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Hello, welcome to Crusty, are you ready to order?"
The cashier asked as the couple stood before her, one still looking dazedly up at the menu displayed on the screens above their heads, and the other was excitedly smiling, seemingly ready to spit out his order.
"Thank you, yes, I want to get the sides combo, two of them please, and an extra of chicken wings, not the spicy ones please, this one here doesn't tolerate any spice."
Jongin answered as if the order was memorized and crafted into his brain, it probably was, and the last part of his order was spoken in a feigned sad way, apparently, he sacrificed his hot wings for the sake of his partner, who was still silent up to that point, looking into the display of food photos and frowning to himself as if in a trance.
"Noted, how would you like your wings? With bones or not?"
"Boneless!"
"Just like your hips, baby."
The moment Chanyeol finished talking, three pairs of eyes were open wide in shock, including his own, not believing in the slightest that he has spurted that out after being distracted by the displays and all the colorful food exposition.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Baby hear me out I'm sor-"
"CHANYEOL!"
"I can't believe you Chanyeol! How could you do that to me? To us?"
"Baby I'm so sorry, I didn't have control over my tongue it slipped out because that's the only thing I think of when I hear or think about that word, please baby forgive me, huh?"
Jongin was frustrated, embarrassed and beyond humiliated after the little restaurant fiasco, he literally stormed out the door, and Chanyeol quickly put down his number and their home address for the flushed cashier so they can have that order delivered to their door in the thirty minutes that follows, as he followed Jongin to the car, the latter sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed by his chest and a big full pout on his lips, silent as a statue and waiting for Chanyeol to drive them back home. And now that they were at home, he didn't hold back, arguing over the incident seriously.
"But still!! C'mon Chanyeol we were in public! That poor girl could have filed a complaint about bad slurs or harassment or whatever that is, we have clearly made her uncomfortable! And me as well in this matter."
Jongin complained some more, voice high pitched and full pouting effect, it was endearing for Chanyeol to witness it, the younger didn't get worked up all that often, and now that it happened, it amused him, but he kept it a secret, not wanting to end up on an even bad side of Jongin.
"But we both know it's true sweetheart, isn't it? The way you move your hips and dance as if you got no bones to stop you from making a foul out of me with your skills."
Chanyeol knew he was provoking the younger, who seemed flustered now on top of everything he was going through.
"What are yo-you saying? Chanyeol! Stop it!!"
"Baby but that's not what you say when you're riding my cock like the little cowboy that you are, huh?"
"Chanyeol! Now you're trying to distract me, aren't you? I'm still mad at you, and this sad attempt at dirty talk won't get you nowhere."
"I'm sorry baby, for making you flustered like this, I've just had a vivid flashback of you riding me and giving me one hell of a good time in my studio, and now I'm in trouble."
Chanyeol kept his voice low, he kept approaching Jongin, who was standing in front of one section inside their dressing room, his back against the cold glass doors of where he organizes his winter coats.
"And soon, you will also be in trouble, won't you?"
The question descended on him like Chanyeol's breath on his ear, whispered like a secret, accompanied by a hand that reached his middle, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him flushed against a warm body, buzzing with need and an insatiable lust for the younger.
"Now tell me Jonginnie, don't you agree with me?"
"Huh? Wh-what do you mean, hyung?"
Jongin looked up at him, eyes wide and sparkly, irises black in a hardly concealed need, gulping slightly as the hand by his waist started wandering lower until it reached his hipbone, Chanyeol caressing it as if it were glass, softly and delicately.
"Don't you agree with me that when you ride my cock and you bounce on it like your life depends on it, it seems as if you have no bones on those hips, just flesh and skin marred with kisses and love bites that I make sure are always there to remind you whom you belong to."
"Hyuuunnng don't say that oh my God!"
The younger started to feel the effect of Chanyeol's "sad attempt at dirty talk" now, and he was getting more flustered and pliant by the second, and Chanyeol took that to his advantage, to get his baby into a more relaxed headspace.
"I would say it again and again baby, the way I prep you and stretch you out so good, a lot of lube and oil goes into the process, because we both like it messy and slippery, don't we baby? The way you just get frustrated with all my ministrations, and you just push me into the bed or the chair, and you sink on my dick like you're dying to do so."
