s sweatpants.
“Don’t leave me hanging, then.” Baekhyun breathed, rolling his hips again on Chanyeol’s laps, feeling Chanyeol’s fingers gripping harder on the supple flesh of his thighs. “ Fuck, ” Chanyeol said under his breath and he was already hasting to pull down both his sweatpants and boxer, enough to show his erection already hard and leaking.
Baekhyun licked his lips slowly at the sight, pleased to finally see it again despite it happening not as many times as he would have liked. “We see again,” he whispered, fingers going to touch it but Chanyeol stopped him immediately. “I’ll come immediately if you touch me, hyung …” Chanyeol muttered and Baekhyun smirked shortly, fingers only softly drawing some circles on Chanyeol’s tip, playing with the precum there and seeing him hiss in sensitivity.
“Too bad. Do I start myself or do you want to have the pleasure?” Baekhyun asked him, bringing those same fingers to his own lips, licking them slowly, seeing Chanyeol’s stare following every single movement of them, lips parting almost like he wanted those fingers in his mouth and not in Baekhyun’s.
He shook his head though, slowly, fingers gripping harder on Baekhyun’s thighs. “Can I… Can I do it for you?” Chanyeol breathed softly enthralled by Baekhyun’s whole being on his laps but Baekhyun shook his head shortly. “You wish you would. Nope , baby boy. You will be good and wait for hyung , right?” Baekhyun breathed softly, before pressing his fingers on Chanyeol’s mouth and the taller parted his lips without even thinking, hosting them inside, tongue moving to lick them diligently as Baekhyun was silently requesting him.
Baekhyun hummed pleased with the reaction, fingers playing with Chanyeol’s tongue, thrusting them deeper, gathering more saliva, enough that it started dripping by the corner of Chanyeol’s mouth. “Look at you… so pretty just for me.” Baekhyun whispered before removing his fingers, content with the result, and pressing a quick kiss on Chanyeol’s lips.
It felt hot , everything, starting from Chanyeol, his body temperature, what he did and said, the way he was looking at Baekhyun and how his hands never left Baekhyun’s thighs and sides, caressing him non stop. So Baekhyun didn’t wait any longer, starting to slowly finger himself open, saliva being enough to fit two of his fingers inside.
And Chanyeol at first was compelling , sitting there, stare not leaving Baekhyun’s body arching and tensing at the slow ministrations, fingers adventuring no further than Baekhyun’s hipbones, always caressing, stare darkened with want and pleasure. But after a soft moan that Baekhyun let out when he thrust his fingers slightly deeper, Chanyeol groaned lowly, leaning in, pressing his lips on Baekhyun’s neck.
“ Hyung , you’re unfair and… I want to touch you too…” Chanyeol breathed, slightly nipping at Baekhyun’s skin, making Baekhyun hum softly, arching his back better to reach with ease deeper. “How do you ask for it, baby ?” Baekhyun asked him, glancing toward him, stare filled with lust and he remembered quite well how thick Chanyeol’s fingers were, not only his cock.
Chanyeol groaned again, gently pulling up a bit Baekhyun’s hoodie, enough to show one of the two nipples and dipping down to slowly lick it. Baekhyun arched his back, electricity passing through his spine, making him harden even more than before, not expecting that from Chanyeol all of a sudden.
“Can’t I just… take it, hyung ? Look at you… stretching yourself open for me, knowing my cock won’t fit inside otherwise. You need more than two of your fingers to take me. Lemme help you…” Chanyeol breathed hotly over the wet bud and Baekhyun groaned lowly, eyes fluttering closed for a second and then pressing better on his own fingers.
“I really wanna watch you come and take it, if you manage… You’re always so afraid to break me in any way. I really wanna see you lose a bit of that control you always showcase this neatly…” Baekhyun let out, smirk easily showing up on his face and Chanyeol bit his bottom lip probably knowing that Baekhyun was fucking right as usual.
Chanyeol swore again under his breath before diving in again and sucking on the hardening nub, making Baekhyun groan and arch his back, chasing for that contact and connection. And when he thought that Chanyeol would simply behave because that was what he usually did, especially in the past, this time he felt a slightly push near his own fingers inside himself and then another intrusion coming from Chanyeol’s way thicker finger.
Baekhyun moaned lowly, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but still pressing against it because he clearly wanted it and Chanyeol bit shortly his nipple. “ Fuck, hyung, you make me crazy. You don’t know what I’d do without you, and this and… lemme touch you more.” Chanyeol groaned lowly, and finally thrusting one more finger inside, for a total of four now, and sucking wetly on the abused nipple.
Baekhyun pressed against the ministrations, clearly enjoying the stretch, fingers carding through Chanyeol’s hair and pulling him closer. He didn’t know how or what clicked inside Chanyeol’s mind but he liked it and wanted more of whatever the taller was ready to give him. “So fucking tight… can’t wait to be inside you again, filling every single inch of you, feeling you dripping on my dick because you take that all inside…” Chanyeol groaned lowly, his other hand kept on massaging his thigh and buttock, slowly but with intent making Baekhyun’s head spin in pleasure and want.
And Baekhyun knew that he called that on himself, provoking Chanyeol that much, but damn if it was worth it even just hearing Chanyeol talking like that, touching him like that, mauling that poor nipple that was now maroon and turgid, making Baekhyun jolt in oversensitivity every time that Chanyeol’s teeth or tongue touched it again and again. But Baekhyun wanted more, he was ready for everything Chanyeol was ready to give him.
“ Freaking do it , babe. I want to be filled almost like those toys I know you hide in your drawer, leaking out because it’s too much to fit everything inside. I want every single drop …” Baekhyun whispered lowly, pressing against Chanyeol’s fingers, starting like that a faster pace, rolling his hips deeper and faster on Chanyeol’s laps, almost bouncing on them, feeling his dick leaking precum everywhere on his abdomen and against Chanyeol’s t-shirt.
“Look at you, hyung , Already like this just for a few fingers? I wonder how nicely you’ll cry when you’ll ride my cock, begging for more…” Chanyeol groaned against his skin and Baekhyun threw his head back, and seriously it was so much all together and he couldn’t help but not swear several times, moans becoming more and more recurrent.
“ Make me , baby boy. Show me how much you want it too.” Baekhyun declared, feeling another finger prodding in and… god . Baekhyun felt it squelch inside, wandering how wet yet tight he was but Chanyeol didn’t let him breathe and he was immediately setting an even faster pace inside him, fingers easily finding his soft spot and hitting on that repeatedly. Baekhyun couldn’t form coherent thoughts or sentences anymore, so he simply took everything he could and went with it, pleasure washing over him like a tide.
“Come for me, hyung .” Chanyeol muttered tongue flatly licking the abused nipple and Baekhyun simply did, voice breaking in a brief oh, fuck, yes, love you so much , lights sparkling for a second maybe too brightly beneath his closed eyes, feeling his load emptying like an explosion on himself and Chanyeol’s t-shirt.
“ Fuck , I’m sorry, baby… I promise I’ll wash…” Baekhyun whispered, breath a bit ragged but Chanyeol’s lips were already on the shorter’s ones, kissing him passionately and a bit messily. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so gorgeous…” Chanyeol breathed in between the kiss, making Baekhyun groan in it, pushing back and chasing Chanyeol everytime the younger wanted to detach.
“ Then finally fuck me up ,” Baekhyun added and Chanyeol nodded without even thinking slowly removing his fingers from Baekhyun, not without a short, pained hiss, and moving his hands to squeeze Baekhyun’s plump ass. “I won’t ask you again because I don’t want to be slapped, but if you change your…” Chanyeol started saying, but Baekhyun’s fingers were already going to caress Chanyeol’s erection, hard and wet with precum between them.
It was a bit neglected but Baekhyun couldn’t wait to feel it inside himself, giving it the rightful pleasure it demanded for. And even without any further notice, he simply removed his own fingers from himself and, using those same ones to steady Chanyeol’s erection, he simply bottomed out in one single swift move. The stretch was there, present and clear, pulling and making it a bit annoying, but the filling sensation… perfection .
Chanyeol moaned lowly, fingers dipping deeper in Baekhyun’s thighs and ass, squeezing and trying his best not to move before Baekhyun’s green light. But Baekhyun didn’t take long. Just the time to get used to the noticeable insertion, and he was already moving on Chanyeol’s dick, lifting himself up almost to be almost out and then slamming down again, taking all the length inside, moaning lewdly with every single movement.
Chanyeol bit his bottom lip, trying not to let himself go too much or too soon, but Baekhyun’s movements were expert on the taller and in no more than a few thrusts, Chanyeol was already moaning again, pressing and squeezing Baekhyun’s ass strongly, pulling him closer, slamming skin together.
Chanyeol’s erection was thick and veiny and fit Baekhyun’s inside perfectly reaching deep enough and filling him as it belonged there and Baekhyun could feel everything , differently compared to when Chanyeol insisted to wear a condom. “You feel so good, baby, I can feel you deep inside…” Baekhyun let out, fingers carding through Chanyeol’s hair and pulling him closer.
