A/N: This is for meguuun. My love, my darling—Happy 20th birthday!!!! If you didn't live in Singapore I would run all the way over to your giggly, flailing ass and give you the biggest hug ever. Thank you for putting up with my constant whining and for never failing to make me want to fuck Chanyeol into oblivion. You nasty, filthy girl. INCIDENTALLY, have some nasty, filthy porn. You suck x1237291879. You will probably still suck in the afterlife. IHY. (Inherent lie. ILYSM I would probably give you my firstborn.) Enjoy!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
Baekhyun crawls into his bed at two in the morning, flushed and sweaty and wound up. Chanyeol blinks away the sleep from his eyes and scoots over to make room. He doesn't even question that Baekhyun is raging hard in his sweatpants or mumbling senseless nonsense into the crook of Chanyeol's neck as he climbs on top of him. Chanyeol merely grips his hips to steady him and works his hand silently into his boyfriend's pants, relishing the delicious shudder that wracks the smaller boy's body.
During interviews, they all point to Sehun as the neediest out of all them. Our maknae is so clingy, Joonmyun laughs, patting Sehun on the shoulder as their youngest smiles crookedly and bites his lip. Chanyeol laughs with them because Sehun's embarrassment is oddly endearing, but they are all so very wrong.
Baekhyun is needy in ways Sehun has never learned to be, knows how to wrangle all sorts of increasingly insane requests out of Chanyeol's body until he's sure he can no longer take it. Baekhyun encroaches on Chanyeol's personal space with the same ease with which his tongue slips past his lips. And Baekhyun is all gasps and moans and hisses of pleasure as Chanyeol rubs his thumb over the tip of his cock and spreads his pre-come down along the vein that throbs underneath. Fuck yes, he whispers, hoarse and throaty, when Chanyeol slicks their cocks together, and rolls his hips into the tight circle of Chanyeol's fingers. Faster, he breathes, more.
And Chanyeol thinks he can lose himself in the coarse sound of control that threads its way through Baekhyun's voice. Baekhyun demands so much from him, and Chanyeol can only give give give until something close to possessiveness coils heavy in his abdomen, until Chanyeol squeezes just a bit tighter and paints their bed sheets and stomachs with white.
It's a hot afternoon when Seunghwan pops his head into the living room and announces that they're going to get ice cream. Chanyeol rests his hand lightly on Baekhyun's shoulder on the walk over, mindful of the cameras clicking around him. It's their day off, and they dressed to be low-key, but there are always EXO fans waiting for them outside their dorm, so they can never escape the cameras.
It's only after they sit down on the cool, plastic chairs of Baskin Robbins does their manager shoo the girls away. While Joonmyun and Kyungsoo order the ice cream at the counter, Chanyeol reaches under the table to link their fingers together, and Baekhyun grins at him from under his baseball cap.
After a minute, they come back with six cups and spoons, and distribute the ice creams: vanilla (Joonmyun keeps it simple), green tea (Kyungsoo), coffee with whipped cream and sprinkles and cookie crumbs (Sehun is extremely particular), orange sherbet (because Jongin still thinks he's five), strawberry (Baekhyun), and Chanyeol's favorite—chocolate.
Baekhyun stares at the monster creation that Kyungsoo hands over to their youngest member. "You're gonna get sick in the stomach, Sehun-ah," he says, eyeing the huge mound of whipped cream.
Sehun scrunches his nose up cutely and scoops an extra large portion just to be a brat. Chanyeol laughs.
"Baekhyun-ah," he says, gesturing with his spoon. "Want some?"
Baekhyun's eyes light up and he opens wide, and Chanyeol happily sticks his spoon in his roommate's mouth.
"You two are disgustingly cute," Sehun says conversationally.
Chanyeol quirks his eyebrow knowingly. "Sad that Lu Han is in China?"
Sehun blushes red. "Shut up."
Chanyeol laughs and waves his spoon again. Baekhyun opens his mouth obediently.
"Wow, I am gonna barf," Jongin mumbles.
Chanyeol's grin spreads wide across his face and taps his spoon against Baekhyun's cheekbone at the last second.
"Oh my god, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says, exasperated, and moves to wipe it off.
"Wait!" Jongin interjects, and they turn to look at him. Jongin rolls his eyes.
"Hyung, don't you know that if you put anything edible on someone's face, you have to lick it off?"
Baekhyun freezes next to him, but Chanyeol just snickers. "I've never heard that before, Jongin, you probably just made it up."
