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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Byun_Baekhyun/Park_Chanyeol
  Character:
      Park_Chanyeol, Byun_Baekhyun
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-12 Chapters: 3/? Words: 14604
****** Brother Please ******
by FlamingKookie
Summary
     Seventeen year old Baekhyun knew it was wrong to let his nineteen
     year old brother fuck him. The shame which the act brought to him was
     immense but he just couldn't stop saying "brother please, more".
***** Chapter 1 *****
Baekhyun loved his big brother. He couldn’t remember a time he didn’t. Ever
since he was young he’d always wanted Chanyeol’s attention. When he only six
years old he would follow Chanyeol around whenever they were taken to the
playground and try to keep up with the older boys. But where Chanyeol had
always been strong and tall, Baekhyun had been thin and weak. The other boys
would make fun of his inability to play almost any sports and sometimes they
would even throw things at him. He hated them. But whenever Chanyeol came up
and defended him, his adoration for his big brother only became stronger. When
he started masturbating at twelve years old, he would think of Chanyeol. It
made the pain go away to think of his brother holding him and kissing him. All
he ever wanted was Chanyeol to love him the way he loved him. The first time
Chanyeol brought over a girlfriend when he was a freshman in high school,
Baekhyun’s heart shattered. No longer would Chanyeol stay around and play
videogames with him or watch a movie. Instead he would go out with whichever
girl he was with that month. He knew they were having sex. It made Baekhyun
cry. He would cry until Chanyeol came home and when Chanyeol would see how
distraught he was, he would ask what was wrong. Baekhyun never could say. He
knew it was wrong. He knew all of these feelings that had developed were taboo.
If he was discovered then they may take him away and he’d never see Chanyeol
again. He couldn’t live without him. So he would say he didn’t know and
Chanyeol would stay with him until his eyes dried and a smile returned to his
face. Chanyeol had always taken good care of him. When Baekhyun was tired
Chanyeol would get him a blanket and pillow. When he was hungry he would run to
the store to grab a box of Baekhyun’s favorite vanilla cupcakes and they would
eat them together without their mom knowing. Chanyeol spoiled him and when he
did Baekhyun felt like the most special person in the world.
But when the girlfriends began to come over and stay at the house, Baekhyun’s
jealousy became harder to conceal. The sight of Chanyeol and his girlfriend
going to his bedroom and shutting the door felt like an anvil on Baekhyun’s
chest squeezing the life out of him. One time he heard something that sounded
like an attempt at stifling a moan. Baekhyun ran to his room and cried for
hours, even after the girl had left with her clothes slightly disheveled. When
that happened he didn’t talk to Chanyeol for days.
“What’s wrong?” Chanyeol would ask when Baekhyun would quickly walk past him
towards his own room. Baekhyun wouldn’t answer before he shut his door and put
his desk chair under the knob so Chanyeol couldn’t come in. He wanted to be mad
at Chanyeol. He wanted the hate to overcome any love for his big brother so he
could move on and the pain would stop. But it didn’t. It only grew. It grew
until Baekhyun found himself in the bathroom with the door locked and a razor
in his hand when he was fifteen. He was about to cut into the skin of his wrist
when he heard a knock at the door. “Baekhyun?” It was Chanyeol. Baekhyun
paused, naked in the bathtub with lukewarm water. The tears were still in
Baekhyun’s eyes but he wiped them away with his small bicep.
“W-what?” he asked in his best attempt to conceal his previous crying.
“I thought I’d stay home tonight. Do you want to watch a movie?” The elation
that covered up the pain was a rush Baekhyun needed and he put the razor down.
“Y-yes!” Baekhyun almost yelled as he tried to step out of the water. He looked
at the razor, now abandoned and unbloodied on the bathtub ledge. Baekhyun knew
he needed help. He knew he wasn’t right in the head. But he didn’t care. His
brother wanted to spend time with him. Just him. No girls trying to take him
away. He dried himself and got into his clothes as he walked out into the
living room. Chanyeol was seventeen and puberty had made him tall and his
muscles strong. This evening he wore a pair of loose jeans, a black t-shirt,
and a large grey hoodie that Baekhyun sometimes would secretly snuggle inside
and inhale his brother’s scent. Baekhyun quickly got onto the couch as Chanyeol
put a DVD into the Xbox and walked over to the couch as well. He didn’t care if
Chanyeol thought it was weird when he curled up next to him. Chanyeol never
told him it was strange. He only ever put an arm around Baekhyun’s small
shoulders and pulled him tight to him. “Channy?” Chanyeol looked down at
Baekhyun’s pet name for him.
“Hmm?” Chanyeol asked as the movie started.
“Where’s…your girlfriend…?” It hurt him to say so but he needed to know.
“We broke up. Stupid really.” Baekhyun radiated within. He wanted to smile.
“I’m sorry.” He curled up closer to Chanyeol and rested his head on Chanyeol’s
chest. “You still have me.” He felt Chanyeol’s slow heartbeat through the
hoodie. “You’ll always have me.”
“Thanks bro.” Baekhyun beamed. They watched the movie as the sun descended in
the sky and slowly dimmed all light except for that which emanated from the
television. When the credits began to roll Baekhyun clung tighter to Chanyeol.
Chanyeol seemed to relax after the tightening of the grip and settled in.
“Seriously, Baekhyun. What’s been wrong?” Baekhyun tensed and he could feel
Chanyeol looking at him through the darkness. Whether Chanyeol being so close
or he was intoxicated with Chanyeol’s scent so overwhelmingly around him, he
gave a short answer after a few moments of silence.
“I’m gay.” His grip tightened more around Chanyeol. Chanyeol made no motion to
move.
“I know.” Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol to see his large almond eyes looking
at him with the dim light of the television screen illuminating them.
Baekhyun’s hands tightened until they were fisting Chanyeol’s hoodie.
“You know?”
“You haven’t brought any girls home. Ever. And you just…kinda give that vibe. I
just figured you were.” Baekhyun loved Chanyeol. He was so understand. He was
so smart.
“I…like you…” Baekhyun whispered. It was barely audible but he knew Chanyeol
heard it when his brother’s body went tense.
“What?” He couldn’t tell what Chanyeol’s tone was but it frightened him. He
tried to tighten his grip but Chanyeol was already getting to his feet.
“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t…I don’t…” Baekhyun tried to say but Chanyeol was
already on his feet with Baekhyun’s hands gripping the arm of his brother’s
hoodie. With a sharp tug, Chanyeol yanked his arm from Baekhyun’s weak grip and
he quickly left the room. Baekhyun fell to the floor a babbling mess as his
mouth tried to form words but none came. The tears came shortly after as he saw
Chanyeol grab his car keys and quickly leave the front door. With whatever
strength he could, Baekhyun rushed out the front door after Chanyeol and,
without even bothering to close the door behind him, ran out onto the lawn to
see Chanyeol throw his car into reverse and quickly peel out in the street.
“No!” Baekhyun cried out and fell to his knees, the wet grass from the morning
rain staining his knees with green streaks. He fell to his hands and knees
before he quickly ran inside and slammed the door shut. Once he was inside he
screamed and wailed as he ran to his room and closed the door. Immediately he
went to his bed and jumped under the covers. He hadn’t done so since he was
twelve but he held the large fluffy body pillow Chanyeol had gotten him for his
ninth birthday and wept into it. However long he was there he did not know but
by the time he passed out from exhaustion the pillow had a large wet patch from
his tears.
When he awoke his clock said it was 3AM and he heard footsteps walking up the
stairs and towards his room. He knew his family’s footsteps by heart. These
were Chanyeol’s. Large and slightly shuffled. He sat up, holding his body
pillow, as he saw his door open quietly and Chanyeol standing in the doorway.
When neither of them spoke Baekhyun heard the sound of his parents snoring down
the hallway. He must have slept through them getting home and dinnertime.
Chanyeol looked at him and Baekhyun tried to straighten his back as best he
could. He didn’t want to seem weak but he knew his eyes were likely bloodshot
from tears. There was nothing Baekhyun wanted to do more than to reach out for
Chanyeol to hug him but he was too frightened. When Chanyeol stepped into his
room and closed the door quietly behind him, he could barely see Chanyeol
through the pale moonlight that peeked in through his window. He heard Chanyeol
approach him and then his form was before him. The hoodie made Chanyeol seem
even larger than he already was and he imposed a powerful presence.
“Hi…” Baekhyun said weakly. His voice cracked.
“Hi,” Chanyeol responded, his voice barely more than a whisper. They remained
silent and in their positons for almost a full minute until Chanyeol knelt down
so he was face to face with the sitting Baekhyun. “I’m sorry I did that.”
Chanyeol’s voice sounded sincere. “I was…I don’t know…I was afraid. Confused.”
“I love you,” Baekhyun finally said. He needed to let it be known. He couldn’t
let another moment go without Chanyeol knowing his true feelings. If it was
going to end, he needed to throw all his cards on the table. “I love you more
than anything.” He reached out and pulled Chanyeol into a hug. Chanyeol
awkwardly tried to return it from his kneeling position. Chanyeol stood up
after the hug and sat down on the bed next to Baekhyun.
“You’re only fifteen…”
“Please don’t say that. I know what I want.” He cautiously let his head rest on
Chanyeol’s shoulder. “I want you.” Chanyeol didn’t seem to know what to do.
“Let me prove it.”
“What?” Chanyeol sounded nervous.
