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part two hundred and sixteen
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Re: team kai --> [c] luyeol pwp
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 05:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: team kai --> [c] luyeol pwp
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 05:21 am (UTC)(link)"Hey man, what's up?" Chanyeol plopped heavily down on the couch next to Lu Han who barely looked up from his phone. He was wearing a sweater with the hood pulled up so it was only when Chanyeol leaned closer with a curious "what are you reading?" that he noticed Lu Han was seething.
In a high-pitched, singsong voice, Lu Han recited, "and then he hugged his little deer softly, heart humming tenderly as he watched the adorable blush spread on his cheeks, dark lashes lowered shyly. He trailed a fingertip along his cute button nose and whispered 'don't worry, love, I'll be gentle' before pressing his lips~"
He dropped the act, shut off his phone and threw it on the coffee table, clearly angered.
"Those little..." Lu Han growled. He rubbed a hand over his face and turned to Chanyeol. "It's... I don't know why it makes me so angry but Sehun and Zitao are reading fanfiction again and," he rolled his eyes, "they think it's very funny to spam me with them."
"Uh," Chanyeol made. Sometimes the two maknaes ran around and quoted embarrassing lines in their bandmates' faces before falling all over each other, dissolving into laughter. They annoyed everyone with it but most Exo members had learned to ignore it. "Did they find something really weird, or what? Like, you're not... literally a deer in that fic, right?"
Lu Han groaned. "No, thank god! It's just, they always send me those fics in which I'm a cute, little bottom."
Instead of bursting into laughter as Lu Han had expected, Chanyeol shifted around on the couch. "Uhm. And...?"
"And I'm not! I prefer to, you know..." Lu Han lifted his hips off the couch and thrusted upward in a universally understood move.
"I wouldn't mind being in your place!" Chanyeol spilled without thinking, grinning carelessly. "Okay, that fic was bad but..." and he rambled on about how he had enough of the two maknaes quoting passages at him in which he took Baekhyun against every imaginable surface. He was talking so animatedly that he didn't notice Lu Han zeroing in on him with contemplating, narrowed eyes.
"You want to bottom?" Lu Han wanted to clarify and Chanyeol stopped in his tracks. "Uh... yeah?" Chanyeol's grin was bashful now but still as wide as usual and he rubbed the back of his head, not quite following Lu Han.
"You want to bottom," Lu Han repeated, pointing to Chanyeol, then to himself. "I want to top."
And this time, Chanyeol got it, visibly, as his eyes widened in realization and the hand scratching the back of his head stilled.
"We could work something out?" Lu Han proposed because even if he saw the interest in Chanyeol's eyes, he didn't like guessing when it came to these things. He wanted to hear a clear yes or no. "I mean, if you're okay with me because according to some people, I don't seem like top material," he grumbled with a little flare of his previous anger.
"No! I don't mind smaller tops. Not that you're small! Uh. I mean. One time, Sehun read me a fic in which I was with Kyungsoo and he... I couldn't look at him without blushing for days." Chanyeol chuckled awkwardly. "What I'm saying is, it doesn't have to be someone like Yifan to, y'know." He groaned at himself. "Hyung, let's just."
Lu Han looked amused as he sat up on his knees and put his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders. Holding his gaze, he pushed him back with unrelenting pressure. The smile on Lu Han's face as he towered over Chanyeol and raked a hand down his chest was deceptively sweet. "So, tell me..." he started and played teasingly with Chanyeol's belt loops. "What do you like?" He unbuckled the belt and slid it out of its loops slowly, dropping it on the floor before he went back to the jeans button and popped it open. "How do you want it?"
Chanyeol's wide eyes followed the movement of his fingers.
"Dirty," he groaned out. "Talk dirty to me. And f- ahh... fuck me hard!" He bucked up involuntarily when Lu Han squeezed him through his pants. Lu Han, pleased with his responsiveness, leaned down over him to kiss him thoroughly.
"Hmm," he murmured against Chanyeol's slick lips. "I don't know how to dirty-talk in Korean, though. Tell me what you want me to say to you." When he sat back up and gazed down at Chanyeol with a little, expectant smile, Chanyeol couldn't tell if he really didn't know any dirty Korean or if it was part of the game he was playing that he wanted to hear Chanyeol say them.
Either way, Lu Han's teasing expression made him wish he were prepped and naked so he could just roll over already and present his ass to Lu Han. But he wanted to have to beg. He squirmed on the couch and tried to concentrate on the answer and not on his frantic urge to be fucked.