Jongin shrugs and takes another bite of his sherbet. "Don't come crying to me when the ice cream karma god arrives to exact righteous justice."
"I don't care what sexual fetish deity you pray to at night," Chanyeol counters, and Sehun snorts into his sundae. Chanyeol grins and nudges the boy next to him. He turns to find Baekhyun visibly flushed, eyes wide and expectant, and staring intently at him. He still has ice cream on his face.
"O-oh," Chanyeol says, feeling himself go red, and wipes his roommate's cheek with a paper napkin. "Sorry."
Baekhyun grows pinker and stares straight ahead pointedly. Chanyeol scratches the back of his head and tries to go back to eating, but it's difficult when Baekhyun is sitting stiff and scared next to him.
"Hey," Chanyeol says awkwardly. "You okay?"
Baekhyun presses lips together and nods stiffly. "Y-yeah," he forces out between his teeth. Chanyeol can't help but think that he looks extremely uncomfortable. He reaches underneath the table again and brushes his fingers against the back of Baekhyun's hands, which are clasped tightly in his lap.
"Baekhyun—" Chanyeol begins, and then stops short and turns to gawk at his boyfriend. Baekhyun is hard, painfully so, and Chanyeol can feel it even through the creases of his jeans.
Baekhyun turns to look at him, embarrassment and arousal mixing and churning in his eyes, and Chanyeol stares back, slightly dumbstruck, as he tries to figure out what could have possibly triggered that kind of reaction. Suddenly, Jongin's sarcasm floats back to him.
("—you have to lick it off.")
Oh, he thinks, faintly amused. Fucking Jongin.
Chanyeol watches his boyfriend squirm uncomfortably in his seat, and an uncontrollable curiosity comes over him.
"Hyung," comes Sehun's bored voice from across the table. "Can I have another one?"
Chanyeol watches as Joonmyun pushes the remainder of his vanilla ice cream towards their maknae, and grins to himself.
It's a rare moment when it's only Chanyeol and Baekhyun in the dorm. Kyungsoo is recording with Super Junior, Sehun and Jongin are over in the dance studio, and Joonmyun is out with their manager.
Chanyeol corners Baekhyun in the kitchen. He walks in to see his boyfriend's rear end sticking out of the fridge as he rummages around in the shelves. Chanyeol slinks up behind him and gently drags him out by his belt loops.
"Chanyeol—" Baekhyun protests, but he's laughing.
Chanyeol grins and presses him up against the kitchen counter to kiss him. "So, we're alone," he enunciates after pulling away. "Everyone else won't be back until late."
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow and twists his hands up in Chanyeol's sweatshirt. "You've planned this out very carefully, haven't you?"
Chanyeol merely smiles and fits their mouth together. Baekhyun threads his fingers into Chanyeol's hair, kissing back sweet and gentle. This is something that Chanyeol will never get tired of, something he's so sure he can give back to Baekhyun whether or not he asks for it, because Baekhyun will always welcome his tongue with a need to rival his own.
Chanyeol grips the counter on either side of him, and Baekhyun sighs happily into his mouth. He pulls back to press his lips along his boyfriend's jaw.
"I want to try something," he murmurs into Baekhyun's skin.
"Hmmm?" Baekhyun's questioning tone follows him as Chanyeol disentangles their limbs and starts going through the cupboard.
Chanyeol pulls out a bottle of chocolate syrup. He watches as it registers in Baekhyun's face, in the red that creeps steadily into his cheekbones. He grins slightly to himself and drizzles a little bit onto his index and middle fingers.
"Chanyeol." His name falls easily from Baekhyun's lips. It always does, when he's anxious. Chanyeol moves closer, spreading it between his fingers.
"Want a taste?" he brings his hand close to his boyfriend's mouth.
Baekhyun tries to flatten himself into the cabinets. "Wait, this is weird."
Chanyeol drags his fingers across Baekhyun's cheekbones, leaving glossy streaks of dark brown. "It wasn't weird two days ago."
Baekhyun blanches. "That—that was—"
Chanyeol cuts him off by forcing his fingers in between his lips. Baekhyun makes a strangled noise and reaches up to pull them out, but Chanyeol swats his hand away.
"Don't," he says, low and commanding, and likes how Baekhyun freezes, eyes large and mortified, cheeks bright pink and covered in chocolate smears. "Lick my fingers clean, Baekhyun."
Baekhyun makes a pathetic whining noise in the back of his throat. Chanyeol smirks and shoves his leg in between the smaller boy's thighs.