“Let me...” Baekhyun paused and let his hand run up Chanyeol’s knee and up his
thigh, “show you.”
“B-Baekhyun…” Baekhyun paused and looked up at Chanyeol. “When Emily said she
heard a rumor…that I was seeing someone behind her back…was that you…?”
Baekhyun tried to keep his face but he tightened his grip on Chanyeol’s hoodie
once more. It was more than enough of an answer. “Baekhyun, I don’t…”
“Use me,” Baekhyun said quickly.
“B-B…”
“Punish me,” he purred and got onto Chanyeol’s lap. “Spank me, shake me, slap
me. Just let me be yours…let me prove how much I love you…”
“This is wrong…” Chanyeol said quickly. Baekhyun looked into his brother’s
eyes.
“I know. But I don’t want anyone else. You’re my brother. My only brother.” He
hugged Chanyeol while still straddling his lap. “You always kept me safe and
took care of me. Let me take care of you. I am yours, only yours. All you need
to do is take me.” He suddenly felt Chanyeol gently push him off. At first he
was going to cry but he felt Chanyeol’s body weigh down on him and Chanyeol’s
face was a few inches from his own. They remained that way for a good while,
simply being in the other’s space, and then Baekhyun cupped one of Chanyeol’s
cheeks in his hand. “Lie down.” Chanyeol allowed himself to fall to the side
and Baekhyun stood on his knees as he looked at Chanyeol. He closed the blinds
to his window and then turned on his nightlight that he still had in his room
since childhood. It illuminated the room enough to allow them to truly see each
other. Chanyeol’s face was flushed and filled with fear. Baekhyun probably
looked the same. He wanted Chanyeol to see him do this. To see him worship that
which was his big brother. With trembling fingers Baekhyun began to unbuckle
Chanyeol’s belt. Chanyeol made no move to stop him.
“Was…when the girls would come over…and you would cry…was it because…”
“They don’t deserve you…” Baekhyun said with a slightly cracked voice as he
undid the buckle and his fingers unsnapped the button. “They don’t love you
like I do.” He unzipped Chanyeol’s pants and tried to pull them down. Chanyeol
slightly raised his hips to help and Baekhyun pulled Chanyeol’s jeans
completely off and placed them on the ground so as not to make any noise. Just
by sight he could see Chanyeol was still flaccid within his boxers. He’d never
seen his brother before. His chest was pounding as he unclasped the button in
the front of the boxers and reached inside. Baekhyun himself grew painfully
erect at the touch of his brother’s soft cock. It felt large. He pulled it out
and saw it was indeed much larger than his own. Thick and heavy, Baekhyun
looked at the dark skin of his brother’s length.
“Baekhyun…” Chanyeol started but Baekhyun looked at him.
“Let me take care of you.” He leaned down as he lifted the flaccid cock up to
his lips, “I’ll show you how much I love you.” Without another word he took
Chanyeol into his mouth. It was the first time he’d had a cock in his mouth. It
was the first time he’d done anything with anybody. The soft flesh lolled
around his mouth as he gently sucked all the way down to the root. Chanyeol’s
gasp was music to his ears and he relished the sound it made. His brother began
to grow and the tip began to press into the back of his throat. Soon the root
of the cock was out of Baekhyun’s reach and it continued to grow more distant
until Chanyeol had grown to a full eight inches. He bobbed his head as best he
could and his fingers dug into the skin of Chanyeol’s strong thighs.
“Fuck…Baekhyun…” Chanyeol moaned and tried to stay as quiet as possible. He
looked up while his brother’s cock was still in his mouth. Their eyes met.
Chanyeol was panting. They both were sweating. Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a quick
breather as he pulled off the now spit soaked cock with an audible pop and
quickly began to remove his clothes. Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun threw off his
shorts, shirt, and boxers. He was dripping precum onto the body pillow Chanyeol
had given him on his ninth birthday. He wanted Chanyeol to see him like this.
Wrecked for him. Then he had Chanyeol back in his mouth. He bobbed his head and
let a hand gently slide up the leg of Chanyeol’s boxers to play with his balls
while he did so. The only sounds that filled the room were the wet sucking
sounds as Baekhyun’s pace only increased with the taste of his brother filling
his senses and the yearning to please the man he loved. He pulled off the cock
once more to look at Chanyeol and one of his hands gently tugged on Chanyeol’s
hoodie.
“Can I…see you while I do this…?” he asked meekly. Chanyeol looked at him as he
caught his breath. Small rivulets of sweat were beading down Chanyeol’s
forehead despite the air conditioning being on full blast. He sat up and began
to remove his hoodie and t-shirt in a single motion. When the clothing was off,
Baekhyun drank in Chanyeol’s physique. Where Baekhyun’s muscle was lean and
thin, Chanyeol’s was full and strong. His chest was powerful and his abs rocks
beneath Baekhyun’s fingers. Unable to resist, Baekhyun licked his abs and then
took a nipple in his mouth. He was gentle, however, as he worshipped Chanyeol.
Every small detail of Chanyeol’s body received a tender kiss or a light lick.
“You’re perfect,” Baekhyun said without the smallest hint of dishonesty.
Chanyeol lifted his hips and pulled down the boxers so that he was completely
nude as well.
“Can you…keep doing what you did…before…?” Without question, Baekhyun leaned
back down and took Chanyeol into his mouth. The quiet moan that left Chanyeol’s
lips sent Baekhyun over the edge. He orgasmed with Chanyeol still in his mouth
and he moaned loudly as he tried to stifle it by deep throating Chanyeol.
Chanyeol’s let out a silent gasp at the sudden vibration and strength of
Baekhyun’s indulgence and watched as Baekhyun’s cock let out thick creamy ropes
of cum which spattered across the bedsheets. When Baekhyun finally finished he
slowly sucked up Chanyeol’s length and it left with a pop. He looked at
Chanyeol deeply. He knew that everything that loved Chanyeol was being
expressed in his own face and actions. Chanyeol looked deeply at him. Chanyeol
managed a small laugh despite still being without an orgasm. “You came…without
touching…?” Baekhyun nodded.
“You are all I need,” Baekhyun cooed softly and settled back down between
Chanyeol’s legs.
“You don’t have to…ohhhh…” Chanyeol was cut off by Baekhyun taking him back
into his mouth and gave a long loving suck before he let him out of his mouth
and began to lick at the tip.
“I want to…worship you…as long…as I can…” he said while licking the tip and up
along the shaft. Chanyeol lightly grabbed Baekhyun by the face and looked right
into his eyes.
“Are you…absolutely sure…this is what you want?” Baekhyun looked at him before
he leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He fell on top of Chanyeol as he
leaned deeper and deeper into the kiss, their lengths rubbing together and
Baekhyun’s essence still on his cock mixed with the saliva and precum that
covered Chanyeol’s own cock. Baekhyun moaned into the kiss. He frotted Chanyeol
as he let his hands thread through Chanyeol’s hair. Chanyeol’s hands gripped
Baekhyun’s as well and they kissed deeply and passionately for as long as their
lungs could bear. When their lungs couldn’t hold out any longer, Baekhyun
pulled away with a gasp and quickly went back down to sucking Chanyeol. There
was a new energy in Chanyeol. No longer did it feel hesitant. No longer did it
feel like it was questioning. Chanyeol’s cock was at its hardest and Baekhyun
recognized it. What he couldn’t suck he stroked with his hand and he made sure
Chanyeol saw how much he needed it. How much he needed him. Chanyeol’s abs were
beautifully detailed as he groaned with each new suck and lick from Baekhyun’s
needy mouth. He pulled off and Chanyeol let out an annoyed grunt.
“When you cum, can I watch?” Chanyeol nodded fervently before he shoved
Baekhyun back down. The tip slammed into the back of Baekhyun’s throat. It
hurt. But he loved it. His brother needed him. He needed his brother. He felt
Chanyeol’s balls prepare. Chanyeol’s stifled groans turned into rapid and short
gasps. With his last effort, he swallowed around Chanyeol’s cock despite it
gagging him horribly, and then was pulled off by Chanyeol yanking on his hair.
He winced but watched as Chanyeol’s cock let out a constant stream of cum for
almost two seconds before it erupted in a long series of thick ropes of cum
which coated his strong chest and stomach. Chanyeol’s eyes were closed and his
gasps had become caught in his throat as the intensity of the orgasm seemed all
Chanyeol could understand. Baekhyun watched the cock twitch with each new
spray. He never knew someone could cum so much. He needed a taste. When the
ninth and final shot of cum fell onto Chanyeol’s stomach, Baekhyun leaned down
and lapped at Chanyeol’s tip. It was coated in a thick layer of Chanyeol’s
essence and the salty bitterness was all Baekhyun needed. He moaned while
Chanyeol flailed beneath him while Baekhyun’s mouth worked on his
hypersensitive tip. With a groan Baekhyun took Chanyeol deep once again but
Chanyeol couldn’t handle it any longer and pulled Baekhyun off. “I love you,”
Baekhyun managed to gasp out before their mouths clashed fiercely. He felt
Chanyeol’s cum lubricated his own body against Chanyeol’s and he slid along
Chanyeol’s torso while their mouths engulfed each other. He’d never seen
Chanyeol in such a state and he loved it. He never felt so needed. Chanyeol’s
arms were wrapped tightly around him and he gasped when Chanyeol attacked his
neck.
Deep down he knew this was wrong. He knew that if they were caught, it would
mean becoming social outcasts. But he didn’t care. All he needed was Chanyeol.