Chanyeol's words were accompanied by subtle actions performed like a well-orchestrated opera on Jongin's body, one hand playing with his left nipple on top of the cotton fabric of his sweater, flicking it left and right, and the other went down to the front of his pants, toying with the obvious erection pressing against his wide Jean's.
"Chanyeol, please please please ple-"
"Please what baby?"
Chanyeol smirked unknowingly.
"Please, touch me properly, touch my chest, my dick my everything please just do something!"
Jongin had tears in his eyes at this point, squirming in front of his boyfriend like it was his first time being touched and his body played with.
Bingo.
"Whatever you like, Princess."
That was all the warning Jongin got before Chanyeol ceased all his actions and dipped down to carry him back to their room.
"Chanyeol!" He shrieked, a yelp coming out involuntary. "Give a man a warning!"
Jongin complained but nonetheless put his arms around Chanyeol's neck like a damsel in distress, enjoying the short ride to the room and onto the bed, where Chanyeol put him on his back gently, all while gazing down on him with a look full of love and endearment.
"Don't look at me like that." Jongin complained, clearly embarrassed about how intensely Chanyeol was looking at him, ducking his head and trying to bury his face in the soft pillow under his head.
“Like what, Sugar?” The smile Chanyeol graced upon the younger was teasing, but filled with affection, nonetheless.
“Just stop looking and do something about this!” Jongin said in a huff as he pointed to his achingly hard and obvious erection.
“Oh baby, if you think it’s me who’s gonna do something about it, then you have never been so wrong.” Chanyeol said as his eyes never left Jongin’s shy ones and kept watching as they got bigger in shock as he tried to wrap his head around what Chanyeol meant, and when he finally did, his cheeks got redder and his eyes kept drifting between Chanyeol’s eyes and mouth, not knowing where to start.
Chanyeol seemed to want to start somewhere, so he grabbed Jongin’s leg from where he was lying in between them, and crossed them by the ankles at his waist, then moved his arms to wrap them around the younger’s back.
“Hold on tight, don’t say I didn’t warn you this time.” Chanyeol winked as he felt his boyfriend tighten his ankles around him, and he gently flipped them around, forcing Jongin to straddle him, all the while Jongin was dazedly looking at his boyfriend and getting all the more turned on by all the manhandling, he thought he should encourage him to work out more instead of whining for him to ‘just get home already!’ after long sessions at the gym.
“Well, princess, tonight is not the night for you to sit and take it, you’re going to work those hips and put them for good use, aren’t you, darling?”
“Just stop saying that already!” Jongin sprouted as he started feeling the waters, rutting his hips gently against his boyfriend, and the effect was immediate, a low groan from under him encouraged him, as well as the closed eyes in clear ecstasy.
“Huh, hyung, you’re all bark and I just move my hips a bit and you’re a goner.” It was Jongin’s turn to smirk and whisper right by his hyung’s ear.
“Yes Jonginnie, I’m a goner only for you.” The breathy confession made Jongin halt his movements in shock for how easy Chanyeol agreed to his teasing, but the encouraging hand on his still clothed thigh made him resume his ministrations, fully aware of the effect he has on the older.
Yet, Jongin got tired of dry humping onto the older, so he quickly undid the zipper of Chanyeol’s pants and pulled them down, then moved and helped get rid of them completely, and did the same for his, until he heard a low whistle coming from his boyfriend, he looked at him and down at himself, surprising himself when he found he wasn’t wearing any underwear, so he just stood there naked legs down.
“Fucking love it when you go commando, makes me feel like I have access to you at all times.” Chanyeol commented as his eyes never left the hard erection the younger was sporting.
“Stop staring!” Chided Jongin as he moved to take off his hoodie, only left with his white undershirt, toned arms in display and nipples erect in arousal, their brown hue almost visible through the fabric, Chanyeol groaned at the sight, head falling back into the pillow.
“Jongin, are you even aware of how attractive you look right now? Like I could destroy you and build you back up only to destroy you once again, you can’t tell me to stop staring.”
Chanyeol grunted as he watched the younger take his place back on his lap, straddling him fully naked, finally, and giving a contemplative push forward, cocks aligned and leaking, Jongin’s into the older’s stomach while Chanyeol’s erection was still tucked into his black boxers, growing steadily, affected by what’s happening to his body.
