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[Team Five] Love me like you do
This is a follow up to this fic of mine, but could probably be read as a stand alone pwp? Possibly?
There is no time to waste on chitchatting or playing around when Jongin announces that Chanyeol isn't getting out of building him another castle just because his dick is pretty great and sex with him is hot. It makes Chanyeol laugh in happiness at the way Jongin is so serious about both the praise and his demand, at the way he shushes him and sits him in front of his PC with a determined face. He doesn't mind messing around on Minecraft one bit, not when Jongin spends most of the weekend sitting in his lap, showing him what to do next, pitching farfetched ideas and kissing Chanyeol when he manages to execute them or when he grumbles too much from frustration at getting lost in his own design. Jongin keeps his promise to make sure Chanyeol showers too, by doing so with him, and Jongin wet, with shampoo in his hair and pouty lips, clutching to Chanyeol so he doesn't slip, is just another layer of things unknown to Chanyeol, something amazing and precious.
The castle is done by Sunday afternoon, and Jongin wiggles on Chanyeol's lap from excitement, taking screencaps of several levels, interior and exterior, and brags about it on some forum while Chanyeol watches with his chin propped up on his shoulder and hands on Jongin's waist so he doesn't slip off Chanyeol's knee. The chair creaks underneath them, not made for the weight of two men, much less when one of them behaves like an overexcited child on too much sugar, and Chanyeol's hands squeeze around Jongin's sides a little tighter in nerves. Jongin hums at it, and Chanyeol buries his nose in the crook of Jongin's neck, kissing the skin in his reach.
Jongin takes few more minutes browsing around the forum then abruptly pushes up and off the chair. The sudden movement makes the chair roll back, and Chanyeol looks up startled, and possibly pouting. He was enjoying the taste of Jongin's skin and the smell of his own shampoo in Jongin's hair.
"What's up?" he asks. Jongin just smirks and starts stripping. It's so fast that Chanyeol barely manages to blink and Jongin's standing there, naked, beautiful, his cock half hard. Oh, Chanyeol may have caused that. He takes a sharp breath.
"I do remember saying that building me a castle in Minecraft is a sure way into my pants," Jongin says, rather nonchalantly, and takes two quick steps towards Chanyeol. Chanyeol watches, amazed, but manages to outstretch his arms and grip Jongin's hips, stopping him from coming closer.
"Just let me look for a little bit," he breathes out, and Jongin raises an eyebrow at him, but pulls his bottom lip into his mouth too, like he's losing his confidence again. "It's just ... I want to see you properly," Chanyeol gets out. When he watched Jongin's body move in those home videos, he'd felt so guilty. On Friday, everything was so fast, and Chanyeol just wants to savor it, that he's allowed to look now, hopefully as much as he wants. He drinks in the dip of Jongin's collarbones, his flat stomach, muscles lean from dance, Jongin's narrow hips, and his defined thighs, knobbly knees and strong calves. Chanyeol chokes on nothing as he notices the shallow breaths Jongin takes now, his nipples hard and his chest flushed. His cock, still so very perfect, even more so from this close, is completely hard now, and Jongin enjoys this, the attention. On Chanyeol's part, it is undivided. He rubs circles around Jongin's hipbones, then slides his hands up Jongin's chest.
"Chanyeol," Jongin mutters, and Chanyeol rubs his palm over Jongin's left nipple, his other hand skating back down his torso and caressing his inner thigh. Jongin shudders, and his cock twitches when Chanyeol palms it, but Jongin stands still, so indulging, as Chanyeol drinks it all in, can't get enough of Jongin so open and attainable in front of him. He reaches behind Jongin with both of his hands, cupping Jongin's firm ass, and Jongin flexes his ass cheeks. His cock jumps again, and Chanyeol's mouth goes completely dry.
