Final (1/1)
So maybe Kyungsoo shouldn't have had that extra vodka and coke- No, scratch that, he really shouldn’t have. Because now, unlike his usual self, he is grinding his round ass on this random dude’s crotch, on the dance floor, in front of his fellow students. It’s the start of the new year, college has begun again, and like always, Kyungsoo finds himself on the dancefloor before he can get through the first week. He went willingly, so he really can’t blame anyone. He has forced a handful of drinks into him, and flirted with others in the club to get himself another few drinks. He couldn’t help it. He’s just in that mood, and had a confident side to him that came out when he was drunk. Of course he would use it to his advantage. So, instead of being the mature man he usually is (a side of him that was cursing like mad because he was suppose to be up and early to meet his new housemate tomorrow) he went out, and then went all out. Which leads us to this very moment. Kyungsoo, wearing these perfectly fitted leather jeans Baekhyun had lent him, leans back against the man, his hands reaching above him and his fingers threading through the other’s hair. The song is just right, practically telling Kyungsoo to have a good time. So why the hell not? And how can he deny the tall man behind him who’s just as interested? Both of them sway, Kyungsoo purposely pressing his ass against the man’s front to the beat. He can hear the man groan in his hair, where soft lips every so often graze the shell of his ear. Big hands grip his hips possessively, fingertips slipping under his shirt and touching his skin. Kyungsoo may not have been the strongest dancer, but he sure knows how to move his hips. Releasing his inner Rihanna (Baekhyun constantly watching that stupid music video of hers may have actually been a blessing), Kyungsoo lets himself go and relishes just how perfect he and the other fit together. Granted, he can’t even remember what the other looks like, except that he was hot at first glance, with big eyes and ears to match. His hands were now tangled in the man’s silver hair, and he leans his head back on the other’s shoulder. The taller man must’ve thought this was an invitation, lips trailing up and down Kyungsoo’s exposed neck, daring to place a kiss on his shoulder when Kyungsoo moves to the song. The hands that were exploring Kyungsoo’s stomach now tug at his belt, pulling him close, with no means of escape. But Kyungsoo has no plans for escaping. Instead, he wants to fall in head first. Within seconds, Kyungsoo takes ahold of the hands that grip him, pulling them away from his hips and spins around, finally getting a good look at the man towering above him. He is right: the man is really good looking, both sexy and cute and he doesn’t get how that contradiction works, but he’s not complaining. He drops the guy’s hands, letting them fall back to his hips. His own hands reach for the other’s shoulders, fingers locking at the back of his neck. “I want you so bad~” The man smiles (and oh God does it go straight to the pit of Kyungsoo’s stomach) and he leans down, nose pressed against his temple. “Say that again, babe.” Oh fuck his voice is deep. “I want you so bad~” Kyungsoo bites his lips, watching the other’s reaction, and is congratulating himself mentally when he notices the grip on his hips tighten. “Do you now?” he says smugly, fingers again creeping under the hem of Kyungsoo’s shirt and skimming across his smooth skin. He shivers against him, just as the other lets a blunt nail graze the small of his back. “How bad do you want me?” He says, mouth pressed against his ear as the music blares through the room, the pounding of the beat matching Kyungsoo’s own racing heart. He leans against the man, batting his not-so innocent eyes at him before his mouth touches the other’s ears. “If the hard on pressing against your thigh is enough of an indicator, find me~” The smaller man pulls himself away slowly from the other, eyes half lidded as he makes his way out of the dance floor, turning his back on the man and disappearing from his sight. ~~~ Kyungsoo makes his way towards the table he and Baekhyun had taken for the night, only to find his flat mate is a little too busy with his new boyfriend. The man has recently dyed his black locks red, and has tied his long hair up in a ponytail, strands skimming the back of his neck. As if the purple and blue