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Baekhyun takes one deep breath, and then he takes another.
It does not help.
His arms are bound behind his back with rope, his vision is blocked by a blindfold, he's got his legs spread wide open seated on Chanyeol's lap, and Chanyeol's thick, hard, long cock is buried to the hilt inside him.
Baekhyun breathes again. It makes Chanyeol laugh. It also makes him grab Baekhyun's dick, stroking Baekhyun in long, slow, and very frustrating strokes.
Baekhyun doesn't complain. He'd be stupid to because Chanyeol might fuck him through a dry orgasm and make him take him until he's crying and creampied. What he doesn't get is why Chanyeol insisted on having him blindfolded and bound.
He supposes there's a reason for everything. Besides Chanyeol stroking him, he doesn't manage to hear anything. Straining his ears, the only thing he catches is the sound of lube and what would be his precum, being massaged along his shaft.
That too, he doesn't understand. Usually, Chanyeol likes to do nothing more than not touch his dick, have him come from behind where he pounds him so good that Baekhyun manages to come from a prostate orgasm each and every time.
The moment Chanyeol takes his hand away, Baekhyun gears up for a pounding. Maybe Chanyeol will switch their positions, maybe he'll throw Baekhyun over and take him from behind.
A sound catches his ears- something is being lubed up.
"Try not to move too much."
"What- what are you going to do?"
Baekhyun gets no verbal answer to that, but mere seconds later, Chanyeol's hand on his dick returns, holding it firmly in place, before something else lands on his cockhead. Something cold.
"Chanyeol?"
For a moment, Baekhyun doesn't understand what's happening. Something hurts, his dick hurts and it takes him another second to realise Chanyeol is pushing something inside his peehole.
It pulls a cry out from him, momentarily shaking his head against Chanyeol's shoulder as tears wet the material of the blindfold.
Chanyeol's ministrations are slow, but still. Something is going inside Baekhyun's dick.
"Be a good bitch. Stay still."
Baekhyun's pathetic dick twitches at that. He can't believe Chanyeol is doing that to him.
"You're not- is something supposed to go... there?" He manages to ask, voice rough as Chanyeol holds his dick, whatever he started inserting inside Baekhyun's peehole halted. "Can anything even go there?"
“It’s already in, it’s penetrating your dick, Baekhyun. It goes if I put it in there.” Chanyeol answers, amusement evident in his voice.
"But won't it- won't it ruin-"
"Ruin your dick?" Chanyeol completes for him, suddenly removing the very little bit of whatever was inserted into Baekhyun's urethral opening. "We both know your dick's useless, baby. Where would you use it? You can't even get it up to fuck your girlfriend. The only thing that gets you hard as of now is being treated like my bitch."
Baekhyun's in the middle of a moan when Chanyeol starts inserting the object back into his peehole.
"You had to come here and be dominated by a man. And we both know you don't do the fucking, darling. So why would you need your dick?"
Baekhyun must be out of his mind. He must fucking be because he's so hard and whatever Chanyeol is doing to him has his mind in shambles and he thinks he'd genuinely do whatever this man asked of him. He'd let him ruin his dick. He must be insane.
"Why? You need it to make kids?" Chanyeol adds, pushing what Baekhyun now understands must be a metal rod. It's slim enough to fit inside his peehole but the fact that there shouldn't be anything going in there is enough to burn his cheeks red. "I bet the pastor wouldn't be happy to know his son is gay. But I think he'd be more horrified to know that his son doesn't even do the fucking with whichever man he's with." Chanyeol stops pushing the rod in, and it takes Baekhyun another minute to catch his breath. His head is swimming, the burn in his dick makes it impossible to pass out, but his sick mind tells him this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to him. He must be crazy, he's sure of that, because his dick is still hard in Chanyeol's hand despite the treatment. "But I think he'd be more horrified to learn that even his son's peehole got penetrated. I don't think he'd be all that surprised knowing you've had cock in your mouth and ass, but even the peehole, baby? You're that much of a depraved whore?"
