♡ untitled; chanbaek ♡

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Another Chanbaek. Lol. I'm sorry but I ship them so hard that if ever they get married, its my cue to die happily. It's been months since I updated this one. Thank you for those who waited. And, this update is for celebrating my first day of vacation. Finally! I'm freeeee.


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Baekhyun parts his lips to moan softly and even that sound is unsteady, too high-pitched for simple pleasure. He's been holding his mouth shut in a pale death grip of whimpers-only, but there's the unmistakable glint of arousal in his eyes - tears, too, but he only rarely sheds any. He has his pride, after all, and Chanyeol has his strength - more than enough to drag sound and just about anything else from the older.

The smaller man shudders and reaches back to tangle his fingers in Chanyeol's hair. The touch is light, barely-there and he pulls his hand back quickly as Chanyeol comes slamming back into his prostate with force he barely bothers trying to restrain.

Baekhyun laughs softly, face still turned, as always, to focus on Chanyeol's. "Ngh... Ch-chan, so rough..."

Chanyeol grins and thrusts deeper. Faster. Harder for Baekhyun to moan again, breath coming in hurt waves of want. His hands fist tighter in the duvet by his chest, the curve of his back straining into the younger's hands where they are held tightly to his hips. There are bruises visible there already, budding out from beneath Chanyeol's grip and probably dark enough to keep Baekhyun from walking for a day or two.

"Drooling," Chanyeol grunts. "Like a fucking slut."

"Hahhh... d-don't pretend you - aaah - don't love it, too, Ch-Chanyeol-ssi," Baekhyun pants. The younger's nickname turns into another moan, a long 'n' sound and something resembling a sob.

He's not crying. "Up," Chanyeol growls, and he doesn't wait for the petite to respond before reaching down to grab one of his shoulders.

He picks the older up and positions him so that he's curled partway over the headboard, ass still raised above his head to grant Chanyeol better access. The shifting about is awkward at best, and the movement - Chanyeol still inside of Baekhyun, wriggling back and forth with Baekhyun's walls pulling tight about him - practically drives both of them crazy.

Baekhyun mewls softly and uses his arms to shove himself back onto Chanyeol's cock. Move. Move. "Ch-chan..."

Chanyeol shivers, enjoying the soft flesh of Baekhyun's legs sheathed in his own hands, smooth skin and sweat-slicked tremors. He drives them farther apart and buries himself balls-deep again. It's almost as if he might split Baekhyun clean in half, and even though he can no longer see the smaller man's face he knows that the pain there reflects that.

He grunts and pulls back for another thrust. This one is stronger, a quick snap of his muscles and just about everything that he has to give. Baekhyun cries out as he's sent barreling headfirst into the wall in front of him.

There's a sickening crack, and when Chanyeol pulls back breathless and close to the edge he can feel Baekhyun's muscles relaxing. "Baekhyun, oi. You okay?" Vaguely annoyed, because how can he faint now?

For a moment there's no response, and then Baekhyun forces a laugh and seems to shake himself. "Y-yeah, I - I can keep going," he mumbles.

Chanyeol thinks for a moment that he can hear the petite's voice slurring, but doesn't say anything else. And Chanyeol wants to keep going. He wants Baekhyun. And Baekhyun sinks his head lower like he does sometimes when he's trying to hide how badly he wants the same thing. He has his pride. As always.

Chanyeol redoubles his efforts, even reaches around to stroke the underside of Baekhyun's taut cock and the heated flesh of his balls. He makes up for that gentleness by thrusting with extra force, extra bruises and little cries from Baekhyun. He keeps asking for more of everything, and the younger gives it to him like only he can.

Every thrust feels better than the last - and then Chanyeol can't hold himself back anymore. He comes with a breathy sigh and Baekhyun's muscles spasm around him, seeming almost to pull him deeper in an attempt to claw the petite's body the rest of the way to orgasm.

Chanyeol keeps going and shudders pleasurably at the slippery, wet noises of his cock sliding in and out - more gentle now, still no finesse but a little more catering to what he thinks'll feel better to the petite- and Baekhyun finally tightens and jerks forward with a little yelp as he comes all over pillows and wood.

Chanyeol waits for something - a taunt, maybe, a request or something like that - but Baekhyun is silent again. He sits impatiently still for a moment - saying nothing because it's supposed to be the older that has the first word - but Chanyeol's no good at self-restraint and at the very least he figures he can pull out without upsetting Baekhyun.

There's more than enough there to lubricate his cock as it parts with Baekhyun's stretched-wide hole, dragging with it a string of semen and a minute shiver that runs from the base of the older's spine all the way to the top.

"Don't plan on talking?" Chanyeol grumbles, lifting the petite's limp-again body and laying it down on a dry spot amidst a plush comforter and pale sheets.

Baekhyun shakes his head weakly - face still hidden, body seeming to convey dejection, pain, betrayal. "Tired," he mumbles. "Let's sleep."

But Chanyeol doesn't want this night to end, because after this, they're back to square one. But nonetheless, he complied. As always. For Baekhyun.

"Okay" Chanyeol prompts.


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