hickies decorating his neck every week weren't enough colour to add to his wardrobe. Kyungsoo sits next to the couple (where Baekhyun is practically humping his boyfriend), stealing a sip of their drinks as he scans the crowd for the tall, silver-haired stranger. He tries ignoring the moans coming from Baekhyun as he eyes the dance floor, unable to find the giant man. Maybe he wasn’t interested- A hand suddenly lands on his thigh, squeezing it a little before rubbing up and down. Kyungsoo regrets being a little turned on before sitting down, because the heat from the other’s palm alone is making him harder. “Hey Kyung~” Baekhyun sing sang, finally detaching himself from his partner and now evading Kyungsoo’s space. He refuses to move his hand from Kyungsoo’s leg. “I’m feeling awfully lonely tonight-” “Baekhyun, your boyfriend is right there-” “Ah Sehun wouldn’t mind,” he jokes, kissing said person before getting off of his lap and settling in between the two. “I’ve seen his porn history: he’s got a thing for having more than one person in bed-” “Baek-Hyung~” The other moans, hiding his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. “Way to go and make me look like such a creep in front of Kyungsoo -” “Trust me Sehun,” Kyungsoo pipes, “the biggest creep here is Baekhyun and if I know him well enough, he probably wants a gang bang more than you do-” “Shut the hell up Kyung.” Sehun and Kyungsoo laugh at the pouting diva beside them. Kyungsoo had seen Sehun and Baekhyun happening for a long time, even if he hadn’t met the younger man until they were official. But after the first few meet ups, Kyungsoo had grown a liking to the other and was happy to think he had another ally when it came to pissing off Baekhyun. “By the way, is there a particular reason why that Yoda-Guy is eye fucking you right now?” The man frowns at his friend. “Yoda?” “You know, the alien-whatchamacallit thing from Star Trek, he’s like a little goblin-” “That's Star Wars, Baek-” Sehun replies, offended. “Like that even matters Sehun-” “No, no,” Kyungsoo interrupts, “I know who Yoda is-” “That sort of mistake starts fights against fandoms-” “I was just trying to tell Kyungsoo what the dude reminds me of, jeez. They're all the same thing anyways. All the peu peu, light-up swords, teleporting around and space stuff-” “Star Wars and Star Trek are two very different things, Baek-” “Yeah, and yet they both defy the laws of gravity when their ships are hit and they just ‘fall’ in space!? Sehun, that already is an offence to science if they can’t even get the fact there is no gravity in space -” Kyungsoo downs the rest of their glasses as Sehun and Baekhyun fight over space and Star-whatever it's called. He’ll have to be out-cold when they get home anyways. There were too many times he’s heard Baekhyun moaning Harder in the middle of the night. “Well, whatever it is, it's the one with that Yoda thing, the robe-wearing gremlin with big ears-” Kyungsoo would’ve almost been insulted with the idea of a Yoda-looking-guy creeping on him. But the minute Baekhyun had mentioned big ears, Kyungsoo knew exactly who he was on about. Scanning the room again, he spots the man at the bar, right across the room from them. He stares right back, eyebrow rising as the other takes a sip from his drink. But it seems like he hasn’t realised Kyungsoo has in fact caught him and his creepy staring. Baekhyun, being the annoying drunk he usually is, refuses to let this opportunity go and takes Kyungsoo’s chin, kissing him right there and then. The other’s large eyes widen and he spits his drink out, the liquid flowing through the cracks in his fingers when he tries to stop himself from destroying the man next to him. “Woah Kyungsoo, you sure know how to pick ‘em.” “Fucking hell Baek, was that necessary?” he bites, wiping his mouth and shuddering to the idea that Baekhyun could’ve possibly had his mouth somewhere on Sehun that wasn’t his lips. The three men watch on as the man coughs like mad, banging his chest while a bartender hands him a cloth, unimpressed with the other making a mess on the counter. “Eh, we got a reaction, didn’t we?” “Yeah, but now he’s going to think I’m part of some three-way relationship.” “Your fucking point.” Byun Baekhyun at his finest. “It's up to him if he's up for a night though. I left him half hard so if he needs me, he knows where I am.” “Who is he?” Sehun questions, kissing the