His brother. He let Chanyeol mark him with a harsh bite on the base of his
neck. It would leave a bruise that he’d have to cover. He loved it.
“Only me?” Baekhyun gasped as Chanyeol continued to bite and suckle his neck.
Chanyeol nodded and pulled away to look at him.
“Only you.” Their lips met as the intensity of Chanyeol’s actions began to
subside along with his orgasmic high. They held each other in the light of the
night light as they kissed tenderly.
After their first night together, Baekhyun and Chanyeol became near
inseparable. When they were at home they frequently would hang out together and
Baekhyun would hate 5pm since that was when their mother got home and he could
no longer cuddle Chanyeol on the couch and if they hung out in his or
Chanyeol’s room his mother would constantly ask what they were doing. He hated
her. All she did was interrupt his time with his brother. His love. Despite
Baekhyun constantly begging to pleasure Chanyeol with his mouth, Chanyeol would
always refuse him although it was clear to Baekhyun that it was not an easy
denial.
“I want to wait until you are at least sixteen,” Chanyeol would often say.
“But you let me that night,” Baekhyun would always retort. Chanyeol never had a
good response but he always fell back on that it would make a great birthday
gift for Baekhyun and once he was sixteen he could have all he wanted as long
as they were careful. Being it was approaching the fall and his birthday wasn’t
until May, Baekhyun complained almost daily about how Chanyeol was being a
terrible tease. Chanyeol was firm however and one time he even snapped at
Baekhyun to quit bothering him and just be patient. That was when Chanyeol went
to his room to be alone for a while as Baekhyun sat on the couch in the living
room and thought of how everything was going to end. He was horrified and
terrified. He didn’t want his brother angry at him. After almost twenty minutes
of fear Baekhyun got up and went to the kitchen where he pulled out a large pot
as well as numerous small boxes.
Half an hour later Baekhyun held the pot and gently knocked on the door. At
first there was no response and Baekhyun put his ear to the door. There was a
subtle sound of rhythmic breathing at an even pace. Chanyeol was asleep. A part
of him said to leave his brother be but the other part told him to enter. He
entered. The sound of the door closing behind Baekhyun woke Chanyeol and he
looked up at his younger brother who was holding a large pot in his hands.
“What is it?” Chanyeol grumbled, his voice still laced with the ache of sleep.
It was so low and deep that Baekhyun had to refrain from wanting to kiss those
lips.
“I made you food,” Baekhyun said quietly as he held out the pot. Chanyeol
raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.
“You made food…” Chanyeol said somewhat disbelievingly. Baekhyun nodded.
“Yup. It’s all for you.”
“What did you do?”
“I made you mad…I wanted to do this to apologize…”
“No, I mean…what did you make? I’ve seen you try to poach an egg…” Chanyeol sat
up and Baekhyun could see the definition of his abs beneath the tight white
tank top Chanyeol wore. His arm muscles were rippling and Baekhyun wanted to
kiss them. But he behaved himself. He behaved himself for Channy. Baekhyun
brought the pot over which had a large wooden spoon in it. Chanyeol laughed out
loud when he saw what was inside. It was filled to the brim with Kraft Macaroni
and Cheese. “I used lots of butter and milk, just how you like it.” When
Chanyeol looked up at him and smiled, Baekhyun felt complete. Chanyeol took the
large wooden spoon and shoveled some into his mouth. He laughed as he chewed
and swallowed.
“A lot of butter…” Chanyeol commented as he licked his lips which were coated
in the yellow stain of powdered cheese sauce. “Come here,” Chanyeol said.
Baekhyun put the pot on Chanyeol’s desk and he felt Chanyeol’s strong arms pull
him close. “I know you want to do…all that,” Chanyeol said quietly as he
threaded his hand through Baekhyun’s hair comfortingly. “I just really need you
to be patient for me.”
“I know,” Baekhyun said glumly as he let his head rest on Chanyeol’s strong
chest. He then felt Chanyeol’s finger gently raise his face up and Chanyeol
leaned in to give a gentle kiss, the first since their first time. Immediately
Baekhyun was turned to putty in his brother’s arms and he moaned into the kiss
despite making no attempts to deepen it lest Chanyeol pull away. Chanyeol held
him and they kissed for almost a full minute before their lips finally
separated.
“Do you think that can hold you over until your birthday?” Chanyeol asked
softly.
“I’ll try,” Baekhyun managed as he tried to catch his breath. He wanted nothing
more than to ravish Chanyeol then and there but he didn’t dare risk it. He
simply rest his head back down on Chanyeol’s chest and closed his eyes. “Please
let me cuddle you though. I can’t last without it.” A few minutes passed before
Chanyeol answered.
“Alright. I’ll allow cuddles.” Content with what he could get, Baekhyun smiled
as he felt his brother wrap his arms around him.
The school year seemed to take forever and when Baekhyun’s birthday finally
came around, Baekhyun was almost as terrified as he was horny. While Baekhyun
had grown a bit and filled out a bit more so had Chanyeol. Chanyeol’s muscles
only got stronger and more defined as he played basketball, track and field,
and lacrosse. The whole day Baekhyun was with his school friends as Chanyeol
insisted they wait until they got home. Nothing the teachers said interested
him. So excited was Baekhyun that he had to wear a large hoodie to cover his
groin lest everyone in the school see his constant coming and going erections
across the day. Finally, the last school bell rang and Baekhyun was up and out
of the classroom before the teacher could even tell him to sit back down for
some final notes. Without caring how he may have looked, Baekhyun went to his
locker and threw all of his books and backpack inside before he slammed the
door shut and left the school to run home. He had school the next day and he
had no intention of doing any homework that night. So he ran. He ran and ran
and ran. Baekhyun ran the three miles to his house and entered his house with
his chest heaving for air. The strength left Baekhyun and his legs gave out as
he fell to the floor of the living room and crawled over to the couch. Chanyeol
still had after school practice and it was going to be another hour before he
got home. The only thing that made up for that was the fact that their parents
were going to be away that evening for a company party that wouldn’t see them
getting home until almost midnight if not later. It took Baekhyun almost thirty
minutes to finally calm his breath and he had long since discarded his hoodie
as he was sweating so hard that he almost thought to take a shower. After a
great deal of contemplation Baekhyun agreed a shower would be a good thing and
he got up to head to the shower and quickly stripped once in the bathroom. In
the mirror he inspected his physique. He’d been working out more the last
couple months and was happy to see some slight definition that came from muscle
as opposed to his extremely skinny body. Baekhyun wanted to be perfect for his
brother. The sensation of the hot water spilling over his aching muscles made
Baekhyun groan loudly. His black hair was plastered to his scalp as he let his
head hang under the hot water and they covered up his senses. So entranced was
he by the soothing nature of the hot water that he lost track of time and it
was only when he heard the door to the bathroom open that he picked his head up
and wiped the water from his eyes. His eyes went wide with fright.
“Mom?” he called out. There was no answer. “Dad?” he asked once more. The
shower curtain was yanked to the side and there he was. His brother. His
knight. His love. All he had on was a pair of athletic shorts and a black
baseball cap. Chanyeol wasn’t even wearing socks or shoes. Once the shock had
passed and Baekhyun broke from the spell Chanyeol’s eyes always drew him into
he looked down to drink in his brother’s sweaty body. Despite the hot water he
could smell the musk emanating from Chanyeol. He’d trained hard today.
“Channy…” Baekhyun managed to get out as Chanyeol knocked the hat from his head
and thumbed the waistband of his shorts before he slid them off along with his
sweat soaked boxers. He looked down to see his older brother had chubbed and
was half erect. He’d also trimmed and had a well-groomed patch of pubic hair
that went up to his happy trail which lingered just below his belly button.
“Oh, Channy,” Baekhyun repeated as Chanyeol stepped into the shower and
immediately Baekhyun was pressed against the shower wall.
“Happy birthday to you…” Chanyeol began to groan as his hands quickly lifted
Baekhyun up by the ass and pressed him up against the shower wall. “Happy
birthday to you…” Baekhyun felt a finger from Chanyeol’s hand begin to
playfully rub against his entrance and Baekhyun felt he was ready to orgasm
right then and there. “Happy birthday to…Baekie…” Chanyeol gave a long loving
lick up Baekhyun’s neck and Baekhyun shuddered as his legs wrapped around
Chanyeol’s waist. “Happy birthday to you,” Chanyeol finished and he bit
Baekhyun’s neck. Hard. Baekhyun yelped and swore he felt blood trickle down but
when he checked he saw there was nothing but a large bruise.
“Channy…please…” Baekhyun tried to form coherent words but all that came from
his mouth was either please or his brother’s name.
“Since it’s your birthday…what would you like to do?”
“I want…” Baekhyun tried to say but it took great concentration as he felt
Chanyeol grow to full attention and their cocks massaged gently together in a
euphoric wonderland. He couldn’t help but wonder how Chanyeol was still holding
him up after such a long track practice. His brother was amazing. “I want to
worship you. To kiss, lick, and suck every inch of your body. I want to mark
you.” He leaned forward so his mouth was right by Chanyeol’s ear. “I want to
drink all your cum and I want you to claim me. Over. And over. Until our cocks
are so dry…we won’t even be able to think of anything, or anyone else.”
Chanyeol groaned and let Baekhyun down so they were standing right in front of
each other. He was still about eye level with Chanyeol’s neck but he didn’t
care.