When Baekhyun starts whining, thighs shaking above Chanyeol's, the sound of Chanyeol's laughter almost startles him. It's only then that he realises how rough Chanyeol sounds, how excited he must be, and the moment his dick twitches inside Baekhyun's ass, Baekhyun remembers Chanyeol filled him first before going on with whatever plan he had for Baekhyun's poor little dick.
Chanyeol is still rock hard inside him and whatever pain and humiliation he's inflicting on Baekhyun excites him. Baekhyun's own dick twitches.
"You won't be needing your little cocklet with me, isn't that right?" Is the only thing Chanyeol says before Baekhyun feels the rod pushing deeper inside his cock, the pain shooting sharp and burning.
The tensing in his body dies down the moment the rod meets resistance. Chanyeol, this time gently, attempts pushing it in deeper, but to no avail. Baekhyun's dick has been entirely penetrated, and the metal rod now sits snugly inside it the same way Chanyeol's cock sits inside Baekhyun's cunt.
"Gorgeous whore." Chanyeol whispers as Baekhyun attempts to take breath after breath, feeling himself sweat all over- from the back of his knees, to his chest, his face and his neck. His body is so confused.
He doesn't know where to focus, what to feel, because everything is too much. He's stuffed, it hurts but at the same time he wants it, Chanyeol is so fucking crazy for this but Baekhyun has never ever been more aroused in his entire life, and the fact that he hadn't thought of the fact that he was cheating on his poor girlfriend or that he was disappointing his own father until Chanyeol brought it up is enough to remind him that he has entirely lost it.
But they've been doing this for a while, going behind everyone's back, sneaking and fucking and getting off and Baekhyun's never felt that fucking good ever. He's always been instructed to do this and that, to be this and that, to not do this and that. His father had already planned his entire future for him.
He wanted Baekhyun to get married to the sweet girl Taeyeon from church, whose family he knew and was close with. That's how Baekhyun had met her. Both their fathers didn't mind them meeting with a chaperone and getting to know each other because at the end of the day, they'd be married and forever bound.
And Taeyeon, she wasn't bad per se. She was sweet and polite, she went to church regularly, she believed in God, wanted a family like any good christian girl would. She was smart and excelled in her studies. She was perfect for a pastor's son.
But the problem was, Baekhyun was... not attracted to her. He had grown up shielded by his parents, so until he was presented with what could and should attract him, he hadn't... really paid attention. His path had been chosen for him and so there was really no need to wonder. He was a man and so a woman like Taeyeon should have attracted him.
Baekhyun had never once thought of men in that aspect. It wasn't because he wouldn't be allowed to by his parents but because... he just hadn't even considered that option.
Because they were supposed to be together forever, because Baekhyun had wanted to prove it to himself that he definitely could be a good husband, because Taeyeon had wanted to and asked him to do it with her in secret, Baekhyun had accepted. And so, they slept together for a couple of times where their parents would have left.
The thing is, she wasn't ugly. She was pretty and her body should have attracted Baekhyun. He didn't think anything was wrong with her, but perhaps something was wrong with him. When he closed his eyes and focused on the manual simulation, whether it was her mouth or pussy, it could get him hard. Just like he'd get hard with his own hand.
And it was... fine. Baekhyun hadn't had any other experience besides this one so he didn't know what to compare it to. It was... okay. He just didn't understand why everyone was making such a huge deal out of sex.
Then, shortly after his 19th birthday, he started noticing a new family in church. It was a boy taller than him, often in big black hoodies, and the boy's mother, a nice lady that seemed to have no husband.
Baekhyun noticed him once, twice, thrice, and he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He couldn't stop staring, didn't understand why he did, and looked for the boy on Sundays he wouldn't show up. When the boy joined the church's youth group, Baekhyun was overjoyed to learn that his name was Park Chanyeol.
He also learned that Chanyeol had tattoos, when one day, Chanyeol pulled his sleeves up to wash his hands. Unbeknownst to him, it was going to be the trigger to everything between them, because Baekhyun had asked to speak with him, had told him that he wouldn't be welcome in their church with tattoos, that he had no respect whatsoever to show up there with such satanic things on his arms, and the only thing Chanyeol had done in response was push him against the wall and kiss the living fuck out of him.