top of Baekhyun's head. “Haven’t a clue,” he replies, looking at the tall blushing man in amusement. “Like that matters when it comes to hook ups.” “Well you can always join us if you're feeling needy tonight-” “Baek, I'm not having a threesome with you and Sehun-” “Well, I actually meant for after-night out takeaway but I guess we can have a different kind of three-in-one if you'd like to~” Jesus, Mary and Joseph- ~~~ Kyungsoo is getting himself another drink (could've possibly been his twelfth, he had lost count) when he feels someone slide next to him. “I thought I'd never get you alone again. Your friend seems very protective of you.” Kyungsoo watches the bartender tending to the other customers drinks, purposely not looking at the familiar face beside him. “If by protective, you mean ‘my friend here is ready, legs open wide and I'm willing to join’, then yes, yes he is.” The other laughs, a loud boisterous laugh that shook the very core of Kyungsoo's body. It wasn't even a funny joke, but the man is slapping the countertop anyways. He has an awful laughing face but Kyungsoo forgives him because damn his hands are huge. “I don’t mean to be rude,” the other says once his laughing fit has stopped, “but you wouldn’t mind me stealing your attention for a while, would you? I don’t wanna be taking you from friends if this was a designated friends-night-out.” Kyungsoo takes a quick peek over his shoulder, noticing how the two were eating each other’s faces off while Baekhyun’s hands were in Sehun’s pants and fondling his perky ass cheeks. “I’m sure they’ll be ok if I disappeared for a while,” he sniggers, turning around to give the other a cheeky smile, “or for the whole night.” He notices how the other’s eyes twitch slightly, but they go back to being half lidded, and looking Kyungsoo up and down for the nth time this night. Not that Kyungsoo is against that. “I’m Kyungsoo,” he starts, finally getting the attention of a bartender and ordering a drink. He and the other sit down on the barstools, knowing the booth Kyungsoo had occupied is probably stained with more than just a spilt drink. “And you are-.” “The reason you’ll be screaming tonight.” Kyungsoo was not expecting that though. Chanyeol does a retake, covering his mouth. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” Kyungsoo tries holding back his smile. “ You may have-” “My name’s Chanyeol. Should've started with that.” “Maybe you should’ve,” Kyungsoo teases, “you’ve set a high bar for yourself now.” The friendly glint in Chanyeol’s eyes disappears, replaced with a grin that Kyungsoo knows means more. He leans over, lips catching the tip of Kyungsoo’s ear. “I’d like to think I can easily meet those expectations,” He whispers. Kyungsoo rests his head in palm, elbow on the counter. “You make it sound so easy, getting into my pants.” “I don't see the harm in being positive,” and Kyungsoo can tell there's a goofy but playful side to the man. It's cute really. The fact the guy probably has a cock big enough to be called moby dick says a lot. “Don't take this the wrong way, but getting into your pants would be a big achievement for me. I don't like them easy.” “Oh, so now we are slut shaming,” Kyungsoo sings, taking a big sip of his drink. “Eh, I didn't say sluts were bad!” “But you're saying they're inferior to me, because I'm a ‘challenge’.” “Ok, now you're twisting my words, babe-” Kyungsoo can't help but quirk his lips when Chanyeol says it. But there’s a ring to it that he likes. “'Babe'?” “Well, like,” Chanyeol says bashfully, scratching the back of his head, “I mean you weren't complaining on the dance floor, I just guessed you were ok with it, maybe I stepped out of line? Look, I apologise I don't mean to be so forward-” “Chanyeol-” “I know come off as like super confident, but I just have moments when I’m like this. But I swear I’m actually kinda nice-if you don’t count my light-weightness-” “Chanyeol!” “Kyungsoo, I would like to say sorry for assuming you’d be ok with it, and I really don’t mind taking it back, or leaving you if you rather that, I just-mmppfhh!!