"Fuck me," he mutters, looking up and into Jongin's eyes, and Jongin inhales sharply. Chanyeol runs a finger up Jongin's cock. "Want your perfect dick in me," he adds, just to make sure Jongin understands. He laughs when Jongin lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I told you to stop talking about my dick like that, it's so embarrassing," Jongin says. But then he finally moves, both hands coming down to squeeze Chanyeol's fingers. "On the bed," he instructs, and his voice is now low and commanding. Chanyeol shivers. He's thought of this, a lot, recently, of how Jongin would take him, and the anticipation spikes now, burning in the pit of his stomach. He gets up from the chair and backs up. Jongin's hands are on him right away, pulling down his soft sweats and boxers at the same time, and Chanyeol manages to pull off his t-shirt just before his knees hit the bed and he falls backwards, scrambling higher on the mattress right away. "I think we've gotten the undressing down," Jongin says, eying him, a little like he did the pancakes on Saturday morning, hungry and excited, right before he devoured seven of them, making the most obscene noises.
"It helps that I just really want you on me," Chanyeol notes, breathless already. Jongin reaches towards the nightstand, for the raspberry lube, and Chanyeol spreads his legs further, bent at the knees.
"You're so ..." Jongin doesn't finish his sentence, instead opens the lube, and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers. "I don't do this very often," he mutters, climbing on the bed, and hooking his left elbow under Chanyeol's right leg.
"Yeah?" Chanyeol asks, a little surprised. Jongin's so beautiful and confident, and Chanyeol might not know much about his sexual partners, but he had assumed there were some. Jongin seemed so sure of himself in those two damned videos he watched, too. "I do this all the time lately," he blurts out next. Jongin's eyes widen. "To myself, I mean," Chanyeol blabbers, and he's really just so turned on and has no brain left. "Just, I'd stretch myself and imagine it's you, your pretty dick pressing in and―"
Jongin leans down and kisses him, hard and deep, and his slick fingers slide against Chanyeol's hip. When he pulls away, they're both too winded, and Chanyeol's thighs are shaking. Jongin hasn't even properly touched him yet.
"I kind of want to see you do that," Jongin mutters, peppering breathless kisses down Chanyeol's jaw and his chest and over his hipbones. He avoids Chanyeol's cock and instead scrapes his teeth over Chanyeol's inner thigh. "Next time," he adds. Chanyeol feels cool fingers sliding down behind his balls and over his puckered rim then, and he holds his breath. "No," Jongin murmurs. "Breathe." He rubs his thumb over the furl of muscles, and Chanyeol forces himself to exhale. Jongin holds up his left leg and moves closer, so that Chanyeol's calf can rest on his shoulder. Chanyeol's completely exposed like this, but he concentrates on his breath, inhale, exhale, until Jongin nods approvingly and finally, finally, one of his fingers pushes in, just a little.
It's strange, someone else doing this for him, but Chanyeol focuses on the fact that it's Jongin, who is watching him carefully, occasionally kissing the inside of Chanyeol's knee as his finger pushes deeper, and murmuring to himself. Chanyeol tries to relax, but he's a little impatient, a little nervous and so much in love, so it's hard not to hold his breath. Jongin looks him in the eye then, this tiny smile, and he rubs circles into Chanyeol's stomach with his free hand.
"You okay?" he asks, and Chanyeol nods, biting his lip and letting himself fall back onto the bed.
"Another one, Jongin, hurry," he says, and Jongin chuckles, a little cockily, his confidence shining through the earlier hesitation. Chanyeol feels his stomach twist in pleasure at that.
Jongin does add more lube and the second finger though, and he leans down, Chanyeol's leg sliding up his shoulder, while he kisses across Chanyeol's hipbone. He scissors his fingers, and Chanyeol is so acutely aware of Jongin's every move, of the way his weight shifts on the bed, and of the hot trail that his breath leaves across Chanyeol's skin.
