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Byun Baekhyun wanted to deeply apologize to the large aloe vera plant beside him. He and Park Chanyeol were already down to the last soju bottle from the fridge, but that only meant drunkenness to his tall boyfriend and death to the plant at the side of the bed where they've been drinking. He's been spilling most of the alcohol Chanyeol's been pouring into his glass and he's actually thankful the giant didn't notice.

I just wanna see him drunk, Baekhyun grinned to himself, feeling mischievous. I just wanna take a video and tease him about it. That's all!

The brunette touched his empty glass against his lips, faking another swig, narrowing his eyes into slits while watching Chanyeol as if studying all his movements. For Baekhyun, the taller one doesn't look any close to drunk— His face isn't flushed at all, his movements are coordinated, and his words aren't slurred nor incomprehensible. "Here, babe," Chanyeol said as he poured more soju into Baek's empty glass. "Drink up."

"Uh—" Baekhyun stared at his glass and then towards his boyfriend. Huh? He paused. Is it just me or his eyes are a little different...?

They're hooded and seem to be clothed in onyx, glistening but definitely... unrecognizable. His jet black eyes have always been dark and occasionally unnerving. Chanyeol knows how his stares can make Baekhyun weak to his toes; How his looks make those butterflies in his tummy go wild. Even in this foreign state Chanyeol is in, the brunette cannot help but, oh so deeply, swoon over the way Park Chanyeol regards him.

"W-Why are you looking at me like that?" Baekhyun asked in a small voice, hand trembling a little as he drank from his shot glass. There really isn't anything separating him from Chanyeol right now but the crumpled bed sheets and empty green glasses of alcohol. Nothing really separates him from that gorgeous pair of black eyes which seem to be pulling him in.

Chanyeol shrugged, but his lips were threatening a smirk. "Drink one more and I'll tell you," he casually said.

And Byun Baekhyun is way far from drunk that he doesn't really care for one more glass. All he cares about is seeing a wasted Chanyeol. So when he nodded, almost immediately, Chanyeol filled his glass and he gulped the bitter drink without much thinking. "Ugh," he grimaced, wiping his lips with the back of his arm. "So what? Why were you—"

Like a diver to the ocean, Chanyeol definitely dove right into that kiss. He grabbed Baekhyun's face and pulled him in, lips crashing towards him in an almost desperation. And if not for the pair of familiar soft lips moving against his, Baek would have froze right on the spot already. He blinked, swallowed, and gasped, letting Chanyeol's tongue invade his mouth, found his own tongue and played with it. His body outright sparked when Chanyeol let out a low groan and Baekhyun couldn't help the long moan that escaped his lips when his boyfriend's hands moved from his jaw, down his neck, chest, only to rest on both sides of his small waist. He's wearing the sweatshirt Chanyeol gifted him during his last birthday and the material may be warm and thick, but he definitely felt Chanyeol's eager hands through the cloth, gripping him, as if claiming again and protecting what is already his.

"I want you," Chanyeol suddenly said, almost a growl against Baekhyun's swollen lips. "I want you, baby." He sucked unto the smaller's lower lip, teeth grazing the skin before releasing it only to claim his mouth again. And before Baekhyun could react, Chanyeol already pushed him against the bed, his large frame pinning Baek against the soft covers. The smaller could only groan and moan against his lover's continuous kisses. Hungry lips moving like breathing was never, and cannot be, an option. Chanyeol has this determined, bewitched look on his face as he kisses Baekhyun passionately, hands still holding onto him like he's the only one keeping him sane.

Feeling a little lightheaded already, Baekhyun cannot help but pull away, gasping for air numerous times until his vision cleared. But Chanyeol is still chasing for his kisses, lips traveling all over Baekhyun's face in search of those plump lips made to make his heart race. "Okay, okay," Baek panted a little as he caressed Chanyeol's hair gently. "I'm yours... I'm all yours, Park Chanyeol."

And those were the only words drunk Chanyeol was waiting for. The consent. The invitation. The mutual want to make love.

He eagerly returned his kisses back to Baekhyun's lips before slipping his hands under the smaller sweatshirt. Baek immediately understood what Chanyeol wanted— Or so he thought— because when he made a move to remove his upper clothing, Yeol stopped him, large palms grabbing his wrists, body pulling back to stuff his face against the crook of Baek's neck. Kisses forgotten for a moment just to inhale Baekhyun's scent affectionately.