However Chanyeol’s lips were already lacing again with Baekhyun’s neck, kissing, licking and biting him there, not letting Baekhyun do all the work by himself. “ Fuck , you’re so tight, squeeze me inside so well. I want your inside to remember the shape of my cock and taking it again and again and again…” Chanyeol groaned lowly against his neck, and with each again there was a thrust more, making Baekhyun whimper feeling like he was already oh so fucked .
“Only yours, baby boy. Use hyung as you prefer… My body, as my soul, belongs to you and you only. Do what you want with me.” Baekhyun let out, voice broken between moans and gasps every time Chanyeol thrust deeper inside him. And when he hit his prostate, Baekhyun swore he could see the stars during daylight. The moan that left his mouth was obscene in a word, filthy and almost pornographic.
“Woah, hyung , do you hear yourself? Such a little slut, wanting more and more pleasure only from me. Because you know that no other cock can fulfil your thirst as this one, right? No one knows your shape and preferred spots as I do…” Chanyeol countered, making Baekhyun shake his head fervently, knowing that it was exactly like that and that Chanyeol indeed was the only one he wanted beside both romantically and physically.
“ More , give me more, baby. Make me lose my mind over you again and again…” Baekhyun breathed lowly, voice barely audible and Chanyeol smirked shortly toward him, despite he was a bit sweaty too and his breath started to be shorter too. “ Beg for me, hyung .” He declared and Baekhyun shook his head because… begging ? Nope. It wasn’t something for him.
But it started like that a continuous cycle of almost there that had Baekhyun on the edge every single freaking time, feeling like he was about to come, but nope , Chanyeol slowed down or changed his pace or the direction of his thrusts. “ Babe… ” Baekhyun groaned lowly, biting his bottom lips and Chanyeol shook his head, smirk not leaving his lips.
“I know you want my cum inside you as much as I do. But maybe you’re not… desperate enough for it? What do we say?” Chanyeol let out softly and Baekhyung groaned lowly before glaring at him. But he knew that if he wanted it he had to beg or to find another way.
“I was so nice with you…” Baekhyun started but Chanyeol shook his head. “You won’t buy me with words, hyung . Beg. For. It .” He declared again but Baekhyun pursed his lips, even though they wavered after another hard thrust way too close to his prostate. “Neither if I promise you that I will be good and let you eat me. I know it’s something you always wanted to do, especially when I’m still filled with you and I’m wet and stretched just for you to dive in…” Baekhyun countered, glancing sensually toward Chanyeol and judging by how burgundy Chanyeol’s cheeks became and how he slowly licked his lips, Baekhyun knew he won.
“ Hyung , it’s unfair…” he started saying but Baekhyun pressed a finger on Chanyeol’s lips stopping him immediately. “Fill me to the brim and then eat me up. I know you want to.” Baekhyun breathed, starting again a faster pace on Chanyeol’s dick and this time Chanyeol followed it, fingers gripping on Baekhyun’s buttocks, spreading them, thrusting even deeper than before, aim perfect on Baekhyun’s softest spot.
Baekhyun moaned and groaned louder than before, uncaring if his apartment was soundproof enough or if the neighbours could hear him crying and moaning like he was in heat, but Chanyeol’s dick inside him was everything he wanted and he wanted more and more and more . “Give it to me, baby, let yourself go,” Baekhyun whispered over Chanyeol’s lips, moaning on them and Chanyeol simply gave in .
His tempo became faster, fucking Baekhyun as he asked him, squelching sound becoming even lewder probably thanks to the precum that was oozing from Chanyeol’s erection and when for a second Baekhyun was afraid that the taller would stop again as before, he simply shoved inside him deeper, driving them both to oblivion with an unrelenting and perfect pace.
Chanyeol was the first one to come, Baekhyun could feel it in how his own inside was suddenly filled with warmth and stickiness, making Chanyeol’s thrusts even more dirty , and then because Chanyeol bit his neck before crying a low-pitched, fuck hyung you’re the best as he emptied himself inside Baekhyun.
The older yipped, feeling suddenly pleasantly filled and he let himself go too, enjoying that mess they made and those sounds and Chanyeol’s short breath against his neck and it was just right . He came in a few more thrusts, coming again between himself and Chanyeol, letting out a quick baby I love you so much, you feel so good .
But even before he could catch his breath or realise how perfect everything was, Chanyeol was already manhandling him down on the couch, using the long isle part of it to turn Baekhyun on his four and, even without questioning a second, he was already admiring his own work on Baekhyun.
Baekhyun could feel the cum sliding down his hole and his inner thighs, hot and sticky, but feeling cold at the sudden air, giving him goosebumps everywhere on his body. “What…?” Baekhyun tried to say but Chanyeol’s fingers were already smearing the thick liquid all over Baekhyun’s entrance and perineum, massaging and squeezing, probably seeing it moving or gushing in different ways.
The shorter felt hyper aware of himself and his status but he couldn’t say a thing because he promised Chanyeol and he wanted to see as well how the whole experience was. So he moved his hand on his back, squeezing his ass cheeks and holding them spread for Chanyeol. “It’s all for you, baby boy . You dreamt of it and now it’s here. Do what you want with it and with me .” Baekhyun reminded him, spreading slightly his legs, steading himself in that not so steady position and place.
“ Hyung, fuck , you don’t know what you do to me…” Chanyeol let out, fingers gently touching again the wet place and Baekhyun slightly pressed back, meeting the touch. “Don’t hesitate… while it’s still wet and sticky. Isn’t it how you wanted me? Filled to the brim enough to leak, just to eat me? I want it as well, no worries…” Baekhyun breathed softly and only then Chanyeol inhaled deeply, almost transfixed in what he was doing, leaning down and, after pressing a soft kiss on the left and right cheeks, he poked his tongue in, gathering some semen.
Chanyeol literally moaned against his entrance and if up to that moment there was an inch of hesitation, then it was no more. Chanyeol licked, sucked and bit his hole, collecting as much as he could, reaching as deep as he could, sucking on it just to have more and Baekhyun had to admit it. It was lewd beyond measure but also so fucking hot . Enough that without even realising his erection was hard again, leaking on the couch.
“Ah, fuck no, we can’t ruin it… My cousin will kill me.” Baekhyun groaned lowly, trying to shimmy away from Chanyeol but the taller one held him in place, eating his ass like his whole life depended on it and Baekhyun couldn’t believe it but he was already horny, already wanting again. Just because Chanyeol was eating him out with so much passion and fuck …
Chanyeol stopped just an instant to remove his t-shirt and put it underneath Baekhyun so that the precum would end up on it instead of the couch but then he restarted and god , Baekhyun never had his ass eaten that well, enough that his knees buckled, maybe unable to stand the heat with which Chanyeol was slurping on his back, taking everything he could and reaching as deep as he could.
“ Fuck , slow down babe, I just…” Baekhyun muttered trying to contain his voice but Chanyeol groaned lowly, diving deeper in, sucking his puckered and now abused hole, before thrusting again his tongue in and ravaging Baekhyun’s inside with renewed intention. It almost felt like he was drugged by Baekhyun’s scent or with the mix of their products.
“ Hyung, can I use my fingers again? You are so good I want to taste you more…” Chanyeol groaned against his entrance and as Chanyeol was ecstatic about that sudden happening, Baekhyun was as well and as in everything with Chanyeol he decided to go with the flow. “You can do everything , baby. Use me .” He replied, earning himself another low groan from Chanyeol that started to play with his ass again, fingers and tongue entering together or separated but without giving Baekhyun a single breath.
Baekhyun felt so high in whatever that was, completely lost in it that he didn’t realise immediately that Chanyeol behind him started to jerk off himself, looking at how his fingers and tongue disappeared inside the older. “ Fuck , baby, want me to do that for you?” Baekhyun proposed to him but Chanyeol was already shaking his head, smudging all the wetness on Baekhyun’s ass and on his face too.
“No, just lemme… continue this?” Chanyeol let out, breath coming again shortly, clearly aroused and almost pleading and well who was Baekhyun to refuse it to him? Especially when it felt that good? But he felt even better when suddenly Chanyeol changed position and after a low breathed fuck, yes , he felt again hot and sticky cum landing on his ass and back, making him arch his back and come suddenly at the only sensation and idea of what just happened behind him.
“ Hyunnie …” Chanyeol whined, probably realising that he made a mess but Baekhyun was still high and surprised by the fact that he freaking came untouched just after having his ass eaten wonderfully and because his adorable boyfriend just came too on his back? So satisfying .
“If it’s not because you stained the couch I don’t want to hear your apologies, Yeollie.” Baekhyun replied, voice strained and leaning his forehead on the couch, trying to regain his breath and a full realisation of what the fuck just happened . Chanyeol groaned again, gently caressing Baekhyun’s side. “The couch is fine, b-but…” Chanyeol tried but Baekhyun shook his head again.
