⚠️⚠️ [Mature] ⚠️⚠️

April 19, 2018

Waking up next morning, Baekhyun felt like hell. He groaned and rolled over, and when he leg hit something soft yet solid, he knew the next faze of waking up hangover would be beginning shortly. And he pretended to be asleep because of it, not wanting the adding pain of a headache.

The silence didn't last too much longer before Kyungsoo was saying, "I know you're awake, Baekhyun. So when are you going to stop pretending and face what you did? I mean, are you trying to hurt us again? And why are you so suddenly doing this? What derailed your life so badly you are drinking again? And . . . Wait, is this-- is this about Chanyeol? Did he say something? Did he do anything? I swear, if he hurt you in any way I'll rip his d--"

"He didn't do anything," Baekhyun softly said, stopping Kyungsoo's threat.

"Then why are you behaving this way, Baekhyun? Please, tell me what's wrong?"

"H-he said he -- he might be falling in love with me!" Baekhyun cried, and then he burst into tears. "Kyungsoo, what am I going to do? He doesn't know! What if -- what if telling him . . . makes him hate me or . . . disgusted?" Baekhyun gasped. "It'll kill me if he turns away, I lov--"

Baekhyun's lips froze, and his eyes widened. He almost said it; he almost made it true.

"You -- you might L-word him?" Kyungsoo asked quietly.

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip, sucking on it nervously before he said, "Y-yes. I-I think I do. What should I do, Kyung?"

"Tell him," Kyungsoo said without hesitation.

"W-what?" Baekhyun stuttered.

"Tell him, Baekhyun. Tell him before it becomes too late."

⚠️⚠️ -- Mature -- ⚠️⚠️

Baekhyun quickly changed and brushed his teeth before hopping in his car, and thanking Kyungsoo before he drove off.

When Baekhyun walked into Chanyeol's company, he didn't bother with his flirty receptionist as he instead headed straight for the elevator, her voice calling after him.

"Mr. Byun, is that you? I'm sorry, but Mr. Park has a meeting in . . ." Her voice trailed off as the doors shut and took Baekhyun up to the top most level of the company.

The second receptionist was a little more difficult, for she was in command of opening the door that separated Baekhyun from Chanyeol.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Byun, but Mr. Park is in a meeting and can not be interrupted," she said.

Baekhyun waved her off and just insisted that she call him. After awhile, she finally relented and grumbled, "I swear, if he fires me for this . . . Oh, hello, Mr. Park." Pause. "Yes, I know, but there is a Mr. Byun here to see you and--" Another pause. "Really, you want me to send him in . . .? But your me-- Okay, sir, I'm sending him in now. Yes, you're welcome," she said before hanging up. She glanced up at Baekhyun curiously as she mused, "He's never allowed someone to interrupt his meetings before....?"

Baekhyun just pursed his lips, not wanting to say much -- or anything really. He just waited for the doors to open before slipping inside.

Chanyeol was just walking out of his conference room looking very -- annoyingly -- delicious in one of his black suits as he began to ask, "Baekhyun, what are you doing here? I just allowed you to interrupt a very important meeting and--" Chanyeol's words were broken by Baekhyun's lips meeting his in a furious kiss -- a decision he hadn't fully decided on making until that split second.

When their kiss broke, Chanyeol gently grabbed Baekhyun's shoulder's and pushed him back as he breathed, "What was that?"

Sudden nervousness filled Baekhyun as he dropped his forehead against Chanyeol's chest and whispered, "What do you want it to be? And I heard you that night, your confession. Did you mean it? Do you really love me?"

Chanyeol's breathing hitched and he tenderly touched one of Baekhyun's cheeks, caressing the soft skin with his thumb before he murmured, "Yes, I believe I do. Baekhyun, when I met you, I wasn't looking for anything or anyone, and then you just appeared . . . You changed things, you gave my lonely life happiness and comfort. You gave me something to feel again."

A small smile ghosted past Baekhyun's lips, and he held Chanyeol closer as he quietly replied, "I'm glad." Baekhyun glanced up into Chanyeol's face, his eyes searching, and when he found it, his smile turned softer and he whispered, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

Chanyeol smiled softly too and pressed a delicate kiss to Baekhyun's forehead before whispering, "Yes, you're welcome anytime. Now I have to get back to my meeting. Wait for me here? I just have to sign some papers and then I'm all yours."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise, baby, just wait in here until I'm done," Chanyeol said, kissing Baekhyun's forehead.

Baekhyun relented with a pout and kissed Chanyeol once more before he returned to his meeting. Baekhyun turned around to face Chanyeol's office and his amazing view, and undoing his tie and jacket -- since he had to go to work after this -- he collapsed onto Chanyeol's chair; eyes closing as he inhaled his delicious scent.

Sitting there surrounded by the yummy smell of Chanyeol, Baekhyun couldn't help his soft moan as he felt himself hardening. He moaned again and leaned forward, dropping his forehead against the table top as he squirmed around uncomfortably.

"Stupid meeting," Baekhyun grumbled as he sat back up. His brow furrowed and he bit his bottom lip, sucking it as he contemplated his situation. He could either wait for Chanyeol to help him, or he could do it himself. He was leaning more towards the latter since he was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Finally deciding, Baekhyun reached for his necktie he had discarded on Chanyeol's desk and balled it up before placing it into his mouth. No way in hell was he going to let anyone but Chanyeol ever hear him moan so scandalously.