-” He really hates interrupting people but Chanyeol's rant needed to be stopped, and a drunk Kyungsoo knew exactly what to do. So he shuts him up with his lips. The first meeting of lips is brief, Kyungsoo pulling back just as quickly. Chanyeol is shocked into silence, watching Kyungsoo lick his lips. “You have shit choice in drinks,” he says, wiping the corner of his lip. That wakes up Chanyeol, and there’s a change in his eyes when he gets off his chair, closing the distance between them and hands reaching out to cradle his face, pressing their foreheads together. He could feel the other's breath fanning across his mouth, and Kyungsoo's tempted to just lick the other’s lips and replace the awful hints of beer with the sweetness of his own drink. “Can I-” “I thought my invitation was clear-” And Chanyeol doesn't hold back. Chanyeol is now sure of his actions, planting his lips on Kyungsoo's with much aggression. It's all tongue and teeth, hands grabbing at anything that can pull their bodies closer. Kyungsoo goes for his hair, tangling his fingers with the strands that lay at the nape of his neck. Chanyeol’s own hands travel down, grabbing Kyungsoo's soft hips. He squeezes them, thumbs pressing into his skin, and Kyungsoo honestly wished they were somewhere a lot more private. He moans straight into the other’s mouth, in which Chanyeol gladly swallows up with more kisses. Chanyeol spreads Kyungsoo’s legs more, fitting right in between his thighs. His large hands hook under his knees and sits them on his own hips, still kissing the life out of Kyungsoo. Thighs tighten around his narrows waist and ankles hook behind his legs. Kyungsoo doesn't plan on letting him go tonight. He is a biter, and it's evident in the way he sucks on Kyungsoo’s plump lips, only to take it between his teeth and pull it out, feeling it slip out of his grip and bounce back. Kyungsoo knows he has gorgeous lips, delectable ones at that. So he doesn't blame Chanyeol for paying a lot attention to them. Both their crotches press each other, and Kyungsoo can feel a prominent hard on graze against his. He grabs a hold of Chanyeol's belt, pulling him closer till their chests touch. This only moves Chanyeol's kisses to his neck, immediately marking his skin. His teeth are eager to make their presence known, biting the junction of his shoulder. Kyungsoo groans incredibly loud, pushing Chanyeol's face further into his neck while his chin rests on the other’’s shoulders. His glazed eyes quickly scan what's behind them. However it is a mistake on his part as his attention is caught by none other than gaping yet proud-looking Baekhyun. The man is cheering him on from a distance, distracting Kyungsoo from the wonderful treatment his neck is getting. The man is frowning and flipping him off till Chanyeol nips at his earlobe, pulling him back from his stupid ass friend’s antics. Get in there, Baekhyun mouths enthusiastically, making a ring with one hand and fingers from his other hand poking into it. He is quickly dragged away by Sehun (Kyungsoo's new saviour) and goes back to concentrating on kissing. Kyungsoo feels it's time for him to return the favour, turning his own head in and his lips meet Chanyeol’s neck. His skin is unmarked and smooth and it only coaxes Kyungsoo change that. Pulling the man even closer into him, he starts kissing the other’s jaw line, tilting his head and giving him better access. The smaller man lets his mouth move closer to Chanyeol's adam's apple, about to bite down till he’s pushed away. They are now arm's length apart, two of Chanyeol's big hands sitting on his shoulders. And if he weren't so dazed from making out, Kyungsoo would be close to telling him off till he sees a concerned look on Chanyeol's face. “Hey, are you ok?” “I-,” he stammers, looking anywhere but at him. “OK, if I was being honest, I didn't think I’d even get this far with anyone, let alone someone as hot as you, tonight.” If his face wasn't already flushed from dancing, Kyungsoo would certainly turned red with a comment like that. “Why is that?” The taller man suddenly grows shy, unable to keep eye contact even though he keeps his head high. He is biting his already swollen lips (courtesy of Kyungsoo) and though he is sitting straight, Kyungsoo can still feel a bit of uncertainty radiating off him. “I just- I talk wildly, which is why avoided conversing with you. There was no point building up a great conversation, only to make a fool out of myself when I do go for it- it being sex, no point hiding that from you- and realise you’re actually not interested.” Surprised would be an understatement for what Kyungsoo is. He doesn't remember showing any signs of rejection toward the other. If anything, he's actually thrown