"Please," he mutters, wound up so tight, and Jongin mouths along his cock while his fingers crook. Chanyeol's nails dig into the sheets, and Jongin hums when Chanyeol tries to lift his hips, tries to get closer. Jongin's fingers slide in and out of him, a steady pace that's not too slow but not fast enough, and the way he crooks them screams purpose. "Please," Chanyeol repeats, and Jongin pushes at Chanyeol's right thigh, impatiently, pressing it against Chanyeol's stomach as he almost flattens on the bed, fingers becoming more insistent and his tongue suddenly licking around Chanyeol's rim. Chanyeol jerks, a full body shiver running through him, and Jongin chuckles, his breath hot behind Chanyeol's balls.
"You're so hot like this, hyung," Jongin drawls, "so hot for me." Chanyeol bites his lip because the high pitch in his whine is embarrassing, and Jongin adds the third finger, the jab of them now a little frustrated. He licks a fat stripe up Chanyeol's cock, and Chanyeol still remembers the heat of Jongin's mouth around him from Saturday morning so vividly. His hips push up again, and Jongin shifts too, lifting up and kneeling over Chanyeol, making sure Chanyeol's left calf is on his shoulder again, securely. "Come on," Jongin says, and then his knuckles bend one more time, and Chanyeol moans, so loud, at Jongin finally finding his prostate. "Yes," Jongin says, smiling winningly, and presses his fingers right into it, again and again.
Chanyeol's a shivering, moaning mess now, not knowing if he wants to move closer or scramble away from the constant pressure. Jongin's fingers don't sting at all now, not even when he spreads them apart, and Chanyeol's cock is full and heavy against his stomach, precome wet and sticky against his skin.
"Jonginnie," Chanyeol gasps. "You need to." Chanyeol moans again, voice going an octave higher, when Jongin's fingers press right into his prostate again. Chanyeol grabs Jongin's arms, pulling him down, and Jongin understands, leans forward and swallows Chanyeol's sounds, licking into his mouth, as his fingers pull back just when Chanyeol thinks it's going to get too much, only to press in again, and again. Chanyeol's going to shiver apart. "Jonginnie," he tries to say again. "Want you," he whispers into Jongin's hot and insistent mouth.
Jongin pulls back a little and nods. "Yeah, okay," he says, but he doesn't do more than look at Chanyeol, his eyes moving from his face, and slowly down his body. He gets stuck watching the way his fingers move in and out of Chanyeol, more shallow and faster now, and Chanyeol's groaning, frustrated and wrecked. "Fuck," Jongin mutters, and when he looks at Chanyeol again, it's amazement and fondness in his eyes that makes Chanyeol's spine want to curl in. Jongin's fingers finally pull away completely, and Jongin lets go of Chanyeol's right leg, sliding closer to him. Chanyeol winds his leg around Jongin's waist and Jongin chuckles. "Your legs are so long," he says, one hand sliding up Chanyeol's left thigh, towards where it meets Chanyeol's hip, just as the head of his cock finally presses against Chanyeol's rim.
The press in is slow and careful. When Chanyeol thinks Jongin can't get any closer, Jongin's fingers close around his hip and thigh, and he pulls Chanyeol in, Chanyeol's back sliding on the sheets as his hips lift off the bed and press against Jongin's almost painfully. Jongin hisses, and Chanyeol's moan is long and high pitched again. Jongin's breathing is ragged now as they stay still for a moment, his fingers flexing into Chanyeol's skin. Chanyeol finds himself squeezing around Jongin to the rhythm of it, feeling full and stretched so perfectly. "Feels amazing," Jongin murmurs, his head hanging low and his face barely visible behind his long sweaty fringe.
"Then move," Chanyeol mutters, fingers squeezing around Jongin's wrists because, yes, it feels amazing, but Chanyeol knows it will get even better, and now he's very impatient, very nervous and still so much in love.
