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writetomyheart2015-01-18 11:15 pm
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[Team one] The favorite
This is all porn, for which you don't get context. It is not too happy or soft. It's from one of my unfinished projects that I find hard to give up even if I've abandoned it for almost a year. Why do I have so many of those ;__;. Anyway ...
"Now come here," Baekhyun says, pulling his fingers out of himself. He only usually lets Chanyeol watch this part. He claims it's because no one can stretch him as good as himself, that he doesn't want or need that, and Chanyeol thinks it might be true. Baekhyun's fingers are so pretty, long and slim, perfect for this. But Chanyeol also knows Baekhyun likes the power it gives him, the hungry stares he gets, the power of it, the fact he's denying something. He's drawing a line. But now, it's time for Chanyeol to give Baekhyun what he wants, and he's not shy about taking it. He watches hungrily as Chanyeol puts on a condom and spreads lube over it.
"Your cock is my favorite too," Baekhyun says, picking up the threats of the abandoned conversation, and Chanyeol grabs his ankles, pulling him close by them then hitching his legs up so that Baekhyun's shins rest on his shoulders.
He wants to fuck Baekhyun hard enough so that the other won't remember ever having any other cock than his, so that no other is ever good enough for him again. Baekhyun trembles with anticipation now, but he's still smirking.
"Are you going to fuck me hard until I cry?" he asks. He wants that--hard and fast and too quick is how he always wants it.
"I'll make you scream," Chanyeol says, as he leans close enough to whisper it against Baekhyun's lips. Like this Baekhyun's practically bent in half, and Chanyeol pushes in. He goes fast, his hips slamming against Baekhyun's perfect ass. It jiggles, and Baekhyun throws his head back. Chanyeol doesn't give him even a moment. Baekhyun has teased too much today, and Chanyeol fucks him as hard as he wants it, Baekhyun choking on his moans, never on Chanyeol's name though. Baekhyun closes his eyes, and Chanyeol grabs for his hair and pulls at it.
"No," he says. "Open your eyes. Show me how much you like this."
Baekhyun does so, this time. His lips part, his breath forced out of him with each of Chanyeol's thrusts. They are so hard that Baekhyun's pushed up the bed and about to hit the headboard of it, so Chanyeol grabs his hips, pulling him back, then leans into him more heavily, sinking deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that. Harder," Baekhyun's gasping out, even if his entire body is rattled with the way Chanyeol's pounding into him. He does have tears in his eyes, and Chanyeol sees his hand sneaking down between his legs to tug at his cock.
"No," Chanyeol says again. He wants Baekhyun come from his cock only, wants to make sure Baekhyun remembers what he can do to him, to his body. But this time, Baekhyun doesn't obey. He bites Chanyeol's bottom lip instead, pulls at it until Chanyeol hisses at him, nails of one of his hands raking down Chanyeol's back.
"I'll do what I want," he says threateningly.
Chanyeol thinks of pulling out and leaving Baekhyun here. Panting, shivering and so close. Dissatisfied. But he also thinks how good it feels Baekhyun come around his cock, and he wants that more than to find out if Baekhyun would beg him to come back. He probably wouldn't. So instead, he pushes at Baekhyun's shins, pressing his shin bones into his own body. He marvels at the way Baekhyun's thighs are strained like this. Chanyeol kneels above him, every thrust making Baekhyun yelp, and watches his own cock disappear into him.
Baekhyun only pulls on his cock once before he comes. He clamps up, so tight as he rides his orgasm out. He doesn't make Chanyeol pull out, and Chanyeol's too close, frantic, drunk on the way Baekhyun looks at him, eyes glazed over and wet, neck flushed with exertion, mouth hanging open. His cock softens, but it still twitches when Chanyeol's cock brushes against Baekhyun's prostate, and Baekhyun yips, trying to catch his breath. Chanyeol's orgasm is overwhelming, and his vision blurs as he holds Baekhyun's hips tight against his own, the muscles around him twitching.
When Chanyeol pulls out, not giving himself too much time because Baekhyun's whining now underneath him, he rolls out of bed automatically, discarding the condom and cleaning himself in the bathroom. When he comes back, Baekhyun's already under his blanket.
"Are you okay?," Chanyeol asks, noticing how Baekhyun's curled up tightly in on himself.
"You should stay. It's late," Baekhyun he says, not addressing Chanyeol's worry. "You knows where the spare blankets are." He's always so soft after sex, his voice quieter than ever, his face smoothed out with exhaustion. Chanyeol swipes his sweaty hair out of his forehead. He knows this is Baekhyun being kind, that this isn't his normal routine. He doesn't often take people to his own apartment and when he does, they are made to leave, just like he rarely stays the night over at anyone's place. They've been like that too, first few times this happened, before Baekhyun moved on to another one of his conquest, before he came back to Chanyeol for the first time.
"Your sofa is short people sized," Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun scrunches his nose cutely and yips. He's about to fall asleep and doesn't reply. Chanyeol wants to slip under his covers, maybe hold him around his waist. He sighs, picks up his clothes, and walks out of Baekhyun's bedroom. He shuts the door behind himself softly when he leaves the apartment. Once outside, he pulls out the pack of cigarettes. He hasn't had one in days, but he smokes two as he walks to the bus stop. His high is gone now, and the cigarettes left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. They're more Baekhyun's pleasure than his too, just like everything else with them. Chanyeol starts to count the days down until Baekhyun leaves him behind this time.