“Shhh. Give me one second, then. Nobody ever ate my ass like that. I’m in heaven for a second.” Baekhyun let out still out like a light , simply enjoying the sensation and everything that came with it, quite literally. Chanyeol hummed, caressing Baekhyun’s thighs, sides and back, sweetly, softly, soothing the older guy who basked in that pleasant feeling of satisfaction and fulfilment and…
“Baekhyunnie, we should… take a shower and clean a bit. Isn’t it tonight that Junmyeon-ssi will visit?” Chanyeol breathed and Baekhyun jolted up immediately, clearly remembering that thing only in that moment.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, standing up immediately even though his legs didn’t cooperate and Chanyeol had to intervene and calm him down. “There’s time. Don’t fret.” He assured him and Baekhyun leant down, picking up his phone that still was recording. “An edit is needed here.” He observed, making Chanyeol chuckle and nod. “On my version, though. Yours for sure it’s less quality. Why do you still buy iphone, Baekhyunnie? It’s…” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun tiptoed, pressing a quick kiss on Chanyeol’s lips.
“Let’s go, team Samsung . We can talk about this later, we need to settle some things before here. And shower. Look at the mess you made.” Baekhyun groaned lowly but Chanyeol’s arms were already around his waist, pulling Baekhyun closer. “ We made. It’s your idea letting me do as I please and for this I thank you very much and…” Chanyeol started but Baekhyun pressed his hand on Chanyeol’s mouth, stopping him.
“Let’s go.” He concluded, earning himself a soft chuckle, and that night after that Junmyeon stopped by finding everything in order as it should be (and no stained couch), Baekhyun hated to admit it but maybe, after all, Chanyeol’s phone had the best recording of their heated session.
“I’m really grateful for this, Baekhyun. And I don’t mean just because you’ll let me upload this amazing video on my channel, but also for what it all meant for us. I’m… lucky to have you and I love you.” Chanyeol muttered while they were laying in bed, confronting the two videos and Baekhyun snuggled closer to Chanyeol.
He felt lucky as well and loved as never before. “I… think we’re fated lovers or something like that. Because I feel like I know you since forever and maybe even beyond that. Like soulmates ?” Baekhyun let out softly, feeling a bit of tiredness washing over him, feeling like his body and soul could rest undisturbed near Chanyeol.
“My romantic hyung .” Chanyeol whispered, pressing a soft kiss on Baekhyun’s head. And even before Baekhyun could puff his cheeks retorting something, Chanyeol turned around, throwing his phone on the other side of the bed just to pull Baekhyun closer to himself, fully dedicating attention to him.
“And I feel the same. Past, future or parallel but I’m sure this is not our first existence together. We fit each other too well. And I love it.” Chanyeol added, making Baekhyun smile softly, snuggling closer to Chanyeol. “I love you .” Baekhyun muttered softly, circling Chanyeol’s side with his own arm.
“And next time, I want to use something else from the channel. You once said you bottomed too. Am I wrong? Would you like to try it with me?” Baekhyun breathed gingerly, fingers drawing meaningless circles on Chanyeol’s back and feeling him hum softly before he could nod. “I’ll be in your care, I know you will treat me well.” Chanyeol replied, pressing a ginger kiss on Baekhyun’s forehead, making the older man smile.
And yes maybe, after all, Baekhyun could really live like that, deserving happiness and love in the shape of a big, nerdy lover who owned an OF channel where they posted the lewdest and dirtiest clips ever. Because they were like that, and once they met each other once again, everything would be fine from there to eternity.
— EXTRA —
A few months passed after that and Baekhyun couldn’t find a single flaw in whatever was going on between him and Chanyeol. They faced the whole matter of Chanyeol living in Baekhyun’s apartment both with Junmyeon and with the Parks, thing that they considered necessary to live their relationship at ease with themselves and with the world.
With Junmyeon always there was no problem because he was already more or less aware of what was going on between his cousin and the tall nerdy friend and yeah, nothing surprising in knowing that Chanyeol fully transferred there and they lived together like almost a married couple. When instead the matter was brought up with the Parks, one of the few times that they were home from one of their thousands trips, it was slightly less easy.
Chanyeol’s mum seemed to be a reasonable person, asking Baekhyun questions about what he was studying, for how long he knew her son and things like that. Instead for his adoptive father, it seemed like he couldn’t wait to have Chanyeol out that house and of his sight, clearly relieved at the idea that he didn’t have to think anymore about that son that wasn’t even his own.
Baekhyun hated that, especially because Chanyeol was nothing but commendable throughout all the process, explaining his reasons and how fell in love with Baekhyun and, well, clearly leaving out a lot of things that went on since when they knew and all Baekhyun’s sleeping around with Jaehyun.
Speaking of Jaehyun, he tried twice to menace Baekhyun about exposing him and Chanyeol, telling his parents about how Baekhyun was nothing but a whore and how Chanyeol had that OF channel and other bullshit that Baekhyun couldn’t bring himself to listen to all. “Listen,” he told him the last time that they saw each other. “I’m not sorry for what I did, nor I feel like I need to explain myself to you in any way. But I really love your stepbrother and he does the same with me. Leave us alone, or I’ll do my best to ruin your life forever and not only with your parents.” Baekhyun threatened him and both him and Jaehyun knew what Baekhyun could do and how many things he knew that could potentially ruin Jaehyun’s whole life and not only in college or with some friends or his parents.
Baekhyun wished he would never find himself in the situation to use that knowledge but wanted to let Jaehyun know that he was ready to do everything in order to protect what was blooming flourishingly between him and Chanyeol. He would never ruin or risk the relationship he had with Chanyeol for anything else in the world.
After that, everything else felt almost like a fairytale. They had clearly small quarrels and confrontations on everyday things, especially during exams period or when Baekhyun doubted himself and some random dark clouds threatened to come back in his life. Or when Chanyeol once said that he wasn’t sure he was enough for someone as Baekhyun, stating that he deserved better than someone like Chanyeol at his side.
However, with a bit of shouting and crying, and talking and why don’t you understand you’re the only one for me, the only one that I want at my side? they always managed to understand each other and come back stronger and stronger from whatever that small inconvenience could be.
It was almost their ten month anniversary when Baekhyun came home finding all the lights out, the apartment completely silent. Strange considering that Chanyeol was supposed to be home at that time and probably even cooking dinner considering that it was later than usual. Baekhyun took off his shoes and padded toward the kitchen, finding it empty.
He dropped his bag and a small convenience store bag on the table and then went to Chanyeol’s room, knocking softly, calling his name but the door opened, showing the empty room. Baekhyun frowned even deeper, perplexed at the taller’s absence. Not in the kitchen or his room, not in the bathroom that had the door opened and the lights off so maybe in what once was only Baekhyun’s bedroom but now was theirs considering that they always slept together there.
And when he opened the door softly, at this point afraid to make a sound convinced that the younger was sound asleep, he faced the most perfect vision he could ever even imagine appearing in their reality. In his mind there was only leather and lace , black, caressing the smooth skin, pressing on the supple thighs and against the muscles of the broad back and…
“Y-You’re early!” Chanyeol commented, scrambling to pick up a baby blue t-shirt from the bed and putting it on in a haste, hiding that magical vision much to Baekhyun’s displeasure. “It’s not early, it’s, umh, quite late, actually almost eight… I stopped by and buy some mandu and kimbap from the store you like…” Baekhyun let out even though he took a step further to Chanyeol, still processing what he just saw and woah . He wanted to see and to touch more.
“Let’s eat then, I-I didn’t realise it was this late, I should have…” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun stretched his arm, fingers gently brushing the back of Chanyeol’s hand and then softly up his arm. “Can’t that wait? I… you… can I see that again?” Baekhyun whispered softly, trying to understand if it was something okay for Chanyeol or if he was embarrassed and heavenly gods of the universe he never saw something like that on Chanyeol but he looked so gorgeous it actually hurt, Baekhyun aching to touch, to kiss and discover more of how that harness was made and how petite that laced lingerie looked on Chanyeol’s broad body.
There was an instant of silence and Baekhyun shook his head briefly. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want to. Just… can I see it again, please ?” Baekhyun muttered, fingers stopping on Chanyeol’s elbow, seeing him shiver softly, teeth going to torture his bottom lip, clearly disliking what was happening in that moment.
And Baekhyun knew that he never plead in his life for something physical related and that would be indeed his first time, ready to fall on his knees and revere, adore , every single inch of Chanyeol’s body, but he didn’t want the taller to feel unease in any way. And in that moment, Chanyeol wasn’t comfortable with him seeing that so Baekhyun simply forced a short smile, removing his hand from Chanyeol’s arm.
“You’re right, let’s go eat something. It’s already late and we both have classes tomorrow. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” Baekhyun eased him, smile getting softer and turning around, ready to leave the room and giving Chanyeol some space to change or to put something more comfortable.
“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol muttered but Baekhyun shook his head, smile not faltering on his lips. “You don’t have any reason to be sorry, Yeollie . Let’s go eat something, uhm? I also took your favourite mogu mogu drinks, those with the coconut jellies.” Baekhyun added, leaving the room and starting to mindlessly put things on the table even though… woah , whatever that was Baekhyun was surprised and a bit dejected in the same instant.
