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Chenle loves Kun like this. He’s quiet and warm and pliant, all loose limbs and small sounds from the back of his throat as Chenle slides in. His palm slides down the side of Kun’s hip, desperate for hot, smooth skin. He bites his lip as the head of his cock slips inside.
It’s very important that Chenle is very, very quiet.
There’s smog and stars outside the window — the clock on the windowsill says it’s 4 in the morning. Kun has been asleep for nearly four hours now. Chenle has been awake, waiting. His fingers have been slick with lube for over a half-hour as he opened Kun up, still sloppy from earlier today. He’d had to take a break, too excited, but it was worth waiting. His fingers are pruny but Kun squelches when Chenle pushes inside.
Kun’s breath hitches and Chenle freezes. He wants to jerk his hips, rut inside, just a little he won’t even notice it’ll feel so good, but that’s not the game.
Chenle will have plenty of time to fuck Kun’s brains out later. Right now, Chenle wants to win.
It won’t take long, anyway. The last hour has been a lesson in self-control. Feeling Kun clench around his fingers, the way his hips tilt back even when he’s asleep, completely unaware. His older boyfriend, so put together and buttoned up the neck, wanting cock so bad he’ll beg for it even in his sleep. A soft breeze could make Chenle come right now.
By the time Chenle fucks in all the way his hips are shaking, trying to keep still. Maybe that’s what does it.
Kun moans a little, all air, and his hand goes to cover Chenle's through the thin material of his pajama pants. His smile is smug, even with sand in his eyes, and Chenle’s heart plummets. “Good boy,” says Kun, pat pat.
“Fuck you,” Chenle huffs, pulling out and turning his back towards Kun. He tugs the covers firmly over his shoulders, wrenching them from Kun’s side because Kun is an asshole.
“Don’t be like that,” Kun hums. His hands slip around Chenle’s waist and Chenle feels him grind against his ass. He’s fully hard, even a little wet. The whole room smells like lube and the sheets are sweaty and damp. “You worked so hard.”
Chenle knows what Kun is going to do before the hand even snakes around his hips. “Don’t jerk me off.” But he’s so close he ruts into the closed fist anyway, Kun mouthing at his ear. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“That you’re a loser?” Kun huffs, biting Chenle’s jaw and rutting into his ass. “This is, what, the third time?”
It’s the fourth. The second time Chenle had gotten too excited and came all over Kun’s face. It had been a very fun morning afterwards. “Poor baby,” Kun croons. He slaps the side of Chenle’s cock, just hard enough to smart. “Wants to win so bad. So sad.”
“Fuck you,” Chenle says again, but it’s unintelligible through the groan as he releases over Kun’s fingers. Kun wipes come on Chenle’s shirt before prodding fingertips at his lips. Chenle opens his mouth and lets Kun smear white on his chin, tastes salt. Bitter.
“You’re such a sore loser.” Kun laughs at him, snuggling closer. “Goodnight.”
Kun drinks his tea with a grin and watches Chenle have a breakdown.
“You’re not even trying,” Chenle whines. He stabs at his rice with his chopsticks. Kun had tried to curb his fury by cooking him breakfast. It’s a nice gesture that’s completely ruined by how fucking superior Kun is about the whole thing. Unbelievable. “Is this just a game to you?”
“Yeah.” Kun sets another fried egg on Chenle’s plate. “Eat up.”
Chenle jams a piece of egg in his mouth with what he hopes is an appropriate amount of vitriol.
It’s been two months since they’d gotten drunk on cheap liquor in Ten’s house — a consistent mistake and an inevitability — and made a pinky promise in the mid-morning. All Chenle remembers from that night is the smell of cat litter and lime, the taste of cold pizza, and the look in Kun’s eyes.
First one to come inside without the other noticing wins.
Kun hasn’t tried even a single time. He laughs when Chenle tries, demeans him a little every time with cute words and a bop on the nose, but Chenle is way ahead of him in the bet. He’s still working out the kinks, but he’s getting further and further each time. What does Kun have? Nothing but blue balls and a sloppy asshole for his trouble.