"You want to," Chanyeol says, more gently this time. "You know you do."
Baekhyun gives him one more frightened look, then closes his eyes in shuddering defeat and sucks. Chanyeol inhales sharply, so very fascinated by the rough texture of Baekhyun's tongue fitting itself against the grooves in Chanyeol's fingertips, swiping at the chocolate coating his knuckles. Baekhyun is achingly hard against him, and Chanyeol, too, is straining against his jeans. He pulls back a little, sliding the pads of his fingers against the slick surfaces of Baekhyun's teeth and withdraws his hand to drag the mess of syrup and saliva over Baekhyun's lips and cheeks.
Chanyeol leans in to lap it all up, feeling Baekhyun digging his nails into his forearm. He licks all over Baekhyun's face, determined to find every last drop of chocolate and listens to Baekhyun's gasps growing pitched and breathy. He pulls back.
Baekhyun is, at this moment, still untouched, and Chanyeol knows that this is the point where Baekhyun will start growing fussy and desperate to get off, will resort to getting handsy with himself if no one else will do it for him, and Chanyeol is determined to put a resolute stop to that. He likes seeing Baekhyun frustrated, turned on beyond recognition, and wants to keep him like that for as long as he can. So when Baekhyun moves to palm the front of his jeans, Chanyeol catches his wrist and kisses his fingers chastely.
"Chanyeol—" Baekhyun whines, face scrunched up in frustration. He shifts his hips, desperately seeking friction. "Fuck—please—"
Chanyeol wraps his hands around Baekhyun's waist. "Stop moving." And Baekhyun stills reluctantly, staring up at him with glassy eyes, breath coming quick and shallow.
He kisses Baekhyun again on his pink, quivering lips, letting his boyfriend slide his hands up under his shirt. Chanyeol slides his tongue in past his teeth and can still taste chocolate syrup from his hands in the crevices of Baekhyun's mouth. He licks eagerly at the silky insides of his cheeks, pressing him flush against the kitchen cabinets.
"Oh god," Baekhyun breathes, drawing in breath after shuddering breath. He claws at Chanyeol's front, leaving streaks of syrup down Chanyeol's shirt. "Can you just—"
Chanyeol pushes him away. "You got my shirt dirty," he observes.
Baekhyun licks his lips. "Take it off, then."
And this time Chanyeol complies, because the hungry look in Baekhyun eyes does things to him, and slips his t-shirt over his head. He wonders what a picture they would make, Chanyeol half naked, Baekhyun covered in chocolatey fingerprints and doing questionable things against the kitchen counter.
And the noise Baekhyun makes just then should definitely be illegal, Chanyeol thinks, letting Baekhyun fasten his mouth to Chanyeol's collarbone, erection throbbing into his thigh. Chanyeol works his hand into Baekhyun's hair, stroking gently as Baekhyun drags his lips downwards and leaves trails of sticky-sweet dark brown down his abs.
Chanyeol quirks an eyebrow, smile tugging at his lips. "You gonna clean that up?"
Baekhyun gives him a dark, venomous look before licking up the mess with a soft, pink tongue. Chanyeol feels his cock twitch in his pants and groans low in his throat, massaging Baekhyun's scalp. His boyfriend answers with a whimper against his stomach, "Chanyeol, please, just fuck me already. I can't do teasing, you know I can't."
Chanyeol swallows, because Baekhyun's voice sounds so raw, so desperate, but he already knows what he wants. "Suck me off, Baekhyun," he says clearly.
And he expects wide eyes, indignant refusal, perhaps some sharp quip. What he does not expect is Baekhyun taking a step back and dropping immediately to his knees, long fingers flying up to the zipper on Chanyeol's jeans and tugging his cock free with an almost insistent kind of urgency. Chanyeol swears into his wrist when Baekhyun sucks the head of his cock into his hot, little mouth with almost no ceremony, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like there was nothing else in the world he could possibly want to do. Chanyeol cups the back of Baekhyun's neck as he flattens his tongue against the vein underneath, takes him in deep down his throat. Baekhyun almost chokes, and Chanyeol's fingers rub soothing circles into the soft skin of his jaw. He catches sight of his boyfriend's erection straining in his pants and decides that Baekhyun has had enough. He pushes him back from his groin and moves his sweaty bangs out of his face.