"No need," he said in a ragged voice. "You'll get cold."

"Then you won't see me..." Baek breathed.

With that, Chanyeol let out a low laugh on his flawless neck. He kissed his prominent collar bones. "I close my eyes and I still see you, Byun Baekhyun," he whispered. "You're all I can see. You're all I care about..." another lingering kiss. "I love you... And only you..."

It was like Baekhyun's heart went to his throat. It wasn't like he was choking. But he definitely could feel his chest swell and run wild, overflowing with Park Chanyeol's love until it's so hard to breathe. He gasped too loudly when Chanyeol pressed another kiss on his neck, palms running carelessly across his chest and tummy underneath the knitted wear.

Chanyeol pulled back quickly to ask again if Baekhyun's okay. But the words died in his throat when he finally got a glimpse of Baekhyun's face under the dim light of his bedroom. Park Chanyeol's drunk. Definitely drunk. But amidst his clouded mind and slipping judgement, he couldn't deny the fact that the mere look of love from Byun Baekhyun's brown eyes drives him crazy. He could feel the last bit of self-control escaping his grasp no matter how desperately he tries to cling to it.

He knows how he is when he's drunk.

And he knows what he can do to his precious Byun Baek.

Baekhyun blinked up at him a few times, wondering why Chanyeol stopped kissing him. He batted his eyelashes curiously. A pout slowly forming on his pink, plump lips. Delicate hand brushing his own cheeks to swipe strands of his brown locks back to his head.

Chanyeol's mind goes haywire.

Too pretty. Too breathtaking. Too gorgeous for his winning id.

So "Fuck it," Chanyeol hissed before gripping the waistband of Baekhyun's shorts, removing his lower garments in one swift motion.

"Chanyeol!" Baekhyun was surprised, too.

"Leave your top," Chanyeol ordered as he pulled his own shirt over his head, threw it somewhere in the room, and moved to undress naked. "That's from me, hm? I like it on you."

Baekhyun blushed a pretty shade of deep pink and without waiting for his answer, Chanyeol quickly got down to business. And his first task for the night: Make his baby feel good. So instead of capturing Baekhyun's lips once again, Chanyeol moved his mouth past his lover's heaving chest, flat tummy, and slim waist, only to plant featherlight kisses on the inside of Baek's milky white thighs. Chanyeol wrapped both hands around his lover's legs, marveling at how smooth and soft they are against his rough palms. He kissed Baekhyun's skin around his c*ck, breathed in his arousing scent, and groaned deep in his throat.

How the fuck is he so sweet? Chanyeol thought, an urge to destroy and claim his small boyfriend suddenly filling everything in his weakening soul. And he is helpless— overwhelmingly helpless— when it comes to Byun Baekhyun.

Baekhyun's c*ck is already hard, standing in attention and pulsing with want, and Chanyeol didn't waste any more time. Fixating his eyes on his lover's face, Chanyeol took Baekhyun's whole c*ck in his greedy mouth.

"Babe!" Baekhyun literally screamed the word in pure shock and pleasure. He's watching Chanyeol give him a blowjob, upper body supported by his elbows as he tries so hard not to completely collapse on the white sheets. On the other hand, Chanyeol enjoyed seeing Baekhyun's gaped lips, breathing out air after air as he worked his tongue and lips around Baek's d*ck. He rolled his tongue across the base, working his way up to the slit, coating it with enough saliva so he could bury the whole length down to his throat again. He bobbed his up and down, the end of Baekhyun's c*ck hitting the back of his throat repeatedly, letting him fuck his mouth— Use it for pleasure. Use him to Byun Baekhyun's content. He doesn't really care.

Chanyeol gave out a low hum as he took Baekhyun c*ck deep into his mouth again, contracted his cheeks, chuckling a little when Baek finally threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned long and loud. The neighbors probably heard. But then again, Chanyeol— in his present state— doesn't really give a damn.