“Come on baby, give me more.” Chanyeol encouraged, his hands found Jongin’s hips, groping and moving them to his butt, where he harshly grabbed and spread his ass cheeks, anticipating the younger’s moans. And to no one’s surprise, Jongin did moan, wantonly, and his torso fell forward, face buried in Chanyeol’s neck, and in the meanwhile, his hips gave a push that made them both moan this time, Jongin lifted his face and concentrated his attention on Chanyeol’s chest, appreciating the hard muscles by licking his way from his neck to nipples, all while rutting against his cock that was fully hard by then, savoring the pleasure brought by the delicious friction, his boyfriend’s groans and hitched breaths are his cue to continue his movements, and the older’s hands on his butt and hips are his anchor, everything feels hot, pleasurable, delicious and so…
“So good, hyung it’s so good.” Jongin whispered by Chanyeol’s ear, almost drooling from how good everything felt, and his boyfriend’s agreement came in the form of a grunt and a harsh slap to his behind, Jongin’s hips stuttered at the contact, he moaned out loud and wiggled his ass, silently asking for more.
And more did Chanyeol give him, as he delivered harsh consecutive slaps to his ass, feeling the skin heat up under his large palm, while Jongin kept moaning and rutting his hips without stop, his mouth hot and wet on Chanyeol’s chest, nipping and licking and kissing in between all the noise coming out of his lips, and on a particularly hard slap, he screamed as his hips halted their movement and sank his teeth into Chanyeol’s neck, leaving a harsh bloody red teeth shaped mark, making the older grunt in pain and pleasure as he cried from all the simulation.
“Jonginnie, did you just…”
“I am so sorry, hyung, it felt so good you make mee feel so good, I am so sorry, I couldn’t control it.” The younger was blabbering, tears running down his cheeks as he hid his face in Chanyeol’s neck, and even in his shameful state, he picked up his movements again, rocking with minimal movements against his boyfriend.
“You came? Untouched? Baby you almost never do that, didn’t know you were so into having your lovely sexy butt slapped, you could have asked, you know.”
Chanyeol teased his obviously shy and flustered boyfriend, wiggling his eyebrows despite the fact that the younger still had his face buried in his neck.
“Hyuuung.” Jongin whined, his voice muffled from trying to stay hidden, but Chanyeol’s hand was at his neck, scruffing him like a kitten to prompt him to look at him, and when he did look at him, Chanyeol almost lost it at the sight of the tear brimmed eyes of the younger and his red nose and cheeks, he looked insanely adorable and sexy at the same time, which was a big turn on for Chanyeol.
“I’m going to fuck you so good baby, and you can come all you want, cry all you want for I won’t stop until I’m done with you, do you understand, Jongin?”
Jongin was nodding fast, tears still streaming down from the dirty words and the promise of a good fuck, the older’s tone was low and edging on dangerous, all while looking directly into his eyes, and his dick gave a twitch at what was being said, which didn’t go unnoticed by Chanyeol.
“I see that you’re in for the idea, but first, I’m going to prepare you so good, so I don’t hear a ‘too much’ later.”
Just as he said that he reached immediately for the lube they keep at the bedside table, he could still feel Jongin moving his hips slightly against him as he stretched out to get what was needed, once he got it, he squeezed a generous amount directly into the younger’s lower back and let it slide, he felt Jongin slightly shudder from the cold sensation, then he slid his hand until he reached could feel the smooth arc of the younger’s bottom, then he went deeper in between his cheeks, finally reaching his prized destination, pressing the pad of his index finger just barely inside, while listening attentively to the noises that Jongin made and the breaths he took, making sure every one of them indicates that the younger is enjoying the ministrations before fully inserting his finger inside, the tender flesh giving in to the intrusion rather easily, followed by a soft gasp that could be heard from his neck where Jongin took refuge once again, his hips halting their movement to savor the pain and pleasure mix his body was going thorough.
Soon, one finger turned into two and later three in a matter of minutes, Chanyeol’s fingers distinctive thickness was doing wonders to help stretch out Jongin’s tight opening, which made the latter squirm in pleasure, feeling the delicious stretch to the fullest, the way that his boyfriend deliberately avoided his sweet spot was very obvious, which made him whine repeatedly, silently asking for his Hyung to just graze over it to help him reach that mouth-watering feeling, however, Chanyeol had other ideas in mind.