himself at the man. The guy’s politeness is adorable, the only word he can use to describe his shyness. Thankfully, Kyungsoo is always forward with anything he wants, especially when it came to things like this: sex and everything that goes underneath it. He never half-asses with flirting, and there’s no denying the fact that he would gladly sleep with the other man. He's going the extra mile tonight, selling himself for the cost of a good night. Raising an eyebrow, Kyungsoo leans back, spreading his legs a bit to where the other can get a good outline of a half-hard cock. “Remember when I said something about a certain boner being hard? And me not once ever pushing you away? What more of a sign do you need?” Kyungsoo is just too horny for the other- Chanyeol- to care if anyone sees, but the hand that rests at the top of his thigh now dips in between his crotch and inner thigh, digging his palm in and pushing the fabric down. It’s dark in the room but there’s no chance Chanyeol could not see the outline of his boner. “I think we both have a problem we need fixing, and I don’t plan on leaving without having a solution to them.” He confirms his interests even more by groping himself in front of the man, moaning and biting his lips. Titling his head back, he hisses through his teeth as he presses down on his crotch, looking Chanyeol straight in the eyes. “And I can safely say I don’t plan on saying ‘no’ anytime soon,” he says, ending his sentence with a cute wink. It’s safe to say Chanyeol couldn’t keep his hands off him for the rest of the night. Or his lips. ~~~ Kyungsoo barely has time to tell where the taxi driver should take them when Chanyeol is attacking his lips again. Chanyeol is one of the messiest kissers Kyungsoo's ever experienced. There is tongue everywhere, he can feel his chin is soaked with their saliva, and it’s just a battle of tongue vs tongue: Whose is stronger, who’s brave enough to taste every crevice of each other’s mouth. Even if Chanyeol is less experience with kissing, his hands make up for it, roaming the curves of Kyungsoo’s body as if he already knew how his body is mapped out. Even with the seat belts on, Chanyeol manages to pull Kyungsoo close and have him in his grasp. He has one of Kyungsoo’s legs locked between his long lean ones, forcing Kyungsoo curl into him. And though it's slightly uncomfortable, Chanyeol’s gifted hands make the whole position worth it. It just as passionate as it was in the club, the loud breaths Chanyeol takes through his nose while Kyungsoo moans from the back of his throat. He can hear the taxi driver grunt in disapproval but he really doesn’t care, not with Chanyeol's wide spread hand cupping his ass cheek and groping it every time their lips part. He keeps a tight grip on the other’s soft hair, almost pulling the looks out of their roots as Chanyeol bites down on his bottom lip. Kyungsoo is so lost in the sensations, he doesn’t even register the fact the car has stopped, a grumpy driver looking back at the couple, and telling them to pay up. Chanyeol, suddenly shy and flustered, reaches quickly into his pocket, giving a little too much than what the man is charging. But before Kyungsoo can even point it out, he’s being dragged out of the car. He’s still fuzzy, even if it's been awhile since he’s drank something, so he lets the stronger man take him out of the taxi. He remembers it is he that needs to get them to their destination, so he leads the taller towards the entrance, taking out his keys while almost running to the entrance of the apartment block. Chanyeol is close behind, hand on his lower back and making sure Kyungsoo is steady. If he were sober enough, he would've appreciated this small but caring gesture. Finally finding the right apartment block, he opens the entrance with his keys and walks to the elevator, pressing the button several times before Chanyeol stops him. “Impatient, aren't we?” He said with a smirk. Kyungsoo lives up to his impatient nature, tugging the man down till he crashed their lips together again, leaning against the elevator door. Chanyeol complies, pulling Kyungsoo's hands away and pressing them against the door. The smaller male whines, unable to move his grabby hands and Chanyeol just takes the opportunity to explore Kyungsoo's neck. A warm tongue plays with his ear lobe and if he weren't so desperate for him, Kyungsoo would've squirmed with the idea of