He'd told him he had noticed Baekhyun's staring, and that he'd recognise attraction anywhere he saw it. Baekhyun was so damn flustered (and hard) and kept thinking he'd be going to hell, that there was no way he'd be fine after getting kissed by a man and getting so fucking hard because of it, but he was proven wrong when he shook against the wall, and pulled Chanyeol back to kiss him again.
That was the day Baekhyun lost his anal virginity. Chanyeol took him to the church's bathroom, locked the door, and took him hard and fast against the door, with nothing but spit and his own precum.
Needless to say, he'd been sure that for that, he'd be going to absolute hell.
After that one eventful afternoon, nothing was ever the same.
Baekhyun couldn't get it up unless he thought of Chanyeol. He couldn't get it up for Taeyeon, he couldn't get it up watching porn- and he had never even watched porn! But there he was, scarring his own eyes all because he had sinned. He was certain that if he watched enough heterosexual porn with big boobs and huge cocks driving into tight pussies, he'd get it up again for Taeyeon.
Except the more heterosexual porn he watched, the more he imagined himself in the women's positions, bent over getting fucked in the ass and mouth the same way Chanyeol had done to him on sacred grounds.
It didn't matter what Taeyeon did, he couldn't get it up for her anymore. And yet, one single thought of Chanyeol, and Baekhyun was rock hard and flushed. He gave her excuse after excuse, telling her he felt bad for doing this before marriage, that he was scared God would punish them, etc. etc. and he believed none of it. She was sweet and understanding and she told him not to worry, that they could wait a bit and try later.
Baekhyun went back to Chanyeol to ask him what the fuck he had done to him, but in answer, Chanyeol had brought him back to his own house, had pushed Baekhyun on his own bed, had slicked his fingers in lube because that fucker apparently kept lube in his house, and had stuck them in Baekhyun's ass, had made him come so hard he had passed out. Then, when Baekhyun woke up, he had him kneeling and fed Baekhyun his huge cock, had come inside Baekhyun's mouth and had made him swallow it all.
It had felt so good, he had felt so right, so well, like he belonged right there, on his knees for Chanyeol, with his legs spread for him. And God may have been watching, but Baekhyun was starting not to care anymore.
So this was how they started this... thing between them.
In the meantime, Baekhyun tried watching gay porn, to get it up for other guys, but it hadn't worked. It was as is the object of his attraction was Chanyeol and Chanyeol only, as if he had put a spell on him. Baekhyun didn't even know what it was about that guy- whether it was his nonchalant attitude, the fact that he was the first man Baekhyun was ever with, the fact that he was also a church boy (but who seemed not to give a single flying fuck about religion), the fact that he had tattoos all over his arms or the fact that he was so sweet and loving with his mom and yet so nasty and filthy with Baekhyun.
So Baekhyun kept going back to him, again and again, again and again. He learned to pleasure himself with his ass, to suck dick, to be taken from behind, and slowly, Baekhyun couldn't imagine being with anyone else like this besides Chanyeol.
Taeyeon wasn't even a possibility anymore. He didn't even understand how he had managed to get it up for her the few times they were together, not because she was ugly or anything, but because Baekhyun needed to be manhandled and thrown around, fucked instead of doing the fucking, and treated like a whore.
The last time she had tried to have sex with him was a month ago, and she had cried when Baekhyun couldn't get hard, had asked if it was her fault, and Baekhyun didn't have it in him to tell her the truth. She was in no way a terrible person, she wasn't ugly, but Baekhyun wasn't attracted to women. He liked dick and he liked it inside him. He had never been in love with her, and their union had been decided by outside parties, never by him.
So no, he doesn't feel bad for not caring about her or his own father as Chanyeol continues calling him dirty names.
Chanyeol wraps his palm around Baekhyun's stuffed dick, and, to Baekhyun's horror, starts stroking it. "This is the only thing your little dick's ever been made for. How it could satisfy anyone, I have no idea, darling."
It burns and it hurts but it also feels so fucking good. Baekhyun turns his head to the side, to where Chanyeol's own face must be, and he takes shaking breath after shaking breath. "Chanyeol."
"Hmm. I know."
"It hurts." Baekhyun mewls.