Jongin pulls out slowly, and Chanyeol groans when the crown of his cock stretches his rim again. Jongin's fingers squeeze tighter then, and he thrusts forward and pulls Chanyeol in all at once. Chanyeol knows Jongin's strong, he has to be with all the dancing and acrobatics he does, but he's overwhelmed by how he feels completely in his power, his back rubbing on the sheets as Jongin doesn't stop anymore, strong and sure in the way he thrusts into Chanyeol, shoulders taut, arms flexing, eyes watching Chanyeol with fierce intensity. Chanyeol can only hold onto his wrists and let himself go, his voice going scratchy from how loud he is. Jongin's quieter, but encouraging, and his name said in Jongin's low voice always brings Chanyeol back to the moment when he feels reality slipping. He's so close, his spine curving off the bed too, and his shoulder blades starting to sting.
"More, more," he encourages Jongin. "Right there," he gasps, when Jongin manages to find the perfect way for his cock to brush against his prostate with every thrust. Jongin's pushing in faster now, his knees sliding under Chanyeol's ass, and his hand gripping Chanyeol's thigh, pressing it into Jongin's chest. Chanyeol sees Jongin's stomach muscles contracting, his entire body dancing the most wonderful dance, and Jongin's still so beautiful. "Love you," he mutters, throwing his head back, and Jongin leans down, latching onto his throat, one hand coming to close around Chanyeol's cock, Chanyeol's thigh cramping between their chests.
"Me too, Chanyeol," he says into the hollow of Chanyeol's throat, and his thumb slides over the slit of Chanyeol's cock. "So good, so close." Chanyeol's limbs lock, and he comes with another shout, eyes finally closing shut and his spine collapsing. Jongin strokes his cock through it and still fucks him, messily and shallow now, and Chanyeol feels him pulling away in his haze.
"No," he croaks out, managing to pull him back in and keep him there. Jongin bites his collarbone then and comes, too, cock pulsing inside Chanyeol. Everything's hot and kind of sticky and perfect, and Chanyeol drapes his hands around Jongin who's now moaning and shaking as they sink into the bed, rolling on their sides and staying locked together.
"Fuck," Jongin says after a long moment, mouth still wet against Chanyeol's shoulder. "You're so loud."
Chanyeol starts to laugh, but then he hears a thud.
"Yes, he is! Fuck, Chanyeol, I just had to deal with a neighbor complaint!?" Baekhyun's voice comes from the other side of the door. Chanyeol hears giggles and recognizes Yixing. His entire face flames up, and Jongin squirms in his hold, not any better.
"Oh god," he mutters. "How long have they been back?"
There's another thud on the door. "When you're done with your post coital cuddles, come out, we came bearing homemade food." Baekhyun shouts. "And Chanyeol, I'm glad Jongin's cock is as amazing as you dreamed it up to be. I'm happy for you, really." There's more giggling and low talking and shuffling, and Jongin is trying to crawl inside Chanyeol to hide.
Chanyeol doesn't know whether to laugh or feel mortified.
"You talk to Baekhyun about my dick, too?" Jongin asks.
"Never," Chanyeol says, earnestly, and then he bursts out laughing. Jongin smacks him and tries to kick him, and they finally fall apart, Jongin's soft cock sliding out of Chanyeol, making Chanyeol groan again.
"Hey, no more sex before you hydrate properly," they hear Baekhyun shout.
"Well, at least we got the loud sex to annoy Baekhyun off the list?" Chanyeol says.
"Why do I feel he's not really annoyed at all?" Jongin asks, his fingers tracing the red half-moons on Chanyeol's thighs that he left there.
"Well, we can always try again," Chanyeol shrugs. Jongin kicks him off the bed.
"Show off!" he says, but there's a bit of mirth in his voice.
"Of course. I'm proud of my boyfriend's dick prowess," Chanyeol grins at him.
"At least you're not calling it pretty anymore," Jongin sighs, peeking over the edge of the bed. He looks kind of smug. Chanyeol grins wider.
