⚠️ [Mature] ⚠️

"Stop fusing, Baek, you look perfect," Chanyeol muttered as he went around his small kitchen table, preparing it for the dinner he had planned for his sister and boyfriend.

Baekhyun pouted but kept tugging on his sweatshirt as he muttered, "What if your sister guesses that I'm pregnant? What if I suddenly throw up during dinner? What if—-"

Chanyeol silenced Baekhyun's worrying with a kiss, and when he broke the kiss, he whispered against Baekhyun's mouth, "Baekhyun, we didn't even notice, so how would my sister possibly notice? You're just nervous, but it'll be ok—-"

"What if she hates me?" Baekhyun whispered, cutting Chanyeol off.

Chanyeol sighed and gently stroked Baekhyun's cheek as he whispered, "My sister won't hate you, Baekhyun."

"How can you be so sure?" Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol shrugged. "I don't know, I just am."

Baekhyun cringed and started to pull away as he gasped, "Oh my god! Oh my god, she's going to hate me. She's going to—-"

"Baekhyun, stop!" Chanyeol firmly said as he clasped Baekhyun's face between his hands. He leaned his forehead against Baekhyun's as he whispered, "Yoora will love you after she mets you, just like I—-" Chanyeol immediately cut his sentence short and mumbled, "Stop worrying," before he walked out of the kitchen.

Baekhyun gaped after him and quickly followed as he asked, "Chanyeol, were you going to say—-we're you going to say that you....love me?" Baekhyun softly whispered.

Chanyeol blushed and avoided Baekhyun's gaze as he sat down on the couch and too quickly replied, "No, I wasn't going to say that."

Baekhyun pursed his lips against his face-splitting smile as he crawled onto Chanyeol's lap and clasped his cheeks between his hands, forcing him to meet his gaze. Chanyeol bit his bottom lip, and tried to resist, but fighting the inevitable was futile. He sighed before meeting Baekhyun's gaze as he whispered, "I was waiting until Valentine's to tell you."

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip, but his smile broke loose as he softly whispered, "That's okay, you can just buy me chocolate and roses, instead." Baekhyun smiled as he leaned in and delicately kissed Chanyeol before softly whispering, "I love you too."

Chanyeol smiled as he kissed Baekhyun back, his hands falling down to his waist to gently grip his hips as his tongue exploded his mouth. Baekhyun kissed him back just as fervently, his hands roaming up into his hair as he pulled him closer into their kiss, happily submitting to Chanyeol as he ran his tongue along Baekhyun's bottom lip before invading his warm mouth. As they continued to kiss, things began to intensify and Baekhyun found himself slipping his hands into Chanyeol's shirt to roam across his addictively smooth warm skin, while also shamelessly grinding against his clothed crotch.

Chanyeol groaned, and then suddenly acting with an almost animalistic urge, he grabbed Baekhyun's waist and spun him onto his back until he was laying on the couch and Chanyeol was hovering above him. His lips roamed from Baekhyun's mouth down to his neck and collar bones, while his hands danced around his shirt and shoved it upwards to roam across his warm skin. Baekhyun softly moaned and arched his back, while Chanyeol dipped his head down to Baekhyun's neck.

He inhaled deeply before huskily gasping, "Baek, I want you so bad right now."

Baekhyun moaned again and breathed, "I want you...." And then he was gently shoving Chanyeol off him so he could climb to his feet, and then he held out his hand as he breathlessly gasped, "Let's have sex before your sister gets here." Baekhyun said as he pulled Chanyeol to his feet and lead him down the hallway.

Baekhyun's hand had just closed around Chanyeol's door knob when he softly whispered, "On second thought . . ." And then he spun around and pulled Chanyeol back the way they came, and lead him into the kitchen as he said, "I want to do it over the kitchen table."

Chanyeol nearly choked and gasped, "Wh–what!? I'm not—- I can't—- Baekhyun!"

"Please, Chanyeol!" Baekhyun said as he tugged on his hand. "I've never done it in a kitchen before...."

"Probably because that's where food is eaten!" Chanyeol cried in exasperation.

Baekhyun pouted and began to pull on Chanyeol's shirt as he cried, "Please, Chanyeol, indugle your pregnant and horny boyfriend?"

Chanyeol laughed humorlessly before saying, "You're horrible, Byun Baekhyun." Baekhyun just grinned in response as Chanyeol huffed before saying, "I just set the table, we can't do it there."

"I don't actually have to be on the table . . ." Baekhyun replied slyly.