“You practiced that, didn’t you,” he heard Chanyeol laugh quietly and Baekhyun
gave a weak slap to Chanyeol’s chest. The firm muscle didn’t give and it only
made Baekhyun groan.
“Yeah…” Baekhyun admitted and looked up with a small smile. Chanyeol returned
it. “But,” Baekhyun said as he let his fingers trail down Chanyeol’s ribs and
earned a tightening of Chanyeol’s stomach to reveal his sharp abs, “Even when I
can’t cum anymore, I don’t want you to stop fucking me until you can’t either.”
Chanyeol looked at him and wiped some wet hair out of Baekhyun’s eyes.
“I haven’t jerked off in a month,” Chanyeol admitted. Baekhyun looked down and
saw that his brother was harder than he’d ever seen before. He went down to
feel it. It was hot to the touch and it barely moved as it was so sternly at
attention.
“Then my mouth has a lot to catch,” Baekhyun said. “But first I want to wash
you.”
“Why?”
“You’re already here, and I just want to see how dirty you get fucking me.”
“Think you can handle it?” Chanyeol asked.
“I don’t care if I can handle it. I need it.” He grabbed the soap and began to
wash Chanyeol’s body with just the soap and his hands. “I’ve dreamed of this
for years. I know what I want.” He took one of Chanyeol’s nipples between his
thumb and index finger. “I want you to fuck me till I cry.”
“Cry?” Chanyeol asked with a bit of concern.
“The safeword…is ko ko bop.” Without another word Baekhyun leaned in and took
Chanyeol’s nipple in his mouth.
By the time he got his brother to the bed Baekhyun saw that Chanyeol was
already so close to orgasming. He hadn’t been lying about how long it’d been
since he last jerked off. Chanyeol hadn’t even been allowed to dry himself and
the water from the shower dripped off his body and dampened the bedsheets he
lay on. “My Channy is so hard…” Baekhyun cooed as he let a hand gently stroke
Chanyeol’s cock and he earned a sharp gasp as well as a strong bead of precum
from the tip. “You’re fit to bursting.” He leaned down to take Chanyeol in his
mouth but Chanyeol put an arm on his shoulder to give him pause.
“Today is your birthday…I should be…” but Baekhyun cut him off with a sharp
grip on Chanyeol’s aching cock which earned a fresh bead of precum.
“From now on…every day…before bed…I want a glass of milk,” Baekhyun said and
took his brother as deep as he could manage. He’d improved since their first
time as he had practiced almost daily until he could handle Chanyeol’s size.
When his lips met Chanyeol’s base, he smirked as he hollowed his cheeks and let
Chanyeol simply be in his mouth. His brother was squirming so deliciously that
the sounds of the gasps and Chanyeol’s fists taking handfuls of bedsheets to
keep from thrashing only made it better.
“I’m…I’m…” Chanyeol began to pant and Baekhyun quickly pulled off.
“Already…?” he asked with a smirk but also with a hint of disappointment. “If
you can’t last past…”
“You’re not going to bed tonight,” Chanyeol snarled, “Don’t worry about that.”
“Mom and dad get home around midnight.” He felt his hair get gripped harshly
and he was brought back down to suck Chanyeol’s length. It reminded him of the
first night they had together. He loved it. He needed it.
“Like I said…you aren’t going to bed tonight…nor tomorrow morning or afternoon
either.” Baekhyun moaned as Chanyeol began to thrust into his little brother’s
mouth and Baekhyun swallowed around it with ease to allow Chanyeol to go as far
as he wanted. “Tomorrow, you’re going to say you’re sick and you’re staying
home. I’m going to do the same.” Baekhyun looked up at him as Chanyeol
continued to thrust into his mouth. Chanyeol’s eyes were manic now. This was
what Baekhyun wanted. His brother to need him. To use him. To tell him what to
do. “And when mom and dad leave, I’m fucking you all day and then maybe…if
you’re a good birthday boy…I’ll let you sleep with my cock inside you.”
Baekhyun orgasmed violently as he felt the hot trails of cum spatter across his
bedsheets. “Does Baekie like it when I talk dirty?” Baekhyun nodded sharply as
he continued to suck. Chanyeol followed soon after and Baekhyun took as much as
he could but so much was offered that a good deal spilled from between his lips
and dribbled down his chin. Chanyeol didn’t soften and as Baekhyun tried to
catch his breath he saw Chanyeol reach under his bed and pull out a fresh
bottle of lube. “Your choice, birthday boy. Finger first. Or cock first.”
“Cock,” Baekhyun said immediately. He knew he’d regret it tomorrow but he
didn’t care. He needed Chanyeol to be inside him as quickly as possible. He
needed his brother to mount him and claim him.
“You s…”
“Cock!” Baekhyun yelped as he quickly and eagerly spread his legs to offer his
hole. Chanyeol nodded and let a vast amount of lube slather all over his cock
as he used his other hand to massage it in.
“Slow or…”
“Fast,” Baekhyun commanded. He closed his eyes and readied for the worst. If he
couldn’t handle this then he didn’t deserve Chanyeol. If he wasn’t willing to
suffer for his big brother then he didn’t deserve to share a room with him. He
knew Chanyeol needed this. He needed this too. Baekhyun knew what to expect.
He’d fingered himself a great deal to prepare and know what to expect but he
hadn’t done so in almost a week. Before Chanyeol entered him, there was a
surprisingly gentle kiss. He drank in his brother’s mouth before Chanyeol was
sheathed inside him in a single sharp thrust that buried him to the hilt.
Baekhyun screamed. His vision went white. The tears came flowing fresh from his
eyes and he coughed as he tried to groan through the pain and scratched at
Chanyeol’s back. Chanyeol didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He simply remain in
Baekhyun.
My brother is inside me
Baekhyun thought as the pain washed over him in brutal waves.
Chanyeol is finally inside me
He wanted to weep for joy if he hadn’t already been weeping from pain. But he
felt Chanyeol’s eyes on him and Chanyeol’s strong body around him. It took
almost ten minutes of adjustment for the pain to subside to a manageable level
and he finally opened his eyes. Baekhyun knew his face was covered in tears.
One of Chanyeol’s hands came up and gently rubbed the tears from his eyes to
clear his vision. Once Chanyeol was clear in his sight, Baekhyun let his hands
massage where he’d been clawing at Chanyeol’s back only minutes earlier.
“I didn’t scratch you too bad…did I?” Baekhyun asked in a cracked voice.
Chanyeol leaned down and tenderly kissed Baekhyun. Baekhyun returned it as best
he could. When they finally pulled apart the pain was much more bearable.
“I marked you now you’ve marked me,” Chanyeol said and slowly began to move his
hips. Baekhyun gasped as he felt his brother’s throbbing cock stretch him out
further.
“We’re together…” Baekhyun whimpered as he looked up at Chanyeol.
“Forever,” Chanyeol cooed and pulled his hips out before he snapped them
forward once more and this time a different wave washed over Baekhyun. There
was still pain but this time there was some pleasure. He needed more.
“Go…” Baekhyun urged him, “Go, go, god go…” Chanyeol’s pace picked up and
Baekhyun felt his walls squeezing Chanyeol urgently. In that moment with
Chanyeol’s hips lightly smacking against his own to cause the bedposts to
gently slam into the wall, Baekhyun knew that this was his life now. Pleasing
Chanyeol. He didn’t care what he had to do as long as he could be with Chanyeol
and please him wherever he could and whenever he could. The thrusts increased
in both tempo and strength as Chanyeol became more aggressive and Baekhyun
watched his older brother’s face turn from manic to possessive. The eyes of his
brother, his lover, and his best friend. There would be no one else, Baekhyun
would make sure of it. When Baekhyun orgasmed for the second time, he still
hadn’t touched himself. Chanyeol followed soon after and pulled out before he
pulled Baekhyun’s head to his cock. The fresh cum filled Baekhyun’s mouth and
he drank it down as he listened to Chanyeol’s coughing gasps of overwhelming
pleasure. But once it was empty Baekhyun was pushed back down and Chanyeol
reentered him and Baekhyun let his limbs fall numb. Chanyeol was using him. He
loved it. “I love you,” Baekhyun managed between loud moans as his brother
fucked him relentlessly.
“I love you…too…” Chanyeol gasped out as he thrust all the way in and rested
while sheathed entirely. They rest in that position for almost five minutes
until Baekhyun felt the fire return in his stomach.
“Brother, please…more…” When Chanyeol’s hips snapped back into him to pick up
its previously unrelenting pace, Baekhyun could do nothing but moan and smile.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Baekhyun couldn’t help but look into the mirror as his brother sat behind him
and felt his bare torso with his rough fingers. Chanyeol wears a tight black
tank top and loose jeans while Baekhyun wears a flannel button up, black t-
shirt, and khaki pants. Chanyeol has a hand up Baekhyun’s shirt, exposing his
stomach and one of his pectorals as he feels his brother up and they both look
into the mirror. They’ve committed to the taboo path of devotion by any means
necessary.
Ever since he turned sixteen, Baekhyun had become a new person. Where before he
was quiet and introverted, he now was more akin to a wild and rambunctious
troublemaker. When he wasn’t causing trouble at the high school and pulling
pranks he was working out. He would push himself to the point of utter
exhaustion before he would surrender to the fatigue and allow for a brief
resting period. It was only when Chanyeol told him to take a longer break and
allow his body to heal that Baekhyun would skip his days at the gym. Chanyeol
had utter control over Baekhyun’s actions and Baekhyun didn’t want it any other
way. If Chanyeol wanted him to focus on his studies then he did. If Chanyeol
wanted him to quit messing around and be a good student then he did. In
exchange for such devotion Chanyeol was rarely wanting for sex throughout his
entire senior year of high school. Girls still approached him and he would
feign interest in them. Whether the affection was genuine or not, Baekhyun grew
immensely jealous of the attention and it was only when Chanyeol would either
scold him or fuck the jealousy out of him that Baekhyun would surrender.