“Stop whimpering like a bitch in heat and take what’s given to you, will you?” Chanyeol exasperatedly said, halting his movements completely, making Jongin whine even more, clearly in distress for the denied pleasure.
“Hyung, don’t be so cruel.” By that time Jongin had unlocked a new level of whining, but he was desperate to get what he was begging for.
“You know what, if you want your sweet hole played with, you can just do it yourself.”
And that was as much as an invitation could get to finally fuck himself on the older’s cock.
Chanyeol instantly started removing his underwear, the only remaining piece of clothing he had on, which came out stained with the last surprise release of Jongin, and his very own precum, because truthfully and undeniably, he was truly and utterly affected by all the movements and sexiness that Jongin was emitting from the start till now, and his rock hard on was the living proof, quite literally.
Jongin wasted no more time in getting into position, spreading both his legs over Chanyeol’s hips, lifting his buttocks while blindly reaching behind himself to look for Chanyeol’s dick, once found, he was about to push it into his anticipating hole, but he felt a pinch on his thigh on the last second which made him yelp and stop.
“Nini, get some lube, don’t want you hurting yourself.” Chanyeol said as he squeezed an abundant amount of lube into his palm.
“Give me your hand.” He said as he beckoned Jongin closer, the latter complied and brought their hands together, and Chanyeol yanked him down in the process, making Jongin gasp and look directly into the elder’s eyes, both of them seeing the desire and lust they have for each other reflected in their irises, Chanyeol was the first to close his eyes and lean in for a kiss, which Jongin happily indulged in, their tongues touching and lips barely closing around each other, a kiss so filthy it filled the space with their moaning and stained their chins with saliva, their hands were still tightly clasped together, and Chanyeol was massaging the lube into his palm with one hand while the other strayed up its way into Jongin’s back and down to where he was aching the most, touching him again and feeling his fluttering hole, a movement that made Jongin moan loudly and bite Chanyeol’s lips absently from the sudden touch. Chanyeol winced and prompted Jongin to look at him, which broke them apart from their kiss.
“Don’t you dare break eye contact with when you impale yourself on my cock, you hear me?”
Chanyeol warned in a low hush tone, making Jongin squirm in embarrassment, barely keeping his eyes on his hyung’s.
“Shut up, hyung, you’re doing all this on purpose.” Jongin muttered as he circled his arms around and behind his back, reaching for Chanyeol’s cock that was proudly erect, and he roughly applied the lube he had on his hands courtesy of Chnayeol, making the latter hiss and swat at his butt in retaliation.
“Be gentle.”
“You don’t want me to be.”
“What if I do?”
“Well, now you will take what I want to give you, hyung.”
Just as he said that Jongin lifted his thighs, reached behind himself and aligned the elder’s cock with his entrance, and quite like Chanyeol previously said, impaled himself on Chanyeol’s dick, in one relatively fast motion, not giving himself time to adjust to the initial stretch.
The sudden gasp Chanyeol let out was nothing compared to the cry Jongin let out as he bottomed out, huffing and whining all while trying to control the quiver of his thighs, but some treacherous tears still escaped his eyes despite how hard he was biting his lips to prevent himself from crying at the painful stretch.
“Jongin, eyes on me.”
Jongin barely heard the command over the fast and hard thumping of his heart, and when he did manage to have his eyes back on Chanyeol’s, the elder was in awe of the wrecked Jongin look, lips trembling and watery eyes, the epitome of ‘fucked out look’ incarnated.
“Well, we don’t have the whole night, get on with it.”
They in fact did have all night, but Chanyeol just wanted to be pissy and annoy Jongin for no reason, and it seemed to work as the younger went back to whining and muttering something along the lines of ‘unfair’ and ‘annoying hyung makes me do all the work’.
That’s all it took for Jongin to brace his hands on Chanyeol’s chest and lean into him, palms directly on his muscular pectoral muscles, he wiggled his ass and gave an experimental push, earning him a grunt from the elder.