He wanted to look better at Chanyeol, touch his skin, worship his body just to see it arch and tense and give him pleasure, filling him with nothing but love and… Baekhyun shook his head, trying to push that idea far from his mind for how difficult it was and for how hard he was in his trousers. Chanyeol didn’t want him to see it and that was the most important thing. Baekhyun needed to calm down and respect Chanyeol’s decision even when he didn’t agree with that or he just wanted to please him without any other if or but.
Chanyeol reached him in the kitchen after ten minutes, cheeks still flushed but with his regular t-shirt plus sweatpants combination on, helping him setting the table and asking small questions about his day and how were the lessons and other things like that. He was evasive even with his stare and with his gesture and for how much Baekhyun tried not to force things on the taller, he was admittedly worried about what was going on in Chanyeol’s head.
“You… I’m sorry for earlier. I should have knocked and please don’t feel like…” Baekhyun started saying when they were sitting on the couch, after dinner, mindlessly watching some variety shows on the television. However Chanyeol stood up immediately, shaking his head. “Can we not talk about that? I’m tired and… I’ll go to sleep now. Stay up as long as you want, I’ll use the other room.” Chanyeol declared, not even looking toward Baekhyun and fleeing the scene even before Baekhyun could process not even reply to that affirmation, seeing the younger closing up in his room, locking the door up.
Baekhyun sighed, fingers carding through his hair, messing it up, clearly frustrated and annoyed by whatever just happened. Did he make a mistake? Was there another way to do something different? To ease Chanyeol in a different way? Probably Baekhyun looked like a creep the very same instant he saw Chanyeol dressed like that, probably a maniac or something like that. And probably he shouldn’t have touched Chanyeol’s arm, invading somehow his privacy even more. True they were pseudo engaged, only with words and promises not being there any rings or couple items, but maybe Chanyeol needed some more privacy, to do some of his videos alone again and…
Easily as the darkening sky outside, doubts crept underneath Baekhyun’s skin, making him wonder. He sighed again, feeling defeated, not only tired and, after washing the dishes and taking a quick shower, he went directly to bed, but leaving the door wide open in the eventuality Chanyeol wanted to reach him during the night.
It didn’t happen. And when the following morning Baekhyun woke up, he discovered quite soon that Chanyeol was already gone to the college despite having both first classes and usually they went to those together. Baekhyun felt a pang of sadness in his chest but tried to stay positive and maybe there was some appointment Chanyeol already took with someone of his same class or maybe he wanted to study at the library a bit more before classes started. It could be anything.
Anything , yes, including Chanyeol avoiding Baekhyun. Already after the third day, Baekhyun couldn’t take it anymore. He sent him several messages apologising for he didn’t even know what , asking Chanyeol to talk to him about what was the matter and if it was something that they could solve together but Chanyeol replied that he needed time .
Gimme some time, please, I’m sorry , was the only message that Chanyeol sent him and Baekhyun didn’t know what to say or how to interpret it so he just… waited . He never thought that he could feel alone in his own house, not even before Chanyeol went to go and live there. But those days were like that, especially after that five days of silent treatment, Baekhyun saw Chanyeol in the cafeteria at college, laughing softly at something a tall guy standing near him said.
That pissed Baekhyun off, but he didn’t want to cause a scene there, but that night he left a message on the door of Chanyeol’s room with written we need to talk asap . And when Chanyeol kinda ignored the message, that evening, instead of going to bed, Baekhyun sat all the night on the couch, not even needing to scare the sleep away because he was even way too upset to be asleep.
The morning after, Chanyeol emerged from the room early as usual, but Baekhyun’s voice made him jolt in surprise, thinking that he was alone in the living room. “If you want to break up, at least have the decency to freaking say it to my face.” Baekhyun’s low voice said, and yeah after that all night he had a lot of time to think about what was happening and that was clearly the only solution possible.
“Baek, what?” Chanyeol let out surprised, voice still a bit scratchy from sleep but Baekhyun still missed it so much it physically hurt. “Don’t look at me like that. You avoid me, you say you need time and then you spend your time with other people while I don’t even know what is wrong between us or if you still…” Baekhyun let out, voice cracking shortly on the last part of the sentence, hating himself for being so weak in the only moment he needed to strengthen up instead.
“It’s not what you think, Baekhyun. And how do you even…?” Chanyeol tried to say but Baekhyun sat up, legs a bit wobbly because he sat there in that same position for heavens knew how many hours, but glaring toward Chanyeol. “Sure it’s not. Why caring if your boyfriend doesn't talk to you for almost a week? Why should I be worried? It’s normal, don’t you think?” Baekhyun let out, huffing a dejected chuckle, shaking his head.
“Listen, I won’t send you away from the house if it’s your maximum worry. Just tell me that it’s over so I can try and stop worrying and caring about you uselessly, will you? I don’t know what happened or if it was something I did or said, and I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way even what I can’t see but stop this. Stop making me feel miserable.” Baekhyun breathed, finally cracking inside, feeling his eyes water down and he honestly didn’t want Chanyeol to see him like that, to pity him because maybe it was that all along?
In a second, Baekhyun felt again darker clouds creeping in his mind, making him wonder and wonder if he was even worth being loved, judging what went through his life and despite not being strong enough as before thanks to the therapy he went through, he still felt like it was his fault .
And when Chanyeol reached closer to him, making gesture to caress his arm, Baekhyun swatted his hand always shaking his head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t pity me just because I’m flawed. It’s okay, I got it, it was just because I needed help in that moment and you were there as long as I needed it. Now that I’m healed you can go again for your own way. Just don’t. Tell me that you don’t love me and let me go, please .” Baekhyun breathed, voice wavering around words, trying to give a sense to what was happening.
“Stop spurting nonsense, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol declared, cutting in the silence of the room, voice now clear and low. Baekhyun shut up, clicking his tongue and glaring toward Chanyeol. “Am I? You don’t freaking talk to me, you avoid me even in our house , what should I think? You spend your free time with other people while you ask me time to think about things I don't even know what … What should I think?” Baekhyun let out, voice slightly raising, now fully upset, clearly losing his mind over all the things he had inside and what was inside Chanyeol’s head and he wasn’t telling him.
“You’re so freaking dumb , hyung , sometimes. As if I could stop loving you, or being with you just because I pity you!” Chanyeol suddenly retorted, raising his voice as well, completely losing it and making Baekhyun’s eyes go wide in surprise especially at the hyung usage that was something that Chanyeol did only when they were together and only when he felt physically or emotionally weak as well.
“Then what?” Baekhyun spat out starting to lose his patience because nothing made sense anymore and if Chanyeol still loved him what he needed time on? Why couldn’t they live their life as usual? Why was he taking distances from him? “You ruined it!” Chanyeol declared suddenly, making Baekhyun frown deeply, trying to understand what the taller was talking about but Chanyeol sighed deeply, shaking his head and gesturing toward the couch.
“Can we please sit for a second and talk as civil people ?” Chanyeol asked him, earning another glare from Baekhyun. “You’re the one avoiding me for five, no, six days now. So you better start talking, now .” Baekhyun retorted, not making a gesture to sit down again, crossing his arms to his chest and looking toward Chanyeol, waiting.
Chanyeol hummed briefly, fingers carding through his hair, messing it up. “I… it started all because I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary. Ten months are not a lot , but for me it’s almost a year and I just felt like it would be nice doing something different.” Chanyeol started saying fingers going to scratch the back of his head, pressing his lips in a thin line.
“And you walked in a part of that surprise I had in mind, I felt a bit wronged . And I know you didn’t know and it’s not your fault, but I still needed time to come up with something different because you saw most of it already and…” Chanyeol started saying making Baekhyun frown even deeper than before, totally not understanding what was going on.
“So you wanted to surprise me with what exactly, because I don’t think you fully understand how I felt these past six days, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun breathed, stare softening a bit but still not leaving Chanyeol’s face, trying to read Chanyeol’s expressions. “I’m sorry, I… realised only now how bad it was. And how you felt somehow rejected by my actions and I was just focusing on preparing something new for you in those few days left until our anniversary.” Chanyeol whispered, voice getting lower and lower, pressing his lips in a thin line, puppy eyes looking toward Baekhyun.
He inhaled deeply, stretching tentatively his hand toward Chanyeol’s hair and the taller let him mess his hair up a bit. “You’re so…” Baekhyun started but honestly all the anger washed away, making him feel only tired and exhausted. “I’m sorry for ruining your previous surprise, but I don’t want another one for our anniversary. I just want my Chanyeollie back.” Baekhyun let out shortly, feeling again his eyes water down, but shifting immediately his stare away, not wanting Chanyeol to see how hurt yet relieved it was about the fact that Chanyeol wasn’t going anywhere just found a weird way to prepare something surprising for him.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol called him softly but Baekhyun shook his head, moving away from where he was standing. “I just want to be alone for a moment. You can go on, we will see later at college.” Baekhyun concluded, padding toward his bedroom and for the first time closing the door behind him, falling face first on the bed and letting himself go to a silent cry.
