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Summers can get very sweltering. It doesn't matter if Baekhyun takes two showers in a day, he'll still have a sheer layer of sweat on his body right after getting out of the bathroom.
It gets really frustrating, especially when he's waiting for his ex-husband and children to come visit him. They agreed a while ago that due to Baekhyun's job as a flight attendant, he couldn't take care of their kids properly, so his ex-husband would do it and they'd meet as soon as Baekhyun had free time. It’s not like Baekhyun is pleased to see the man he divorced two years ago, but his children are everything to him.
A sheer blouse and some shorts are the best for now. He’d prefer to go around his house naked, the humid weather makes him feel as if he were inside a sauna rather than his own house. A couple of knocks on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. At the same time, his phone rings with a new call. He throws away the towel he was using to dry up his hair, grabs his phone and runs to open the door. They were supposed to arrive at midday, not at 9:00 a.m. What was his ex-husband thinking?
“Why so soon? Did you miss mommy so much?” he says right after opening the door and answering his phone without looking at the screen.
Everything happened so fast. He expected the tiny arms hugging him the moment he opened the door, but they never came. Instead, he got the voice of his ex-husband through the phone, letting him know that he wouldn't be able to make it to his house this weekend due to work. And a really tall figure with sultry almond eyes that he knows oh so well.
His muscles flex while carrying a toolbox, bronze skin slightly shining with sweat under the dim light of the morning. Plump lips sporting a faint smirk, black and curly hair that softly moves when he tilts his head. His almond eyes shamelessly look first at his chest area and then at his eyes.
As if on cue, Baekhyun’s face gets instantly red. He barely mutters to his ex-husband an ‘ o-okay, take care’ before ending the call and paying full attention to the present time. The rational part in him hurries him to cover himself, because the sheer blouse doesn’t leave anything to the imagination since he’s not wearing any underwear. The instinctive part, however, throws at him a ‘don’t be ridiculous; as if he hadn’t already seen you with less clothes.’ Deep inside him, he wants to show his body off just a little bit more, to see if those eyes would trail down him like they always do. Like he secretly adores.
The man in front of him is none other than the living portrait of everything that Baekhyun has ever dreamed of in a man. Fuck.
“Hi, Mr. Byun,” the taller one says, and Baekhyun has to gulp down a moan. He’s this close to rub his thighs together. That’s how much power that deep voice has on him.
“H-Hey,” he says, then clears his throat. “I wasn’t expecting you today, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol shrugs and the objects in his toolbox clack in the middle of their quiet hall.
“I had some spare time and I thought I could come and check that everything’s in order. Does your heating system work well, Mr. Byun?
Chanyeol looks at him for one or two very long seconds in which Baekhyun feels his low stomach burning. The scorching anticipation blows in pure adrenaline when the taller’s smirk widens, showing a dimple that is supposed to be cute, but somehow adds to his sexy aura. He knows he’s bringing back the memories of their first encounter. Baekhyun cannot help feeling hot all over.
“I’m sure it is, Chanyeol-ah. Thanks to you,” he murmurs. Something flashes on Chanyeol’s dark brown pupils and it’s Baekhyun’s turn to smirk. “But I wouldn’t mind a second check.”
Chanyeol’s smile looks so devilishly good that Baekhyun feels like salivating with the sole idea of what’s going to happen.
“Great, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol murmurs, and the older wants to fucking giggle when his own name, so plain and normal, sounds like heaven coming from those lips.
//
It’s not like Baekhyun can be blamed. His job doesn't allow him to have a very romantic life considering that he can spend half a day inside a plane attending to passengers. Besides, after going through a failed marriage, there wasn't much interest in diving into another relationship, being long or short, serious or just a fling.
Of course, he's had his affairs. Nothing memorable, if he has to state something. But this time is different.
He knew it the moment the taller man filled his view. How his skin tingled, how his pupils dilated and his lower stomach burned—an immediate attraction that, fortunately, was reciprocated.
Believe it or not, Baekhyun met Chanyeol because he was having problems with his kitchen sink. The taller man offered his services for an affordable price, and everything was solved in the lapse of half an hour. However, Chanyeol stayed in his apartment for more than two hours—up until now, Baekhyun still feels himself getting wet at the memory of himself getting bent over in front of the counter while Chanyeol worked wonderfully in and on his body.