One of Baekhyun's hands, which had been gripping the sheets all this time, rested on Chanyeol's hair. The taller is still playing with Baek's c*ck, just licking, stroking, stopping every so often if he feels like Baekhyun's about to come. "Hhmm..." Baekhyun hums in a sing-song voice, fingers running through Chanyeol's already messed up hair. He likes the slow blowjob. He likes how Chanyeol plays with his c*ck, stealing the climactic moment only to edge him towards it again. He likes delaying the sweet ecstasy, because he knows how violent the high could hit him later.

Besides, he likes coming with Park Chanyeol. He likes hearing their moans admixed in the giant's empty bedroom.

Chanyeol continued playing with Baekhyun's c*ck, stopping only when the smaller's hand tightened in his hair, urging him to stop. Not because he doesn't like it. It's just that he wanted something more... For his ass maybe?

"Come on, babe," Baekhyun whined, eyes turning puppy— almost begging. "Won't you do my ass, too?" He pouts.

Chanyeol could only grin. He gave the tip of Baekhyun's c*ck one last kiss before sitting back down, hand traveling to press one thumb on Baek's entrance. "Here?" he asked coyly, smirking down at his whining lover. And Baekhyun nodded as he pants, watching how Chanyeol effortlessly propped his legs on the taller's broad shoulders. Park Chanyeol has always been huge— A huge guy beside his ever small, petite frame.

Slowly, Chanyeol inserted a thumb into his ass. "Hm?" He breathes. "Why's your pussy too relaxed, baby? Don't you want me to prep you?" He gave Baekhyun that goddamned smirk again and he suddenly looked so sexy Baek literally felt pain in the pit of his guts.

Baekhyun threw an arm over his face, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I'm too turned on!" he exclaimed. "You were sucking me so good— AH!"

Another finger slipped inside his ass.

"Hm-hm?" Chanyeol's smile is almost evil. "You feel good, love?"

Baekhyun bit his lower lip, nodding quickly. Chanyeol doesn't like how he cannot see Baekhyun's eyes. Didn't he tell him before? They're his most favorite. He reached for Baekhyun's arm and gently removed it, revealing his brown orbs quite glistening with tears. Baekhyun's cheeks are bursting with color and his lips swollen as Chanyeol leaned down to kiss him again.

"Okay, okay," he murmured between kisses. "I won't let you suffer anymore." So Chanyeol withdrew his finger from Baekhyun's ass and positioned his own mostrous d*ck against the puckered asshole. He slipped into Baek's tight ass without much resistance— His baby isn't loose. He's just too relaxed and too familiar with the intrusion. At this point, Baekhyun had already memorized the feel of Chanyeol's c*ck inside him. They've fucked maybe a few hundred times already, considering his boyfriend's libido, and there's nothing about Chanyeol's d*ck that he doesn't know.

As soon as Chanyeol's buried to the hilt, they both let out a groan. It wasn't long since their last mindblowing sex but Baekhyun still had a hard time adjusting, moaning from both pain and pleasure, his nails wounding Chanyeol's back as he pulled him closer so they could kiss.

Kisses. Because Chanyeol's lips distract him from everything else.

Chanyeol hissed as Baekhyun's nail dug into his skin, frowning a little, tongue dancing with Baekhyun's in a mindless battle of a makeout. Byun Baekhyun feels so good on his hands, against his chest, on his lips, on basically everything on him. But it's the feel of Baekhyun's warm, wet, and tight c*nt around his enormous d*ck that basically made him lose his mind.

Self-control hanging by an imaginary thread. Alcohol intensely kicking in.

Park Chanyeol drove one huge thrust into Baekhyun's asshole.

"FUCK!" Baekhyun cried out. His lover just hit that spot right away. He broke away from the kiss because he thought he might just actually pass out. But Chanyeol did not stop. He fucked him, relentlessly, a solid black of eyes, filled with nothing but want, staring down at him. Chanyeol looks so lost into fucking him, throwing one hard thrust after the other in an increasing speed. Baekhyun whined because the pleasure is too much. The sex is too much. So he screamed Chanyeol's name, over and over, as he fucked his wits away.

His toes curl and the only thing he can do is pull Chanyeol closer to his body as he sobs. Not because of the pain, really, but because of how good everything feels. It's Chanyeol's birthday, isn't it? A quick thought crossed his mind. But why am I the one feeling this amazing?