It was a lot to process and Baekhyun knew how naive and innocent Chanyeol was sometimes and after that explanation he knew why the younger behaved like that but still that hurt so much inside Baekhyun’s chest, enough that for a moment he doubted again himself and the fact that he was a good person, worthy of love and a beautiful relationship as the one he still had with Chanyeol, loving and being loved as he did, with all the highs and lows that could have.
And he didn’t realise it immediately, but at a certain point he felt warm fingers carding through his hair, sweetly, caressing his head and his neck. “You’re unfair.” Baekhyun whispered, letting himself go at the soft gestures, liking more than he would ever admit, especially in that moment that he was still a bit unsettled.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Chanyeol muttered in reply, fingers reaching his neck and massaging him slowly there, making Baekhyun close his eyes, enjoying that warm and those touches so familiar and so heart-warming. “I thought you wanted to leave me.” Baekhyun added softly, making Chanyeol sit a bit closer to Baekhyun, hand never leaving his hair and neck.
“I’m sorry, but it’s absurd. I would never. You’re the only one I love, my sweetest and romantic hyung , my softest boyfriend and the most sensual person I’ve ever met. You’re a full package, hyung , why should I even think about leaving you?” Chanyeol countered briefly, making Baekhyun pouted, shaking his head.
“What about that tall, lanky friend you have? He looked quite handsome in my eyes. Isn’t he the full package too?” Baekhyun let out softly, making Chanyeol hum shortly probably trying to understand who Bakehyun was referring to but then he let out a soft ah! realising who the shorter was talking about.
“That’s Oh Sehun, I asked him a help for your surprise. I cannot disclose what he’s studying or I’ll ruin again the surprise, but he’s not a full package for me. Besides, he’s already happily engaged.” Chanyeol explained patiently, fingers still massaging Baekhyun’s head and neck slowly, softly as he knew that Baekhyun liked it.
Baekhyun sighed softly, obviously eased at those words and on the whole matter but still wanting to push the thing a bit, just to torture Chanyeol a bit. “Maybe his fiancé’s not jealous and you know, for the channel, a threesome…” Baekhyun let out but Chanyeol leant down pressing his lips, or better his teeth, on Baekhyun’s neck, biting him not so gently.
“ I am . I’ll never share you with anybody else, hyung . And I won’t be anybody else’s but yours.” Chanyeol whispered against his neck, finally making Baekhyun turn around to face Chanyeol, stare meeting his. “Whatever this surprise is, better be the best ever or I’ll be oh so mad , Chanyeollie…” Baekhyun declared, and despite the glare there was a soft smirk on his lips and Chanyeol smile, amused, nodding shortly. “I won’t let you down, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol concluded, leaning down again to press a soft kiss on his lips and Baekhyun’s fingers easily found their ways in Chanyeol’s hair, pulling him closer and… they would see in a few days more if the surprise was worth it or not.
The day of their anniversary Baekhyun wanted to stay at home but Chanyeol quite literally kicked him out and reminded him of his almost perfect attendance and that he still needed to go to college despite everything. Baekhyun didn’t like it but went with it, knowing that it was indeed important and between pouting and a lot of kisses he left home in time.
When he came back, though, the apartment was dark again and that gave him not exactly pleasant memories. However, on the floor there were some red rose petals and some notes like follow me or leave your bags here or things like that. On the table there was a glass bottle of something pinkish that Baekhyun didn’t know what it was but, trusting Chanyeol, at the drink me paper he decided to pour himself some and downing it. It was something peachy , with a low degree of alcohol but really nice on the tongue.
He still followed the messages and roses, picking up a small velvet box with written bring me with you but don’t peek in and then ended up again in front of the door of their bedroom. This time, Baekhyun knocked softly and only when Chanyeol’s low voice gave him his green light, he opened it.
The lights were off but there were a lot of candles here and there giving the room a sensual mood, plays of lights and shadows on the walls and on the bed making it a bit different from usual but still Baekhyun’s eyes landed on Chanyeol’s figure kneeling on the bed, knees slightly apart, wearing nothing but that combination of leather plus lace that Baekhyun saw that evening.
Baekhyun this time took his time to look and take all the details in. The lace lingerie was transparent black, way too small to cover Chanyeol’s bulge already prominent and slightly peeking up from the thin waistband. And surely barely enough to cover Chanyeol’s nipples, areolas slightly showing.
But the harness. Oh, that one was perfection , caressing Chanyeol’s torso and his thin waist, his supple thighs, signing it, flesh clearly being too much to fit in something so constricting. But Baekhyun couldn’t help but want to touch and to bite and… god, everything was so beautiful, Baekhyun almost didn’t feel as angry as he was a few days before.
Just in front of Chanyeol on the other side of the room, near the entrance, there was Chanyeol’s camera, mounted on the tripod and already settled for recording. “Your choice tonight. It’s on but I won’t move from here, you decide what and if you want to share it to the world or not.” Chanyeol let out replying his silent question, making Baekhyun hum briefly, tongue licking his lips slowly.
“You did quite a good job here. Should I reach you there or…?” Baekhyun asked him, still trying to process what was going on and Chanyeol hummed briefly head hinting toward the box in Baekhyun’s hands. “There are two things inside there. One, more important, it’s what I asked help from Oh Sehun. He’s studying to work in his family’s business. His father is a goldsmith.” Chanyeol started saying, making Baekhyun part his lips in surprise, not expecting that revelation out of a sudden.
But Chanyeol spoke up again. “The second is something that you may use for me, for us , tonight, to make this evening unforgettable.” Chanyeol added, blush softly painting on his cheeks and Baekhyun frowned shortly, curiosity having the best of him and finally opening the small box, revealing two golden rings with something engraved outside and inside.
On the bigger one there was written my nerdy prince and inside hyung’s baby boy . The incision made Baekhyun chuckle softly because indeed Baekhyun sometimes called Chanyeol his nerdy prince and when they were in their intimacy baby boy so yeah. But that made him even more curious about the second ring, his, picking it up softly, inspecting it.
Outside there was something that made Baekhyun chuckle again: my romantic hyung , which was true and Chanyeol really brought out Baekhyun’s most romantic side, even things that he didn’t know he would do or say for the taller. But what there was written on the inside, made Baekhyun bit his lip, suddenly feeling even harder in his jeans. Baby’s playtoy . And fuck that was quite right. They both knew how Baekhyun would do everything to keep his baby entertained during their intimacy.
“That’s so accurate, baby.” Baekhyun let out softly, reaching him on the bed and stretching his hand toward Chanyeol who put his hand over Baekhyun’s, letting the older put the ring on his finger. “To both our sides. The romantic and sweet one together with the one we share only in moments like this, alone, wanting nothing but to be together physically too, to our extreme and beautiful compatibility.” Chanyeol whispered, picking up the smaller ring and putting it on Baekhyun’s finger too.
Baekhyun leant down pressing a quick, chaste kiss on Chanyeol’s lips and when the taller tried to prolong the contact Baekhyun pressed a finger on his lips. “I wanna know what is the second thing and then enjoy what you prepared for us. Because I have to suppose that this is for me to indulge in you as I prefer better, right? Making you come again and again, before you plead hyung to fuck you raw and fill you up, uhm?” Baekhyun whispered softly over Chanyeol’s lips and yes, judging by how glassy and full blown was Chanyeol’s stare, Baekhyun got it more than right.
“You know that despite how everything started I love when you take good care of me and I know how you feel like I never fully let you do so , so tonight I’m up to everything you want. I prepared my best self for you, I just want to look good for you.” Chanyeol let out in reply, baring himself for Baekhyun to see, his full intentions completely in sight and Baekhyun couldn’t help but be pleased with that.
“I won’t hold back, baby, you know? Are you sure you want me to decide if filming or not?” Baekhyun asked him and Chanyeol nodded shortly, hinting again to the box in Baekhyun’s hand. “ Do me as you please, hyung .” He breathed and Baekhyun felt that going straight down to his erection, thickening it already.
However, moving aside the soft cotton that there was beneath the two rings that Baekhyun already picked up, something shiny was revealed. And honestly Baekhyun couldn’t believe his eyes. “You always say that I’m your golden retriever boyfriend , so the first thing was a must…” Chanyeol explained as Baekhyun picked up a leather collar with some silver inserts whose purpose was more than clear. And despite what happened in Baekhyun’s past he was surprisingly fine with breathplay , as long as it wasn’t on himself.
“And the other ones, well, they are equally self explanatory…” Chanyeol added and when Baekhyun looked in the box he was more than surprised . “ Oh ,” he let out, picking up two small clamps tied together by a beautiful silvery chain. “I-I… you know how I, uhm , am sensitive on my nipples and not always you can reach with your hands or mouth and…” Chanyeol started justifying himself but Baekhyun was already shaking his head clearly pleased with the items.