"You liked it."
This is the end of the round for Team Five. ♥
There is no time to waste on chitchatting or playing around when Jongin announces that Chanyeol isn't getting out of building him another castle just because his dick is pretty great and sex with him is hot. It makes Chanyeol laugh in happiness at the way Jongin is so serious about both the praise and his demand, at the way he shushes him and sits him in front of his PC with a determined face. He doesn't mind messing around on Minecraft one bit, not when Jongin spends most of the weekend sitting in his lap, showing him what to do next, pitching farfetched ideas and kissing Chanyeol when he manages to execute them or when he grumbles too much from frustration at getting lost in his own design. Jongin keeps his promise to make sure Chanyeol showers too, by doing so with him, and Jongin wet, with shampoo in his hair and pouty lips, clutching to Chanyeol so he doesn't slip, is just another layer of things unknown to Chanyeol, something amazing and precious.
The castle is done by Sunday afternoon, and Jongin wiggles on Chanyeol's lap from excitement, taking screencaps of several levels, interior and exterior, and brags about it on some forum while Chanyeol watches with his chin propped up on his shoulder and hands on Jongin's waist so he doesn't slip off Chanyeol's knee. The chair creaks underneath them, not made for the weight of two men, much less when one of them behaves like an overexcited child on too much sugar, and Chanyeol's hands squeeze around Jongin's sides a little tighter in nerves. Jongin hums at it, and Chanyeol buries his nose in the crook of Jongin's neck, kissing the skin in his reach.
Jongin takes few more minutes browsing around the forum then abruptly pushes up and off the chair. The sudden movement makes the chair roll back, and Chanyeol looks up startled, and possibly pouting. He was enjoying the taste of Jongin's skin and the smell of his own shampoo in Jongin's hair.
"What's up?" he asks. Jongin just smirks and starts stripping. It's so fast that Chanyeol barely manages to blink and Jongin's standing there, naked, beautiful, his cock half hard. Oh, Chanyeol may have caused that. He takes a sharp breath.
"I do remember saying that building me a castle in Minecraft is a sure way into my pants," Jongin says, rather nonchalantly, and takes two quick steps towards Chanyeol. Chanyeol watches, amazed, but manages to outstretch his arms and grip Jongin's hips, stopping him from coming closer.
"Just let me look for a little bit," he breathes out, and Jongin raises an eyebrow at him, but pulls his bottom lip into his mouth too, like he's losing his confidence again. "It's just ... I want to see you properly," Chanyeol gets out. When he watched Jongin's body move in those home videos, he'd felt so guilty. On Friday, everything was so fast, and Chanyeol just wants to savor it, that he's allowed to look now, hopefully as much as he wants. He drinks in the dip of Jongin's collarbones, his flat stomach, muscles lean from dance, Jongin's narrow hips, and his defined thighs, knobbly knees and strong calves. Chanyeol chokes on nothing as he notices the shallow breaths Jongin takes now, his nipples hard and his chest flushed. His cock, still so very perfect, even more so from this close, is completely hard now, and Jongin enjoys this, the attention. On Chanyeol's part, it is undivided. He rubs circles around Jongin's hipbones, then slides his hands up Jongin's chest.
"Chanyeol," Jongin mutters, and Chanyeol rubs his palm over Jongin's left nipple, his other hand skating back down his torso and caressing his inner thigh. Jongin shudders, and his cock twitches when Chanyeol palms it, but Jongin stands still, so indulging, as Chanyeol drinks it all in, can't get enough of Jongin so open and attainable in front of him. He reaches behind Jongin with both of his hands, cupping Jongin's firm ass, and Jongin flexes his ass cheeks. His cock jumps again, and Chanyeol's mouth goes completely dry.