"Call me your bitch." As soon as the words rushed out, his cheeks blushed a deep crimson but he barrelled on. "Make me be really good for you. Tell me you're going to fuck me so hard that I'll beg you to stop. Tell me you're going to take me face down on the couch like a bitch."
"Hmm," Lu Han hummed and scratched a nail over Chanyeol's zipper. While he spoke, his fingers travelled along the seam between the legs of his pants. "You like that word, don't you?" Chanyeol's thighs quivered as he tried to keep his hips still when the delicate touch travelled over his erection and further down, teasing over his clothed asshole. "Bitch." Chanyeol threw his head back, unable to keep his hips from bucking down to grind against Lu Han's finger. He wanted something in him so bad. Lu Han gave him a smile. Chanyeol tried to grin back, already a little frazzled around the edges.
"Were you ready for me to fuck you here on the couch? Where anyone could walk in and see how you beg for me, how you spread your legs for me? You want to show everyone that Park Chanyeol is my bitch?" Chanyeol let out a deep moan and nodded quickly.
"Wow, your voice..." Lu Han was in honest awe as he shuddered through a spike of arousal which came unexpected because he heard Chanyeol's voice day in, day out. Except now, his rich, deep timbre was dripping with need. Lu Han leaned down to kiss him again. "I want you to moan my name later," he spoke lowly in Chanyeol's ear. "I want you to beg for my dick. But let's continue this in a bedroom. I didn't really... I'm not into public sex. Besides, we need some stuff anyway."
"My bed?" Chanyeol offered readily. They made it down the hall and locked the bedroom door behind them. Chanyeol told Lu Han where to find condoms and lube, meanwhile stripping down and splaying himself on the bed, his long legs bent comfortably at the knees, hands jerking his cock at a leisurely pace until he noticed Lu Han stepping next to the bed, already naked and hard, too. They just let their eyes appreciate each other's bodies for a moment until they said at the same time. "You're beautiful." They laughed, and Lu Han slapped Chanyeol's knee playfully. "I'm handsome!"
He tickled the back of Chanyeol's thigh, slid his hand down at an agonizingly slow pace until it was hooked in the hollow of Chanyeol's knee. Then he pushed his leg up towards his chest, but even when Chanyeol was so exposed, Lu Han kept his gaze locked with Chanyeol's eyes. He knew Chanyeol could get impatient, so he dragged it out on purpose, wanting to see Chanyeol fall apart beneath him in need. Chanyeol's eyebrows knitted and he was already breathing heavily. It didn't take long for him to beg, "Lu Han, please."
He dribbled lube over Chanyeol's cock then, making him jerk at the cold, and poured a generous line over his sac all the way to his hole. Glad that they weren't doing this on his bed, he added a little extra, because he liked it dripping and filthy, the wet slapping of slick skin and the squelching when he entered a more than well lubed hole. Anticipating, he spread the lube around messily, running circles around Chanyeol's sphincter but never pushing in, winding him up with teasing touches until Chanyeol grinded his hips down rythmically. "Please."
Lu Han hooked Chanyeol's leg he'd been holding over his shoulder and with his elbow propped up next to Chanyeol's head, but most of his weight trapping Chanyeol's leg between them, he leaned down until the hot air they panted out mingled between them. "Can you take two?" Lu Han whispered against Chanyeol's lips and massaged his entrance with two slick fingers. He only waited for Chanyeol's nod before he breached the ring of muscles and pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go. Chanyeol's body twisted instinctively to get away from the sudden intrusion but Lu Han followed and held Chanyeol in place, fingers wedged in his ass. Only Chanyeol's leg slipped off Lu Han's shoulder and then he lay still, eyes glazed over, lips parted for heavy breaths. Lu Han could feel him clenching around his fingers deliciously. He's so perfect, Lu Han thought and licked over Chanyeol's lips, letting him know he was going to kiss him with tongue.
Chanyeol opened readily for him, moaning at the back of his throat when Lu Han licked deep into his mouth. He pulled back to leave Chanyeol panting between reddened lips, spit smeared around his chin, and he could tell Chanyeol liked it from the way his insides clenched around Lu Han's fingers when Chanyeol swiped his thumb through the sloppy mess.
He pulled his fingers out and, after putting on a condom and lubing himself up, spread Chanyeol's legs wide, positioning himself at his entrance. "Beg for me," he demanded and rubbed his tip along Chanyeol's crack teasingly. His skin was slick and glistening from the amount of lube Lu Han had coated him with earlier and it felt so good he could come from the wet friction alone. But he was here to fuck into him, so that was what he did, pushing in inch after inch until Chanyeol let out another of his deep, deep moans.
