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Chanyeol’s eyes searched for his husband’s form as he slowly made his way towards the now vacant bathroom.
Baekhyun’s back was facing Chanyeol as he stood next to his dresser table, wearing a large grey t-shirt and black shorts that could barely be seen below the hem of the shirt.
The young politician had truly meant to carry on his way towards the bathroom and settle whichever sexual urges he had for the other with his hand. But then he thought that one more glance wouldn’t hurt.
Little did he know that he was only getting himself into a honeytrap.
Chanyeol didn’t know how long he had been staring, as Baekhyun was too beautiful to not be looked at every minute of the day. He wasn’t sure if the arousal had started to mess with his thought processing, but now his mind couldn’t stop thinking about how truly attractive the young CEO was.
He didn’t know which version of Baekhyun he preferred; the one with the dark make-up and tight clothes that left nothing to the imagination or the soft, bare-faced Baekhyun that he was seeing now before him; clothed in nothing but a large, loose shirt drowning his whole form.
It was then that he noticed that the large t-shirt was too familiar, the logo on the breast visible when Baekhyun slowly turned to face him, his droopy eyes fixated on the phone in his hand as he texted.
Chanyeol hadn’t thought it was possible to get even harder than he already was once he realised that Baekhyun was wearing his old college shirt. It was clearly a mix-up from the laundry staff, and Baekhyun had been too impatient to leave the walk-in closet earlier to pay much attention to what he had put on.
But still, the thought of his husband being dressed in something that was his, had another jolt of arousal coursing through his body. Chanyeol’s hooded gaze drank up the sight of his husband, who hadn’t noticed the taller male’s heated gaze, far too busy texting on his phone.
As if his body was on auto-pilot, Chanyeol took a couple of slow steps towards the oblivious brunet.
Chanyeol marvelled at the sight of the smooth legs that were slightly crossed, the black shorts had hiked up on Baekhyun’s thigh after he had sat on the bed with his back leaning against the cushioned headboard. The young CEO was too absorbed in his phone to notice how much he was torturing Chanyeol with the blatant display of his slender, fair legs.
Baekhyun’s breath hitched in surprise for the dozenth time that night, his phone dropping onto the bed as he felt a large warm hand touch the bare skin of his lower thigh. His mouth gaped open in shock as he looked up to see Chanyeol looming over him.
The Byun Industries’ CEO licked his lips appreciatively as he took in the effortlessly hot display in front of him. The tall politician was dressed in his slim dark suit pants, the black patterned dress shirt unbuttoned fully, revealing the naked built torso underneath, that Baekhyun had had enough dirty fantasies about to even count on both hands.
When Baekhyun’s eyes met Chanyeol's, his heartbeat picked up. He had never seen such a lust-filled look on his husband’s features before. He knew internally that his plan to seduce the latter had finally worked, but he couldn’t do a celebratory dance, not when his heart rate was shooting to the roof and his breathing had picked up to the extent that it seemed like he had just exercised.
With his right knee planted on the mattress beside Baekhyun, Chanyeol gradually knelt over Baekhyun’s half-lying form. Chanyeol’s right hand slowly moved along the length of Baekhyun’s thigh closest to him, his eyes probing into Baekhyun’s.
“Is this okay?” His deep voice asked softly.
Baekhyun slowly nodded, barely able to fight the urge to close his eyes as Chanyeol’s hand travelled up further and more towards the sensitive inside of his thighs.
“Your legs are so soft and smooth,” Chanyeol’s husky voice marvelled, sending tingles of lust spreading through Baekhyun’s body as his droopy eyes watched the taller male’s large, veiny hand feel and grope his thigh.
He struggled against the urge to jump onto Chanyeol, he didn’t want to seem too needy, but when Chanyeol’s hand dug deeper into the top inner part of his thigh, his legs closed in reflex, accidentally brushing his growing hard-on against Chanyeol’s hand and eliciting a loud moan from Baekhyun.
Baekhyun’s cheeks flushed red when he realised how loud he had let the embarrassing sound out.
Chanyeol’s wide eyes flew upwards to meet Baekhyun’s hooded ones, not expecting the sudden escalation of events. He wasn’t too sure how it had even gotten to the point of him petting Baekhyun’s thighs. His ears couldn’t believe the beautiful sound that they had just heard, and as he surveyed Baekhyun’s pleasured expression, he realised that there was no going back.
Chanyeol wanted to see more of Baekhyun, he wanted to hear more of those moans and he wanted to touch more of his soft, silky skin.
“Open your legs,” Chanyeol found himself saying, he didn’t mind his hand trapped between the plush thighs but he had now given full rein to his inner beast, and that beast wanted nothing but to devour the beautiful man before him.
Baekhyun slowly opened his legs to see Chanyeol place both of his hands on his knees as he fully kneeled in between them, his big eyes on Baekhyun, surveying his reaction to every touch and action.
The young CEO gulped as he felt the warm palms rub both his knees as he slowly pushed them so that Baekhyun had them bent and wide apart, giving enough space for Chanyeol to crawl in between and get even closer to him.
Baekhyun leaned his shoulder blades against the velvet headboard, his hooded eyes drinking up the view of Chanyeol crawling above him. As soon as the politician’s large hands started to skim from his knees to his thick thighs, Baekhyun’s hands grabbed onto the taller male’s shoulders, scrunching the black dress shirt to bring him closer.
Before Chanyeol could marvel over Baekhyun’s facial features up close he felt the pouty pink lips softly peck his own.
Chanyeol’s grip on Baekhyun’s thighs tightened unconsciously, getting another soft mewl from the man below him. The taller male swooped down to place numerous small kisses from Baekhyun’s parting mouth to his jaw.