"But you like that." Baekhyun may be blindfolded, but he recognises the smile in Chanyeol's voice. "You want me to hurt you. You're still hard in my hand, don't lie."
When Baekhyun feels Chanyeol's palm around his dick again, he throws his head back, knowing what's coming. All it does is make Chanyeol chuckle. "How anyone can look at you and think you'd be well off with a woman, I don't know. Look at you, Baekhyun. You're so good at being a bitch. A little plaything. You're letting me push something inside your dick. I'm certain you take cock better than your own girlfriend. You satisfy a man better than her. And I bet that if biologically I could get you pregnant, I already would have."
The moment the rod starts being removed from inside Baekhyun's dick, said man has his own eyes welling up with tears, and it isn't until it's entirely out of him that he manages to stop tensing.
"Relax." Chanyeol says, dropping a kiss to the side of Baekhyun's neck before inserting the metal rod inside Baekhyun's dick again all the way until it's buried to the hilt. He pulls it out less slowly than before and pushes it in again, repeating the process again and again, and somewhere in the middle of it, Baekhyun starts begging for it.
It burns and it hurts just a little bit now that he's used to it, but he's willing to take it, to ask for it, to beg Chanyeol to continue hurting him- Chanyeol doesn't stop, asks Baekhyun to open his mouth to spit in it and makes him swallow it. Baekhyun is so delirious that he doesn't even have it in him to blush.
Perhaps later, he'll think about how humiliating it was to let a man do this to him, all of it, but it's too hot. Baekhyun would really let Chanyeol do anything to him at this point.
The blindfold comes off and it takes several seconds before Baekhyun can open his eyes, the sudden change too violent on his poor eyes.
"Look, Baekhyun. Look at what I'm doing to you."
It's not like he has to be told, because that was his first instinct. When he looks down to what's happening between his legs, to the metal rod being pushed in and out of his own urethral opening, the blood rushes violently all the way to his cheeks, and he can't help but close his eyes.
It's too vulgar. It's too much. Baekhyun can't believe he's engaging in such depravity, in such deviance. He can't believe he let Chanyeol put something inside him like that. He can't believe it feels good. Just as Chanyeol is driving the rod deep within Baekhyun's dick yet once again, Baekhyun hears the door of his own bedroom creaking.
His head snaps right up, just as Chanyeol does, and he catches Taeyeon in the doorframe. It takes him a couple attempts to blink the tears away from his eyes to be able to look at her properly.
She looks shocked, betrayed, and she starts crying right there at the door.
"How could you!" She yells, holding herself against the door as she continues crying.
Chanyeol, with all his audacity, starts inserting the metal rod back inside Baekhyun's dick, almost as if on purpose, and pulls a slutty, slutty moan out of Baekhyun's lips.
"What- what is he doing to you..."
But Baekhyun can't really focus on her, he doesn't care truly anymore, and he'd have said sorry were he truly. But he isn't. Chanyeol feels too good, he feels right, and Baekhyun's not going to apologise for that.
"Your boyfriend can't get it up for you anymore." Chanyeol says casually, as he continues to fuck Baekhyun's dick with the metal rod. "I made him like that. I made him my bitch. He gets hard for me in mere seconds. How long does it take you to even manage to get him half there?"
It makes Baekhyun lie right back on Chanyeol's shoulder, knowing he doesn't need to participate in this. Chanyeol owns him, plays him however he likes. He's got him, he'll fight this fight for him, and Baekhyun's never been happier.
"He's letting me stuff his own dick, and he's still hard through it. You try your best and it's a miracle if he's half-hard. You really think you can satisfy him?"
"That's why he can't get hard with me anymore?"
Chanyeol only chuckles. "Look." He says, timing his word with the reinsertion of the rod inside Baekhyun's dick, pushing it all the way in, making Baekhyun shudder in his arms. "I don't think you can do the fucking, sweetheart. I doubt you could stick your fingers inside his ass or make him suck your dick. He needs to be owned, bound, ordered and thrown around. He can't live that boring vanilla heterosexual life with you, darling."
Taeyeon's voice shakes, and while Baekhyun isn't looking at her, he can feel her eyes on his and Chanyeol's joined bodies, and he wonders, momentarily, if it looks as good as it feels, the union of their bodies. "Is that really all you have to say to me, Baekhyun?"