“Such a nasty baby boy . Prepared all of this for us, wanting to be treated like a pillow prince now? Cute .” Baekhyun let out and even before Chanyeol could retort anything, Baekhyun’s fingers were under Chanyeol’s chin, tilting his head up, lips slightly parting in surprise. Baekhyun licked his lips flatly before slowly spitting some saliva inside his mouth. “Put the collar on baby and start up some stretching. I won’t go easy on you tonight.” Baekhyun declared, giving Chanyeol the leather collar and Chanyeol hummed obliging diligently while Baekhyun went to remove his trousers and underwear and fix some settings on the camera before starting the recording.
“Uhm, hyung ,” Chanyeol called him and Baekhyun hummed, unbuttoning his first few buttons on his shirt but leaving it on. And when Chanyeol didn’t continue, Baekhyun turned around and Chanyeol was blushing furiously, thin collar on and god it looked beautiful on him especially with everything else too.
“For the, uhm , stretching part I…” Chanyeol started saying and Baekhyun reached him again near the bed, fingers caressing through his hair. “You already fingered yourself for me?” Baekhyun asked him but Chanyeol shook his head, biting his lips. And Baekhyun was curious because clearly Chanyeol was hiding something but he didn’t know what . So he moved his fingers gently on Chanyeol’s shoulders, sides and then down his ass, barely covered by the thin lace and it was immediately clear that he had something inside himself, probably one of his dildos.
“ Oh. ” Baekhyun let out again, licking his lips softly before pressing Chanyeol’s on the bed just to inspect him better. Chanyeol whimpered at the movement but Baekhyun was already pressing his legs slightly apart enough to see the glint of a sparkly black dildo with an equally black gemstone sparkling in the crack of Chanyeol’s ass.
“You look lavish , baby boy. Is this all for me?” Baekhyun whispered, pleased with what he was seeing and Chanyeol nodded briefly, inhaling deeply before spreading his legs wider, showing himself completely to Baekhyun. “I’m sorry again, hyung , hope at least it will be worth it?” Chanyeol breathed softly making Baekhyun huff briefly, shaking his head but his hands were already moving on Chanyeol’s spread legs and on his thighs.
“Let’s see how good my baby boy will be?” Baekhyun let out, clearly provoking Chanyeol who licked his lips slowly before biting them. “ Use me as you want, hyung .” He declared and god , Baekhyun was sold. There was nothing more to say if not starting the action.
His hand moved immediately on the small laced bra that was a poor excuse of a cover and rolled the two pebbles beneath it, feeling them already hard and swollen. “You played with them too, baby?” Baekhyun asked him softly before leaning down and playing with them only with the tip of his tongue, slowly, teasing, seeing Chanyeol arch his back trying to follow Baekhyun’s movements but his hand was already keeping him still, pinned to the mattress.
“ Hyung ,” he started already to whine but Baekhyun shook his head, nose briefly brushing again the turgid nub. “No whining. You gave me full control and I assure you you won’t have anything but pleasure all night long.” Baekhyun breathed softly before sucking roughly on the nipple, earning himself a loud cry and a tug on his hair from Chanyeol.
And when the swollen bud was hard enough, Baekhyun pinched it with the small clamp, seeing Chanyeol groan and arch his back again suddenly feeling it squeeze his nipple very well and consistently. “Does it hurt?” Baekhyun checked with him but Chanyeol was already shaking his head, muttering a soft this is nothing making Baekhyun chuckle softly.
“Oh so let’s do it also on the other one?” Baekhyun proposed and even before Chanyeol could retort, Baekhyun was already sucking and biting the other one, making it swollen up, easily becoming burgundy and hard. Chanyeol squirmed underneath him but Baekhyun held him down strongly, completing his opera again with the other small clamp.
“They look so pretty on you, baby.” Baekhyun praised him, fingers gently pulling the chain between them and earning himself another jolt and a groan from Chanyeol. Pretty , Baekhyun thought but his fingers were already moving on the leather that caressed his skin, especially his thighs, squeezing them, loving how thick his boyfriend was.
“Where should we start, baby?” Baekhyun whispered, stare roaming all over Chanyeol’s body, taking in how freaking gorgeous he was and deciding what to do next. But even before Chanyeol could reply, Baekhyun’s fingers were attracted by that sparkling rod inside Chanyeol, going to slightly turn it around to understand how wet Chanyeol was.
And the dildo turned around easily, squelching softly, making Chanyeol moan, arching his back. “Aw, poor baby. Already like this just for a silicone stuff? Is this enough for you? To make you come?” Baekhyun asked him softly and when Chanyeol whimpered again but shook his head, Baekhyun hum softly, fingers reaching better the toy.
“Well, let’s see?” He asked rhetorically, starting to thrust the dildo inside and out Chanyeol’s ass, starting immediately with a fast pace, seeing Chanyeol unfold almost immediately under the ministrations, pushing against the intrusion, wanting that as deep as it was possible, barely able to restrain his moans.
“Such a sight. Already this greedy for a small toy. Look at you… such a filthy baby, always wanting his ass filled. Are you sure you are only stretching for hyung ?” Baekhyun continued, keeping up the pace and seeing precum oozing from Chanyeol’s erection, leaking on his torso and staining the lace that now was completely useless because his dick was way too big to be confined in that small piece of lace.
“No, hyung , i-it’s only for you…” Chanyeol groaned lowly and Baekhyun let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, sure. I see how it’s only for me. Should I stop then?” Baekhyun asked him, slowing down the pace and hearing Chanyeol whimper again, whining about the lack of friction coming from it, making Baekhyun chuckle softly.
“Ah, here it is, hyung’s slutty boy. Wanting always more and more pleasure.” Baekhyun breathed, leaning down, almost pressing his lips on Chanyeol’s but still keeping the distance. Chanyeol was already gone, completely open under Baekhyun’s ministrations, eyes full-blown, cheeks maroon and lips glossy and parted, hair matting to his forehead.
“ Hyung ,” Chanyeol whined again, but Baekhyun shook his head. “Oh baby, you know that if you want something you need to ask nicely . If you do, hyung will give you everything .” Baekhyun let out, a breath on his lips and Chanyeol tried to cross the distance but Baekhyun moved slightly farther.
“ Ask nicely …” he whispered and Chanyeol moaned lowly at a new thrust and finally let himself go. “ Hyung, please, lemme come ,” he groaned softly, rolling his hips for how possible from that position and Baekhyun literally fucked him with the dildo, way too easily finding Chanyeol’s preferred spot and making him explode on his torso in a white and sticky mess.
That Baekhyun started to gather almost immediately with his tongue, licking Chanyeol’s torso and abdomen clean, feeling all his spasms and quivers, still slowly, slowly thrusting the toy inside him. “So so so good for hyung ,” he praised the younger who groaned, fingers carding through Baekhyun’s hair gently pulling.
“Are you done already, babe?” Baekhyun asked him and when Chanyeol shook his head, Baekhyun asked what was next. Chanyeol hummed softly before glancing toward Baekhyun, blush becoming even more furious. And Baekhyun was interested in whatever could make Chanyeol blush even more.
“S-Sixty-nine?” Chanyeol muttered and oh , it was something that they always wanted to try but for a reason or another they never did. Baekhyun bit his lips, nodding already, wanting to reassure Chanyeol that he liked that idea as well and moved to kneel between Chanyeol’s legs.
“I’ll lay down… sit on my face and act as you prefer.” Baekhyun declared, seeing Chanyeol’s eyes going wide in surprise. “What’s up, baby? You don’t like the idea?” Baekhyun asked him, already moving aside but Chanyeol hummed shortly, making him stop immediately, stare fixed on Chanyeol ready to take whatever the younger was about to do or say.
“Do you really want me to sit on your face ? I’m…” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun was already speaking up, knowing where that whole thing was about to go. “ Gorgeous . And so erotic, you don’t know how much I always dreamt of this. So don’t state idiocies and do it.” Baekhyun declared, grinning toward Chanyeol who blushed even more than before.
And seeing that the taller wasn’t fully convinced, Baekhyun added a soft: it would be the sweetest death, underneath you grabbing your ass and thighs, come on, it’ll be fun , to which Chanyeol threw a pillow at him but finally moved from that position to fix it as Baekhyun suggested.
They struggled a second, removing the dildo from Chanyeol, revealing how stretched and wet he was, with their position, Baekhyun slapping Chanyeol’s ass twice because I told you to sit not to lean on , but finally they were ready to start.
Baekhyun’s fingers spread Chanyeol’s buttocks, tongue diving in without any further advice, feeling Chanyeol shiver over him, slightly leaning forward to brace himself for Baekhyun’s ministrations. Chanyeol smelt like strawberry lube, probably over-used while he was preparing himself for that evening and for Baekhyun. Easy to say, Baekhyun was super proud of him.
“ Hyung ,” Chanyeol whimpered, clearly enjoying it but then he clearly remembered what he suggested firstly and leant even further down, fingers going to tentatively touch Baekhyun’s erection that was clearly hard and probably leaking too. “Make me choke on your cock, hyung . Don’t falter or hesitate.” Chanyeol warned him, making Baekhyun huff because he knew that at a certain point it would be Chanyeol the one who would not be able to keep it up, but he nodded shortly, intensifying his activities in and on his puckered hole.