Baekhyun’s cheeks were flushed red, his whole body thrumming with arousal as he continued to kiss and suck onto Chanyeol’s soft lips. Baekhyun’s eyes looked up to Chanyeol with need and before he could part his mouth to let out another needy whine, his mouth was captured by Chanyeol’s into a long kiss.
Baekhyun had to admit that he was surprised that Park Chanyeol was in fact a very good kisser. The shy awkward nature that the taller male possessed before had vanished before him as Chanyeol took charge of the slow soft kisses into something more passionate and unchaste.
Chanyeol’s hands started to get bold with their touches and started to grope his thighs more strongly before sliding upwards, riding his loose shorts up so that they reached his upper thighs, before sinking his thumbs into his inner thighs, too close to the area that was aching with arousal.
Baekhyun let out a low moan that was eagerly swallowed by Chanyeol’s plump lips, his tongue smoothly sliding into his mouth when the smaller male’s bow-shaped lips had parted.
The politician proceeded to suck at Baekhyun’s tongue whilst he rubbed circles with his thumbs, slowly getting higher and higher, bunching his shorts up so much that Baekhyun’s arousal strained tightly against the material.
Baekhyun’s slim, nimble fingers threaded through Chanyeol’s hair, before slightly tugging the dark locks as the kiss got more and more heated.
Chanyeol gave one final suck on Baekhyun’s tongue before pulling back, his eyes drinking up Baekhyun’s blissed-out expression. The thin, bow-shaped lips were wet and swollen, the young politician couldn’t help but have another taste. Chanyeol had been addicted to Baekhyun’s lips from their first kiss but had always stopped himself from having more.
Chanyeol lightly bit on Baekhyun’s plush lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, his eyes refusing to leave Baekhyun’s hooded pair.
The CEO didn't get to breathe before he was pulled into another wet kiss. This time both of them closed their eyes as they worked themselves up to another passionate make-out session.
Whenever Baekhyun’s tongue was sucked by Chanyeol, a jolt of arousal was sent directly to his crotch.
Wanting some friction, the young businessman realised that now was the chance to further escalate their touches as the taller seemed to be content with just groping his thighs and sucking the life out of him through their never-ending passionate kisses.
Not that Baekhyun minded.
It’s just that he wanted more.
Chanyeol pulled away from their heated lip-lock with a gasp when Baekhyun wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and his legs clung onto Chanyeol’s waist before rolling them on the bed.
Chanyeol now lay haphazardly on the bed, his eyes wide as he saw Baekhyun on top of him.
Before the politician could open his mouth to speak, Baekhyun leaned down to kiss him hard.
Chanyeol instinctively held onto Baekhyun’s curvy waist as the smaller male controlled the kiss this time; the loud smacking of lips accompanied by their heavy breaths was all that Chanyeol could hear.
After taking a small break to catch their breaths, the married couple refused to break their heavy eye contact.
It was when Chanyeol leaned up to capture Baekhyun’s lips for the umpteenth time that Baekhyun decided to act on his initial plan.
The kiss was wet with abundant saliva but neither of them seemed to care. After Chanyeol sucked harshly on Baekhyun’s lower plush lip, Baekhyun ground his hips downwards reflexively.
Both males groaned loudly into their kiss, Chanyeol’s hands tightening onto Baekhyun’s waist while Baekhyun used his hands to press against Chanyeol’s bare pecs to straighten his back before slowly grinding his aching arousal against the large tent in the politician’s pants.
Chanyeol let out another low groan, his eyes looking up at Baekhyun in pure lust. Baekhyun swivelled his hips again, causing the smaller male to keen obscenely.
“F-fuck, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol growled out, his bruising grip on Baekhyun’s waist was relentless.
Baekhyun got even more turned on when he heard his husband’s low, gravelly voice curse.
Chanyeol’s hands started to slide up and down his hips before pausing at the swell of Baekhyun’s ass.
His shorts were still bunched up thanks to his meaty thighs, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shorts so it felt as if he was just wearing boxers.
After another swivel of Baekhyun’s hips, Chanyeol hissed, groping his buttcheeks tightly, causing Baekhyun to let out the loudest moan yet, his cheeks heating up even more at the desperate sound he had just let out.
“Feels...so good,” Baekhyun managed to let out as he rubbed against Chanyeol again and again, the friction between their arousal further heightening the pleasure that coursed through their veins.
Baekhyun’s legs twitched as the pleasure built up inside him, his hands itching to grab Chanyeol and bring him even closer than before, but first, he wanted to get rid of the annoying dress pants that were obstructing his grinding.
He could also see Chanyeol’s hip tattoo peeping through the waistband of the trousers, he would do anything to see the entirety of it tonight.
Baekhyun’s fingers quickly worked on unzipping Chanyeol’s dress pants, the politician lifting up his hips to help remove them.
The young CEO almost drooled at the sight of the large tent in Chanyeol’s boxers. His hungry gaze didn’t go unnoticed by Chanyeol, who massaged his ass and started to grind their hips together, causing Baekhyun to mewl once again at the blissful friction.
Baekhyun’s arms squeezed tightly around Chanyeol’s shoulders as the taller’s face nestled into the crook of his own neck.
The married couple rutted against each other like teenagers, gasping and moaning whenever their aching members rubbed just right against the flimsy material of their undergarments.
“You’re driving me insane, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol hitched out after a harsh thrust from Baekhyun, before he sat up, his arms clutching him, and started to buck his hips up to meet Baekhyun’s and leant forward to attach his plump lips to the smooth, slim neck presented before him.
Baekhyun arched his neck back with a loud moan as Chanyeol proceeded to plant love bites along his sensitive neck.