Once he found a rhythm, Jongin was set to give Chanyeol yet another ‘ride of his life’ , hips moving sensually, moans falling short out of his lips, his gaze still piercing into the elder’s, and once he gained enough confidence in his legs, he leaned back and braced his hands back on Chanyeol’s thighs behind him, looking at him erotically from under his eyelashes, tongue out to let out all the filthy whines and huffs, chest and neck flushed all the way to his ears and cheeks, which prompted Chanyeol to get his hands on his chest, tweaking and playing with his nipples, all while ignoring his cock that was moving with every bounce and thrust of the younger, precum never ceasing to glisten at the tip, and every drop that lands somewhere on the younger’s chest and stomach gets immediately replaced with another bead, and Chanyeol thought, for the nth time, that Jongin was a sex God walking on his legs among humans.
Every bounce and every wiggle made Chanyeol see the stars with how tight his baby was clenching on him, tight and hot and wet and just perfect, even more than perfect, he was something that couldn’t yet be described, and he expressed his satisfaction with getting up on his elbows and latching his lips on Jongin’s nipples and sucking so hard, and Jongin was so taken aback that he almost fell off the elder’s lap in an attempt to throw his neck back in pleasure, he hiccupped as he recovered, and continued riding his boyfriend’s cock within an inch of his life.
“You think you can come just from this, baby? If you can I will let you have your little pillow princess treatment, hmm? What do you say?”
“Hyung, hyung h-hyung help me come please p-please.” At this point Jongin was a blabbering mess, so on edge that any other stimulation could pull another orgasm out of him.
“Anything for you.”
Chnayeol’s hand was on the younger’s dick in a second, taking him in and jerking him off so fast that Jongin thought he might teleport into another dimension just from the pleasure alone, and Chanyeol was paying attention to all the small changes of Jongin’s face and hips movements, knowing that he was so close, he put his lips back on his nipples, kissing and sucking and getting him all wet from his saliva, he tasted the salty sweat on his skin from all the exertion, and the growl that left his lips as Jongin kept tightening around him while chasing his orgasm is what did it for the younger, cumming so hard that a scream rippled from his chest, and he he sagged and fell into Chanyeol and pushed them both back on the mattress, all the gooey liquid getting squished between their torsos, but none of them minded, they were dirty just like that.
Panting and barely keeping his eyes open, Jongin heard a whimper sounding so pathetic, only then realizing he realized that it was coming from his mouth, along with other whines and non understandable mutterings that kept falling out of his lips in abundance.
"Are you with me, baby?" Chanyeol’s soothing whisper brought the chills back to his skin, his hands softly threading into his sweat slicked hair, and with the younger’s ear pressed into his chest, he could feel the elder’s irregular heartbeat getting calmer and calmer by the second, which prompted him to raise back to his haunches once again, and despite having just cummed, he wiggled and moved his hips in circular movements, and this time around, he managed to hit his sweet spot almost immediately, and his moans took off again, his mouth slack open and letting out whimpers and gasps each time the tip of Chanyeol’s dick as much as grazed against his spot.
Chanyeol wasn't holding on much better either, his hands found solace on Jongin’s hips, holding on so tight he was sure the tender flesh would bruise in a couple of hours, hues of dark red blooming again golden skin like roses, his gaze never leaving the way the younger’s body was contracting with the movements, and on the rare occasions that Jongin lifted himself high enough off his lap, he could see how his dick disappears into his tight slick hole, see how they were connected to the last bit, and how hungrily the younger was swallowing him up, tightening around him like a vice, and his grunts of pleasure were the evidence of his impending orgasm.
Suddenly Jongin was on him again, lips close to his ear, moaning out his name and gasping as he pleasured himself using the elder’s cock.
"Hyung, pay attention to how I move my hips, and tell me if you get it."
Chanyeol barely registered what Jongin was telling him, but when he did, Jongin was back on his initial position, languidly moving his hips like he knows he's in control, and that's when it clicekd in inside Chanyeol’s brain, Jongin was telling him something with his hips movements, and he clocked in trying to decipher whatever the hell the younger has come up with.
"Are you trying to say something?" He asked, utterly confused, and saw how Jongin just kept staring at him hungrily, gaze so sharp and hypnotising that he almost forgot to follow up with his hips, and when he did, everything in their dynamic changed.