"Fuck me," he mutters, looking up and into Jongin's eyes, and Jongin inhales sharply. Chanyeol runs a finger up Jongin's cock. "Want your perfect dick in me," he adds, just to make sure Jongin understands. He laughs when Jongin lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I told you to stop talking about my dick like that, it's so embarrassing," Jongin says. But then he finally moves, both hands coming down to squeeze Chanyeol's fingers. "On the bed," he instructs, and his voice is now low and commanding. Chanyeol shivers. He's thought of this, a lot, recently, of how Jongin would take him, and the anticipation spikes now, burning in the pit of his stomach. He gets up from the chair and backs up. Jongin's hands are on him right away, pulling down his soft sweats and boxers at the same time, and Chanyeol manages to pull off his t-shirt just before his knees hit the bed and he falls backwards, scrambling higher on the mattress right away. "I think we've gotten the undressing down," Jongin says, eying him, a little like he did the pancakes on Saturday morning, hungry and excited, right before he devoured seven of them, making the most obscene noises.
"It helps that I just really want you on me," Chanyeol notes, breathless already. Jongin reaches towards the nightstand, for the raspberry lube, and Chanyeol spreads his legs further, bent at the knees.
"You're so ..." Jongin doesn't finish his sentence, instead opens the lube, and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers. "I don't do this very often," he mutters, climbing on the bed, and hooking his left elbow under Chanyeol's right leg.
"Yeah?" Chanyeol asks, a little surprised. Jongin's so beautiful and confident, and Chanyeol might not know much about his sexual partners, but he had assumed there were some. Jongin seemed so sure of himself in those two damned videos he watched, too. "I do this all the time lately," he blurts out next. Jongin's eyes widen. "To myself, I mean," Chanyeol blabbers, and he's really just so turned on and has no brain left. "Just, I'd stretch myself and imagine it's you, your pretty dick pressing in and―"
Jongin leans down and kisses him, hard and deep, and his slick fingers slide against Chanyeol's hip. When he pulls away, they're both too winded, and Chanyeol's thighs are shaking. Jongin hasn't even properly touched him yet.
"I kind of want to see you do that," Jongin mutters, peppering breathless kisses down Chanyeol's jaw and his chest and over his hipbones. He avoids Chanyeol's cock and instead scrapes his teeth over Chanyeol's inner thigh. "Next time," he adds. Chanyeol feels cool fingers sliding down behind his balls and over his puckered rim then, and he holds his breath. "No," Jongin murmurs. "Breathe." He rubs his thumb over the furl of muscles, and Chanyeol forces himself to exhale. Jongin holds up his left leg and moves closer, so that Chanyeol's calf can rest on his shoulder. Chanyeol's completely exposed like this, but he concentrates on his breath, inhale, exhale, until Jongin nods approvingly and finally, finally, one of his fingers pushes in, just a little.
It's strange, someone else doing this for him, but Chanyeol focuses on the fact that it's Jongin, who is watching him carefully, occasionally kissing the inside of Chanyeol's knee as his finger pushes deeper, and murmuring to himself. Chanyeol tries to relax, but he's a little impatient, a little nervous and so much in love, so it's hard not to hold his breath. Jongin looks him in the eye then, this tiny smile, and he rubs circles into Chanyeol's stomach with his free hand.
"You okay?" he asks, and Chanyeol nods, biting his lip and letting himself fall back onto the bed.
"Another one, Jongin, hurry," he says, and Jongin chuckles, a little cockily, his confidence shining through the earlier hesitation. Chanyeol feels his stomach twist in pleasure at that.
Jongin does add more lube and the second finger though, and he leans down, Chanyeol's leg sliding up his shoulder, while he kisses across Chanyeol's hipbone. He scissors his fingers, and Chanyeol is so acutely aware of Jongin's every move, of the way his weight shifts on the bed, and of the hot trail that his breath leaves across Chanyeol's skin.