“F-fuck!” Baekhyun cried out as Chanyeol suddenly rolled them over, using the advantage of being on top to hasten the dry thrusting. “Fuck, I am close!”
Chanyeol growled in response to Baekhyun’s cry, busy chasing his own orgasm as he planted harsh kisses along Baekhyun’s collarbones.
The bedroom was filled with loud cries and grunts as both men reached their peaks from just mere dry humping.
Baekhyun’s slim fingers pulled on Chanyeol’s hair to guide the taller’s plump lips back to his, moaning into the liplock as Chanyeol continued to slowly grind against him, riding out his orgasm.
“S-stop,” Baekhyun whimpered out, as his thighs quivered from the oversensitivity.
Chanyeol stopped slowly, his eyes drinking up the image before him. Baekhyun had been even more beautiful when reaching his orgasm.
Baekhyun’s orgasmic expression would forever be ingrained in Chanyeol’s head. The taller male couldn’t help but feel himself slowly twitch back to life the more he documented Baekhyun’s post-orgasmic blissful face.
“You’re such a minx, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol chuckled breathlessly, planting soft kisses along Baekhyun’s damp skin, the neck of the large t-shirt falling off one shoulder.
Baekhyun let out a blissful sigh, suddenly feeling lethargic after that intense orgasm. Baekhyun had really wanted to go onto the next base, but from the way his eyes were starting to close with sleep, along with Chanyeol’s hands rubbing his lower back soothingly like a lullaby, he knew that they had done enough for the night.
“I will go and have a shower, do you want to clean up first?” Chanyeol prodded out of the lethargic man.
Baekhyun merely huffed, being reminded of the uncomfortable feeling of his release inside his shorts.
Chanyeol couldn’t help but chuckle, finding Baekhyun’s ‘low battery mode’ so amusing and adorable.
“Okay, you sleepy baby,” Chanyeol planted a final peck against his forehead. The soft endearing nickname had Baekhyun’s heart rate shooting up despite the sleep fogging his mind. “I will clean you up with a wet towel. Rest well, Baekhyun-ah.”
The CEO didn’t recall any memories of Chanyeol cleaning him up. It was clear that he had knocked himself out by the time the taller had come back with the wet towels.
***
Breathless whines and loud groans barely penetrated through the closed door, but it was enough to tell the Park Household staff to stay clear of the master bedroom.
The staff wasn’t one to gossip, all having signed the confidentiality disclosure agreement when they had started working for the Park family. But they couldn’t help but talk between themselves about the sudden progress the married couple had made with their relationship.
Before, the two young men would be seen awkwardly dancing around each other. But now, whenever Baekhyun and Chanyeol were both at home, they would just lock themselves in the master bedroom for hours on end.
The maids would blush and giggle whenever they would see the young married couple run to the bedroom as if they had an urgent business meeting to attend no matter what time of the day.
But that wasn’t all.
Mrs. Byun had started to notice that Baekhyun’s visits had become less and less. Worried that her son was overworking, she had called his secretary and was surprised to hear that Baekhyun had in fact been leaving work even earlier than usual for the past couple of weeks.
Knowing that there was something clearly off about her son’s behaviour, she gave Mrs Park a call after her call to Baekhyun’s phone went unanswered yet again.
“That’s weird, Chanyeol didn’t tell me about Baekhyun being ill,” Mrs Park answered with her signature honey tone, once Mrs. Byun had filled her in on Baekhyun’s strange behaviour.
“I am scared about him hiding something from me,” Mrs Byun expressed worriedly.
Mrs. Park was quick to calm her, “I am sure he is fine, probably busy decorating the house. After all, now that I think about it, even Chanyeol hasn’t come to visit as he usually would on some Sundays.”
Baekhyun’s mother did have a passing thought of the married couple finally having their honeymoon period, but she shook her head. The last time she had met Baekhyun, he had been busy complaining about Chanyeol and about them lacking in every aspect of a married couple.
“Don’t worry, Eunwoo,” Mrs. Park consoled. “How about we visit them this afternoon? They should be done with work by then.”
“Thank you, Hyesong.”
***
Baekhyun giggled as Chanyeol placed pecks against his well-bitten and bruised neck, pushing his face away when the taller refused to let go of him.
“Chanyeol, stop!” Baekhyun let out between giggles, but Chanyeol’s teasing smirk proved that he would be relentless with his tickling.
They had already done two rounds in the morning; Baekhyun’s dream of having morning sex before breakfast had come to life for the past three weeks.
After taking a much-needed nap after their intense morning romp, they headed down to the kitchen to feed themselves some late lunch.
They were meant to be washing the dishes now, as there was no staff, but Chanyeol refused to stop touching Baekhyun.
Baekhyun was merely clad in a fluffy white bathrobe while Chanyeol was shirtless, with just his loose, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
It was then that they heard the doorbell ring loudly, while Chanyeol sucked another hickey onto Baekhyun’s clavicle, drinking up the view of Baekhyun’s pleasured expression, his bathrobe opening more and more.
Baekhyun was too gorgeous; every inch of his soft, silky skin deserved to be marked with kisses. Chanyeol could never get used to the sight of Baekhyun’s beautiful bare body, despite having spent more time in the sheets with him than he had on his father’s presidential campaign in the past few weeks.
“We...we should get the door,” Baekhyun muttered, breaking the passionate eye contact. He never thought he would see so much desire in Chanyeol’s eyes, and still had to get used to the lustful gaze the politician would send his way whenever they were in close proximity.
“Alright,” Chanyeol replied, but made no move to let go of his grip on Baekhyun’s waist, his front still pressed against Baekhyun’s. The CEO could feel the countertop digging slightly against his lower back and placed his hands against the bare, muscled pectorals to push the reluctant taller male away.