Chanyeol let a bit of saliva drip from his mouth down on Baekhyun’s erection, making him hiss softly, not expecting it, even though the best sensation was Chanyeol’s mouth hotly engulfing almost all his erection, sucking slowly, tongue twirling around the shaft. Baekhyun groaned, biting not so softly Chanyeol’s ass before quite literally devouring it, appreciating how stretched and wet it was, welcoming of his tongue even deeper and feeling Chanyeol squirm over him and moan on his erection.
Baekhyun simply decided to let himself go to that and everything as it came, quite literally, enjoying the sensation of Chanyeol pressing his ass better against his face, squeezing his thighs tighter against Baekhyun’s head, squirming softly as he tried not to moan too loud and focusing on his work on Baekhyun’s erection too.
However, after Baekhyun sucked harder on Chanyeol’s hole, the taller groaned even louder, releasing Baekhyun’s erection from his mouth, grinding against Baekhyun’s face and his mouth. “ Fuck, hyung , more …” he moaned loudly, making Baekhyun smirk shortly, pressing in more, making Chanyeol roll his hips instinctively, trying to get more.
What he didn’t expect was Chanyeol’s hand reaching for Baekhyun’s erection, starting to stroke it at the same pace that Baekhyun had with his own ministrations. It felt good and yeah probably if that would be a cause of death, it was the sweetest for sure. Baekhyun never stopped his ministrations, feeling Chanyeol come again arching his back and spluttering his cum all over Baekhyun’s shirt, swearing under his breath.
And Baekhyun was about to ask him if he was fine if he needed some time but Chanyeol was already leaning down again, taking all his cock in his mouth and sucking, catching up at the same pace that his hand had until that moment. Baekhyun moaned against Chanyeol’s hole, enjoying a bit too much Chanyeol’s hot cavern sucking him in.
But he didn’t want to stand by simply receiving. So he moved his fingers on Chanyeol’s hole, thrusting two inside, feeling Chanyeol gasp and quite literally choke on Baekhyun’s dick. “Ah, fuck, no, hyung , wait…” Chanyeol groaned but Baekhyun’s pace was again unrelenting and Chanyeol had to adapt to it if he wanted to continue his work on Baekhyun’s erection.
So he went on sucking, trying the fastest pace, tongue twirling around, probably hoping to make Baekhyun cum before Baekhyun could start again with a deathly pace, making Chanyeol a moaning mess. Again . And Baekhyun had a bit of mercy on the taller one, letting him at least that satisfaction.
It honestly felt amazing in Chanyeol’s mouth, hot and wet and the younger clearly knew perfectly what to do or what Baekhyun liked more, “ Baby, slow down or I’ll have to use your mouth as a cocksleeve…” Baekhyun warned him, groaning lowly, lewdly thrusting his fingers inside Chanyeol’s abused hole. And judging by how Chanyeol didn’t even care about that warning, Baekhyun simply let himself go, feeling the warmth pooling up on his lower abdomen and then exploding in lights behind his eyes and in hot, sticky cum in Chanyeol’s mouth.
“Oh god, you feel so good, baby. Drink it all, uhm?” Baekhyun breathed, starting immediately again the fast pace inside Chanyeol, feeling him softly choking again before he could press against the insertion wantoningly, clearly loving the insertion and wanting to come again. And Baekhyun granted his wish again, hitting again and again on his prostate, hearing him whimper and swear and god hyung, more gimme more .
Chanyeol’s thighs spasmed even more than before when he found again his release on Baekhyun’s shirt, Baekhyun’s name brokenly leaving his lips, together with a shaky love you that made Baekhyun smile softly, slowly removing his fingers from Chanyeol, feeling him hiss in oversensitivity. “Are you okay, babe?” Baekhyun whispered, fingers gently going to caress Chanyeol’s thighs, hearing him hum softly before he could slowly, very slowly , move from that position.
“Lay down a bit, uhm? I’ll bring you some water.” Baekhyun stated, seeing Chanyeol stretch his legs softly and leaning down to press a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips, but Chanyeol stopped him briefly. “I taste like cum…” Chanyeol breathed, making Baekhyun chuckle, shaking his head. “I just ate you out, baby. You sure I care about that?” Baekhyun retorted, seeing a small smile appearing on his lips and taking it as an okay to dive in for a soft kiss.
Baekhyun also went to retrieve some water for Chanyeol that drank almost all of it in one go, clearly thirsty, given that he used his voice and throat a lot. Baekhyun looked at him and he was clearly wasted already, making Baekhyun smile softly, pressing a quick kiss on his head.
“Let’s remove these and let’s go for a bath. You were amazing tonight, Chanyeollie, even though I doubt that the video will be usable, considering that you called me twice with my name.” Baekhyun whispered, fingers gently moving on the small clamps, softly removing them, earning himself a low moan from Chanyeol and seeing how maroon were the two abused nipples. He made gesture to go and retrieve some ointment to put on them but Chanyeol took his wrist, keeping him there.
“Chan-,” Baekhyun started saying but Chanyeol was glaring softly at him, shaking his head. Baekhyun frowned shortly but Chanyeol pulled him even more down than before, enough that Baekhyun had to stretch his other hand so as not to fall over Chanyeol on the bed again. “I want you inside, Baekhyunnie.” Chanyeol declared decided and Baekhyun’s eyes went wide in surprise, biting his bottom lip, investigating Chanyeol’s stare and face.
“It’s late and I already did something I usually wouldn't, Yeol. Tomorrow you have classes and we…” Baekhyun started, trying to be rational but Chanyeol huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll fuck myself on some dildo before sleeping alone tonight then.” Chanyeol declared, glaring at Baekhyun, making the older inhale deeply, biting his bottom lip, clearly not wanting that night to end like that.
“Baby love, you know I’m telling it for you…” Baekhyun tried again but Chanyeol shook his head clearly disliking the idea and Baekhyun was about to retort when Chanyeol spoke up again. “Maybe our followers are better than you with words and I could go live tonight. Maybe someone would like to fuck -,” Chanyeol started saying but Baekhyun was already pressing him down to the mattress, shaking his head, almost growling at the mere idea, jealousy kicking in immediately.
“ Oh, you wouldn’t ,” he breathed but Chanyeol was still glaring at him. “Test me, then. Leave me hanging and I freaking will, hyung .” Chanyeol declared, voice clear and decided and Baekhyun knew that those weren’t only words. It was a promise.
“You think it wouldn’t be so much easier give in and fuck you as…” Baekhyun groaned, leaning in and pressing his forehead against Chanyeol’s neck, inhaling deeply but Chanyeol’s hands were already in Baekhyun’s hair, pulling him closer, spreading his legs wider to better accommodate Baekhyun.
“Do it then. Screw college, classes and even our perfect attendance and those grades for just one time and fucking take me, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol almost ordered , voice low and strong yet quiet and delicate in Baekhyun’s ears. “You’ll be my ruin. The sweetest, lewdest, most gorgeous ruin ever.” Baekhyun let out, mouth lacing on Chanyeol’s neck, open-mouthed kissing him there and it wasn’t a verbal yes, but Baekhyun knew that he was already surrendering, wanting that way too much and Chanyeol being too freaking perfect in that moment.
“I know you want me too, hyung . I prepared myself at my best for you, just for you to take and do whatever you pleased and now you don’t wanna go until the end? You didn’t like it? I took so much time to put all this stuff together, including the harness,” Chanyeol whispered, guiding Baekhyun’s hand on his waist caressing the thin leather.
Baekhyun groaned lowly, moving his mouth up to his chin, still kissing him. “Or this soft lingerie,” Chanyeol continued, moving Baekhyun’s hand on the wet lace that still did a poor job hiding Chanyeol’s thickening erection. Baekhyun wanted to retort that he was gorgeous , the most beautiful creature ever existed in that world and that he wanted no one else but him, but Chanyeol led his hand up again, to the chain attached to the leather collar.
“Or this. I know you like the idea… and you know I love your hands against my neck, we already talked about this and everything happened before this,” Chanyeol started saying, trying to be delicate in mentioning Baekhyun’s past. But Baekhyun’s stare was already darkening, knowing as well as they both were into that.
“I put on my best attire just to look good for you, my love. Isn’t it a pity wasting the chance just because tomorrow there’re classes or for whatever else? Look at me and tell me you would rather sleep than do me and…” Chanyeol kept on saying but Baekhyun’s lips crashed against the taller’s, shutting him up immediately.
“As if you don’t know the effects you have on me, baby. How gorgeous and perfect you look and how I can’t say no to you, especially while looking like this, so strong yet so delicate, only mine to take as I want, after making you come again and again, just to fill you up as you like? Don’t make me laugh…” Baekhyun groaned against his lips and even before Chanyeol could retort, Baekhyun pulled gently at the thin chain attached to Chanyeol’s collar.
“I wanna see you plead and beg for it. I won’t let you go until you do. And no discounts for anyone tonight. You brought this on you.” Baekhyun let out lowly and Chanyeol smirked toward him, cocking his brow up. “ Make me .” He declared and god, he was so annoying sometimes but Baekhyun loved him so much.