"Please," he mutters, wound up so tight, and Jongin mouths along his cock while his fingers crook. Chanyeol's nails dig into the sheets, and Jongin hums when Chanyeol tries to lift his hips, tries to get closer. Jongin's fingers slide in and out of him, a steady pace that's not too slow but not fast enough, and the way he crooks them screams purpose. "Please," Chanyeol repeats, and Jongin pushes at Chanyeol's right thigh, impatiently, pressing it against Chanyeol's stomach as he almost flattens on the bed, fingers becoming more insistent and his tongue suddenly licking around Chanyeol's rim. Chanyeol jerks, a full body shiver running through him, and Jongin chuckles, his breath hot behind Chanyeol's balls.
"You're so hot like this, hyung," Jongin drawls, "so hot for me." Chanyeol bites his lip because the high pitch in his whine is embarrassing, and Jongin adds the third finger, the jab of them now a little frustrated. He licks a fat stripe up Chanyeol's cock, and Chanyeol still remembers the heat of Jongin's mouth around him from Saturday morning so vividly. His hips push up again, and Jongin shifts too, lifting up and kneeling over Chanyeol, making sure Chanyeol's left calf is on his shoulder again, securely. "Come on," Jongin says, and then his knuckles bend one more time, and Chanyeol moans, so loud, at Jongin finally finding his prostate. "Yes," Jongin says, smiling winningly, and presses his fingers right into it, again and again.
Chanyeol's a shivering, moaning mess now, not knowing if he wants to move closer or scramble away from the constant pressure. Jongin's fingers don't sting at all now, not even when he spreads them apart, and Chanyeol's cock is full and heavy against his stomach, precome wet and sticky against his skin.
"Jonginnie," Chanyeol gasps. "You need to." Chanyeol moans again, voice going an octave higher, when Jongin's fingers press right into his prostate again. Chanyeol grabs Jongin's arms, pulling him down, and Jongin understands, leans forward and swallows Chanyeol's sounds, licking into his mouth, as his fingers pull back just when Chanyeol thinks it's going to get too much, only to press in again, and again. Chanyeol's going to shiver apart. "Jonginnie," he tries to say again. "Want you," he whispers into Jongin's hot and insistent mouth.
Jongin pulls back a little and nods. "Yeah, okay," he says, but he doesn't do more than look at Chanyeol, his eyes moving from his face, and slowly down his body. He gets stuck watching the way his fingers move in and out of Chanyeol, more shallow and faster now, and Chanyeol's groaning, frustrated and wrecked. "Fuck," Jongin mutters, and when he looks at Chanyeol again, it's amazement and fondness in his eyes that makes Chanyeol's spine want to curl in. Jongin's fingers finally pull away completely, and Jongin lets go of Chanyeol's right leg, sliding closer to him. Chanyeol winds his leg around Jongin's waist and Jongin chuckles. "Your legs are so long," he says, one hand sliding up Chanyeol's left thigh, towards where it meets Chanyeol's hip, just as the head of his cock finally presses against Chanyeol's rim.
The press in is slow and careful. When Chanyeol thinks Jongin can't get any closer, Jongin's fingers close around his hip and thigh, and he pulls Chanyeol in, Chanyeol's back sliding on the sheets as his hips lift off the bed and press against Jongin's almost painfully. Jongin hisses, and Chanyeol's moan is long and high pitched again. Jongin's breathing is ragged now as they stay still for a moment, his fingers flexing into Chanyeol's skin. Chanyeol finds himself squeezing around Jongin to the rhythm of it, feeling full and stretched so perfectly. "Feels amazing," Jongin murmurs, his head hanging low and his face barely visible behind his long sweaty fringe.
"Then move," Chanyeol mutters, fingers squeezing around Jongin's wrists because, yes, it feels amazing, but Chanyeol knows it will get even better, and now he's very impatient, very nervous and still so much in love.