“Then let me go!” Baekhyun groaned, now too shy to meet Chanyeol’s hot gaze, and eventually managed to get away from his clutches, re-tightening his loosened robe as he made his way towards the entrance hall.
Chanyeol merely smirked as he watched his smaller husband scurry away. But when he realised that Baekhyun was practically naked under that bathrobe, he called out, “Baek, wait! You can’t just open the door like that!”
But Baekhyun had already gone out of hearing range.
***
“Maybe they’ve gone out?” Mrs. Byun furrowed her eyebrows when nobody came to the door even after having rung the doorbell twice.
The First Lady frowned, and opened her designer handbag to get her phone, “Let me call, Chanyeol.”
Just as Mrs Park was about to dial, the two women heard the door being unlocked and were graced with the view of a breathless Baekhyun.
Baekhyun blushed furiously as he stuttered out, “Mum? Mrs. Park? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
Before Mrs Byun could scold her son for having gone ‘MIA’ for the past few weeks, she heard a familiar deep voice call from inside the house.
“Baekhyun-ah, who is it?”
Both women stood in shock as they saw a shirtless Chanyeol come behind Baekhyun.
“O-oh, hello!” Chanyeol greeted with wide eyes, trying to hide behind Baekhyun’s small frame, which was practically impossible.
With pink-coloured cheeks and her gaze looking anywhere but at the married couple, Mrs Park managed to utter, “Sorry, it seems that we came at the wrong time. Sorry to bother you-”
“No, Mrs. Park!” Baekhyun quickly cut off. His face had gotten even redder, and he jammed his elbow into Chanyeol’s stomach so that he would get moving. “Please, come in.”
Chanyeol let out a loud yelp and decided to retreat to find a t-shirt to quickly put on.
Mrs Park hesitantly entered once Baekhyun had opened the door fully. However, when Baekhyun met his mother’s eyes, he couldn’t help but look down shyly.
“You got me so worried, darling,” His mother’s comforting voice made him lift up his head, and before he could say anything he was pulled into a warm, comforting hug.
“I missed you, Mum,” he mumbled before he winced when his mother suddenly smacked the back of his head.
“Yeah, sure, you did,” His mother scolded him. “You could have paid me a visit in the last few weeks or even given me a small phone call.”
Baekhyun looked bashful as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, “Work got busy and then whenever I did get some time off, I just… stayed at home.”
“I can tell.”
Baekhyun cleared his throat as he heard his mother’s judging tone, his eyes looking around anywhere but at his mother.
Mrs Byun was very soft-natured and warm-hearted, but she could give the most intense glares when needed. Despite being twenty-four, Baekhyun still trembled at being on the receiving end of them.
“Chanyeol and Mrs. Park must be waiting...”
The young CEO tried to guide them towards the living room, but his mother clutched onto Baekhyun’s arm, pulling him back. It was then that Baekhyun realised that he was merely dressed in a white bathrobe, and couldn’t help but feel a warm flush on his face again.
“They can wait. They’re probably having their own mother-son talk,” Mrs Byun spoke sweetly but Baekhyun knew that he was in for some interrogation.
“I want you to promise me that you won’t do this again. I understand that you moved out to your city apartment years ago and have been married for quite a while now. But you had made a habit of always contacting me… so much that I had almost forgotten that my son had even moved out in the first place.”
“Mum…”
“I know that you aren’t a child anymore but you will always be my baby,” Mrs. Byun’s eyes watered, making Baekhyun frown as he reached out to hold his mother’s dainty hands in his own. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve been so worried about you since your wedding, thinking that we had trapped you into some loveless marriage. And then when I heard nothing for weeks... I thought you were hiding something from me and-”
“Mum, please,” Baekhyun interrupted his anxious mother, feeling intense guilt for not having realised how his behaviour had troubled her. “There’s nothing like that. In fact, I would say that Chanyeol and I have probably taken the next step in our relationship. I honestly didn’t think we could ever do that.”
Mrs Byun smiled at that, “I understood. I guess the honeymoon period came late for you, hmm?”
“You could say that,” Baekhyun grinned, his eyes wrinkling the same way as his mother’s did. “But mum, I am sorry. Not just for being out of touch but for worrying you before. I haven’t exactly been the most mature since I’ve been married. But I am trying my best to make this relationship work, and so is Chanyeol.”
“It’s fine, my son,” Mrs Byun pecked her son’s forehead affectionately before she teased, “Let me ask Chanyeol if he has been treating my baby right. You aren’t in any pain, are you?”
“Mum!” Baekhyun exclaimed, suddenly pulling away from his mother, stunned at the insinuation.
“What?” Mrs Byun shrugged casually, “All those marks and bruises covering your neck. If I didn’t know any better I would think you had been mauled by an animal.”
“MUM, PLEASE STOP!”
Chanyeol heard Baekhyun’s screaming and his mother-in-law’s laughter as they both entered the living room. He was glad that they had taken their time coming in, as he had gotten an earful from his mother regarding proper etiquette when it came to opening the door.
He was, after all, the President’s son. Opening the door shirtless, with scratch marks decorating his torso, was hardly an image one would expect to see.
“Sorry, I will stop. It’s just so fun to see you get worked up,” Mrs Byun coddled her disgruntled son.
Chanyeol couldn’t help but fondly admire the sight of his mother greeting and enveloping Baekhyun in a hug, who now looked as red as a tomato. He then saw Mrs Byun give him a smirk and understood that they had been caught red-handed.
Chanyeol just hoped that their mothers wouldn’t mention this incident again in the future, or he would never be able to live it down.
***
“So, not only did you fuck like rabbits for nearly a month, you guys even had your mothers coming in to check on you?” Jongdae guffawed out.