The first orgasm hit him like an avalanche, and he reached it without much waiting. It was when Chanyeol grabbed his chest, pinned a nipple between his fingers and played with it while he ram his d*ck into his tight asshole. Warm, thick cum spurt out his c*ck, hitting his chest and stomach. Chanyeol smirked at the sight-- Baekhyun breathing out his name over and over, eyes squeezed shut, saliva dripping from the sides of his gaping lips. Without pulling out, Chanyeol manhandled Baekhyun by the waist, flipping him over onto his stomach. The taller did all the work-- Grabbing Baekhyun's hips and jutting out his firm, plump buttocks that Chanyeol definitely loves.

He started fucking him again, hands massaging the milky white cheeks, spanking them until they're pink enough for his liking. Baekhyun buried his face on the sheets, moaning so loud, mouthing the bed because he would have love a c*ck to shut him up right now. He just came a few seconds ago but Chanyeol doesn't look like he's about to give him any break. His boyfriend's a little rougher now than usual-- No, Baek corrected himself. He is being very rough. Intentionally.

Chanyeol squeezed one of his buttcheeks as he drove his c*ck deeper, over and over. He angles his hips to hit just the right places, the right bundle of nerves to send Baekhyun in a spiral mess of sex. Soon enough, Baekhyun's coming again. "Fuck, Park Chanyeol!" he shouts. "Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" And his lover thrust into him again repeatedly until he stopped, chest pressing against Baekhyun's back as Chanyeol let out a low groan. This time, Baekhyun felt the heat of his come fill his insides. He unloaded a whole lot into Baekhyun's ass, pulling out just enough to catch some dripping come with the tip of his c*ck, pushing them back again as if stuffing Baek with his semen would mark him more.

"Ah, fuck, babe," Chanyeol moaned, kissing Baekhyun's ear. "You're so fucking sexy."

"Oh god-- Fuck..." Baekhyun gasped when Chanyeol started moving his hips again. Chanyeol's c*ck is still quite hard inside him. "Babe, please..." the smaller whined. "My ass-- Ah fuck!" He felt Chanyeol's hand wrap around his own d*ck, stroking him slowly.

"One more, baby," the giant kissed his shoulder. "Just one more, hm?"

Baekhyun would have said something stern, if not for Chanyeol's lips claiming his again.

And so Chanyeol got that another round. And another. And another. He fucked Baekhyun on the bed, on the bathroom sink, on the dresser, muttering over and over how beautiful he is in his eyes and how everything about him is disarmingly breathtaking. Baekhyun is hunched over Chanyeol's dresser, the mirror in front of him displaying how his boyfriend fucks him from behind. How Chanyeol's blank eyes fixate on Baekhyun's face which is filled with nothing but pleasure, and towards his ass where his c*ck entered and left non-stop tonight.

Chanyeol bucked his hips and drove another deep thrust, making Baekhyun's knees give away, his arms clumsily shoving away the expensive perfume bottles on the dresser table until they fell to the carpeted floor. "Chanyeol--" he chokes on his own spit and that's when his boyfriend hugged him by the waist, carrying his whole weight with one arm as he fucked him thoroughly.

Yes. Thoroughly fucked.

Baekhyun came again in no time. Chanyeol followed soon enough.

Baekhyun's c*nt is dripping with semen. They dribbled down his legs and to the floor. And when Chanyeol finally let go of his waist, he basically crawled towards one corner, eyelids drooping in exhaustion as his body hit the carpet. "No more..." he panted. His throat is dry. His ass is hurting. Everything in him is too sore. He can't even move anymore.

But Chanyeol's c*ck is still rock hard. And he turned to Baekhyun, head tipping to one side as he stared at his boyfriend on the floor. "Why are you acting like we're finished?" he asked. "Hm, love?"

Baekhyun wanted to scream profanities when Chanyeol approached him. But the curses died in his throat when Park Chanyeol suddenly tripped on a fallen perfume bottle, head hitting the edge of a low table before he fell to the ground. Passed out.

"What the fuck-- Chanyeol!" Baekhyun ran to his lover's aid.

That night, Chanyeol got a cut on his forehead. It took four stitches to close the wound up. They spent one night at the hospital and Chanyeol wondered the next day why Baekhyun wouldn't talk to him. At all.

Well, fuck! Chanyeol screamed in his mind when Baekhyun suddenly punched him the very moment they stepped out of the hospital building. What the hell did I do now?!

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