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[team one] i give you more, you feelin' the flow
incomplete as per usual
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wolfodder, you're up!
“Is the view really that—?” Jongdae whines, his voice entirely too shaky, entirely too reedy with raw need or irritation or desperation before he catches himself, swallows. “Is the view really that good?” he continues—steadier, less shaky, completely unnecessary. He knows—already—that it is.
Knows that it’s precisely the reason that Chanyeol has frozen between Jongdae’s spread, bare legs to just fucking stare at him, his eyes glazed and jaw slack and breathing labored. Because the view is that good, because Chanyeol wants this so much—maybe just as much, maybe even more and he just has to savor it for a moment.
“Just gonna stare?” Jongdae continues when Chanyeol just blinks up at him, his oversized eyes all dazed and dark with desire. And heat pulses through Jongdae’s skin even as more annoyance bleeds into his tone. “Thought you wanted this?” Jongdae adds, knowing that he does—maybe just as much, maybe even more.
But Chanyeol groans at the comment, catching himself and swallowing, too, squeezing absent but hard on Jongdae’s goose-bumped thighs. His lips are already red and slick and swollen from kissing Jongdae breathless, swallowing his cock whole, pulling way to bite his own bottom lip hard, nearly white before asking—no fucking begging—to eat him out, fuck, he wanted to so fucking badly, is so in love with the way that Jongdae tastes when he’s fucking back on his tongue like he can’t get enough.
And Chanyeol is oftentimes clumsy, too loud and too big and too eager, too, but he loves loves loves to please—Jongdae. And he takes direction so fucking well, already gliding forward to mouth soft and teasing at the apex of Jongdae’s tense thighs, his tongue fluttering forward in a cursory taste when Jongdae’s fingers tangle in his hair.
And Jongdae tips back into the sheets with a soft, encouraging moan.
wolfodder, you're up!“Is the view really that—?” Jongdae whines, his voice entirely too shaky, entirely too reedy with raw need or irritation or desperation before he catches himself, swallows. “Is the view really that good?” he continues—steadier, less shaky, completely unnecessary. He knows—already—that it is.
Knows that it’s precisely the reason that Chanyeol has frozen between Jongdae’s spread, bare legs to just fucking stare at him, his eyes glazed and jaw slack and breathing labored. Because the view is that good, because Chanyeol wants this so much—maybe just as much, maybe even more and he just has to savor it for a moment.
“Just gonna stare?” Jongdae continues when Chanyeol just blinks up at him, his oversized eyes all dazed and dark with desire. And heat pulses through Jongdae’s skin even as more annoyance bleeds into his tone. “Thought you wanted this?” Jongdae adds, knowing that he does—maybe just as much, maybe even more.
But Chanyeol groans at the comment, catching himself and swallowing, too, squeezing absent but hard on Jongdae’s goose-bumped thighs. His lips are already red and slick and swollen from kissing Jongdae breathless, swallowing his cock whole, pulling way to bite his own bottom lip hard, nearly white before asking—no fucking begging—to eat him out, fuck, he wanted to so fucking badly, is so in love with the way that Jongdae tastes when he’s fucking back on his tongue like he can’t get enough.
And Chanyeol is oftentimes clumsy, too loud and too big and too eager, too, but he loves loves loves to please—Jongdae. And he takes direction so fucking well, already gliding forward to mouth soft and teasing at the apex of Jongdae’s tense thighs, his tongue fluttering forward in a cursory taste when Jongdae’s fingers tangle in his hair.
And Jongdae tips back into the sheets with a soft, encouraging moan.