After the embarrassing encounter with their mothers, both Baekhyun and Chanyeol decided to catch up with their friends and other acquaintances and make up for their sudden lack of social life.
Baekhyun would still leave work right on time, ignoring the knowing looks from his secretary as he rode the elevator as if he had a plane to catch.
It was the same with the young Park politician. Despite the elections being right around the corner, Chanyeol had given his subordinates most of the work to do, as he should’ve done before if it hadn’t been for his workaholic nature. He just had to make a few public appearances whenever his father wasn’t able to, or just go along with his father for some campaigns.
“That’s so embarrassing, Hyung,” Jongin sniggered into his hot drink.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes and huffed, “I’ve heard enough of it. Can we please move on?”
“Move on?” Sehun exclaimed. “After you fried our brains with your talk of blue balls? You finally got some dick and didn’t even thank us!”
“So, how do you want me to treat you for your assistance in saving my sex life, Oh, great Sehun?” Baekhyun asked flatly.
Sehun smirked, “Well… you could get me that limited-edition-”
“Ignore him,” Jongdae interrupted. “Tell us some juicy details. How is he in bed? Is he big? Did he-”
“I am not saying anything!” Baekhyun sputtered out as he put his coffee down on the table in front of him. Thankfully, they were in a VIP room at a high-end cafe, but as they always say, the walls have ears.
He wasn’t going to risk it, and besides, now it was embarrassing to talk about his sex marathons with his friends.
Jongdae had the nerve to look betrayed and pouted, “After all we did for you, Baek. The least you could do is tell us something.”
“You should be the last one to say that,” Baekhyun argued, “Your drunk ass nearly ruined the chances of me getting laid that night.”
“But still!” Jongdae whined. “If it hadn’t been for me arranging the party, you would’ve still been crying about your non-existent sex life. Do you know how much trouble I got into with Junmyeon afterwards?”
Both Sehun and Jongin nodded at that, “He has a point. Jongdae did, after all, set the scene and mood.”
“Fine…” Baekhyun muttered under his breath. It was three against one, anyway.
“So?” Sehun wiggled his eyebrows.
“He’s… gifted-” Baekhyun started to say but Jongdae’s hyena-like laughter cut him off.
Even Jongin joined, enjoying the sight of Baekhyun turning red as a tomato as he tried to talk.
“And he’s pretty good in bed,” Baekhyun managed to say with a lot of effort. His head hung low as he heard his friends cackle around him.
“Of course, he is!” Jongin chimed. “You wouldn’t have forgotten about the existence of your friends and even your own mother if he wasn’t giving it to you so good~”
At that, Jongdae and Sehun were sent into another fit of laughter.
Baekhyun clenched his hair in both hands and moaned out, “Oh, just shut up, you guys!”
He really needed new friends.
***
“How was everyone?” Chanyeol’s deep voice asked when Baekhyun came into the living room and flopped beside him onto the sofa.
“Don’t ask,” Baekhyun mumbled into the cushion.
It was only when he felt a warm hand run through his hair that he turned to face Chanyeol and pouted.
The politician tried his best to not laugh, as he knew that Baekhyun’s friends must have teased him a lot.
“I would like to meet up with them someday, catch up with them. Especially Jongin and Sehun, those two lads look unrecognisable, they used to be so adorable and sweet” Chanyeol spoke.
“Hmm, they’re still sweet but all menaces, I tell you. They may look like young handsome men now but let me tell you they are still immature brats,” Baekhyun complained.
Chanyeol chuckled at his pouting husband, “If you say so.”
“They’re never going to let it drop,” Baekhyun grumbled before he crawled onto his husband’s inviting lap. Chanyeol’s muscled thighs made the most comfortable seat. Chanyeol’s hands instinctively settled on his waist in a warm, comforting hold.
Chanyeol pecked Baekhyun’s forehead, not being able to take the endearing view of Baekhyun on his lap.
Baekhyun was too adorable sometimes.
Although most of Chanyeol’s actions in the last month had been attributed to lust, he couldn’t help but develop more and more feelings for his husband; even if they were primarily based on physical attraction.
Chanyeol wasn’t sure if Baekhyun felt anything more than lust for him, but the smaller one loved to cuddle whenever they were too exhausted from screwing each other’s brains out.
Or even now.
The way Baekhyun was snuggling into his chest like a puppy was making Chanyeol’s heart swell with the domesticity of it all.
“That’s what friends are for,” Chanyeol carded his fingers through Baekhyun’s silky strands. “They are always there to remind you of all your embarrassing moments.”
“Ugh,” Baekhyun groaned, his cheek was squished against Chanyeol’s sweater-clad torso, making the taller male poke the soft cheek.
Baekhyun sat up as Chanyeol refused to stop poking and pinching his cheeks, “Stop it, Chanyeol!”
“Leave my poor cheeks alone,” Baekhyun pushed Chanyeol away but the taller quickly wrapped his arms tightly around Baekhyun’s waist before he could get off his lap.
“Nope, not letting these mochis go without a taste.”
Baekhyun squealed when Chanyeol leant forward to playfully kiss and suck on his cheek, but Chanyeol refused to stop and instead moved on to the other one.
The sound of sucking and kissing had Baekhyun’s loins tingling, so just when Chanyeol let go of the pink, wet cheeks he was quickly pulled into a sudden hot kiss.
It was safe to say that at least a couple of the house staff witnessed the obscenely entangled couple slowly making their way up the stairs before they heard the bedroom door loudly slam shut.
“Access to the first floor is restricted,” the butler announced after a while, even though it was self-explanatory at this point. “Again...” he added beneath his breath as he made his way into the kitchen to check on the dinner preparation.