And kneeling there with wet, pleading eyes—chocolate syrup and pre-come smeared across his lips—Baekhyun looks defeated, frustrated, and absolutely, completely wrecked. Chanyeol moves down to the floor to kiss him and tastes sweetness, and perhaps a little bit of himself. Baekhyun moans weakly as Chanyeol pushes him down to the floor, hands moving to unfasten his jeans and pull them down with his underwear. Baekhyun gives a hoarse cry when Chanyeol grips him roughly in his hand and leans down to lick gently at the tip. Chanyeol pulls away briefly to reach into a kitchen drawer (because Jongin apparently has a weird thing for Kyungsoo in aprons) and grab the small bottle that he knows is inside. He flips the top open and spreads a generous amount on his fingers, and then presses a digit inside. Baekhyun whimpers high in his throat as Chanyeol adds a second finger.
"Chanyeol—" Baekhyun nearly sobs, and then words fail him when Chanyeol crooks his fingers upwards and the sound that comes out from his mouth isn't coherent at all. Still, Chanyeol hears the desperation and the want that's laced into the arches of his back. He hears the message that lies underneath the moaning, the message screaming fuck me, fuck me please embedded into every gasp and breath that falls from Baekhyun's lips.
And so Chanyeol does. He fucks Baekhyun on Kyungsoo's pristine, white kitchen floor, jeans hanging down low on his waist and Baekhyun's t-shirt pushed up so Chanyeol can mouth at dusky pink nipples. Baekhyun's cries grow in pitch with every slam of Chanyeol's hips against the back of his thighs, and his legs tighten where they are wrapped around his torso. When he feels him stiffen, Chanyeol looks up to watch Baekhyun's mouth fall open in a silent scream, eyelashes fluttering shut as release takes claim over his body. Chanyeol feels himself lose a little bit of control as Baekhyun convulses and tightens around him. And then Baekhyun is reaching down with trembling hands and brings Chanyeol's fingers to his lips, licking and sucking at the tips and Chanyeol swears desperately, hips snapping forward with almost all loss of rhythm. Baekhyun sucks his index finger deep into his mouth and bites, and then orgasm slams into Chanyeol like a freight train.
He comes with a strangled cry, nothing except Baekhyun and the thump-thump of blood pounding in his ears. Then all at once the rush dies and he's back to reality, sweaty and exhausted. Baekhyun lays underneath him, panting and sticky and about ready to fall asleep. But Chanyeol knows he can't let either of them fall asleep here, not when Seunghwan or their other members could be back anytime now, and both they and the kitchen are a mess.
"Baekhyun-ah," he whispers, nosing the junction where his neck meets his shoulders. "Let's clean up."
Baekhyun manages to lift his head and gives him a look of terrible long-suffering. "I fucking hate you," he whines. "Never again. Let's just stick to vanilla sex."
Chanyeol laughs, getting to his feet and helping his boyfriend stand on wobbly legs. "Okay," he says, wrapping his arms around Baekhyun's middle. "Next time I'll buy vanilla."
Baekhyun flushes and pushes him away to make a run for the bathroom. "That is not what I meant!!" his strangled voice echoes through the dorm.
"Hyung," Jongin hisses, dragging Chanyeol aside later that evening. "What the fuck is this?"
Chanyeol has to force himself not to laugh when Jongin opens his palm to reveal an almost empty bottle of lube stained with chocolate smears.
"Not my fault, Jongin," he says sunnily, ruffling Jongin's hair. "You don't exactly keep it hidden."
And he pinches their second youngest on the cheek, because the flustered/angry combination look on his face is priceless.
"On the bright side," Chanyeol calls over his shoulder, "you don't have to pay me back anymore," and snickers when Jongin makes a choking noise.
Chanyeol leaves Jongin to flail and enters the kitchen where Joonmyun is opening a glossy blue box. Their leader looks up and smiles brightly.
"Oh Chanyeol! We bought Paris Baguette on the way home. Want some?"
"What did you buy?" asks a voice from behind Chanyeol, and he turns around to see Baekhyun, fresh from the shower, peering around him curiously.
"Chocolate cake!" Joonmyun says happily.
Baekhyun makes a face and promptly leaves.
Joonmyun watches him with a confused look on his face. "I thought Baekhyun liked chocolate?"
Chanyeol laughs and sits down at the table. "I think he's grown out of it." He helps himself to a paper plate. "I'll have some, hyung."
Joonmyun nods appreciatively. "How much do you want?"
And Chanyeol's grin spreads wide across his face. "As much as possible."
ALTERNATIVELY TITLED: the time chanyeol got jongin back for using up all his lube in the shower with kyungsoo
cries megan ily. i hope you had an aneurysm. tumblr mirror.