It’s not like Kun doesn’t get enough out of their relationship. Chenle pays the rent and also Kun’s tuition, so Kun has all the time in the world to be Chenle’s cock sleeve if Chenle decides that’s what he wants. It’s not what he wants. He wants to fucking win. And that means Kun has to play.
“Don’t worry,” Kun tells him, sitting down at the table. There’s a dark hickey on his neck, a little bloody from the points of Chenle’s teeth. “When I win…” His grin is too wicked. “You’ll know.”
“You’ll know?” YangYang quotes, taking a sip of his drink. “That’s so ominous.” Jaemin put glitter on his eyelids, but he’s smeared it off so he has a golden streak on his cheekbone mixed with kohl. “Isn’t the point that you won’t know?”
“I don’t know, man.” Chenle waves down the bartender for another drink. “When I win I’m going to wake Kun up immediately and rub it in so hard. My little come-covered hands all over his face.” He already has his ID out and asks for another of the same before putting his head in his hands. He hears the bartender push the glass across the bar and YangYang barely stops it from sliding off.
It’s a busy night. Kun just got his Master’s and everyone is together to celebrate. If Chenle were a better boyfriend he’d be planning some artful congratulatory sex but he can’t because he’s still trying to figure out how to fuck Kun without him waking up in the middle.
(He’d sent Kun almost an entire flower shop but that won’t be here until the morning. He’s planning on being a brat until he and Kun have their own time to celebrate each other. Right now he wants to drink a respectable amount and make out whichever of their friends seems the most up for it. Tonight it’s looking like YangYang. It’s usually YangYang.)
Speaking of a respectable amount of drinking — Chenle wipes sand out of his eyes and grabs his glass, taking a huge swig and slamming it back down on the bar with a huff. “He makes me so mad.”
“He makes you horny.” YangYang swirls his drink with that stupid little umbrella. “It’s really gross to watch actually.”
“He’s so hot.”
“Stand up, dude.” YangYang looks at Chenle with disgust. “I bet if you gave him money he’d pretend to let you win.”
Chenle has thought about it. “It’s not the same,” he says mulishly.
YangYang rolls his eyes and pushes Chenle more alcohol. “Get black-out drunk and stop talking to me.”
That was the plan anyway, but as the night goes on Chenle quickly finds himself much more drunk than he thought he’d be. He tries to remember what he’s eaten today, but it’s hard to concentrate on much of anything. Once he’s finished his drink with YangYang there’s another one pushed into his hands and the lights are starting to fog together. His thoughts mesh together like tangled strings. He thinks he starts dancing on a table. He can’t remember whether he makes out with Donghyuck or not; he thinks he tries to. He thinks Donghyuck might be the one to pull him down from the table and Chenle meets his chest face-first.
“You okay, man?” Donghyuck asks, before yelling over his shoulder — someone go find Kun.
“Sleepy,” Chenle slurs into YangYang’s shoulder. “Gotta piss. Need to…fuck Kun…and go to bed…”
Chenle doesn’t hear Donghyuck’s response (probably for the best) before he does what YangYang told him to do and blacks out.
“Are you sure you’ve got him?” Donghyuck says worriedly, helping Chenle into the car. Chenle is out of it, hanging heavy between their arms.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll look after him.” Kun grins and tries not to look too feral. It’s been such a good day. His graduation, all of his friends around, and now this. “Thanks for coming to get me.”
When Kun starts off for home, his phone dings. It’s a text from YangYang.
It was only supposed to be thirty dollars, but YangYang had started sweating the second he saw the bouncer and Kun suspects that’s why he raised his price. It doesn’t matter. It’s Chenle’s money anyway. He’d slipped it into Kun’s pocket when they left for the bar as an incentive to wear something pretty. Kun hadn’t bothered, but it’s not like Chenle knows.