"No need to answer, baby." Chanyeol replies for him, leaving the rod deep inside his dick to pull at his balls and dick out of the way so where he and Chanyeol are joined is in full sight. "Look, Baekhyun is my toy. I've claimed him. He doesn't seem to have more to say to you, so unless you wanna stay and watch, I suggest you leave."
Baekhyun feels a tiny bit bad, because she wasn't a bad person, and was never terrible to him, but he knows they were bound to end up like this when their union wasn't even decided by them and when Baekhyun is gay. But still, he looks up to her face to apologise, and before he even can, Chanyeol throws him forward on the mattress so he's facing his girlfriend. His arms are still bound behind his back, his cock is still stuffed with the rod, and he feels Chanyeol apply lube to his gaping cunt, lube to his own dick, and penetrates Baekhyun with a strength that has Baekhyun screaming.
His entire weight rests on his knees. Chanyeol pulls on the rope around his arms behind his back just enough to have his face off the sheets so he can look at Taeyeon. It's like she looks even more shocked, as if she hasn't been here to watch them for the last couple of minutes. "Even if you try to take him back, he'll be useless. Doesn't God say to respect the laws of nature, Taeyeon? The only thing he's good at is taking it from behind, and he takes it better than you, from what I've heard. So you should respect that." Chanyeol explains as he fills Baekhyun's cunt to the brim, leaving Baekhyun's poor little dick to run painfully against the mattress.
"But we were supposed to get married, Baekhyun! Are you throwing all of that away just for... just for..."
Chanyeol pays her no attention and resumes fucking Baekhyun, telling him he's such a tight and warm hole for him. Just as Baekhyun wants to gasp for air, say something, maybe even look at his girlfriend's face, Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun's head against the mattress, leaving a heavy palm gripping on his hair. "He shaves his sweet cunt just for me. Did you know that? He makes himself pretty just to entice me to put my cock in whichever hole I get my hands on first. And you think you stand a chance?"
"Stop that!" She screams, her crying and sobbing intensifying. "Stop doing that- Baekhyun! Have you lost your mind- you fucking bastard!"
Except it's all just background noise to Baekhyun, the same way everything fades to the background anytime he's with Chanyeol. There's something about them together that makes it electrifying.
"I'll tell your dad." Taeyeon ends up saying, the threat certain in her voice. "You think he'll let you leave me? That he'll let you live like this?!"
"It doesn't matter." Chanyeol answers before Baekhyun can, cursing yet once again at the sweet tightness of Baekhyun's shaved pretty hole just for him. "My mom will take him in. She knows for me and she's fine with it. Besides, want your name to be on everyone's tongue, Taeyeon? You want everyone to know you turned the pastor's son gay? That you couldn't entice him enough to stay straight?"
Chanyeol ends up pulling out of Baekhyun to reapply lube to his dick in such a casual, laid back way that were anyone to look at them fuck, they'd think nothing else is happening in the room. Baekhyun tries holding back on his moans when Chanyeol enters him again, but to no avail. He lets out the loudest, most depraved moan in front of his girlfriend as Chanyeol's cockhead rubs deliciously against his prostate.
"Taeyeon." He ends up addressing her, lifting his head just in the slightest to look at her. "I'm a little sorry, but... we weren't meant to be. It was decided for us and I-" Baekhyun gets cut in the middle of a particularly hard thrust that has him shuddering in front of his girlfriend. "I'm sure you'll find someone else."
"I'll fucking tell your dad, Baekhyun! You'll be the shame of the entire fucking church! Is that what you want?"
"My mom's okay with it." He reveals, just as Chanyeol's pulling out of him entirely. "Even if my dad entirely loses it, I'll be fine. Your threats don't mean much. I was going to tell him at some point."
Before he even notices what's happening, Chanyeol is right in front of Baekhyun's head at the end of the mattress. He grips Baekhyun's hair, pulls at his head so he can guide his hard cock to Baekhyun's mouth.
"You've been standing there for so long." Chanyeol tells Baekhyun's girlfriend. "I'm going to start thinking you're enjoying the show, Tae."