Chanyeol chuckled knowingly before muttering, "You are so corrupting me . . ." And then he pulled his shirt off before sliding his hands along Baekhyun's waist, and slowly pulling his shirt off before bending down to unzip his pants. Baekhyun's breathing hitched when Chanyeol slowly pulled both his jeans and boxers off, as a mixture of the cool room and Chanyeol's warm breath enveloped the limp muscle between his thighs.

It began to stir at the sexually anticipation of Chanyeol's warm mouth wrapped around him, and when it happened, Baekhyun moaned and his knees turned weak. He fell back against the table, making the glass shake as he breathlessly moaned, "Chanyeol, mmm, please....don't stop."

Chanyeol's hands firmly kept ahold of the back of Baekhyun's thighs, touching the space just below his butt as his tongue sensual swirled and his cheeks constricted, applying more pressure to spur on Baekhyun's nearing orgasm. With the gently grazing of his teeth and one last expert-like dance of his tongue, Chanyeol brought Baekhyun to orgasm. He came with a heavily drawn out moan into Chanyeol's mouth, who swallowed every last bit before slowly turning Baekhyun around.

Baekhyun's body was already weak, so when he felt Chanyeol's tongue dip in-between his ass cheeks, he groaned and nearly collapsed onto the floor. But Chanyeol's strong arms as he stood up, wrapped around Baekhyun's waist and kept him on his feet.

"Relax for me," Chanyeol whispered near Baekhyun's ear before he kissed his shoulder.

"If I relax anymore I'll be a puddle," Baekhyun softly replied.

Chanyeol huskily chuckled as he removed his jeans, he continued to kiss along Baekhyun's shoulders and along the back of his neck, as his hand ghosted down his back to rest just above his ass. Baekhyun's breathing had become labored, and his arms quivered beneath him as they pressed into the table top, and then Chanyeol's finger was sliding it's way through the tight rings of muscles in Baekhyun's ass.

He groaned and softly whimpered as Chanyeol whispered near his ear, "Relax for me, Baekkie."

Baekhyun whimpered and inhaled a shaky breath, and cringed against the pain as Chanyeol added two more fingers. He pushed and stretched his fingers as far and as deeply as he could before replacing them with his pulsing cock, while kissing and whispering sweet nothings into Baekhyun's ear to distract him from the intense pain. Chanyeol moved inside him slowly as Baekhyun continued to keep his weak hold of the table, but when Chanyeol wound a hand around to grip Baekhyun's cock, he lost it. He cried out as his hands gave out beneath him, and his elbows smacked down against the table.

Baekhyun cringed and whimpered, "Chanyeol, plea–-please, I —- I can't . . . Please!"

Chanyeol wound his arm around Baekhyun's waist to support him as he replied, "I know, Baek, I'm almost done." Chanyeol kissed his shoulder as Baekhyun whimpered, and then his felt the familiar tugging in his gut before he released against himself and the clean floor. He moaned and felt himself grow weaker as Chanyeol thrusted once more before releasing his heavy load deep inside Baekhyun's ass.

Chanyeol kissed his bare shoulder once again before slowly pulling out, when Baekhyun felt the loss his feet began to collapse out from beneath him, but Chanyeol caught his waist before he could. Chanyeol turned him around, keeping a firm hand around Baekhyun's waist as his other hand reached out to brush the sweaty strands of hair back from Baekhyun's face.

He kissed the corner of Baekhyun's mouth before softly whispering, "You're amazing, Byun Baekhyun, I love you."

Baekhyun smiled weakly as he leaned his head against Chanyeol's shoulder and whispered, "I love you too, Park Chanyeol . . ." Baekhyun trailed off with a sigh before sleepily mumbling, "Can I take a nap now?"

Chanyeol chuckled as he picked Baekhyun up, who wound his arms and legs around Chanyeol's body as he carried him through the apartment to his room. Chanyeol laid Baekhyun down onto the bed before retrieving one of his sweatshirts. He pulled it over Baekhyun's head, and before he brought it down pass Baekhyun's waist, Chanyeol gingerly stroked the little bump before leaning down to kiss it as he whispered, "I love you too, little bean." Then he pulled the sweatshirt down before pulling the blanket over Baekhyun's body, and kissing his forehead before he quietly left the room.

He cleaned himself off and retrieved his clothing from the kitchen before getting dressed, and then he cleaned up the floor and straightened the knocked around glass ware. And after all of that, he still had half an hour before his sister was supposed to arrive, which would be plenty of time for dinner to finish cooking and for Baekhyun to rebuild his strength. Chanyeol sighed as he collapsed onto his couch, and after only seconds of his head touching the soft pillows, he was fast asleep as well.

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