⚠️⚠️ [Mature] ⚠️⚠️
Language and Situation

April 16, 2018

"What is this?" Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol chuckled and teasingly tousled Baekhyun's hair as he asked, "What? Have you never seen a convenience store before, Mr. Byun?"

Chanyeol laughed again and Baekhyun glared before retorting, "Of course, I know what a convenience store is dipshit." Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "What I meant was, why are we here?"

Chanyeol just tugged on Baekhyun's sleeve, pulling him along while he replied, "Because Mr. Byun, I'm sharing my past with you."

"And it starts at a convenience store?" Baekhyun asked doubtfully.

"No, my life began to change at this convenience store. Now Mr. Byun, would you like to hear a story?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and pulled his arm away, crossing them as he replied, "As long as it doesn't bore me to death."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes too and patted Baekhyun's cheek as he said, "Wait here," before quickly retracting his hand - so not to get bitten - and running inside the store.

Baekhyun yelled after him, "I'm not a fucking dog, Park! Or should I say, Bark!" And then Baekhyun stuck his tongue out and huffed before turning around to sit on the sidewalk edge.

Chanyeol was back a moment later, holding his hand behind his back. Baekhyun rolled his eyes and snapped, "Park Chanyeol, stop being a child!"

Chanyeol just grinned and quickly sat down beside Baekhyun as he produced two suckers from behind his back.

"Strawberry or green apple flavor?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun scoffed but still reached out to grab the strawberry one as he asked, "And what does flavored balls on the end of a stick have to do with this story?"

Chanyeol chuckled and tore off his wrapper as he replied, "Nothing really, just another memory. But sitting here, ten or so years ago, I over heard something about a vacation home that was going to be empty for a week - turned out it was only for a day though. Anyway, the home I broke into with....Sehun, just so happened to be the Park's vacation home."

Baekhyun's sucker was halfway frozen to his mouth as he stared at Chanyeol, his eyes full of questions and his tongue too slow to annunciate them all. And before he could fire them off all at once, Chanyeol placed a hand over his mouth and said, "Hold all your questions until I'm done. Alright, Sehun and I had first met in an orphanage around the ages thirteen and fourteen. We had decided to runaway one night with not much thought on where or what we would do, only knowing we couldn't stand another minute watching all the other, much younger children, get adopted."

"So one afternoon much hotter than this, we heard that there was an empty house not too far from here and we decided to stay there for awhile. But the day right after, the owners, being the Park's, had unexpectedly come back. Sehun had been out doing whatever when they come home, so it was only me there."

"When I was trying to sneak out, I had run into and unknowingly punched my foster father in the face, bruising his left cheek for almost a week. And while I had been in the jail cell, Mr. Park made an offer."

"He felt sorry for me, and had told me, although I was already fourteen at the time, that his wife and him had been thinking about adoption. I stayed with them for a month - they even happily let Sehun bunk with me - until once they had gotten to know me, they asked if I would like to join their family. And you obviously know how that turned out. Sehun didn't stay with us for too long though, and back when we had been in the orphanage, Sehun would always get yelled at, and every sentence spoken to him started like this, 'Oh, Sehun . . .' He had thought it was hilarious and legalized his name to 'Oh Sehun.' When he moved out though, my parents helped him establish himself and with their help and his amazing talent, he was able to become who his is today."

Baekhyun hadn't said much throughout Chanyeol's story, not wanting to interrupt him, but now he did as he asked, "What about Jongin? When did your parents adopt him?"

"They adopted Jongin when he was thirteen, a year after me. He was another troubled teen who had just lost his family to a car accident," Chanyeol said.

"Wow," Baekhyun mumbled. He didn't know what else to say. "Your parents sound like amazing people."

Chanyeol smiled softly at that and nodded. "They are," he said. "And in the first few years of them adopting me, I was slightly rebellious, which now that I think back on it, was completely ridiculous." Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "Luckily though, my father wasn't too big in the music industry until I was graduating from high school, giving me plenty of time to grow up and figure out my shit."