"You're sick." She accuses Baekhyun and it doesn't take long enough for Chanyeol to gag Baekhyun on his cock, pulling out mere moments later to come all over his mouth, chin and cheeks in warm, thick white streaks.
Baekhyun finally manages to look up, and he finds his girlfriend still there, petrified right in her spot, as if despite everything that's been said and done, she can't believe this. It takes a moment for Chanyeol to recover from his orgasm. Once he does, he wipes all the cum that's landed on Baekhyun's face to feed it to his eager mouth, as Baekhyun obeys and prays Chanyeol will let him come tonight.
The moment Chanyeol lets go of his hair, Baekhyun slumps back against the mattress, way too tired and strung high to attempt to move. His eyelids are heavy and hard to open, and his body hurts so good all over. It's only when Chanyeol manhandles him again that Baekhyun opens his eyes to find them back in the same position- Baekhyun seated in Chanyeol's lap, Baekhyun's back to Chanyeol's chest, with Baekhyun's legs wide spread to their audience.
Why Taeyeon hasn't left, Baekhyun doesn't know. He doesn't even care. Chanyeol is fucking him and it feels so good and he feels so fucking high she could invite everyone over to watch them and he wouldn't even care enough to cover himself.
Soon enough, four of Chanyeol's fingers stuff Baekhyun's cunt. They move in tandem with the rod inside Baekhyun's dick, the rod that was left there this entire time.
"You might as well stay and watch Baekhyun come." Chanyeol tells her with no particular tone as he moves his skilled hands, leaving Baekhyun gasping and begging to let him finally have his orgasm.
"Please." He pleads, crying through his closed eyes. "Please, I'll do anything. I wanna come- I- Chanyeol-"
"I know." Chanyeol says, kissing the side of Baekhyun's cheek. "I know you'd do anything. You already do everything I tell you to."
"Then take it out." Baekhyun whispers back, head still thrown over Chanyeol's shoulder, his eyes shut tight. "Please- I can't come if you keep it-"
"Not quite yet."
Baekhyun almost cries right there and then. "What should I do then? What do you want me to do?"
Chanyeol doesn't grace him with a verbal answer, opting instead for a physical one. His pinky teases at Baekhyun's rim. No. He can't possibly- no.
"Chanyeol?"
"Do you trust me?" Gets whispered right in his ear. "Do you trust me with your body?"
"I do." Is his instant answer, despite feeling like he's reached his limit. So Chanyeol wiggles his pinky to try and shove it along with the other four fingers already stuffing Baekhyun's cunt, and it's so much, it's too much and on the edge of too painful, that the moment Chanyeol moves the metal rod and manages to take it out for barely a second, Baekhyun comes so hard he starts sobbing, his entire weight dropping back on Chanyeol's warm body.
Chanyeol says something to him, something about how Taeyeon stayed to watch him come, but he's too out of it to understand any of it. The only thing he registers is the door slamming on them.
He thinks he hears Chanyeol tell him it's okay to get some sleep, but he's not sure. It takes Baekhyun another few seconds before he passes out, right there, in Chanyeol's arms.
-
When Baekhyun comes to, he's lying on clean sheets, his body has been cleaned, and he's entirely covered. A quick look around the room shows him Chanyeol walking towards him, slipping right next to him on the other pillow.
Chanyeol pushes the hair away from Baekhyun's face and smiles at him. He's so goddamn handsome it makes Baekhyun's heart violently beat against his ribcage.
"She left." Chanyeol says. "I made sure she was out of the house before I came to clean you up."
"Thank you."
Chanyeol shakes his head, as if to say it's nothing. "How come she came in, though?"
"I gave her a key last year. I just... entirely forgot that she still had it."
Baekhyun's parents had left on a trip for their wedding anniversary and that had left Baekhyun alone in the house. Taeyeon must have heard from her own parents and thought they could use this opportunity to sleep together. What she wasn't expecting was to find Baekhyun there with another man already enjoying said opportunity.
"I meant what I said, you know." Chanyeol says after a moment of comfortable silence. "If shit goes south, my mom would be over the moon if you came to stay with us."