Then he unzipped his pants and pulled them off, not wanting to ruin them, before he shimmied his boxers down to his mid thigh, releasing his erection that had been caused by the mere smell of his hopefully soon-to-be lover. Baekhyun moaned again when he touched himself, imaging it was Chanyeol's hand wrapped around his dick as he began to stroke himself. It sucked that he had to do this without lotion or anything, but when he started to drip pre-come from his slit, he used that as his lubrication and it made everything slightly better.

He began to jerk himself off faster, muffled pants and moans escaping his mouth as he continued with his fantasy of Chanyeol. He was really close when suddenly he heard the conference room door click open.

He gasped and quickly spat his tie out before kicking his pants under the table and scooting closer beneath the table to hide his lower region. When Chanyeol appeared he glanced at Baekhyun, who was more than likely flushed, and gave him an odd look before mouthing, "What have you been doing?" And Baekhyun had to resist the urge to mouth back, "Myself."

After Chanyeol had shown everyone out with his charming smile and promises of an amazing partnership, he at last was able to close the door behind them all as he turned to face Baekhyun. He leaned with his back against the door for a moment before demanding, "Byun Baekhyun, what were you doing while I was in my meeting. I could hear you moaning."

Baekhyun cringed and muttered, "Fuck" as Chanyeol approached him, eyebrow raised in question. But when he finally made it around his desk, his steps faltered and he face blanched of color before he hoarsely said, "Fuck. Baekhyun, what are you doing to me?"

Baekhyun's eyes fluttered at Chanyeol's husky voice, and his erection twitched between his legs as he whined, "Channie, it was you who did this to me."

"Fuck, Baek, don't say that," Chanyeol rasped.

Baekhyun whimpered and squirmed in his chair, looking back up at Chanyeol with a hooded gaze as he cried, "Channie, I can't do it myself. Can you help me?"

"Fuck," Chanyeol muttered as he quickly and clumsy reached out for his phone.

"Yes. Dara, I need you to hold all my meetings. Yes, all of them. Thank you," Chanyeol rushed to say before hanging his phone back up. Then he adverted his gaze to his little vixen, who sat beautiful before him just begging to be touched.

Chanyeol exhaled a ragged breath and moved closer to Baekhyun. He wanted him so badly, but he also wanted to do their first time together correctly -- he didn't want it to be clumsy and rushed office sex. He would want the chance to savor his vixen in every way.

With slow, almost lethargic movements, Chanyeol moved to stand behind Baekhyun, leaning over his chair as he murmured into his ear, "Why do you insist on tempting me so much?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes in response and said, "What are you talking about, you instigated things last night."

"Yeah, and the time before was you, along with right now," Chanyeol said as he brushed his lips across Baekhyun's cheek.

Baekhyun huffed and turned to look at Chanyeol, demanding, "Okay, let's just forget about that right now, we have more pressing issues, like when the hell are you going to help me!" Baekhyun hissed.

Chanyeol stepped back and grabbed the edges of his chair, then suddenly, he spun Baekhyun around until he was facing him. "We can't have sex. Not like this. Not here. I want you properly when we do that," Chanyeol said, like he was setting ground rules.

Baekhyun just nodded, not really caring at the moment as he just reached out for Chanyeol's shirt collar and tugged him down for a heated kiss.

Chanyeol groaned into it and wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's waist, picking him up and turning around so he would be the one sitting in the chair with Baekhyun straddled over his lap. Chanyeol moaned at the adjustments and tightly gripped Baekhyun's hips. He leaned forward and started to mark Baekhyun's perfect neck, loving the sounds he was making.

Baekhyun moaned again and in slow, circular movements, he rolled his hips against Chanyeol's. Chanyeol groaned and felt himself tightening in his dress pants. He bit his lip and let out a panted breath, moaning, "Baekhyun. Mhm, Baekhyun, I-I...." Chanyeol trailed off, but Baekhyun seemed to know what he needed when he angled his body back a bit to work on unzipping Chanyeol's pants. Then he shoved down Chanyeol's boxers, allowing his erection to spring forward.

Baekhyun moaned at the sight and reached out, brushed his hand against Chanyeol's rock hard appendage. Chanyeol groaned and shifted Baekhyun so he could reach out for his top drawer where he produced a tube of lotion. Baekhyun giggled at the sight of the bottle before eagerly taking it off Chanyeol's hands. He squirted a generous amount onto his hand before rubbing it up and down both himself and Chanyeol, and once he had done that, Baekhyun leaned closer, angling his body just right with Chanyeol's before he reached down and took both of their erections into his hand.

They moaned lewdly at the friction, and Chanyeol dropped his forehead into the crook of Baekhyun's neck, softly biting down onto his addictive skin to more or less contain his next heavy groan.

Baekhyun worked quickly with his task of bringing them both to their peck, and soon enough, both of them were coming with heavy panted breaths.

Baekhyun released with a cry into his hand as he collapsed forward onto Chanyeol. Chanyeol sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's waist, the pressure of his arms a heavenly weight that Baekhyun knew he would never want to give up. With a soft sigh, Baekhyun finally allowed himself to whisper the words he could no longer contain inside his heart.

"I love you, Park Chanyeol."

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