"Jongin, did you just spell out my name, with your hips around my dick?" The elder’s gaze darkened immediately, his hands no longer holding into Jongin’s hips, and before the younger could confirm that yes, he indeed was spelling the elder’s name using his hips, he felt his world move upside down, and he yelped as Chanyeol held onto his waist tightly before lifting him off his lap and slamming him back into the mattress with what felt like the strength of a thousand men.
"H-Hyung?" Staring up at Chanyeol with wide eyes and red cheeks from the sudden manhandling, Jongin was surprised to say the least.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that and expect me to stay sane." Chanyeol practically growled, the obsession he felt for the younger intensified tenfold in just a matter of seconds, and he wasted no time in lifting Jongin’s legs and practically folding them against him until his knees almost touched his chest (damn his baby was so flexible) and he drilled into him, sheating himself inside the warm and still tight hole that welcomed him again with no resistance, and Jongin almost lost his voice with the scream he let out at the harsh treatment, his sweet spot being the target of Chanyeol’s hysterical thrusts.
"So you think you can just move your hips like a whore and ride me like a cowgirl and THEN spell out my name while fucking yourself with my cock and I could just not lose my shit?" Chanyeol almost lost his mind over the act, and the way he was fucking into the younger like a madman was a clear indication of how turned he got from it, his thrusts sharp and short, powerful enough to bring the younger into the edge for the third time that night, he kept the tempo as is, knowing very well from how Jongin was moaning and gasping like he hasn't got enough oxygen left in his lungs that he was hitting his spot dead on continously, abusing that little bundle of nerves to no end, and if that wasn't enough, he kept sinking his teeth into Jongin’s neck and chest and everywhere he could reach, watching as an array of red and pink decorated the surface, uncaring of how it may hurt or how it would look in the morning, as if the younger got mauled by some kind of wolf, maybe Chanyeol was a wolf after all.
"H-Hyung hyung h-hyung oh oh o-ohh hyung please please please.." Jongin could only beg for something even he wasn't aware of, his head almost hitting the headboard if not for the iron grip the elder has got on his hips, tears were freely streaming down his cheeks, overstimulated and oh so sensitive from all the fucking.
"Please what, Jonginnie, tell hyung so I can help." Chanyeol was trying to be patient for his baby, since everything he has done so far was to please him, and he didn't want any of his needs to be ignored.
"Hyung please pl-please let me cum o-okay? Please I want it so b-bad please h-hyung" And with the way he was asking him so nicely, there was no way Chanyeol could deny him.
"Come for me baby, come for me." He grunted right into his ear, his thrusts ceasing up in speed just a little bit not overstimulate him any more, his hand reaching out and stroking him once, twice then thrice, and the younger was cumming before he could stroke him the fourth time, barely anything came out, just a clear liquid, pathetically spurting out, but it had his body spasming and his back arching off the bed so high it made Chanyeol wince with how painful it looked, he sneaked his arm around him to support him as Jongin’s jaw went lax in a silent scream, eyes rolling back and neck thrown back in ecstasy, then he fell into the bed in a heap of limbs, his legs falling down into the mattress, eyes closed and head lolling to the side as all the energy got drained out and sucked out of him with that one hell of an orgasm.
The way Jongin tightened around him made him feel as if he was being sucked into space, the inner walls quivering and shaking but still sucking him in greedily, and he gave a dozen or so of deep thrusts, his grunts and gasps getting higher and higher, his lips finding the younger’s face, kissing up his jawline and up to his ears, finding more pleasure in the way the younger is completely at his mercy, whimpering in over sensitivity while his body was still in the aftershock of an intense orgasm.
Then he buried himself to the hilt, going as far as spreading the younger’s ass cheeks to accommodate his dick in its entirety, and then he was cumming, cumming so hard he felt it oozing out despite the tight hole trying to keep everything inside, he shuddered as chills rose on his skin, feeling lightheaded and almost too dizzy to keep his head up, so he buried it in the youngers chest, and felt and inexplicable amount of fondness for Jongin when he lifted his arm tiredly to pat on his head, hands shaking as he ran it thrill the soft and sweaty hair of Chanyeol.
"I love you so freaking much, Jongin, you can't possible know." Before he even caught his breath, Chanyeol was already declaring his love for the younger.
"Don't get sappy now." Tiredly muttered Jongin.