Jongin pulls out slowly, and Chanyeol groans when the crown of his cock stretches his rim again. Jongin's fingers squeeze tighter then, and he thrusts forward and pulls Chanyeol in all at once. Chanyeol knows Jongin's strong, he has to be with all the dancing and acrobatics he does, but he's overwhelmed by how he feels completely in his power, his back rubbing on the sheets as Jongin doesn't stop anymore, strong and sure in the way he thrusts into Chanyeol, shoulders taut, arms flexing, eyes watching Chanyeol with fierce intensity. Chanyeol can only hold onto his wrists and let himself go, his voice going scratchy from how loud he is. Jongin's quieter, but encouraging, and his name said in Jongin's low voice always brings Chanyeol back to the moment when he feels reality slipping. He's so close, his spine curving off the bed too, and his shoulder blades starting to sting.
"More, more," he encourages Jongin. "Right there," he gasps, when Jongin manages to find the perfect way for his cock to brush against his prostate with every thrust. Jongin's pushing in faster now, his knees sliding under Chanyeol's ass, and his hand gripping Chanyeol's thigh, pressing it into Jongin's chest. Chanyeol sees Jongin's stomach muscles contracting, his entire body dancing the most wonderful dance, and Jongin's still so beautiful. "Love you," he mutters, throwing his head back, and Jongin leans down, latching onto his throat, one hand coming to close around Chanyeol's cock, Chanyeol's thigh cramping between their chests.
"Me too, Chanyeol," he says into the hollow of Chanyeol's throat, and his thumb slides over the slit of Chanyeol's cock. "So good, so close." Chanyeol's limbs lock, and he comes with another shout, eyes finally closing shut and his spine collapsing. Jongin strokes his cock through it and still fucks him, messily and shallow now, and Chanyeol feels him pulling away in his haze.
"No," he croaks out, managing to pull him back in and keep him there. Jongin bites his collarbone then and comes, too, cock pulsing inside Chanyeol. Everything's hot and kind of sticky and perfect, and Chanyeol drapes his hands around Jongin who's now moaning and shaking as they sink into the bed, rolling on their sides and staying locked together.
"Fuck," Jongin says after a long moment, mouth still wet against Chanyeol's shoulder. "You're so loud."
Chanyeol starts to laugh, but then he hears a thud.
"Yes, he is! Fuck, Chanyeol, I just had to deal with a neighbor complaint!?" Baekhyun's voice comes from the other side of the door. Chanyeol hears giggles and recognizes Yixing. His entire face flames up, and Jongin squirms in his hold, not any better.
"Oh god," he mutters. "How long have they been back?"
There's another thud on the door. "When you're done with your post coital cuddles, come out, we came bearing homemade food." Baekhyun shouts. "And Chanyeol, I'm glad Jongin's cock is as amazing as you dreamed it up to be. I'm happy for you, really." There's more giggling and low talking and shuffling, and Jongin is trying to crawl inside Chanyeol to hide.
Chanyeol doesn't know whether to laugh or feel mortified.
"You talk to Baekhyun about my dick, too?" Jongin asks.
"Never," Chanyeol says, earnestly, and then he bursts out laughing. Jongin smacks him and tries to kick him, and they finally fall apart, Jongin's soft cock sliding out of Chanyeol, making Chanyeol groan again.
"Hey, no more sex before you hydrate properly," they hear Baekhyun shout.
"Well, at least we got the loud sex to annoy Baekhyun off the list?" Chanyeol says.
"Why do I feel he's not really annoyed at all?" Jongin asks, his fingers tracing the red half-moons on Chanyeol's thighs that he left there.
"Well, we can always try again," Chanyeol shrugs. Jongin kicks him off the bed.
"Show off!" he says, but there's a bit of mirth in his voice.
"Of course. I'm proud of my boyfriend's dick prowess," Chanyeol grins at him.
"At least you're not calling it pretty anymore," Jongin sighs, peeking over the edge of the bed. He looks kind of smug. Chanyeol grins wider.
"You liked it."
This is the end of the round for Team Five. ♥
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