Baekhyun was always fearful. Fearful that he would lose his beloved brother.
During Chanyeol’s senior year of high school he got a girlfriend named Sarah.
Every time she came over to the house and used up Baekhyun’s time with his
brother, Baekhyun became near flush in the face with fury. His disdain for
Sarah became quickly evident and he would practice in the bathroom mirror to
find the best frown or scowl he could send her way when she was over. One time
Baekhyun feared that Chanyeol intended to have sex with Sarah and it was only
after a great number of tears and a very long session of comforting kisses that
Chanyeol convinced Baekhyun that he had no intention of ever sleeping with
Sarah. He kept his promise. When Chanyeol graduated high school Baekhyun was
his most ardent supporter. It didn’t take long for the Park Brothers to become
nigh inseparable and acquire a unified reputation among the school. When
Chanyeol graduated and began to apply for college, Baekhyun was terrified. If
Chanyeol left him, he didn’t know how he would survive. However as time went on
he saw that Chanyeol didn’t wish to go to college, much to the protest of their
parents, and instead had applied for a job as a fisherman.
Baekhyun sat in his bedroom when he heard the door to his home open and close.
Based on the footsteps and patterns he could discern it was Chanyeol and not
either of his parents. The footsteps proceeded upstairs and the door opening
confirmed that it was in fact Chanyeol. Chanyeol wore a dark blue button up
with black jeans. His hair was slicked back for the basic interview. Baekhyun
looked at him and Chanyeol returned the gaze. A few moments passed of
unsureness and finally Chanyeol smiled.
“I got the job.” Baekhyun’s mouth grew into a large smile and he rushed over to
embrace Chanyeol. No words were needed as he held his brother tightly and
peppered his face with appreciative kisses. Chanyeol was a beaming mess and
held his brother in his strong arms. Before Baekhyun could recognize what was
going on, Chanyeol lifted Baekhyun up and fell onto the bed with him. They
looked into each other’s eyes for longer than they could imagine before
Baekhyun began to kiss Chanyeol passionately. Chanyeol returned it with equal
fervor. Baekhyun didn’t care if Chanyeol didn’t make a great deal of money. He
only wanted the two of them to make enough to where they could live comfortably
together for the rest of their days. Chanyeol’s strong arms were wrapped around
him in and comforting grip. “I won’t be around as often,” Chanyeol started and
Baekhyun knew he had to anticipate this. “But,” Chanyeol quickly interjected
and Baekhyun continued to look deep into Chanyeol’s eyes, “I will make enough
money, for us.” The final two words of Chanyeol’s statement was all Baekhyun
needed. He kissed Chanyeol passionately. They held each other and their hands
clung for each other in a way rarely seen in their situation. Chanyeol pulled
Baekhyun down to the floor and he sat behind him as a hand ran up Baekhyun’s
shirt to expose his increasingly muscular stomach and chest. When Baekhyun
looked forward he noticed that they were looking straight at a mirror and he
tried to keep his breathing under control as he watched Chanyeol’s hands run up
his stomach and chest before resting on a pectoral while Chanyeol’s eyes looked
at him via the mirror. Baekhyun made sure to look back as his brother’s arms
were wrapped around him and the image printed itself in Baekhyun’s mind.
Chanyeol eternally behind him with his arms firmly wrapped around him. No
matter what Baekhyun wished, he would never be able to shake Chanyeol off.
Instead of fighting such a possession he embraced it. He kissed his brother.
Chanyeol’s arms wrapped around him tightly and claimed him.
“If all I can be is a distraction,” Baekhyun started, “then I don’t want to be
anything else.” Chanyeol looked at his younger brother and Baekhyun relished in
its gaze. For a few brief moments Chanyeol stared at him and then made a motion
to remove the golden necklace that was around his neck. Baekhyun watched in
disbelief as Chanyeol put the golden necklace around his neck and held him
tightly as Baekhyun watched in the mirror.
“You are mine,” Chanyeol whispered in his ear. “You are my brother…my lover…my
best friend.” Baekhyun felt a shudder run down his back, “If anyone hurts
you…they will suffer the consequences…” Baekhyun whined as he leaned into
Chanyeol’s strong chest. “When you get out of high school…you are living with
me and we are never leaving each other…” If Baekhyun died in that moment he
would have lived in the ultimate elation. His brother held him and kissed his
cheek. “I love you.” Baekhyun couldn’t hold it in any longer. He wept. He
didn’t want to but he wept as Chanyeol held him. The confirmation of the
permanency of this bond was something Baekhyun had long since thought he could
handle. But he wasn’t ready. Wrapped in his brother’s loving embrace, Baekhyun
wept. He didn’t love his brother for the sex. He loved his brother because they
were bonded. In a way that was beyond understanding. Hie kissed Chanyeol
vehemently and climbed atop his brother as quickly as possible. Every kiss was
a statement. Every whimper was a declaration. No other would have him. He let
Chanyeol mount him and claim him. Like a true lover and a true brother. It was
feral and wild. Sweat and spit was their affirmation. The clues to their
passion. No longer was it a matter of physical attraction. It was a matter of
utter reliance on the other. Without one there could not be another. Chanyeol
claimed him almost six times that evening. Despite Chanyeol offering as much as
he could Baekhyun never felt truly fulfilled. His brother was unable to be
measured. The love he felt for his brother was something he thought was never
capable of being reached and matched.
During his own senior year, Baekhyun found life to be somewhat difficult. Girls
would approach him and frequently show interest in him. For all the rage that
it stemmed inside him, Baekhyun would feign appreciation but kindly decline
their approaches. Rumors began to spread of Baekhyun’s homosexuality. Shortly
after rumors began to spread of Baekhyun’s utter lack of interest in ANYONE
that was involved in the school. Despite the rumors Baekhyun continued to take
advantage of the gym and track. Throughout his senior year of high school he
honed his body. He worked out two hours daily and his body had quickly begun to
solidify much to the appreciation of his fellow female and gay male students.
To be honest he enjoyed denying them his body. He relished denying them any
potential attempts at making moves at him. Instead he would feign interest and
then when he got home and his brother would return from work, he would greet
his brother with either a two hour blowjob or a hole to fuck till he was
satiated. At school he was a virgin. But he was a whore. A whore for only one
man. His brother. His lover. Sometimes Chanyeol would come to his room late at
night and take him in his own bed with nothing but a dirty sock to stifle his
moans lest their parents hear. Other nights he would clamber onto Chanyeol’s
bed and will an erection out of him so he could be filled. The potential of
getting caught was something that Baekhyun relished. Knowing that danger lay
only a few feet beyond the walls of their lovemaking was something that made
Baekhyun giggle. Throughout Baekhyun’s high school year he kept his grades up,
did his senior project, and fucked his brother beyond his own physical
capability. The lognest gap between sex they had was a two week stint when
Baekhyun’s entrance became extremely sore and he struggled to even sit at a
desk. The demand for a rest was entirely upon Chanyeol and Chanyeol had to
order Baekhyun to stop offering himself. The school year grew closer and
Baekhyun awaited it with glee. He wanted nothing more than to finally be out of
his parents’ house and in with his brother so they could finally start the rest
of their lives together.
When he finally crossed the platform and accepted his diploma he felt elation
beyond belief but it was only exceeded by the sight of his brother clapping for
him. The utter sensation of purpose was something Baekhyun yearned for. After
the graduation party and after his parents went to bed, he went to Chanyeol’s
small cottage that he lived in and they fucked like rabid animals. Baekhyun
screamed to the high heavens as his brother claimed him in a feral manner
lacking nothing but a bite of lycanthrope. They clawed and bit each other until
Chanyeol had a clean line of blood down his back and Baekhyun’s neck was
littered with deep bruises of declaration. When that night was done, Baekhyun
knew it to be true. No one would have him except Chanyeol. The mere thought of
others repulsed him. All he needed was his brother. For the next three weeks,
he was drowning in happiness. His bother loved him and school was behind him.
Nothing else was needed.
4-4
College was proving a greater stress than Baekhyun was able to imagine. The
constant meetings with his mother and father regarding the money for his
education as well as all the other expenses that would be required. Already his
father was highly disappointed in Baekhyun’s insistence on attending a local
college as well as pursuing a career in business as opposed to the medical
field as had originally been expected. Baekhyun was packed and ready to move
out with Chanyeol in a matter of days after he walked at graduation. Although
his family offered to let him rent an apartment which he could pay them a
smaller amount so he could have some independence Baekhyun refused and said he
and Chanyeol already thought it would save money and be easier to move in
together.
“Chanyeol’s place is already so small, though,” his mother had said as Baekhyun
was packing away his books.
“We lived in the same bedroom for a year, a cottage is an upgrade.