"Beg," Lu Han growled when he was all the way inside and stilled. Chanyeol's head was thrashing in the pillow, panting and moaning, and his hands flew around in search for something to grab on to until he got a hold of the back of his thighs and spread his legs open for Lu Han. "Please!" he managed between gulps of air, insides clenching hard around Lu Han.
Lu Han smiled at him, placed a hand on his lower abdomen and pulled out completely, ignoring Chanyeol's broken sob and his own throbbing erection because, damn, Chanyeol had felt so good around him. But he wanted to see Chanyeol just a bit more wrecked and desperate. "Is that all you got?"
"No. No! Please, I'll be good. I need you, oh god, I need you so much, hyung, please. Please."
Lu Han watched Chanyeol for a moment, the way he squirmed and begged, face scrunched up, cock leaking precum on his stomach and his lubed hole twitching. Lu Han touched him boldly, the heel of his hand massaging his balls as his fingertips slid over his entrance. Everything was slick and hot and he loved the way Chanyeol's hips rocked down in search for more, more. God, he wanted to slide back into that eager hole.
"Hands and knees," Lu Han panted. Chanyeol scrambled up to roll onto his stomach, pushing his ass up first to show his wantonness. Presenting himself like this, ready to be humbled and taken, made his rush of arousal stronger and he knew Lu Han appreciated it, too, when he petted Chanyeol's buttocks. He loved this position because it made him feel a little smaller and softer depite his tall, lanky frame, a little more vulnerable with his cock hanging painfully hard between his legs and no way to take care of it if he wanted to save his dignity and not crash face first into the pillow. He loved the loss of control when Lu Han held him down with a hand clamped around his nape, making him unable to twist his neck to see what was going on behind him. Trembling, all he could do was wait until Lu Han took him.
Anticipation burned like fire through him, hightening his senses to the point that he screamed out when Lu Han thrust into him without warning. Lu Han gave him no time to recover, setting a fast, hard pace. He let go of Chanyeol's nape, dragging his hand along the curve of his spine before taking a hold of his hips to balance himself and angle his hips just right. His low grunts mixed with Chanyeol's deep moans and the sound of their skin slapping together.
"Ahh, god, I want you to come inside. I'm..." Chanyeol moaned. "I'm... I want your cum in me. Please, hyung, please." He turned beet-red and squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassment finally getting the better of him. The words made Lu Han's rhythm falter and it took him a long, steadying inhale until he found his pace again, slower now and with a deliberate roll of his hips at the end of every well-aimed thrust. Chanyeol's thighs shuddered beautifully.
"Fuck, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Taking my load, and when I pull out, you'd feel it trickle down your legs. Would you walk around with a plug for a while, blushing and turned on at the thought of what's inside of you? And later in the shower, you'd get on your knees, sticking your fingers up your greedy asshole to clean it out, remembering how deep inside of you I was. If I got in the shower with you then, would you beg me to fuck you again right there? Beg me to pump you full with my cum?"
Chanyeol's red face was pressed into the pillow, hands clutching the sheets as he rocked back into Lu Han with a string of incoherent moans that turned into desperate whimpers when Lu Han reached between his legs and fondled his balls lightly. The contrast to the pleasure and almost-pain of Lu Han's girth spreading him open turned him into a boneless mess and his torso sank into the mattress, back almost impossibly curved. The sheets felt rough against his sensitive nipples as the force of Lu Han's thrusts rocked him forward and made his skin scrape over the sheets. He could feel Lu Han's balls pressing against his lubed ass and it was dirty and absolutely perfect. With every thrust rubbing over his prostate Chanyeol could feel himself getting so, so close and he was chasing his relief when suddenly, Lu Han pulled out again.
Chanyeol screamed in frustration, couldn't stop the way his hips kept rocking back in search of something to fill him. Lu Han shoved three fingers in his clenching hole. With his free hand, he pulled off the condom, then slid his fist up and down his shaft, bringing himself to the brink. Swiftly he replaced his fingers in Chanyeol's ass with his cock. It took only one long, hard thrust into Chanyeol's tight heat and he was coming, melting into bliss.
Chanyeol had waited for, had anticipated the feeling of someone releasing their seed into him for so long that the feeling of Lu Han pulsing inside of him was enough to set off his own orgasm. Lu Han admired the way his back muscles pulled taut as his whole body tensed in orgasmic bliss. Panting, they both lied still for a while and waited for their heat rates to slow down.
“That was good,” Chanyeol grinned then. “We should do that again.”
Lu Han couldn't disagree.
Re: team kai --> [c] luyeol pwp
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 05:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: team kai --> [c] luyeol pwp
(Anonymous) 2014-07-16 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)