[M] 29 (1/1)

FINALLY! Warning: This contains adult contents. Be warned. Read at your own risk. I know I've been gone long and I thank all who have patiently waited for this, I owe you guys my strength to write! -sobs- Mixed feelings here.  Those who decides to read, do enjoy....? Ehem, yeah (My first time attempting a bed scene. I refuse to call it smut lawl~)                  “Make love to me, Wu Yi Fan”                Kris lost it. His slow and careful kisses onto Chanyeol’s neck became more – rough bites and painful pleasures to Chanyeol. His hands wandered all over Chanyeol’s overheated body, exploring and caressing. He could feel Chanyeol’s quick brushes on his hair...his neck...his back...his arms...his chest.                He shuddered at those feathery touches. Chanyeol didn’t know the things he did to Kris’s body. In his lust and desire-ridden mind, all he could think of was to take Chanyeol and marked his wife as his - there and now. He exhaled heavily and his lips lapped down to Chanyeol’s pale chest while his hands, as if having minds of their own, glided up and down Chanyeol’s thin and shivering thighs, liking the smooth expanse of skin.                All mine, his mind growled.                Chanyeol’s senses tingled with Kris’s dominating presense – his scent, his touches, his whole body pressing onto his own as their legs tangled together. It was overwhelming; he didn’t want it to stop. A choked cry came out of his slightly parted lips as Kris bit his nipple – hard - and instantly he felt a jolt ran down his body as it hardened.                Kris felt Chanyeol’s hands stopped at his shoulders and felt his wife’s sharp nails digging onto his flesh. He winced yet the pain excited him as he lapped onto the hardened pebble – he licked and kissed the responding nipple and satisfaction hummed in him. His other hand experimentally touched Chanyeol’s other rosy bud and he heard Chanyeol uncontrolled pant above him.                “Yi Fan...” Chanyeol moaned. His chest heaved and his stomach tightened. A certain part of his body, below his navel was betraying his self-control as his blood rushed down to his ‘head’. Kris’ tongue on his sensitive skin was too much...                  Suddenly, Chanyeol’s body jolted up. Something rushed up to his head, up his arms, up his body and ran down again. It felt as if electrifying currents ran through his veins and nerves – it felt so pleasurable.                  “Ah!” he cried out. “Yi Fan...ah...” his lips trembled as he chanced a glance at his husband’s head. “Yi Fan,” he gasped weakly, “no...”                Kris’s mouth was warm, too warm, and it drove Chanyeol to the point of delirium, his shoulders slumped vulnerably – at the mercy of his husband. Too embarrassed, Chanyeol shut his eyes tight, a drop of tear fell from his right eye and he buried his face at the crook of his left elbow, as wave after wave of pleasure seized him and he was too far into it to feel anything else. He wanted it to stop but God; he didn’t want it to stop!                Yi Fan was aware of what a mess Chanyeol had become and a small part of him was proud. Chanyeol was highly aroused. He enjoyed kissing Chanyeol’s inner thigh. His wife smelt divine, his skin smooth and unblemished. The younger’s body was trembling slightly with each kiss Kris dropped on the expanse of skin – from Chanyeol’s right knee and teasingly up to his spouse’s hip bone. In a split second, Kris had engulfed Chanyeol’s manhood and made the younger cried out as he experimentally bobbed his head and sucked on the hardened member.                Kris’s hand ran down Chanyeol’s member and found Chanyeol’s rosy and puckered entrance – untouched before, a virgin. Kris let go of Chanyeol’s still hard member and looked up at Chanyeol. He found the other breathing hard. In the dim light, Chanyeol’s pale skin glimmered with sweat and Kris crawled up. Mutedly, he nudged Chanyeol’s arm away from his face, wanting to look at the other’s beautiful face.                “Open your eyes, Yeol-ah...” he whispered, voice husky and pleading.                Slowly Chanyeol complied and as their eyes connected, Kris swooped down and kissed the other hard. All the love he had – has – for the younger was poured into the desperate kiss, all the feelings he couldn’t convey with words. He pressed hard onto Chanyeol and Chanyeol pulled the other close – closer – until there wasn’t a single space between them. Kris lifted Chanyeol’s body to his as he sat up and his aching hard member poked Chanyeol’s middle. A line of pre-cum smeared right atop Chanyeol’s navel. And Kris finally let Chanyeol’s bruised blood-red lips go.                “Love you...I love you...I love you...” Chanyeol breathed hard, in whispers as if chanting. He felt Kris’s arms tightened around his lower back making him slid lower down in Kris’s lap, making it seemed like Kris’s crossed legs were cradling Chanyeol’s bum as the younger’s legs splayed one on either side of Kris’s waist, Chanyeol’s shivering thighs locking around the other’s body.                Kris grunted in pleasure as their members touched. And he moved against Chanyeol slowly creating an immensely good feeling for both from the friction created. He nipped at Chanyeol’s long neck as his hips rolled languidly against Chanyeol’s.                Chanyeol breathed sharply as Kris bit the patch of skin above Chanyeol’s almost non-existent apple. His hands rubbed slowly across the expanse of Kris’s back, tracing up his spine and brushing across his husband’s protruding shoulder blades and finally settling for Kris’s wide shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath the heated skin moved as Kris kissed and bit lovingly across his neck. The younger one’s eyes fluttered close as his head moved to give Kris access to more.                     Blindly, Kris sought out their pillows and pulled one closer as he pushed Chanyeol down to lay his head. His eyes hooded, Kris held himself up on one arm as his other travelled down his wife’s wanton body, pushing the pale legs apart and found that small entrance again.                