***
Baekhyun let out a tired sigh as he walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream. He was dressed in some loose shorts and one of Chanyeol’s large T-shirts, which completely drowned his form.
He had had a long tiring day at work and just wanted to unwind the moment he had entered home. Unfortunately, Chanyeol had to go to a political talk show. With the presidential elections just a few days away, Baekhyun had hardly seen much of Chanyeol.
It was hitting close to 9 pm, and Baekhyun settled himself on the couch to turn on the right channel, excited to see his husband on TV. Apparently, Chanyeol had been on TV before; done some small interviews here and there, but tonight it was his first time participating in a debate on behalf of his father.
Unknown to the public, Chanyeol’s father hadn’t been feeling too well. It was because his father-in-law had overworked himself, and Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel guilty for having distracted Chanyeol in the past few months. But now the worst of the campaign work was nearly over.
Baekhyun texted on the group chat with Jongdae, Sehun and Jongin; telling them to tune in to the debate show too if they could.
Soon his phone buzzed with notifications of multiple thumbs-up emojis, but the show’s opening had started. Baekhyun raised the volume instead and his eyes glued to the huge TV screen.
The host was a smartly dressed lady with glasses, and she prompted each of the guests to introduce themselves. When it was Chanyeol’s turn, Baekhyun’s heart rate picked up.
Chanyeol looked absolutely ravishing.
His brown locks were styled in a comma-style, and he wore a crisp grey suit, the blazer hugging his wide shoulders and bulky arms along with his white dress shirt underneath.
Park Chanyeol was a fine, handsome man, and he was all his.
Willing his oncoming boner down, Baekhyun tried to follow the debate eagerly, whooping in pride whenever Chanyeol shot in with his smooth words.
It was only near the end when the questions that were being thrown at the campaigning political parties got a bit controversial, and things got heated.
Baekhyun noticed that Chanyeol had run his hand multiple times through his hair when a rival party’s supporter asked questions about the fallbacks of President Park’s presidency over the past four years.
Chanyeol was being put in a tight spot. Just because there was a lot yet to solve, it didn’t mean that the President hadn’t given his best in his presidency. Sometimes, more than four years were needed to implement the big changes that the nation demanded.
And that’s what Chanyeol replied with. With his low, deep voice, and the top few buttons of his shirt now open, Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel extremely turned on as Chanyeol smartly responded to each and every accusation that had been brought up against his father.
It was too hot.
Baekhyun had never been the one to watch debate shows or any political shows for that matter. He found them too boring and always felt like politicians had too much time on their hands, discussing every topic under the sun and trying to put their respective political parties on a pedestal.
But this show was different.
Only a few days were left before the national elections. Baekhyun had seen first-hand how much hard work both his father-in-law and Chanyeol had put in to drive their campaign in the past few months.
His phone buzzed again, and Baekhyun decided to distract himself from the sizzling view of Chanyeol’s heated speech.
Instead, what he saw fuelled the fire in his loins.
Sehunnie: Hyung, did you check the Twitter trends? Chanyeol-hyung is trending nationwide because of how hot he looks.
Chennai-Chen: He does look like a fine meal. Are you all right with the whole nation drooling over your hubby, Baek?
Nini: He must be used to this view but damn… Chanyeol sure has a way with words. He won this debate show, hands down.
Baekhyun didn’t even bother to reply to the group chat and instead quickly opened up Twitter to check the trends.
After seeing a hundred or more thirst tweets regarding his husband’s appearance tonight, Baekhyun had just about had it.
There was only so much he could handle.
***
Chanyeol stepped out of his parked car, whistling under his breath, as his feet quickly climbed the front porch steps.
It felt good to have had such a good response from tonight’s debate. He had received a call from his father the moment he had stepped off the stage.
He had made his father proud and there was nothing else that could give Chanyeol as much happiness and satisfaction.
Chanyeol was too buried in his thoughts as he climbed up the stairs to realise what was going on inside the master bedroom
It was only when he switched the lights on to see Baekhyun with his naked legs spread wide open on the large king-sized bed that Chanyeol finally took notice, and he could only stand rooted, in shock.
His eyes drank up the sight of his sweaty, sexually frustrated husband on the messy bedsheets, his lithe fingers trying to furiously pump what seemed to be a dildo into himself.
Grunting out a low moan, Chanyeol moved out of his stupor and rushed towards the bed, meeting Baekhyun’s hooded gaze as he climbed over on top of him.
“You made...it...home,” Baekhyun gasped out, his lips stretching into a cocky smirk as he saw Chanyeol’s hungry gaze on him.
“You’re so shameless, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol growled out, wanting to do too many things at once and not knowing what he should do first.
With the lights on, Chanyeol could see Baekhyun’s previous release dirtying his stomach and Baekhyun’s arousal that was weeping pre-cum.
“You came with just that pathetic thing?” Chanyeol couldn’t keep the jealousy away from his tone.
Baekhyun groaned as he stopped plunging the dildo inside of himself, pulling the collar of Chanyeol’s dress shirt down instead.
Their lips collided against each other hotly, Baekhyun’s hips thrusting up to get some friction, but Chanyeol refused to lay down properly and instead shoved his tongue inside Baekhyun’s wet mouth.
Their tongues danced around each other erotically, with both of their gasps and moans tumbling in between much-needed breaths.
“Yeol, I need you,” Baekhyun managed to cry out in between the wet kisses, his fingers trying to open Chanyeol’s dress shirt.
“Really now? You seemed to be doing pretty fine before I got here,” Chanyeol teased with a playful tone as his large hand travelled down Baekhyun’s wet abdomen and squeezed his aching arousal. “Look at the mess you’ve made…”
Baekhyun moaned loudly as Chanyeol pumped his sensitive dick a few times before he let go to grab onto the dildo that was still shoved inside of him.