Today is not different. After seven minutes of useless chat and eyes roaming everywhere, Baekhyun is leaning against the kitchen counter with his legs opened wide and Chanyeol between them, kissing his lips in a slow-motion that makes him desperate for more. Chanyeol senses this, but he doesn’t hurry; he’s taking his sweet time savouring his lips, biting the soft skin and sucking on his tongue. Baekhyun has goosebumps whenever Chanyeol’s hands put pressure on his waist, and how his thumb goes up and rubs the beginning of his breasts. They might not be very big, but Baekhyun is proud of the way Chanyeol seems to have an obsession with them.
“Hurry, p-please,” Baekhyun says once Chanyeol allows him to breathe. His naughty hands are now on his ass, massaging and teasing his hole over the fabric.
“Patience, darling,” the taller one says and Baekhyun never fails to blush at the endearment. He’s not sure if patience will be enough to tame his painful erection.
Chanyeol proceeds to kiss his neck while turning him around. Baekhyun throws his head back and lets the younger man nip at his neck. There’ll be some beautiful purple marks the next morning; not that he’s complaining though.
In between his panting and the major effort he’s making not to moan out loud, Chanyeol leaves his neck and kneels behind him. Baekhyun’s body feels so hot that he only realizes what’s happening until Chanyeol starts eating out his cunt as if it were some kind of aphrodisiac drug.
His knuckles get white by how hard he clutches the white cloth he uses to clean the kitchen, he can feel the edge of the counter burying on his belly's skin and his shorts dangling on one of his feet, but none of that matters right now as his legs tremble and put some resistance against Chanyeol's hands trying to keep them open, accessible.
"Ahh, w-wait!" he pants, not proud at all of his high-pitched voice, but at the same time he rubs his ass against Chanyeol's awaiting tongue and mouth. His body betrays him and goes completely against what his rational mind is trying to communicate. Thankfully, his pleas land on deaf ears, because Chanyeol separates his cheeks even more to have a better access.
"This pussy tastes like honey, babe" Chanyeol murmurs, and Baekhyun's face is flaming not only because of the obscenity of this all, but also because his toes curl and his hole twitches at such a dirty word. The taller one feels it on his tongue and chuckles right before licking him again. "You sure you want me to stop?"
Don't, Baekhyun wants to say. Don't you fucking dare. There's a whimper coming from him instead, because Chanyeol's fat tongue threatens to reach his prostate with how deep it feels inside him.
In Baekhyun’s hectic life, everything related to sex is usually fast and not very pleasurable. A brief high meant to relieve stress. But this younger man is making him see stars with only his tongue and lips. Baekhyun is highly anticipating what's coming next.
Chanyeol finally lets him breathe for a few golden seconds. Embarrassed, he realizes that his reddened cock has been leaking on the counter for God-knows-how-long, and he's already thinking of ways of cleaning it when Chanyeol turns him around and lets him fully stand on his shaky legs while getting up.
Bad idea. His knees almost give out, and soon the taller man has an arm wrapped around his waist. Baekhyun can't believe that after what they've done, he's still blushing as if it were his first time.
"Careful, darling" Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun is so proud of himself when Chanyeol's eyes go down his body until they stop on his breasts for the umpteenth time today.
The older one hates summers a little less today. The heat has played an important role in sticking even more his sheer blouse on his body, giving out the pretty, alluring shape of his breast and perky nipples.
"You’re always looking at them as if you were starving, darling ," he says, a smirk painted on his beautiful features. He knows how the younger one has been salivating over them, almost as if they were his favorite dessert. Baekhyun’s cock throbs while his hand reaches one of Chanyeol's hands and rubs circles over his palm. "Do you want to touch them?"
He doesn't wait for Chanyeol to answer. He leads the taller's hand up and up and up until the big hand is over his chest. Baekhyun observes every expression that Chanyeol makes. His dilated pupils, his naughty tongue licking his lower lip. Baekhyun bites his own lips when the taller one doesn't waste any more seconds and touches his perky nipple with this thumb, toying with it a few times over the sheer fabric. Baekhyun is now the one panting and almost rolling his eyes at how good it feels.
"Been a while since someone played with your tits?" Chanyeol asks, now using his two hands to lift his blouse, helping him to take it off, and set his breasts free. They jiggle the tiniest when the fabric is not over them anymore, and Baekhyun swears that he can hear Chanyeol's chest rumbling when he reaches out to touch the hot skin. Baekhyun bites his lower lip because his breasts have become more sensitive since his last pregnancy. The fact that Chanyeol’s hands are calloused due to his job just adds to the rollercoaster of feelings he’s going through.