Baekhyun smiled and quietly muttered, "Thank you."

"For what?" Chanyeol asked curiously.

"For letting me know just one more of the many pieces that makes, Park Chanyeol."

Chanyeol smiled softly and with his thumb and forefinger, he gently grabbed Baekhyun's chin to turn his face towards him as he softly replied, "Byun Baekhyun, I want you to know every piece."

Baekhyun's breathing hitched, and not thinking much about what he was about to do, he threw his arms around Chanyeol's neck and crushed their lips together in a furiously heated kiss.

⚠️⚠️ - Mature - ⚠️⚠️

Skin met skin that sparked a burning want, and fumbling in the dark, Chanyeol pulled at Baekhyun's shirt and gasped, "Do you want this?"

"Shit, Chanyeol, I've never wanted something so bad!" Baekhyun practically whined.

Chanyeol chuckled and stooped down to kiss the hollow below Baekhyun's ear, causing a breathy sigh to escape his lips as he tightened his hands around Chanyeol's shirt collar and whispered, "Where's a bedroom? Or even a couch is fine with me."

Chanyeol suppressed another laugh and teasingly said, "Gosh, someone sure is eager to get fucked."

Baekhyun's lips stilled against Chanyeol's throat as he muttered, "Jesus, Chanyeol, that's a nice way of making me feel like a cheap prom date." Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

Chanyeol did too and retorted, "Gosh, baby. Sorry, but it may take me a while to change my ways. Was that better?"

Smack!

"Ow! Damn it! Sorry, I take it back," Chanyeol cried.

"Just find the fucking couch, Chanyeol," Baekhyun retorted irritably.

There was more fumbling, and the distant sound of something breaking in the dark, the sound echoing even more.

"Shit, I hope that wasn't my mother's favorite vase," Chanyeol mumbled distractedly while Baekhyun worked on taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants.

"Fuck your mother's vase," Baekhyun mumbled as he tore off Chanyeol's shirt.

"I don't think she'd appreciate that very much, Baek," Chanyeol muttered.

Another sharp smack.

"Ow! God damn, you're abusive," Chanyeol cried.

"And your fucking stupid! Now shut up, Chanyeol, and take off your damn pants!"

"And demanding . . ."

"Don't make me hit you again."

"It's okay, baby, I like it rough."

Smack, smack!

"Yes, baby!"

SMACK!

"Jesus, Chanyeol! Shut the hell up!" Baekhyun hissed.

"Fine, fine . . ." Chanyeol mumbled as he lowered himself onto the couch, his lips meeting Baekhyun's in a kiss.

From the moonlight streaming in through one of windows, Baekhyun's achingly beautiful and flawless skin glowed, practically begging to be touched. Chanyeol swept his fingertips across his smooth skin, making Baekhyun shiver in pleasure and arch his back with a wanting need.

"Has anyone ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are?" Chanyeol whispered as he adoringly caressed Baekhyun's cheek before gently pressing their lips together.

Baekhyun sighed and wrapped a bare leg around Chanyeol's hip as he breathing, "Never, but it doesn't matter now. You're making me feel beautiful."

"You're so achingly beautiful," Chanyeol whispered again before trailing featherlight kisses across Baekhyun's jaw and neck.

Baekhyun hummed again and arched his back at Chanyeol's trailing touch.

"Please, Chanyeol," Baekhyun whined. "Are you always so teasing with everyone else?"

Chanyeol's hand stilled against Baekhyun's waist, and leaning forward, he pressed their foreheads together as he replied, "I'm only going slow because I want to be able to remember your perfect body when you hide it beneath all those clothes. And to answer your question about the others, I never take my time with them because I never want to remember them this way like I do with you. My perfect little baby Byun," Chanyeol muttered with a slight smirk. "Hmm, will you give me a name, baby?"