“It’s the size of a studio apartment, Baekhyun,” she said and Baekhyun bit his
lip to prevent himself from snapping at her. Already it had been four days
since graduation and the hectic nature of everything involved with them had
prevented him and Chanyeol the time to be alone after graduation night. He was
frustrated and extremely horny. He hadn’t even been able to see Chanyeol for
the last two days while he had to work and his parents insisted he stay at
their place until the order of finances was concluded, which he was sure they
were intending to make as long a process as possible. So as the time passed he
kept his mask on and did what his parents wanted until, finally, almost ten
days after Chanyeol fucked him for the first time after high school, he had his
bags packed and his plans established. The goodbyes outside of his home was
heartfelt but not all too concerned. He was only moving thirty minutes away
with Chanyeol and would likely be seeing them again on the weekends anyway. He
hugged them and gave a quick farewell before he turned and saw Chanyeol leaning
against his car, an old beat up Honda Civic. Chanyeol was wearing a loose
summer tank top, cargo shorts, and flip flops. His hair had recently been cut
shorter just the way Baekhyun loved it, and his strong muscles strained against
the cotton of the tank top. Baekhyun put his luggage in the trunk of Chanyeol’s
car and Chanyeol walked over to their parents.
He’s trying to make it take longer…
Baekhyun thought as he waited by the car. His blood was racing. He just wanted
to leave. To be with his brother. The talk was almost another ten minutes
before Chanyeol hugged both their parents and walked back to the car which
Baekhyun now sat in the passenger side seat. Chanyeol opened the driver side
door and got in.
“You took so long…” Baekhyun whimpered as he gave a final wave to his parents
while the car started.
“Shut up,” Chanyeol said. Baekhyun flinched and looked over. Beneath the wide
eyed smile there was something else. When Chanyeol shut the door Baekhyun saw
the locks to the car go down and his breath hitched in his chest. The tension
was immediately followed by overwhelming arousal.
“Let me suck y…”
“No.” The sharpness of his brother’s statement silenced him and he let his
hands rest in his lap as the car pulled away. Chanyeol’s higher pitched happy
voice was replaced with a low growl. Chanyeol was horny too. Suddenly
Chanyeol’s closer hand reached over and went right under Baekhyun’s waistband
of his mesh shorts and boxers. Baekhyun jumped as he felt his brother’s
calloused hand begin to play with his flaccid cock.
“Channy…” Baekhyun moaned and Chanyeol began to stroke him to life. Baekhyun’s
cock eagerly stiffened as Chanyeol drove with his other hand on the wheel.
Although his hands worked well the barrier of the shorts and boxers were
becoming irritating and Chanyeol growled.
“Slip these down.” Baekhyun quickly tugged down the shorts and they bunched up
around his knees as he brother took his hard cock and began to mercilessly
massage the tip with his rough skinned thumb. All the fishing had toughened
Chanyeol’s hands and left a wonderful rough feeling in their path. “You were
bad, Baekhyun.”
“W-what?” Baekhyun whimpered as his brother picked up the pace and began to
furiously stroke him.
“You never came to see me.”
“I-I couldn’t. Mom and dad…” Chanyeol cut him off by harshly squeezing his cock
and Baekhyun spasmed harshly and let out a heavy moan.
“Mom and dad aren’t an excuse. You know where I am. You know how to get there.”
“I…I couldn’t bike there.”
“You know the bus schedule.”
“Dad was already so mad at me.” Chanyeol’s eyes looked at him they were dark.
“Were you getting fucked by someone else?” Baekhyun’s eyes went wide.
“No!” he exclaimed with his voice cracking as his brother continued to stroke
him viciously.
“You didn’t even text me,” Chanyeol snarled.
“Channy…please…” Baekhyun whimpered as best he could and grabbed Chanyeol’s
hand so he could raise it to his mouth and kiss it. The feeling of the thick
skin of his brother’s hand against his lips made a fresh bead of precum spill
from Baekhyun’s tip before Chanyeol yanked his hand away. Chanyeol’s face was
flushed red.
“Who was it?”
“No one, I swear,” Baekhyun whined as he tried to lean across to kiss Chanyeol
on the lips but Chanyeol shoved him back into his seat with one strong hand.
The rest of the drive there was quiet as Chanyeol drove in silence and
occasionally would reach over to give Baekhyun’s cock a few strong strokes
before he brought it back to the wheel. When they finally arrived Baekhyun
looked utterly spent and close to tears. Chanyeol got out of the car while
Baekhyun slowly pulled up his shorts and boxers after Chanyeol told him to.
Baekhyun got out and went to grab his baggage.
“Later,” Chanyeol ordered and walked to the door. Baekhyun abandoned his
belongings in the car and entered the small cottage that was now his home. With
his brother. Once through the door he heard it close and the sound of the
deadbolt being locked rang through the home. Chanyeol then walked over to the
bed and sat down before he pointed to his lap. “Here.” Baekhyun slowly shuffled
over, shame filling his face. He’d angered Chanyeol. Why hadn’t he tried? Did
he not care enough to try and take a bus to visit his brother? He crawled onto
the bed like a hesitant puppy before Chanyeol grabbed him and slung him over
his lap which earned a yelp from Baekhyun. Baekhyun felt Chanyeol against his
chest. He was so hard. Baekhyun immediately began to unclasp the button of
Chanyeol’s cargo shorts. “No,” Chanyeol said but Baekhyun ignored him. “I said
no!” Chanyeol yelled but Baekhyun continued and unzipped the shorts. SMACK. The
impact with the back of Baekhyun’s head hurt fiercely but Baekhyun continued to
ignore it. Another smack. A third smack. “You little fuu…uuughhhh…” Chanyeol
tried to retain the fury but when Baekhyun took him in his mouth he was
silenced. A few loving sucks and tender licks to the tip had Chanyeol gasping.
“I’d never cheat on you. Ever.” He suckled the tip and gave a peppering of tiny
kisses along the underside. “I don’t even jerk off anymore.” The anger in
Chanyeol’s muscles continued to dissipate as Baekhyun took him entirely in his
mouth and began to deep throat him with a tender passion. As he sucked he
slipped out of his shorts and boxers and kicked them to the floor. Chanyeol’s
first orgasm came quickly after that and Baekhyun drank it all. “You’re my only
one. My only love.” He positioned himself over Chanyeol and forced his brother
inside. It hurt but it had to hurt. The hurt made it feel even better. Chanyeol
shuddered beneath him and Baekhyun began to rotate his hips before he was
ready. The moans that escaped his lips could only come from Chanyeol filling
him to completion. Baekhyun came after only six thrusts down onto Chanyeol but
he didn’t stop. His cum stained the fabric of Chanyeol’s tank top and Chanyeol
removed it quickly. The sight of his brother’s body spurred Baekhyun to go
faster and harder. To prove himself to Chanyeol. Nothing was above him. Nothing
was above his brother. Chanyeol’s second orgasm quickly overflowed within
Baekhyun but he didn’t care and when Chanyeol made no attempt to pull out
Baekhyun simply used his brother’s seed as further lubrication. The squelching
sound of his brother cock sliding inside him filled the room and he relished
the feeling. This would become his life. His mantra. His brother’s cock inside
him. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly as the euphoria of his purpose
became clear to him. He lived to pleasure this man. His man. “Brother,
please…more…” Chanyeol flipped him over and quickly reentered his cum soaked
entrance. The thrusts were wild and territorial. Baekhyun felt it. He belonged
to Chanyeol and Chanyeol was making that known with every fresh thrust. He
wasn’t dirty. He wasn’t a piece of trash that no one else would want. He was
special. Only Chanyeol, the most beautiful man in the world, could have him. He
was better than everyone else. He was chosen. “Channy…your cock…is amazing…”
Baekhyun managed to whimper as he felt his brother’s wet cock slide in and out
of him with such ease that there was barely a remaining hint of friction. Then,
Baekhyun began to cry. His eyes watered up and he tried to repress them but
they only came harder. He didn’t deserve this man. He didn’t deserve this
treatment. Such pleasure. He didn’t deserve this cock inside him. He wept and
Chanyeol ceased as the tears fell down Baekhyun’s cheeks.
“What is it?” Chanyeol asked as he leaned down and tenderly kissed the tip of
Baekhyun’s nose.
“I-I-I don’t deserve…you…” Baekhyun tried to say through his hitching breathes.
Immediately Chanyeol began to thrust into Baekhyun with a slower passion.
“Never say that,” Chanyeol said as Baekhyun felt the long length of his
brother’s cock slide into him with a loving feeling. “I want you. Only you.
It’s why I got so mad. I thought someone else took you from me.”
“Never,” Baekhyun said as his arms wrapped around Chanyeol’s neck. He needed
kisses. Chanyeol gave him kisses. Many kisses. Possibly hundreds. Their lips
mingled and lapped, bit and engulfed. Every passion and need for the other was
expressed in nothing but their lips. Chanyeol gave a few more thrusts before he
then pulled out. He knelt in front of Baekhyun and Baekhyun took in his
brother. The sharp definition of his body, now covered in sweat, was perfectly
proportioned and exposed the soaking shining length of his perfectly sized
cock. He was utterly perfect.
“All of this is for you,” Chanyeol whispered and Baekhyun could see almost a
constant stream of precum spilling from Chanyeol’s cock. He was so close.