“I didn’t even know you had something like this,” Chanyeol carried on as he pulled out the mint-coloured dildo, ignoring the pathetic cries from Baekhyun to just fuck him.
“Is it better than my cock, hmm?”
Before Baekhyun could reply, Chanyeol pushed the dildo deep inside of him with one strong thrust.
“Ah fuck!” Baekhyun screamed as the spot he had been trying to hit with force for the past 30 minutes was hit in one go by Chanyeol. “Fuck! Ah, do that again!”
Chanyeol gritted his teeth as he fucked Baekhyun mercilessly with the dildo, watching him unravel within seconds.
“Can’t believe this… can’t believe you can be pleasured this easily with some piece of plastic,” Chanyeol marvelled as he took out the dildo from the gaping opening and threw it aside.
“Yeol, please…” Baekhyun was trying to get out of the post-orgasmic haze but it was difficult, as the orgasm that had been ripped out of him had been a strong one.
“You couldn’t wait for your husband to come home, huh?” Chanyeol’s fingers softly touched the fluttering opening covered with excessive lube.
“It’s your fault for being so fucking hot on TV. I couldn’t wait...” Baekhyun moaned out after gaining some energy and proceeded to rip Chanyeol’s dress shirt open, the buttons popping off, before he started to work on the belt to open the dark slacks.
Before Baekhyun’s nimble fingers could barely drag the fly down and finally try to unleash the cock he had been imagining the entire night, when his wrists were suddenly gripped by Chanyeol’s hand and placed above his head, pressing against the bedsheet.
“Naughty boys don’t get to have rewards that easily,” Chanyeol said with a cocky grin that had Baekhyun’s dick hardening again.
“Please, Yeol, I would do anything,” Baekhyun begged, his swollen pouty lips prominent as he babbled, “Want your cock so bad… that dildo is nothing compared to what you can do.”
“You sure about that? You seemed to be doing pretty well before I came home,” Chanyeol said casually as he ground his clothed arousal against Baekhyun’s slowly hardening dick.
Still sensitive from two orgasms, Baekhyun’s hips convulsed at the delicious friction. The empty feeling inside of him was the only thing he could think about. “Want you in me, please…”
“You want my fingers, my tongue or my cock, baby?” Chanyeol growled as he lazily pumped two of his fingers inside the well-lubed hole, the squelching sounds filling the room along with Baekhyun’s soft, breathy moans.
“Y-your cock-Ah!” Baekhyun yelped as Chanyeol hooked his fingers inside of him to aggressively massage his prostate. “Fuck! Chanyeol, stop! I am going to cum again!”
“No problem, I will make you come again on my cock. You know how I do that so well,” Chanyeol’s dirty talk was sending Baekhyun further into the throes of passion.
Baekhyun could barely string a sentence together with Chanyeol fingering him and mouthing at his neck, leaving multiple hickeys that Baekhyun knew would be a pain in the ass to cover.
Baekhyun had just about had it. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Before Chanyeol could marvel at his artwork on Baekhyun’s slender, fair neck, he was suddenly pushed against the sheets, with Baekhyun rolling on top of him.
"Baek-" His lips were caught in an aggressive kiss.
Baekhyun’s greedy lips eventually moved away from Chanyeol’s mouth, his soft lips grazed over his stubble and down to lick and bite at the flesh of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol’s glazed eyes closed in pleasure, “Baekhyun... fuck.”
Baekhyun placed a knee between Chanyeol’s legs and humped his naked thigh against Chanyeol’s slacks. His bare hip rubbed up against Chanyeol’s clothed dick with every thrust. “So fucking good, Chanyeol. Fuck!”
Baekhyun was completely unashamed about his need for Chanyeol, honest. And somehow that made him seem all the more raw and vulnerable. Chanyeol’s chest tightened and he wrapped his arms around Baekhyun, pulling him closer and rocking up against him and into that perfect friction, wanting to do this for him, to give Baekhyun what he needed.
“O-oh fuck,” Baekhyun moaned between the fervent kisses, his eyes clenching shut each time his growing erection rubbed deliciously against Chanyeol’s. “Just like that, hmm.”
Small, needy whimpers left Baekhyun’s parted mouth as he slowly neared his peak and weakly pushed against Chanyeol’s bare chest to stop the grinding.
Chanyeol breathed heavily, recognising the blissful expression Baekhyun always made whenever he was close.
“Want to come… with your cock,” Baekhyun mewled out, his slender fingers quickly pulling down Chanyeol’s slacks and boxers in one go, his gaze hungry as Chanyeol’s throbbing arousal came into sight. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
Chanyeol couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Baekhyun’s eyes twinkled as his lubed hands started to pump his dick.
“F-fuck!” Chanyeol groaned, Baekhyun’s hands made him grow even harder than before. Suddenly, he felt very close to exploding.
Baekhyun too realised, eying the precum oozing out of Chanyeol’s cock like there was no tomorrow.
The politician was barely able to grip onto Baekhyun’s waist tightly before Baekhyun started to sink down on his cock, letting out such a loud, slutty moan that it had Chanyeol almost busting his nut right then and there.
“Oh my god…” Chanyeol moaned out as he felt Baekhyun’s walls tighten around his arousal.
Baekhyun scratched his nails against Chanyeol’s chest as he started to slowly bounce on his dick, filthy squelching sounds echoing in the room. “Fuck Chanyeol, you’re so thick.”
“You like it, babe?” Chanyeol grunted out as he planted his feet on the bed to thrust upwards, hitting Baekhyun’s prostate perfectly in one go.