"A brat is still a brat it seems, even if he is spent after three intense orgasms." And if Jongin wasn't already red with all that was going on a few minutes ago, he would be now due to Chnayeol’s words.
"I'm going to pull out baby, may I?" Chanyeol knew to ask, because he knew how the younger gets after an intense session, and the panicked look Jongin threw his way made him glad to have asked.
"NO! Hyung no please no don't pull out I want you inside." Jongin was crying again, big fat tears running down his cheeks from the horrific idea of Chanyeol pulling out, and he purposefully clenched around the softening cock of his boyfriend.
"It's okay sweetheart I'm still inside, see?" Just as he was whispering reassurance into the younger’s ear, Jongin sneaked his hand low to touch and make sure his hyung wasn't pulling out anytime soon, he could still feel how his rim was quivering around Chanyeol’s dick, he could feel the way Chanyeol was going soft inside of him, and how some of the cum was spilling out, and he tried to push it inside but it just made more spill out and he panicked once again.
"Chanyeol it's spilling out! Can't you feel it? I need it to stay inside, I need it so bad." And they were back to square one, with how Jongin gets all needy and mushy after sex, it's hard to pacify him and get him to settle and calm down.
"It's okay baby, I will try to keep everything inside for you, okay? May I lie down next to you and hold you so you can still have everything inside while we cuddle?"
When Jongin gave the tiniest nod, eyes wide and still spilling tears over ruby cheeks, Chanyeol manoeuvred them into a lying position, with the younger in his arms feeling snug and comfy, all while trying to keep himself sheated inside of him to avoid any spillage.
He could finally feel Jongin relax a bit, and he blindly reached for the youngers undershirt that somehow survived the war that was raging on the bed and didn't fall down, and he used it to dab the tears away from Jongin’s face and sweat from neck and chest, as well as any other bodily fluid on his body where he could reach without jostling them so much, then he lifted the comforter from under them, covered the younger before he could start shivering after cooling down, and he thanked the heavens for actually having the habit of keeping bottled water by his bedside table, so he got one and opened it and reached to Jongin in front of him to let him drink a little bit.
"Here, drink a little bit baby."
Jongin was cooperative, which was a good sign, despite spilling more water on the pillow than getting it into his mouth, and he was back to resting his head against Chanyeol’s neck, feeling as the elder drank some water too before he discarded the bottle and went back to hugging the younger and smoothering his neck with light kisses and small nips of his teeth, before getting swatted on the hip by a very annoyed Jongin.
"Haven't you got enough?"
"I can never get enough of you, darling."
"Told you not to get sappy."
Jongin’s voice was muffled by the comforter, obviously embarrassed.
"Is my baby back to me now? How are you feeling? Nothing hurts?"
Chanyeol whispered as he ran his hands softly along Jongin’s waist over the comforter, not wanting to pressure him with more skin to skin contact.
"Yes I'm back, and I'm feeling like my head is in the clouds, my ass hurts tho, you turned into a beast the last minutes."
Jongin had the audacity to pout and to complain about Chanyeol losing his mind when Jongin was the one who drove him crazy in the first place.
"Jongin, you spelled my fucking name with your hips, you literally fucked yourself using my dick and my name, and you're blaming me for getting feral about you? I almost had a stroke when I realised what you were doing." Chanyeol still had his face buried in Jongin’s neck, and every word he said, he hoped that his skin absorbed it and lived inside him.
And Jongin was at a loss of words, shutting up his mouth for good, embarrassed beyond the limits.
"Fuck, even talking about it gets me hard again, what did you do to me?"
Indeed, Jongin could feel Chanyeol’s dick getting harder and stretching him again, but the elder was against doing anything about it, if only for the way Jongin was already overstimulated and inarguably wouldn't handle another round.
"Just let it be, I guess you can now get how much it affected me and still does."
"I love you, too, hyung." Jongin muttered at last, content and sleepy, already drifting into dreamland.
"I love you more, sleep, honeybee."
"No, I love you more, hyung, don't fight me." This had chanyeol chuckling and admitting defeat this time, because his baby's wishes were carried out as orders.
"Hyung!!! Our chicken!!!!
Oops, guess they will eat cold chicken wings for breakfast tomorrow, Chanyeol’s only hope is for the delivery person to not have heard what was going on inside while he dropped the delivery by their door.
~~La fin~~