“Can I touch it?” Baekhyun asked. Chanyeol nodded. He reached out and felt the
hot flesh of his brother’s cock. It was taut, wet, and hot. A tender loving
kiss to the tip had Chanyeol’s breath hitch. He gave a single stroke. It was
all that was needed. Chanyeol came in a number of long thick ropes and Baekhyun
watched as his brother’s cum hit the wall behind him. Every muscle in
Chanyeol’s body went tense with each new spray. The sight of Chanyeol so undone
by Baekhyun’s mere fingers and lips was all it took for Baekhyun as well. He
came fiercely into the bedsheets as Chanyeol continued to orgasm until he was
dry. With the euphoria of the moment still washing over Baekhyun he pushed
Chanyeol down and took his softening cock in his mouth. He needed his sucker.
He needed to rest. Chanyeol let him suck at his own pace. It would be a few
hours until Baekhyun was done and Chanyeol made no move to rush him. He knew
Baekhyun needed it. To worship his brother. So he let him. It wasn’t until
three hours later and when Baekhyun’s lips was covered in the remnants of six
orgasms that he finally let Chanyeol’s flaccid cock out of his mouth and gave a
final kiss to it before he rest his head on Chanyeol’s head to sleep. Chanyeol
had nothing left to offer and could barely get his arm around Baekhyun before
sleep took him.
***** Chapter 3 *****
The air was humid. Baekhyun’s sweat had created a tack on his skin that was
both uncomfortable and filled him with a sense of filth. A gasp escaped him as
the rod was slid back inside of him. Chanyeol knelt behind him on the bed and
pushed the ribbed rod inside of Baekhyun once more to earn a yelp of pleasure
and pain. It had been little over a year since he’d moved in and it was
Baekhyun’s birthday. He’d dropped out of school, much to the fury of his
parents, and he hadn’t spoken to them in months. All that existed now was
Chanyeol. His brother. While his brother worked he would stay at home and clean
or prepare dinner. When Chanyeol would come home he would either be punished
for something done inadequately or just for Chanyeol’s yearning for Baekhyun’s
body. They had only each other. The world was nothing to them. His ass was
slathered with lubricant which had long since mingled with his sweat and
stained the bedsheets in a wet pool. Chanyeol’s own body was soaked with sweat
and his cock was wet with precum and lube from when he’d fucked Baekhyun
fiercely just thirty minutes prior. Chanyeol was insatiable. It never stopped.
Every morning and every evening. Baekhyun couldn’t help but give in. Chanyeol
was all he’d ever desired. He’d never wanted anyone else and now that was
exactly what he had. Baekhyun hadn’t left the house in weeks. His hair had
grown out since his brother preferred the grip. He kept himself clean shaven.
Chanyeol didn’t like the stubble that would grow. It pricked his lips when he
bit Baekhyun’s cheeks or neck. He only wore Chanyeol’s own shirts and boxers.
Chanyeol wanted Baekhyun’s scent on them when he went to work. His legs and
arms were tied together since Chanyeol’s bed lacked bed posts.
The ribbed rod was removed and quickly replaced with Chanyeol’s once again hard
cock. He whimpered as his brother filled him. Friction was never a problem
anymore. He never had the time to tighten back up before his brother was inside
him once more. Walking had become difficult for him. The unrelenting force of
his brother’s tip ramming into his prostate day after day, week after week, had
his whole body aching. It was an ache he had always wished for. The nonstop
ache of his brother’s love. He cried when Chanyeol was away. When Chanyeol car
came to the driveway he would scamper around the house to try and find what
he’d forgotten. But it never mattered. Chanyeol would come in and kiss him. He
would eat the food that Baekhyun prepared and then Baekhyun was removed from
any clothing he may have been wearing. Then his brother would enter him, just
like he was now, and would fuck him until tears streamed down Baekhyun’s cheeks
and Baekhyun had nothing left to offer. It usually lasted three hours. Once it
was done Chanyeol would leave him to take a shower and then make Baekhyun
change the sheets. Once Baekhyun did they would lie down together and Chanyeol
would hold him. Baekhyun would try to not cry in Chanyeol’s arms but sometimes
it did. If Chanyeol saw them he would fuck Baekhyun again. And again. As much
as it was necessary until Baekhyun stopped crying. They talk was mostly
nonexistent between them anymore. Action was their only language it seemed
anymore. Action and Chanyeol’s disappointment.
Baekhyun held back the tears as his brother fucked him. The lubed cock slid out
of him as easily as ever only to quickly refill him to the brink. Baekhyun came
into the sheets. Chanyeol didn’t stop. He never stopped. Baekhyun felt
Chanyeol’s hands grip him by the waist as to strengthen his hold on Baekhyun’s
small form. Chanyeol’s pace became an unrelenting piston of pleasure and pain
that shot up Baekhyun’s spine to the point that he felt the tingle in the base
of his feet. His mouth hung open and spittle fell down his cheek as he gasped
for air beneath Chanyeol’s assault. Chanyeol’s strong arms flipped him over and
he looked up to see Chanyeol glaring at him. They were dark and controlling.
Dominating. He’d always wanted his brother to look at him that way. They were
brothers. They were meant to be together. Right? Chanyeol reentered and fucked
into him without blinking. Baekhyun wanted to look away. He was ashamed.
Ashamed to be so dirty. To be so helpless. So used. He looked away. Chanyeol
struck him across the cheek. Baekhyun returned his gaze to Chanyeol’s eyes. The
bruises never fully faded until fresh ones could replace them. His eyes teared
up as Chanyeol let out a loud grunt and spanked Baekhyun harshly. Baekhyun came
a second time and it spattered across his chest in long ropes. His thin frame
was shaking from the unrelenting assault of Chanyeol’s actions. He was going
numb. His arms and legs were still tied with his knees rested against
Chanyeol’s chest. The cock inside him filled him with fresh hot cum but it
never stopped. It seeped out of him in a wet stream of pleasure and domination.
It stained the bedsheets. He blinked away the tears as best he could as
Chanyeol’s harsh grip went up to his shoulders as to push Baekhyun down as he
himself thrust upward. It deepened the thrusts and Baekhyun let out a yell of
pain.
“Shut up,” Chanyeol snarled as he got a better position on his knees and began
to pick up his pace once more.
“Channy…” Baekhyun tried to get out but couldn’t through the pain. It was
overwhelming. “It…hurts…” Chanyeol didn’t stop. “C-Chan…” he was cut off by
Chanyeol’s hands around his throat, cutting them off.
“I said shut up.” The thrusting continued and Baekhyun couldn’t breathe.
Chanyeol’s strong fingers were wrapped around him. The calloused skin of his
hands were rough around Baekhyun’s frail neck. He began to cry again. He gagged
and whimpered as best he could. He struggled. “Brother, please…stop…” Baekhyun
managed to say through the grip but Chanyeol only tightened the grip and
quickened his pace. He used his fingers to unbind his hands as best he could.
They loosened but were still restrained. His chest was screaming for air. He
couldn’t get out. “Stop!” he screeched with his scratched helpless voice. When
his legs got loose from beneath Chanyeol’s chest he drove the tip of his knee
into Chanyeol’s groin. Chanyeol’s thrusting ceased and his whole body went taut
as if all the air had been taken from him. Chanyeol fell off of Baekhyun and
began to vomit on the floor. Baekhyun, with his brother finally off of him he
sat up as he tried to ignore the pain that rang in his whole body. While
Chanyeol rolled on the floor Baekhyun tried to loosen the binds around his
ankles with his shaking fingers. They didn’t release but they loosened. He got
off the bed and fell to his knees, the pain in his rear and back overwhelming
him temporarily. He felt Chanyeol grab his ankle but Baekhyun managed to pull
it away and he ran for the door. “Baekhyun!” his brother…Chanyeol roared behind
him. He heard Chanyeol struggle to his own feet but Baekhyun burst out the
front door, tied and nude. With his heart pounding and his body screaming in
pain he fell onto the front lawn. Tears fell down his face as he tried to get
back to his bound feet and run as quickly as he could. The neighbor was just
across the street and Chanyeol was right behind him. Chanyeol’s hand gripped
him by the hair and began to pull him harshly back into the house. He screamed,
the bruises of Chanyeol’s fingers on his neck deepening in color. The door
slammed shut as Baekhyun was thrown back onto the bed.
“Chanyeol, please,” Baekhyun pleaded, “Please don’t…I don’t want this.”
“This is what you always said you wanted,” Chanyeol growled and retightened the
binds on Baekhyun’s ankles. “And if you ever do that again, I’ll make sure I’m
the last thing you see.” He then tied Baekhyun’s feet to his hands and
tightened them so they were unmoving and he mounted Baekhyun. Chanyeol stuffed
a sock into Baekhyun’s mouth to quiet his screams. He was fucked for another
twenty minutes before the police arrived. When the cops knocked on the door
Chanyeol told them that he was fine and that it was just an argument. If
Baekhyun hadn’t managed to spit the sock out and scream the cops never would
have entered. At first the scene shocked them but Baekhyun pleaded with them.
He didn’t plead for what. He didn’t know. All he could do was beg for their
help. Chanyeol was pulled off and Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol struggled with
the police before he was brought to the ground and cuffed. A police officer
removed the binds on Baekhyun’s limbs and his body fell limp to the bed. He was
covered in cum, sweat, and his entrance was seeping blood and lubricant. He was
ashamed. He hated it. The police looked at him queerly. He curled up into a
ball as best he could and wept.
A gentle sunlight warmed Baekhyun’s skin as he sat at the small metal table
outside of the café where he sipped his Americano. The fall season was in full
effect and he bundled himself up in a heavy wool jacket to fight off the chill
of the morning air. It was part of his new routine. The waitress, a wonderful
young woman named Rachel, brought him a small brownie cupcake that he’d
ordered.