Chanyeol plays with his breasts just for a brief moment, and Baekhyun would be whining if it weren’t for Chanyeol’s strong arms lifting him off the floor and placing him on the counter. With this, there’s no more height difference, and Baekhyun gladly opens his legs and wraps them around Chanyeol’s when the latter leans down and takes one of his nipples on his mouth.
“O-Oh my g-god!” Baekhyun screams, because Chanyeol is not only sucking his tit as if milk would come out, but with his hands he’s toying with the tip of his member and putting pressure on the base, so he won’t come. Baekhyun would adore to throw him some well-deserved insults, but his brain is too fucked up to form anything more beyond the soft moans. He goes to pull Chanyeol’s hair instead, and the younger one just hums and moans too.
“Do you have lube? Condoms?” Chanyeol asks. Baekhyun opens his eyes and blinks through the tears to look at Chanyeol’s face. He’s sweating, panting and looking as desirable as ever. Baekhyun realizes in this precise moment how much he wants to get fucked by this man until he can’t walk.
“In my room,” he answers. Chanyeol quickly nods and helps him get on his feet. After he stabilizes himself a little, he guides the younger male to his room, being awfully aware of Chanyeol’s gaze on his ass. He might sway it a bit while he walks.
It looks like Chanyeol can’t spend not even a second without touching him, and to be honest, Baekhyun is loving this too much. While searching for the lube in his drawer, he feels Chanyeol’s buff arms hugging him from behind, and he can’t help biting his lower lip when he feels the taller’s clothed cock rubbing between his asscheeks.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, mmmh? The bed’s kinda boring, don’t you think?” Baekhyun tenses and closes his eyes when Chanyeol’s low voice gets inside him and toys with his sanity. The younger’s big hands caress his thighs and open his legs, and soon Baekhyun is rubbing his cunt on Chanyeol’s clothed cock. The friction between his bare skin and the denim has him flushed and panting like a bitch in heat. Chanyeol chuckles and adds, “Can’t wait to feel this pussy around me, darling.”
Baekhyun is not very proud of his next words—he’ll probably regret them later, when the pleasure is no longer fogging his mind. Right now, he doesn’t give a fuck.
“B-Balcony, please,” he says. It comes from his deepest desires, from the bottom of his darkest fantasies. Although he’s far enough from other apartment buildings for people to distinguish his face, with a little attention and imagination everyone could see what’s happening in the balcony of his apartment. Still, Baekhyun’s horny brain decides to completely ignore that and lets himself be guided by an equally horny Chanyeol to the open space with a few flower pots and the sunlight in all its glory.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Chanyeol murmurs while he pours some of the lube on his fingers and starts prepping him. Baekhyun holds the handrail until his knuckles get white, because it’s been so long since he had other fingers besides his inside him. Chanyeol visited him for the first time around two months ago, and he hasn’t had anyone else in his bed since then. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he doesn’t think there’s anyone capable of making him feel like Chanyeol does.
Chanyeol opens him up skillfully while massaging his tits. Baekhyun drops his head and lets his damp hair cover his eyes, cheeks burning with both arousal and embarrassment for having public sex with a very hot stranger. However, the shame he could feel rapidly disappears when Chanyeol rubs his prostate with the tip of his fingers and makes him moan loudly. Baekhyun’s legs tremble because he’s about to come, but Chanyeol is quick to grab the base of his cock.
“A-Ah, fuck you, I was a-about to...!” Baekhyun whines and Chanyeol shushes with sweet and delirious kisses on his neck. Then, he whispers in his ear and gives him goosebumps once again.
“No, Baekhyun. You’ll come on my cock,” he says, and Baekhyun is a faithful believer of this.
Baekhyun is this close to cry and beg for his cock when Chanyeol finally penetrates him. He didn’t even hear when Chanyeol ripped the condom package and put it on, mind too occupied with the delicious expectation of whatever Chanyeol is going to do with his body. The smaller opens his mouth wide and no sound comes out, but his entire body trembles because Chanyeol finally lets him come. Hot, white ribbons of semen paint the ground and the handrail, but he could care less when Chanyeol grabs his waist and fucks him hard and fast.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space where they are, even though there are no walls surrounding them. Baekhyun couldn’t care less—actually, the wet sounds and the sting on his ass make him hornier. Electric shocks go through his body due to overstimulation, because Chanyeol hasn’t stopped hitting his prostate with every thrust. His big hands hold his tits and pinch his reddened nipples, twisting them too. Far from being painful, it feels so fucking good.