Baekhyun screamed. “Yes, baby, yes! Just like that!”
Chanyeol proceeded to slam his hips faster and harder, earning high-pitched moans each time.
Baekhyun’s eyes rolled back as his back arched, his voice getting breathier, “Yes… Chanyeol… fuck!”
Chanyeol leaned up to give him a filthy kiss, stealing the little air Baekhyun had left, and breathed against his trembling lips, “Cum with me, baby.”
With just two more thrusts the married couple reached their peak simultaneously.
***
"You want some more?" Chanyeol's deep voice brought Baekhyun back to his senses, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He was barely able to nod before he felt the familiar hard, hot length smoothly enter him again.
Baekhyun had lost count of how many times he had come. All he knew was that Chanyeol was nowhere near being done.
"Ah-Fuck..." he managed to let out as he felt Chanyeol's previous release push against his sensitive walls.
His body shook slightly as he anticipated Chanyeol's first thrust, crying when the latter started driving into him at a harsh, brutal pace.
"Chan-Chanyeol, slow down!" He managed to scream out between his wanton moans, his hands scratching Chanyeol's broad shoulders as the latter drilled into him mercilessly.
Baekhyun didn't think he had enough release left in him to spurt anything out, and he was right. When he was brought over the edge again, his fingers grasped onto Chanyeol's sweaty locks as his husband sucked at his nipples relentlessly.
Only a few spurts of cum splattered against Chanyeol's rock-hard abs, making his husband chuckle darkly, "Is that all you've got, baby?"
Baekhyun's eyes were half shut as he tried to calm his erratic breathing down, his hole spasming around Chanyeol's still-hard length.
"Uhhng," was all he was able to say in response, but he let out a scream as Chanyeol started to pump his length at a rapid pace, causing a few more drops of cum to leak out. "Fuck! Fuck! Chanyeol stop!"
The overstimulation made Baekhyun's eyes roll back in pleasure, and, instead of listening to his pleading, the politician started to thrust into him whilst maintaining the heavy pumping on his dick.
Another scream rippled out of Baekhyun's throat as his orgasm stretched painfully longer. He was sure he was going to faint, his vision starting to blur.
"Ch...Chan.." he managed to croak out pitifully, making Chanyeol remove his hands from his aching and slowly leaking dick.
"You alright?" Chanyeol leaned down to place soft pecks on his parted lips, his thrusts still slow and deep.
Baekhyun was sure he had zoned out, because the next time he opened his eyes he was lying on top of Chanyeol's broad chest, and, after clenching his abused hole, he realised that Chanyeol was soft and that he was stuffed up with the latter's release.
He sighed in relief at the thought of it finally being over.
He had always complained of not getting enough, but he was sure that, after tonight, he would need at least a few weeks of rest before he let Chanyeol anywhere near him again.
***
“I hate to overshare, but Chanyeol is an absolute beast in bed. I had to tell him ‘no sex’ for a month or my balls were going to shrivel up,” Baekhyun spluttered out after he took a huge gulp from his third soju bottle.
Sehun and Jongin had invited Baekhyun and Jongdae over for some drinks at their place. They had recently decided to live together despite both owning their own lavish properties. When questioned they merely replied, “We are too busy with work to hang out, and this way we can maintain our friendship despite our busy lifestyles.”
Baekhyun had shrugged his shoulders at that, but Jongdae sent them a suspicious look that the younger duo ignored.
Jongdae wouldn’t be surprised if Jongin and Sehun came out as a couple in the near future, but he decided to let the youngsters reveal it themselves whenever they felt comfortable.
“Ew, shrivelled balls,” Sehun made a disgusted face, his facial muscles getting looser and looser the more he drank.
Jongin snickered, “Why are we always on the topic of your balls, hyung? First, it was you having blue balls and now shrivelled balls!”
“It’s not my fault that I didn’t know how crazy Chanyeol is in bed!” Baekhyun defended hotly.
Jongdae raised his eyebrows at that.
“He sends me over the edge a couple of times before he comes himself,” Baekhyun groaned out, knowing fully well that he would regret everything that was coming out of his mouth come tomorrow morning. “He literally has the shortest refractory period I’ve ever seen in a man. Once he starts it’s hard for us to stop.”
Both Sehun and Jongdae stared at him with dropped jaws, their eyes slowly blinking as they tried to compute the new scandalous information in their drunk minds.
“Wow,” Jongin finally said.
“Wow indeed,” Sehun applauded once the shock was over. “Baekhyun hyung has finally found his match in bed.”
Jongdae cackled at that, earning a glare from Baekhyun.
“He’s right Baekhyun,” Jongdae smirked. “If you didn’t have someone as challenging as Chanyeol in bed, you would’ve been bored. You really are compatible in the sheets, it seems.”
“Let’s drink to that!” Jongin hollered, “To Baekhyun hyung finally having someone to match his libido!”
“Guys, come on!” Baekhyun whined but joined anyway, knowing that his friends had made a good point.
Sure, he and Chanyeol had a long way to go in having a normal relationship as a loving married couple.
But he couldn’t say that he wasn’t content with how they were right now. They don’t have to be in love when they are able to compromise, give their full support when needed and fulfil each other’s needs.
Baekhyun had never thought the lanky Park Chanyeol he had bullied back in school would be his most compatible match.
Just as they finished toasting, Baekhyun’s phone lit up with a notification from Chanyeol.
Hubby: Pass on my greetings to Jongdae, Sehun and Jongin, it’s been a while since I met them. Let me know if you want me to pick you up x
Baekhyun couldn’t help but smile, ignoring the knowing looks his friends exchanged as he replied instantly.
I miss you. Come join us x
Whatever they had, it was more than enough.
The End