His long finger circled the pink skin and Chanyeol trembled. He was wet and almost ready to receive. Soundlessly, Kris pushed a finger in and-                -Chanyeol’s body domed. His fingers clutched onto the bed’s sheet.                “Ah!” Chanyeol hissed. The intrusion surprised him. “Nngh..” he gasped again, feeling uncomfortable as Kris pushed further in.                Kris felt as the younger began to tense up so he gave his spouse’s lips a gentle peck, connecting their foreheads together to comfort the younger.                “Relax...breathe...”                He kissed the side of Chanyeol’s lips as he clumsily began to relax Chanyeol’s tight ring muscle, flexing his finger to widen the opening. Chanyeol’s stuttering breathing began to even out slightly as he began to feel pleasure from the other’s ministration.                Kris inserted another finger and the muscles tightened again around his digits. Chanyeol bit his lips, this time trying to calm down by himself. Chanyeol’s fingers wrapped around Kris’s forearm: trying to draw strength. It felt slightly painful this time and Kris didn’t move as he watched his wife’s eyes watered.               “Move,” Chanyeol ordered after awhile. This time he pecked his husband’s lips, feeling the other equally trembling.                And Kris did – loosening the muscles inside. He scissor-ed his fingers, pushing against the warm cavern and Chanyeol relaxed again. A small moan emanated from Chanyeol. And Kris knew he had grazed against that small bundle of nerve inside Chanyeol.                The sounds of pleasure rose in volume as Kris brushed against his wife’s prostate repeatedly and he plunged in another finger. And a choked sob broke free from Chanyeol. Before pleasure overcame him again as Kris pushed deeper and hit his prostate.                Lusting over the younger and couldn’t stand his painful unattended erection, Kris hurriedly snapped his wet digits out and lifted Chanyeol’s legs up, rubbing his head against the gaping opening before pushing in fast until he was fully sheathed.                God, damn...                Chanyeol whimpered. Kris groaned low.                Even with thorough prepping, Chanyeol was squeezing his manhood tight. Chanyeol’s hot inside hugged him and it pained him to even take his breath properly.                It felt too good.                Chanyeol’s tears finally fell. It felt excruciating – his bottom felt like it was being ripped apart and stuffed – a burning pain. He felt something trickled down his thigh as he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He stared right into Kris’s pained eyes. This was painful for his husband too.                Sobbing, Chanyeol brought down Kris’s neck into an embrace as they both stilled, waiting for Chanyeol to adjust to Kris’s length. Kris hugged him tight, whispering empathic sorry, comfort and sweet nothings into his ear, trying to distract him from the pain. Kris felt guilty for entering too fast and he rubbed Chanyeol’s back gently. It was equally painful for him, unmoving and constricted by Chanyeol’s hot temperature. They didn’t know how long they embraced, comforting each other when Chanyeol whispered again.                “Move...”                Obliging, Kris pulled out slowly until only his head was inside before thrusting in again. He moaned. He stilled again.                “Move....” Chanyeol repeated, rolling his hips slightly to accommodate.                And he did, his thrusts slow and considerate until Chanyeol’s first whine in pleasure grazed his hearing and he began to pick up his speed, until their inexperienced movements synchronised. Chanyeol hooked his ankles together above Kris’s bum; pulling him in deeper and he saw white as his nerves were hit forcefully.                And he cried out – asking for more...more...faster...faster...                Kris’s thrusts were shallow and fast and deep and slow, clumsy and consumed only with desire as they made love for the first time.                Skin slapped against wet skin.                And grunts of pleasure mixed with whimpers of ecstasy.                Chanyeol’s head rolled back as incoherent words slurred out as he felt his stomach tightened. He was close.                “Ah...nggh....ah!”                Feeling the contraction against his shaft, Kris growled as his thrusts became manic, brows furrowed as sweat dripped down the side of his red face. Blood rushed up to his shoulders and neck as he felt he neared completion.                Almost.                Alas with a cry, Chanyeol came with Kris right along – feral was his groan as he came deep into his wife’s welcoming heat, his stomach constricted upon his release. Their heavy breathing was the only sound plausible in the master bedroom, the glow of after love was evident in both their flushed faces. Bodies both sticky with sweat and cum.                They finally consummated their marriage.                           Suddenly tired, as if all his strength was drawn out of his body, Kris slumped down on top of Chanyeol. Their irregular heartbeats thrummed against their naked chests and ears. Kris tiredly planted a kiss on his wife’s crimson neck and was about to pull his member out when Chanyeol’s ankles hugged him tighter. His wife’s hands found their way into his tousled hair.                “Stay...” his wife’s croaked out tiredly, still panting, “just...stay...”                The younger one’s voice faded out as his eyelids drooped and he fall unconscious, arms loose around Kris’s neck. Kris breathed an equally exhausted chortle before dragging a pillow to his head, settling himself beside Chanyeol who still clung to him even in his sleep. He grabbed onto their sheet and covered their exposed forms. Sated and exhausted.                Kris watched through his blurred vision the beautiful visage of the younger, in the dim light, like a moon angel...                “I love you...” his lips parted to say.                    And the angel was the last he saw before his eyes finally closed – mind and body succumbed to dreams, breathing matched and heads inclined against each other’s.