By the time they pull into their parking lot, Chenle is completely useless. He’s a ragdoll in the backseat, his cheeks flushed and sweat cooled on his neck. He smells like gin and grenadine. Kun inhales in the crease of his shoulder while he wrestles Chenle out of the car.
It’s a really good day.
“Chenle,” Kun coos, wrapping his boyfriend’s lax arms around his neck. “Chenle, sweetie, are you in there?”
Chenle makes a strange sound, slow and garbled in the back of his throat. His arms don’t grip at all. Kun has him slung over his back and carries him inside. Chenle’s drooling on his shoulder by the time Kun steps them both out the elevator.
Kun hasn’t had anything to drink at all. Everyone had tried to talk him into it, but he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labor in full. He tosses Chenle’s body onto the bed and watches it bounce. Just a pretty boy, all loose and useless, disheveled in his bar clothes. There’s blush on his cheeks. Drool on his chin. When Kun lifts his eyelid his eye looks unfocused, blank.
“YangYang deserves that fifty.” Kun traces the curve of Chenle’s jaw with his finger. “You’re so pretty like this — and quiet.” He clutches Chenle’s jaw so his mouth falls open and wipes spit along his lip with a thumb. “Just something to fuck…you’re perfect.” His hand comes down to Chenle’s chest and hooks in the collar. With a harsh jerk the buttons pop. Kun hears one of them clatter against the floorboards. “Just something slipped into your drink and you’re perfect.”
He lifts one of Chenle’s hands and lets it flop against the mattress. He smooths his hands over Chenle’s chest, over his nipples, tugs them cruelly. There’s no response. Kun’s cock grows harder in his pants and he ruts into Chenle’s thigh. “Just a doll, huh?”
Chenle would be talking shit by now if he were awake. Kun hooks his fingers in Chenle’s waistband and pulls down his pants and boxers in a single motion. Chenle’s flaccid, tiny and brown against his white thighs. There’s a bruise there from Kun this morning, angry red. He digs his nails into it now. He runs his hands through Chenle’s pubic hair and watches that cock twitch.
Kun can’t believe he’s doing this. He can’t believe he managed to pull it off — shut Chenle up, play dirty, win — but the fact that Chenle is soft and it doesn’t matter makes something sweet and rancid build in Kun’s stomach. He deserves this. He’s worked hard for this.
“My graduation present, hmm?” Kun hooks his hands under Chenle’s thighs and folds him in half. “A quiet boyfriend, a full-size cocksleeve.” Kun thrusts against Chenle’s hole, pants chafing. Pressing forward with his body, he opens Chenle’s shirt the rest of the way until his boyfriend is bare. It’s the first time he’s been completely at Kun’s mercy and Kun hasn’t even taken his clothes off. He pulls out his cock and gives it a lazy stoke.
There’s lube in the bedside table, half-empty, and Kun pours too much into the crease of Chenle’s hip. It drips onto the sheet and Kun laughs under his breath, dragging his cold fingertips through and down to Chenle’s opening. Chenle is a good boy to the core — his hole flutters against Kun’s touch, and Kun opens him up without any trouble. “Why are you so terrible to me all the time?” Kun demands, leaning forward again to bite at Chenle’s ear. “You make things so hard for me. We both know you’re good. Look at this.” He pushes in another finger, and another, and he’s up to three in a matter of moments. Chenle can’t complain about it. Kun uses his free hand to brush Chenle’s hair out of his face and finds Chenle breathing hard. “You want me to take advantage of you, hmm? Asked me for it. Bet me on it, even.”
It’s making Kun crazy. A single push and Chenle’s legs are splayed open. Kun tugs his shirt over his head by the collar, smearing lube on the collar, and pushes his pants down around his knees.
“You really thought you were gonna win.” Kun laughs, slicking up his cock. Chenle’s still soft, now sticky with slick, and there’s the smallest tinge of delicious guilt when Kun lines up and pushes inside. “You’re not mean enough to win against me.” His cute, stupid boyfriend, too weak to think about doing something like this. It’s terrible. This is terrible. It’s hot and wet and Kun grabs Chenle’s thighs and tugs his body so hard it smacks against Kun’s hips. “You think you control me but look at you now. You’re mine and you don’t even know.”