Baekhyun resisted his urge to laugh and just rolled his eyes before saying, "No thanks, I'll just stick with Mr. Park."

"Fine, but don't ever call me that in bed."

"Duly noted," Baekhyun murmured.

"Mhm, okay baby, I don't have anything - obviously - so I'll start out slow. And tell me if I'm hurting you . . .?"

Baekhyun nodded and bit his lip against the sure-to-be-painful-at-first but amazing sex he was about to receive. The anticipation coiled in his stomach, along with that all too familiar feeling deep in his gut as his erection curled to his stomach.

Chanyeol was panting he wanted Baekhyun so badly, but he was forcing himself to take this slowly because he couldn't bare it if he accidentally hurt him. And also, he wanted to savor the sight of this beautiful, rarely vulnerable man beneath him.

Chanyeol began by slowly kissing down Baekhyun's neck, leaving a hot trail of intense arousal and reddish-purple bud-like bruises across his cream colored skin. He had Baekhyun softly moaning and arching his back by the time his lips were roaming along his chest and abdomen.

He was too sinful. Very sound, very touch should be illegalized, but without it, Chanyeol feared he would die.

Chanyeol hadn't even touch Baekhyun in the most sensitive and pleasuring place yet, so he was almost giddy with curiosity when he ran his hands along the underside of his thighs up to his ass. Brushing his fingers over his crack to teasingly ran a finger around his tightly puckered rim, before, just as teasingly, sliding one finger inside. Baekhyun's moans became breathy in response and he cried out before grounding his hips down onto Chanyeol's finger, burying him inside himself. Chanyeol and Baekhyun both moaned lewdly in response.

"Holy fuck!" Chanyeol breathlessly cried. "Why do you have to feel so good?"

"Aahhh!" Baekhyun moaned. "Mhm, and you haven't really even . . . Nnnugh! Done anything," he gasped.

"Nahh, please," Chanyeol pulled his finger out and cupped one of Baekhyun's cheeks, furiously kissing him.

Baekhyun moaned and sighed, "Yes, yes, please. I want you. I want you, Chanyeol." He moaned again and arched his hips up.

Chanyeol groaned and pressed his erection against Baekhyun's thigh as he grabbed one of his legs and hiked it over his shoulder for a better angle. He pressed his thumb over Baekhyun's bottom lip, and when they parted, he slide three fingers inside his mouth with the instructions to suck. Chanyeol moaned at the magic of Baekhyun's tongue coating his fingers with his salvia, expertly sucking them until they came back perfectly lubricated.

Chanyeol groaned again and pressed his forehead to Baekhyun's once again as he breathed, "So you're still set on the no name thing?" Baekhyun just groaned in response, and Chanyeol muttered, "Alright, here I come then . . ."

He slide one finger inside Baekhyun's hole, circling around the ring of muscle before pushing in even further and kissing the side of his mouth as he added another finger. Baekhyun moaned and squeezed his eyes tightly shut against the pain, gasping as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Then he told Chanyeol to move, and complying, he slowly started to move his fingers in and out, and added another finger as he stretched and pounded much quicker into Baekhyun's hole.

When he hit Baekhyun's prostate, it came with the best reaction. Baekhyun moaned and panted, gasping out Chanyeol's name as he cried for him to go faster. As Baekhyun felt that tightening feeling deep in his gut, he cried out again and with Chanyeol's next finger thrust, he came onto his stomach and Chanyeol's chest.

Chanyeol groaned and came against Baekhyun's thigh, the very sight and every little sound from this beautiful man completely undoing him.

Chanyeol gasped and pressed a chaste kiss to Baekhyun's cheek as Baekhyun's eyes fluttered shut. Chanyeol chuckled and pecked the corner of his mouth, huskily asking, "Did I wear you out already, baby?"

Baekhyun weakly laughed and fluttered his eyes back open as he replied, "Park Chanyeol, did I say you could stop," just as the lights flipped on and someone gasped.

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