He tries ignoring the butterflies that appear in his stomach. "That's really nice of you, but I wouldn't wanna impose and besides-"
"No, I swear! I once asked her and-" Chanyeol abruptly stops talking, and it takes a second for Baekhyun to catch up on what he just said.
"You... talked to her about me?"
For the first time in forever, Baekhyun catches Chanyeol blushing. It's entirely too endearing. "Yes?" He answers, diverting his eyes. "But I mean, it's nothing weird! I didn't tell her what we do together- I'm just super close with mama and she's very accepting."
Baekhyun doesn't quite know how to interpret this. He's been shielded his entire life, his first relationship had been decided by his father, and he doesn't want to ruin the amazing sex between him and Chanyeol despite the fact that he does like Chanyeol, and not just because of how good their bodies feel entangled.
"My mom knows." Baekhyun shares, his hand right between their pillows. "I should be fine. She was... quite shocked, let's put it like that, but she came around after a while. If my dad never does, that's fine. I'm not expecting him to. At least I know my mom will be there."
Chanyeol looks at the hand Baekhyun has between their heads for a moment too long, before looking back at Baekhyun's face. "What did you tell her?"
This time, Baekhyun looks at his hand and Chanyeol's hand that isn't all that far from his. "I told her about you."
Baekhyun... doesn't know what he's doing. What they're doing. He thinks maybe Chanyeol wants more out of this thing they have going on, but he doesn't know. Chanyeol did tell his mother about him, Chanyeol did tell Baekhyun's girlfriend off, did invite him to stay with his mother, has been staring at his hand and his lips for way too long, but Baekhyun has never been with a man. He doesn't know how he should proceed.
So he tries his best to be subtle, to stare at Chanyeol's lips once, and it's all it takes for Chanyeol to mutter a “Fuck it" and surge forward to plant his lips against Baekhyun's in what may be the most intimate press of lips they have ever shared. When Chanyeol pulls away, he looks confident and with that, he grabs Baekhyun's hand, linking their fingers together. "I like you." He confesses, and Baekhyun's heart skips so many beats he starts to feel concern for his own health. "The sex is so fucking good with you, I swear. You're perfect, Baekhyun. I've never been so attracted to anyone like this. Perfect toy, perfect bitch. And I know you're enjoying yourself and I swear I'll always make sure we're both enjoying this. But I don't want you sleeping with anyone else. I don't... want you to be romantically involved with anyone else. I don't want you to be interested in anyone else. I want you to only want me."
Goosebumps break all over Baekhyun's skin, leaving evidence for Chanyeol to look at since Baekhyun is naked under the blanket. The reaction seems to have caught Chanyeol's attention.
It's a little crazy, Baekhyun thinks, how bland everything had felt with Taeyeon at first, how wrong it felt once he had met Chanyeol, and yet how perfectly right it feels with Chanyeol. How Baekhyun has never had to fake it, to make excuses, to avoid him. It's like all of Baekhyun's life has been leading to this, to this moment, to this man.
"I told my mom about you." Baekhyun repeats. "But I didn't tell you because I didn't know what you wanted out of this, out of us. But I told her because I wanted her to help me tell dad it wouldn't work with Taeyeon since I... had my eyes on someone else. And when she came around the idea that you know, I wanted a man, she asked to meet you, but I couldn't tell her we'd just been having really nasty sex and it didn't warrant meeting each other's parents, so I just told her to give me some time. But if you..."
"I do." Chanyeol completes the sentence for him. "I do like you. I want you outside of what we do in bed as well."
The blood rushes to Baekhyun's cheeks so fast he wants to hide under the pillow. After all they've done, this is what makes him shy?
"Then you're due for a visit."
As Chanyeol swings his body to cage Baekhyun between him and the mattress, Baekhyun notices that Chanyeol is just as naked as he is. "You're due for one too. My mom has been dying to have you over."
While Baekhyun knows many changes are coming, that his father may never be okay with him again, that this may change everything, as Chanyeol leans down to kiss him, he knows this is right.
It could never be wrong. Not when they both want it, not when it feels that good.
And as Chanyeol's cock slides right back inside Baekhyun's still stretched hole, Baekhyun knows that nothing else matters and that they'll be fine.