Kun’s going to fucking win. He’s got dirt on his hands and it’s brutal and brilliant and it makes everything brighter. Harsher. He rolls his hips in a circle against Chenle’s ass, as deep as he can get. He groans. It sounds like an animal, even in his own ears. Just an animal fucking anything he can get his hands on. A hole, any warm body. This stupid doll shaped like a person that’s completely at Kun’s mercy.
He growls and pulls Chenle into his arms by his hair and slams him up against the headboard.
Chenle’s dick is starting to flush now, chubbed up against Kun’s hip. Kun pushes against Chenle’s stomach and bites down too hard on his neck, hips working too frantically. Kun’s tongue tastes copper and lube and salt. His fist circles the base of Chenle’s cock until it starts to flag again. “None of that,” Kun says, presses kisses against Chenle’s lax jaw. “Just me.”
The hand against Chenle’s stomach does more than Kun intended. Chenle is held up against Kun’s chest, rocking back and forth with Kun’s thrusts, and Kun feels something hot on his stomach. At first he thinks Chenle came somehow, but when he pulls back and sees Chenle’s head loll back against the wall he realizes what happened. He laughs. “You pissed yourself.” He laughs harder, cock twitching inside. “You pissed all over yourself.”
The sheets under their hips are already twisted into ruins, but now they’re soaked through and too warm. Slick and piss drip over Chenle’s thighs, pooling between them. He’s still got drool on his chin. There’s glitter on his shoulders from the bar. The knees of Kun’s pants are soiled, ruined.
Kun can’t help himself. He pulls out, replacing his dick with his fingers and pushes his pants the rest of the way off, digging through his pockets for his phone. It takes a try or two (Kun’s so wired he’s shaking, his hands are shaking) but he opens his camera and snaps a photograph before he really considers it.
He slides it over to video and hopes it picks up the sick squelch as Kun pulls his fingers out of Chenle. “You’re so disgusting,” Kun whispers, the camera roaming slow over Chenle’s face and down, down, down to the mess he’s made. Chenle’s relaxed, his hole open. “I hope you’re embarrassed. So messy but at least you’re fucking quiet.” Kun lines up again, fingers splaying delicately over Chenle’s knees. He watches himself push inside through the view on the camera. He groans, flashing a look up to Chenle’s face and finding him none the wiser. He fucks up, a little harder, the view jerking with the force, and Chenle mumbles something like he’s lost in a dream.
With something feral growling in his chest Kun rubs lube and pre-come and piss all over Chenle’s bare chest before raking his nails down, angry red. “Maybe I should invite someone else to come over and fuck you, too,” he thinks aloud. “You wouldn’t even know. I could leave you ass up in the street for whoever wants you and you wouldn’t even know.” He presses his face back into Chenle’s shoulder and breathes deep. “But I wouldn’t do that. You’re gross enough as you are.” He leans back and films himself fucking inside. It’s sloppy and loud. Too much slick and Chenle is so open.
Kun should do this again. He was planning on telling Chenle what happened but maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll just do it again and again until Chenle is fat with come and can’t remember a thing.
He still has at least eight hours to decide.
Kun catches the first time he comes inside on camera. He has a finger pushing inside Chenle’s rim, so loose and willing, and he thinks about the fact that he’s fucking won and his hands shake the camera as he groans long and low. It rolls over everything like an earthquake, and Kun’s breathing so hard as he pulls out and watches come dribble out of Chenle’s ass.
It’s a beautiful view. Chenle’s lower half is slick and shining and Kun rubs his come into Chenle’s skin. He looks back at Chenle’s face and finds nothing, just more drool out of the corner of his mouth, and Kun knows he took the steps Chenle never imagined he would.
“I win,” he says out loud before turning off the video.