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"Now come here," Baekhyun says, pulling his fingers out of himself. He only usually lets Chanyeol watch this part. He claims it's because no one can stretch him as good as himself, that he doesn't want or need that, and Chanyeol thinks it might be true. Baekhyun's fingers are so pretty, long and slim, perfect for this. But Chanyeol also knows Baekhyun likes the power it gives him, the hungry stares he gets, the power of it, the fact he's denying something. He's drawing a line. But now, it's time for Chanyeol to give Baekhyun what he wants, and he's not shy about taking it. He watches hungrily as Chanyeol puts on a condom and spreads lube over it.
"Your cock is my favorite too," Baekhyun says, picking up the threats of the abandoned conversation, and Chanyeol grabs his ankles, pulling him close by them then hitching his legs up so that Baekhyun's shins rest on his shoulders.
He wants to fuck Baekhyun hard enough so that the other won't remember ever having any other cock than his, so that no other is ever good enough for him again. Baekhyun trembles with anticipation now, but he's still smirking.
"Are you going to fuck me hard until I cry?" he asks. He wants that--hard and fast and too quick is how he always wants it.
"I'll make you scream," Chanyeol says, as he leans close enough to whisper it against Baekhyun's lips. Like this Baekhyun's practically bent in half, and Chanyeol pushes in. He goes fast, his hips slamming against Baekhyun's perfect ass. It jiggles, and Baekhyun throws his head back. Chanyeol doesn't give him even a moment. Baekhyun has teased too much today, and Chanyeol fucks him as hard as he wants it, Baekhyun choking on his moans, never on Chanyeol's name though. Baekhyun closes his eyes, and Chanyeol grabs for his hair and pulls at it.
"No," he says. "Open your eyes. Show me how much you like this."
Baekhyun does so, this time. His lips part, his breath forced out of him with each of Chanyeol's thrusts. They are so hard that Baekhyun's pushed up the bed and about to hit the headboard of it, so Chanyeol grabs his hips, pulling him back, then leans into him more heavily, sinking deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that. Harder," Baekhyun's gasping out, even if his entire body is rattled with the way Chanyeol's pounding into him. He does have tears in his eyes, and Chanyeol sees his hand sneaking down between his legs to tug at his cock.
"No," Chanyeol says again. He wants Baekhyun come from his cock only, wants to make sure Baekhyun remembers what he can do to him, to his body. But this time, Baekhyun doesn't obey. He bites Chanyeol's bottom lip instead, pulls at it until Chanyeol hisses at him, nails of one of his hands raking down Chanyeol's back.
"I'll do what I want," he says threateningly.
Chanyeol thinks of pulling out and leaving Baekhyun here. Panting, shivering and so close. Dissatisfied. But he also thinks how good it feels Baekhyun come around his cock, and he wants that more than to find out if Baekhyun would beg him to come back. He probably wouldn't. So instead, he pushes at Baekhyun's shins, pressing his shin bones into his own body. He marvels at the way Baekhyun's thighs are strained like this. Chanyeol kneels above him, every thrust making Baekhyun yelp, and watches his own cock disappear into him.
Baekhyun only pulls on his cock once before he comes. He clamps up, so tight as he rides his orgasm out. He doesn't make Chanyeol pull out, and Chanyeol's too close, frantic, drunk on the way Baekhyun looks at him, eyes glazed over and wet, neck flushed with exertion, mouth hanging open. His cock softens, but it still twitches when Chanyeol's cock brushes against Baekhyun's prostate, and Baekhyun yips, trying to catch his breath. Chanyeol's orgasm is overwhelming, and his vision blurs as he holds Baekhyun's hips tight against his own, the muscles around him twitching.
When Chanyeol pulls out, not giving himself too much time because Baekhyun's whining now underneath him, he rolls out of bed automatically, discarding the condom and cleaning himself in the bathroom. When he comes back, Baekhyun's already under his blanket.
"Are you okay?," Chanyeol asks, noticing how Baekhyun's curled up tightly in on himself.
"You should stay. It's late," Baekhyun he says, not addressing Chanyeol's worry. "You knows where the spare blankets are." He's always so soft after sex, his voice quieter than ever, his face smoothed out with exhaustion. Chanyeol swipes his sweaty hair out of his forehead. He knows this is Baekhyun being kind, that this isn't his normal routine. He doesn't often take people to his own apartment and when he does, they are made to leave, just like he rarely stays the night over at anyone's place. They've been like that too, first few times this happened, before Baekhyun moved on to another one of his conquest, before he came back to Chanyeol for the first time.
"Your sofa is short people sized," Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun scrunches his nose cutely and yips. He's about to fall asleep and doesn't reply. Chanyeol wants to slip under his covers, maybe hold him around his waist. He sighs, picks up his clothes, and walks out of Baekhyun's bedroom. He shuts the door behind himself softly when he leaves the apartment. Once outside, he pulls out the pack of cigarettes. He hasn't had one in days, but he smokes two as he walks to the bus stop. His high is gone now, and the cigarettes left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. They're more Baekhyun's pleasure than his too, just like everything else with them. Chanyeol starts to count the days down until Baekhyun leaves him behind this time.
Good luck,
bluedreaming
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