any one licking his ear because why the fuck would you lick someone's ear- All of a sudden, there is a gust of wind and the door behind them opens. Kyungsoo makes a very manly yelp (well he likes to hope it was manly) while the other yells at the top of his lungs, both their voices echoing in the elevator shaft as they both fall into the elevator and crash onto the floor. It's all tangled limbs and pain. Kyungsoo is lucky the man on him hadn't let his whole weight land on his small structure, for there is no exaggeration in saying the taller would've crushed him. Both wincing in pain, the two scramble to get up, helping each other and patting down any dirt of their clothes. “You ok, Soo?” Kyungsoo is a little shocked if he's honest, as the other seemed to be already comfortable in giving him a nickname. He looks up, surprised to find the other genuinely worried for him. “I'm fine, really-” he answers, pressing the button to take them up to his floor. Chanyeol relaxes after that, pressing Kyungsoo against the wall of the elevator gently and kissing his temple. “Good, because I'm not-” His shy side disappears, because Kyungsoo is already left breathless due to the other claiming his lips. Their noses are pressed against their cheeks, and Chanyeol has a hand wrapped around his neck, his thumb rubbing the corner of his jaw. Kyungsoo can feel himself grow even harder, and he decides to take things a little further, reaching down to grope the other’s front. Chanyeol groans into their kiss, letting Kyungsoo take control of the situation, tasting the top of the other’s palette and then sucking on his tongue. The doors open all too soon, and Kyungsoo is way too into their kissing to want to go just yet. Chanyeol solves both their problems, gripping the back of Kyungsoo's thighs and letting them wrap around his hips. Without their lips parting, he takes them out of the elevator, only to push them onto a nearby wall. “Where's your place?” Kyungsoo catches his breath first, closing his eyes because he's a little embarrassed to be so riled up so soon. “Babe you need to tell me now because I’m very close to just taking you in this hallway if we don't move now.” I really wouldn't mind at this rate- “Down the hall, and it's the second door on our right.” Kyungsoo loosens his legs around Chanyeol and slips out of his grasp, walking quickly towards his flat, an eager Chanyeol following close behind. He hopes to God Baekhyun isn't home yet, or worse, that he and Sehun are there already at it. He wants the place to himself tonight, so he wouldn't need to keep things quiet. Because he had a niggling feeling Chanyeol isn't one for keeping it on the down low. Taking out his key card, he swipes his key against the card reader and leads them into his flat. It's a nice one, he's lucky the college had one of the best student accommodations around. It’s be a shame that he now needs to share it with another person by tomorrow (as if having Baekhyun wasn't enough company). The minute the door shuts, Chanyeol is on him, pushing him into the room until they land on the couch, Kyungsoo falling over the armrest while Chanyeol follows. “I’m going to make you feel real damn good tonight Soo-” Another wave of heat rushes down to Kyungsoo's cock. “That a promise?” Chanyeol just smirks, rutting against the obvious tent in Kyungsoo's pants as his answer. He arches off the couch, shocked that the other can move his hips like that and deliciously against his. (Did he just use the word delicious to describe a stranger humping him?-) “And I always keep my promises~” (Being horny makes you think of the weirdest things.) Chanyeol lifts Kyungsoo off the couch, taking off the other’s shirt and immediately attacked his collarbones. His hands just can't get enough of his waist, hands running up and down his thighs and squeezing any soft part of Kyungsoo's body. The smaller man is just drowning in the attention. The sounds he makes encourages Chanyeol to keep going, whose lips are now glistening and swollen. Kyungsoo pulls Chanyeol's face back to his, pushing his tongue into the other's mouth. His legs have trapped the man, ankles locking together and resting at the small of the taller man’s back. Their fronts are still brushing off each other and there’s just a string of swear words coming from Kyungsoo's mouth when it becomes all too much. “M-my room. Now-” “But I’m having so much fun right here.”