Baekhyun’s hand moved between Chanyeol’s legs trying to understand if he was still wet and went he deemed it still okay, he immediately inserted two fingers, seeing Chanyeol gasp but press against the insertion.
“ Slut. Look at you already this wanting despite you coming a lot of times already tonight.” Baekhyun blurted out gently pulling a bit more at the chain and Chanyeol snorted, tongue licking his lips slowly. “You didn’t feed me your cock, hyung . My hole is still hungry for it. Your fingers are not enough.” Chanyeol retorted clearly in his full brat mode, making Baekhyun huff, shaking his head.
“At least you know how desperate you are for it, babe. Always ready and wanting for hyung ’s dick and that only. I’m sure you took my shape too, right? You love how I fill you up, especially raw …” Baekhyun continued, fingers thrusting right against Chanyeol’s prostate, making him arch his back even more, spreading his legs even more, trying to get more of it, clearly unsatisfied with only fingers.
“Oh, fuck , yes, yes . You know I love feeling how your head enters slowly and hits perfectly against the right spots. Or , ah fuck , the veins on your…” Chanyeol groaned lowly, trying his best not to moan too loudly in between sentences but Baekhyun was making things more difficult.
“Sure, sure, tell me a safe gesture before you start whimpering like a puppy in heat because you are not filled enough and fed enough.” Baekhyun groaned, assuring himself that Chanyeol could feel safe in the eventuality that in the heat of the moment any of them would go overboard with that session.
“ Hyung ! I’m not a… ugh , I’ll tap thrice on this shoulder, fine?” Chanyeol whispered tapping on Baekhyun’s left shoulder and Baekhyun nodded shortly, smirk opening again on his lips. “What were you saying? Let’s see in a bit?” Baekhyun breathed, setting a faster pace inside Chanyeol, not letting him reply, moans ripping from his lips one after another.
And Baekhyun knew how to make Chanyeol go crazy with edging especially because Chanyeol’s resistance to that was almost zero , always impatient of reaching his orgasms and feeling filled . So Baekhyun knew which game to play and Chanyeol loved it also for that reason.
After the fourth time that Baekhyun brought Chanyeol almost there but without giving it to him, abdomen stained and sticky with new precum, erection hard and red, clearly wanting for a release too, Chanyeol started ranting over how Baekhyun was the best boyfriend, how he knew how to treat him and all pleasantries acted to sweeten Baekhyun down but that night Baekhyun wouldn’t let the taller have it his way.
“Oh shut up, baby. Told ya, you need to say please hyung fill me with your cock and let me come from it if you want it that much. Otherwise I can finger you like this all night long .” Baekhyun let him know again, making Chanyeol groan lowly but Baekhyun pulled slightly more the chain, seeing the leather pressing against Chanyeol’s neck.
Chanyeol’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, relaxing against the motion, clearly liking it and Baekhyun had to admit that he was gorgeous like that, beautiful without measure and words. “ Hyung ,” he whined softly, but Baekhyun’s fingers hit again on his softest spot. Chanyeol cried, arching his back, trying to prolong the moment but without any success. And the same things repeated a few more times before Chanyeol could finally crack under Baekhyun’s ministrations and words, finally giving in.
“ Hyung , for fuck’s sake, fuck me up… please . I need you inside, raw and rough, making me cry your name while you pound inside me, skin slamming against mine, make me even dirtier for you, fill me up with your cum . I need it…” Chanyeol groaned, voice strained against his throat and Baekhyun let a bit go the thin chain, looking toward Chanyeol, fingers slowing down inside him.
“I think I didn’t hear very well…” Baekhyun observed softly, seeing Chanyeol almost glare at him. “Baek!” he protested but Baekhyun shook his head, showing the short chain still in his fingers. “Repeat it for me, darling .” He let out softly, smirk not leaving his lips and Chanyeol knew that he didn’t have any escape.
“I beg you, hyung , fill me up…” Chanyeol let out shortly and Baekhyun hummed softly, leaning down pressing a short kiss on his forehead. “It wasn’t exactly what you said earlier but I’ll accept it nevertheless,” Baekhyun commented seeing Chanyeol puffing his cheeks but Baekhyun smiled softly at him, pressing his lips on his eyelid and then nose and cheeks.
“ I love you ,” Baekhyun whispered before pulling his fingers out from Chanyeol and, using those same to tug his own erection a few times, he guided it against Chanyeol’s hole, thrusting in just with a single swift move. God . It felt so good and Chanyeol was still so freaking tight and…
Chanyeol moaned again, welcoming it perfectly and even before Baekhyun could check if he was fine or anything else, Chanyeol was already pressing against Baekhyun’s body, taking as much as possible, making Baekhyun smile and move one of his hand on Chanyeol’s side and the other again on the chain of Chanyeol’s collar.
“You’re impossible really,” he started saying but Chanyeol shook his head. “Fuck me up, hyung . You told me already that I’m your bitch in heat, treat me as such.” Chanyeol let out, word getting lewder and filthier, as everytime that he bottomed and they both knew that Chanyeol enjoyed that dirty talking quite a lot , and Baekhyun didn’t dislike it either, despite his past and what he did before Chanyeol.
“You really are one, babe. Look at you, spreading so well and so perfectly stretching for me, taking me all in. You are the best, let me fulfil your wish again tonight, filling you up as you want.” Baekhyun whispered, leaning down and speaking softly against his lips, stare not leaving Chanyeol’s as he started moving faster, deeper, shoves perfectly in time with Chanyeol’s movement, driving perfect hits against Chanyeol’s softest spots, making him cry and moan, mainly incoherent things.
“You look so pretty for me, Chanyeollie. You're almost there, right? You want to come?” Baekhyun asked him, pulling slightly more the chain, seeing the leather constricting again Chanyeol’s throat, breath coming shorter and Chanyeol arched his back again, thrashing his head back, fingers digging in Baekhyun’s scalp or back.
“ Yes, please, please, please …” Chanyeol croacked frantically, voice coming scratchy and barely audible but enough for Baekhyun who nodded shortly, feeling his own orgasm reaching closer and closer, squelching sounds filling again the room together with Chanyeol’s moans and groans.
“Come for me then baby, squeeze me in and give me pleasure too, let me fill you up.” Baekhyun groaned against his ear, leaning down and fucking Chanyeol harder, deeper and even before he could realise Chanyeol came, so violently and so much that some spurt arrived also to his chest and their chins.
“God, baby, yes,” Baekhyun moaned lowly, pulling slightly more the chain and literally drilling inside Chanyeol finding his own release that arrived in several thrusts more, making him explode too, loving how Chanyeol clenched around him and squeezed him oh so good inside. It felt so satisfying and beautiful, emptying himself inside Chanyeol, hearing him whimper softly at the sensation and letting go the thin chain just to crash their lips together again, totally enraptured with whatever just happened and fuck , he was so in love with Chanyeol.
“ I hate you, hyung .” Chanyeol let out softly, making Baekhyun scrunch his nose and immediately moving to look at him, trying to understand what he did wrong or if Chanyeol was hurt or if at the end he pulled too much that thin chain making Chanyeol uncomfortable.
But Chanyeol was already smiling softly at him, looking at him with the sweetest stare Baekhyun ever saw on his face. “What?” Baekhyun started saying but Chanyeol’s fingers went to caress Baekhyun’s cheeks wiping away some sweat and some tears too? Baekhyun didn’t realise, maybe it was the whole realisation of how much he loved the younger and…
“You can’t say I love you when you’re about to fuck me this good… It’s unfair!” Chanyeol explained, making Baekhyun huff a chuckle, shaking his head. “I still love you, for how much I would like to fuck you and for you to fuck me every single day of our lives.” Baekhyun commented, scrunching his nose before placing butterfly kisses all over Chanyeol’s face, making him let out a bubbly laugh.
“Consider it done, Baekhyunnie . Even starting right now or tomorrow morning… I could eat you for breakfast…” Chanyeol hummed, seriously considering the thing and earning himself a light slap from Baekhyun. “Let’s go wash now. You’re sticky and sweaty and we need to change the sheets too. You didn’t see the mess we made.” Baekhyun observed, slowly exiting from Chanyeol and adding to that mess, seeing his own cum gushing out from Chanyeol’s hole dripping on the bed sheets.
“I love the mess we make together,” Chanyeol pouted softly, earning himself another soft kiss from Baekhyun. “I love it too, Chanyeol. As I love you, but we should really go now. And I think that no magical edit of yours can make this video okay to be uploaded.” Baekhyun let out, glancing toward the camera that was still recording but Chanyeol let out another chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.
“Trust me.” He declared and when after taking the shower and changing the sheets they laid down, looking at the video, Chanyeol groaned lowly, hiding his face in Baekhyun’s neck, clearly in embarrassment.
“What if this remains in our private collection only?” He let out softly, earning himself a pristine laugh from Baekhyun who only nodded, pressing kisses on top of his head, muttering a soft told you so . And well, after all, it wouldn't be that bad starting their own archive…