“F-Fuck, ahh , don’t stop p-please!” Baekhyun screams because the only thing his brain can focus on right now it’s how his hole feels so beautifully used by Chanyeol’s cock that he’s sure he’ll be gaping when this high ends. His whole body is trembling, the pleasurable shocks throb in every single nerve of his until he can’t handle it anymore and his knees give out, cock twitching again with a dry orgasm. Chanyeol stops his thrusts for a moment to hold him against his sweaty chest and then chuckles in his ear when Baekhyun still whines .
“Come on, Baekhyun. You can’t possibly think that I’m done with you, can you?” he murmurs, and Baekhyun’s spent cock twitches with interest at the promise Chanyeol is making. Then, the taller whispers in his ear “I’ll fuck so hard your insides will have the shape of my cock, babe.”
Baekhyun just adores how Chanyeol keeps his promises. He practically carries him inside, because Baekhyun’s legs aren’t able to properly hold him yet, and throws him on the bed only to manhandle him on all fours and slide inside him once again to resume the animalistic pace with all his stamina. Baekhyun’s ears ring and in his droopy eyes there are tears of pleasure that blur his vision. He grabs the blankets until his knuckles are white. Chanyeol’s hold on his waist is going to leave purple marks, but he couldn’t care less. With the last strings of strength, he tries his best to return the thrusts and add to the sloppy, smacking sound of their skin.
The smell in his room is a mixture of strawberry-flavored lube and blissful sex. Baekhyun gasps for air whenever he feels Chanyeol getting too deep inside him, feeling his cock’s shape in his lower belly. No one has ever gotten this deep. Baekhyun loves how Chanyeol easily rearranges his guts with every strong, powerful thrust. He’s even getting close to the headboard with how much he’s moving.
“ A-Ahh, ‘think I’m addicted to you,” Chanyeol growls, dark pupils almost covering his eyes. He hasn’t stopped his thrusts, but Baekhyun notices them faltering, becoming less rhythmic and more desperate. Chanyeol’s orgasm is close. “Wish I could come inside you.”
Oh, Baekhyun wants it too. No – needs it . He needs Chanyeol's cum painting his insides white and dropping from his abused hole.
"Then do it," Baekhyun breathes out. Chanyeol hears him, and momentarily pulls out and turns him around, so Baekhyun is lying on his back. Baekhyun quickly misses the meaty length abusing his reddened hole, but the thought of what’s coming is enough to have him ascending. He gulps and licks his dried lips, fingers grazing his nipples absentmindedly and making him moan. Chanyeol follows every single movement oh so carefully. Then, his hand goes down and starts playing with his hole. "Empty yourself in this pussy and fill it to the brim. I'm on the pill."
Chanyeol's eyes darken even more, and he doesn't wait any longer to take the condom off and throw it somewhere. Baekhyun can’t stop the giggles leaving his pretty lips. "Though I wouldn't mind getting bred by you, darling."
Chanyeol's moans are deep and desperate. He slides inside Baekhyun, resuming his animalistic pace as soon as the tight heat engulfs him once again.
The older one loves this view. Chanyeol with his hair sticking to his forehead, flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes fighting to stay open to see every expression on Baekhyun's face. His lips, red and swollen, are parted to gasp for air. Baekhyun wants to kiss him so bad.
He knows he's not in a better state though, and that's what he likes the most because he's sure he looks slutty enough to have those sultry eyes on him all the time.
Chanyeol comes hard inside him. Baekhyun's eyes roll back when he feels the hot cum sliding down his ass because the younger one is riding out his orgasm.
The aftermath has Baekhyun peacefully sighing and letting Chanyeol put his weight on him. Baekhyun would love to stay like this, with Chanyeol's mark dripping out of him, and with his arms around his strong shoulders. But he doesn’t really like to be all sticky with sweat.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he offers in a raspy voice that doesn't intend to sound sexy, but it does anyway. Chanyeol kisses and bites his shoulder before agreeing.
"Let's go."
In the shower, in the midst of the foggy, hot atmosphere, Baekhyun might have given Chanyeol a nice and deep blowjob, and Chanyeol might have fucked his round tits until his cum was all over Baekhyun’s pretty face.