Chenle wakes up and feels the worst he’s ever felt in his life. His head aches and his stomach is churning like he swallowed acid. He’s sluggish and foggy and disgusting. His skin sticks when he raises his hand to wipe his eyes and he smells awful. Not just bar night awful, but truly rancid. He smells like alcohol and human and sweat and a dark alley. His body hurts. When he tries to sit up, the sheets move with him, stuck to his body. They’re damp and twisted around his legs.
Kun is standing in the doorway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his arms crossed over his chest. He looks pristine, that asshole, and Chenle flops back against the bed.
“You fucker,” Chenle hisses. His throat is dry as fuck. He wants to scream, he's so mad.
“I told you you’d know,” Kun says with a laugh, walking back into the bathroom. He’s back before Chenle has managed to get upright again. His limbs still feel heavy.
“What did you do?” Chenle asks, rolling over onto his stomach. God, even his pillow smells back. His ass aches, and he whimpers when Kun stands beside the mattress and jams his fingers past his rim without warning. The sound it makes is vile and Chenle’s cheeks flush red. He can feel something leaking even before Kun starts scooping it out. Chenle’s legs twitch. His hole feels raw.
“I won so many times,” Kun says smugly, leaning in his whisper it into Chenle’s ear, and Chenle closes his eyes tight trying not to fuck back onto Kun’s fingers. “Four times, and I even woke up early this morning and won again.” He laughs. It sounds kind of mean. Chenle can feel himself growing harder against the mattress. Kun’s thumb is rubbing circles against his perineum and he can feel how gross his skin is. “I thought you came too but instead you just pissed all over me like a baby.”
Chenle jerks into the sheets, clenching around Kun’s fingers. More come drips out. His teeth grind.
“I’d fuck you again but I just showered,” Kun says dismissively, his nose wrinkling, and Chenle just ruts against the mattress again. “I can show you something nice, though.” Kun doesn’t remove his fingers as he looks for his phone, his hand pumping into Chenle almost idly. He presses play and shows Chenle the video.
Chenle looks like a doll. You’re so disgusting. He feels tears pricking at his eyes. I hope you’re embarrassed. He’s fully hard now. Kun fucking him with his fingers isn’t helping.
“I thought you might like proof,” Kun notes, turning the phone around and watching himself plow into Chenle. He sounds almost clinically. “I took a few more, just for me.” He sets his phone on the side table and reached over to hold Chenle by the chin. “Are you crying?” he asks with a laugh.
“No,” Chenle says, rocking back on Kun’s fingers and burying his face into the dirty pillow as best he can.
Kun wipes a tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry. You were pretty good for me last night. So pliant.”
Chenle’s hips shake.
“I even sent the video to someone to show how good you were. I couldn’t believe it.”
Chenle screams into the pillow and Kun crooks his fingers against his prostate with practiced ease.
“I should have known losing would make you such a bitch.” Kun hums, cooing, and pushes in with another finger. Chenle doesn't know how many. He doesn’t care. He’s sloppy and full and leaking and open and Kun is so fucking mean.
He shudders with his release, as quiet as he’s ever been through the white-out, and when he comes too he’s still heavy but Kun is rubbing his back and pressing kisses against his face. “Good morning,” he says groggily, and Kun starts laughing again.
“Good morning.” He kisses Chenle’s cheek, his nose, his mouth, and his smile is still smug, still wicked, but it’s so fond. “You’re gross.”
Chenle hums, grabbing the arm rubbing his back and curling around it like a child. “Feel gross.”
“Food or shower?”
“Mmm, food.”
Kun wrinkles his nose. “Figures.” He leaves Chenle with another kiss and makes his way to the bedroom door. “I’ll get it started. Don’t fall back asleep.”
“Okay.” Chenle pulls the comforter up to his neck. Drowsily, he waits until he hears Kun enter the front room.
“What’s all this?” he hears Kun demand. “Why are there so many fucking flowers?”
Chenle grins and falls back asleep.