“Here you are, darling,” she said with a smile and he returned it.
“Thank you,” he answered in the best English he could manage. He put down his
Americano and looked at the small brownie. It was his birthday. He closed his
eyes and remembered his last birthday. Chanyeol arrested. Baekhyun helpless and
bleeding. When their parents found out what had been going on and for how long,
they were both disowned. He had nowhere to go. He knew nothing but the man he
had called his brother. Chanyeol was sentenced to seven years in prison for
incest, sexual assault, and rape. Baekhyun was diagnosed with Dependent
Personality Disorder and Sex Addiction and had put into a mental hospital for
several months until he was cleared and given a temporary place to stay.
Integrating back into society was rough for Baekhyun. Combining his time alone
at Chanyeol’s home, the duration of the trial, and his time in the mental
hospital, it had been almost six months since he’d been out among other people.
He’d managed to sell most of the remaining things that he had to get enough
rent for a cheap apartment for two months. It was a yearlong lease but he
didn’t tell the landlord that he couldn’t afford anything beyond that unless he
had a job. He was lucky, however, when he found a job at a grocery store where
he was both a register clerk and helped out in the deli occasionally once he
had been given the proper training. It kept him afloat with a little extra
spending money on the side.
A fresh chilly breeze washed over him and he took a bite from his brownie
cupcake while he shivered slightly. Why he insisted on sitting out in the chill
he didn’t know. Maybe to punish himself for being so warped. So dependent. He
let Chanyeol abuse him for so long and it was only until it nearly killed him
that he realized how messed up, how wrong, it all was. He munched on the sweet
cake and sipped his Americano as tears welled up in his eyes. He pushed them
back and shivered as he took another bite of cake.
“Hey,” came a voice and Baekhyun looked up to see someone standing by the door
into the café. He was Asian, Baekhyun could tell, and his English was equally
rough. “Come inside.” Baekhyun looked at him for a few minutes as he swallowed
the cupcake in his mouth.
“I’m ok,” Baekhyun said but the man shook his head.
“Come on. I have a seat at my table. It’s getting colder out here.” Baekhyun
shivered as he looked into the man’s eyes. They were soft. His tone was
genuine. He was cute. Baekhyun slowly got up and gathered his things before he
walked to the door and followed the man inside. A blast of heat hit him as he
entered and he let out a sigh as his body began to warm up. The man’s table was
small but it only held the man’s own drink of choice. Baekhyun sat down and
removed his jacket to hang on the back of his chair. He sipped on his Americano
as the man sipped on his own drink. He was very cute. Then he quickly averted
his eyes and looked back down at his coffee.
“Thanks for the seat,” Baekhyun said as he continued to avoid eye contact with
the man.
“It’s no problem,” the man answered. A few minutes of silence passed until the
man broke it. “What’s your name?” Baekhyun shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
“B-Baekhyun…” he said while his eyes remained firmly glued to the ground.
“I’m Yixing,” the man responded. Baekhyun allowed his eyes to slowly rise back
up to meet the man called Yixing’s eyes. His face was bright and his black hair
was slicked back to help reveal his forehead and an earring in one of his ears.
Very handsome. He felt his loins warm up and he shifted in his seat as he
smiled back.
“Nice to meet you.”
“What were you doing out there?” Baekhyun felt the pang of guilt. Chanyeol.
“Just celebrating my birthday.”
“Alone?”
“I don’t really have anyone.” Baekhyun saw the small frown cross Yixing’s face.
“That doesn’t sound like fun. Especially on a Saturday.” Baekhyun nodded.
“It isn’t.”
That evening Baekhyun’s head was bobbing between Yixing’s legs. The new size
and girth was foreign to Baekhyun but he loved it. He remained fully clothed
while Yixing had been stripped of his shirt but Baekhyun didn’t even wait to
remove the man’s pants. He simply pulled Yixing out from his jeans and boxers
and taken him. They were on Yixing’s couch and Yixing’s head fell back as he
gasped in pleasure. Baekhyun’s tongue toyed with Yixing’s tip and began to jerk
him while doing it. The tautness of Yixing’s abs told Baekhyun it was time. He
swallowed around Yixing and when the hot cream filled his mouth he let it roll
around on his tongue and coat the inside of his mouth. He swallowed all he
could. Some sweat had permeated onto Yixing’s body and Yixing gasped as he
tried to catch his breath. Baekhyun got to his feet and wiped his mouth.
“I need to go,” Baekhyun said suddenly. Yixing looked up at him.
“W-what…?” Baekhyun quickly departed and left Yixing on the couch with his now
flaccid cock hanging out of his jeans with a panting and confused look on his
face. Baekhyun walked back out into the cold and rushed towards his apartment.
It was only a few blocks away but he didn’t tell Yixing that. He ran. His
hardness was aching beneath his pants and when he reached his apartment he
stripped himself of his clothing and began to tug at his erection. It only took
six strokes. He came violently in long ropes of cum that seemed unending. He’d
thought of Chanyeol but he’d also thought of Yixing. His body spasmed from the
release and he looked at the long lines of cum that now streaked across the
linoleum floor of his small kitchen. He wanted to slap himself. He did. The
orgasm did nothing to alleviate his hardness. It was still there. Still wanting
something. He still needed something. He didn’t know what. He did know.
Chanyeol. He wanted Chanyeol. But Chanyeol hates him. Chanyeol tried to kill
him. Chanyeol raped him. But he did it because he loved him. No, he hates him.
Fuck Chanyeol. I want to fuck Chanyeol. No, fuck Chanyeol. Baekhyun wept. He
stroked himself as he wept. He wanted the feelings to go away. To stop feeling
this need. Why was he never satisfied? As much as he stroked it never came. The
thoughts always fell back to Chanyeol. The only one he ever knew. The one who
if he’d never expressed his desire and affection for, neither of them would be
in this situation. His brother wouldn’t be in jail and he wouldn’t be alone and
disowned from the family. He stroked harder until it hurt. It didn’t help. He
sent his brother to jail because he didn’t care. He didn’t listen to reason. He
didn’t follow basic fundamental law. He stopped his stroking and fell to the
cold linoleum in a sobbing mess. Hey He cut back his sobs as he heard the voice
in his head. Come inside. It’s getting colder out here. He wiped the tears from
his eyes and sat up as he looked at his apartment. His empty cell.
He stood back outside Yixing’s apartment door and gently knocked with a shaking
hand. It was only ninety minutes later but he was terrified. The ease with
which he’d entered with Yixing now seemed like a door that was now shut to him.
The door slowly opened and Yixing’s face peered out from the crack which the
door chain allowed.
“Hey,” Yixing said quietly.
“Hi,” Baekhyun responded. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I…ran off…I was nervous…” Yixing
didn’t answer but continued to look at him with those gentle eyes. “Can I come
in?” Yixing looked at him. Baekhyun looked back. “Please?” A few moments of
quiet were then met with the door shutting in Baekhyun’s face. He almost teared
up until he heard the sound of the door chain being removed and the door opened
fully. Yixing had clearly changed for bed. He wore boxers and a black tank top.
Baekhyun stepped in wearing his coat and everything. The door shut behind him
and Baekhyun looked at the couch where less than ninety minutes ago he’d been
sucking Yixing off like a maniac. A sex craved maniac. A fucked up lunatic. A
creep. He sat on Yixing’s couch and Yixing walked over to sit with him. He
looked at the man who let him into his home. For sex. He looked at Yixing and
smiled. “Thanks.”
“Is everything alright?” Baekhyun could only let out a weak chuckle.
“No.” Baekhyun looked at his knotted hands in his lap. “I didn’t…I didn’t want
it to just…just be sex…” He could feel Yixing tense up. “Was it just going to
be about sex?” It took a few moments for him to get a response.
“I didn’t know what it was going to be about. I just went with the flow.”
Baekhyun nodded.
“I didn’t know either.” Yixing gently rubbed the back of Baekhyun’s neck and
Baekhyun felt his body relax slightly beneath the ministrations.
“It’s late and I have work tomorrow but I want to see you again.” Baekhyun
looked up at Yixing. His eyes were wide from what he’d just heard.
“You do?” Baekhyun asked. Yixing smiled.
“Well…on top of the great head…” Baekhyun let out a tear stained giggle and
Yixing gave a smile back, “I just really think you’re an interesting person.”
“There’s a lot of mess with this person,” Baekhyun responded honestly. “A lot
of baggage.”
“Same here,” Yixing admitted and continued to stroke the back of Baekhyun’s
neck gently.
“I’ll get out of here and let you get some sleep.” Yixing watched Baekhyun
stand up.
“You can stay here tonight if you want. It’s late and I don’t really know where
you live.” Baekhyun paused. “But only if you want to.” Baekhyun nodded.
“Thank you. But I insist on the couch.”
“The couch?” Yixing asked as he looked at it. “It’s not the most comfortable
thing to sleep on.”
“I figured,” Baekhyun answered as he removed his coat. “But if I stay in bed
with you…I can’t promise I won’t try to get another…taste…” the small hint of
lust on the last word was not willingly expressed. He saw Yixing smile.
“I mean…if you wanted to I wouldn’t exactly mind. But you’d have to let me
return the favor.”
“I thought you had work tomorrow.”
“Not until ten.”
Less than ten minutes later Baekhyun lay beneath Yixing’s sheets with the heat
of Yixing’s mouth around his member. It was gentle and unrushed. The heat
within him roiled like steam that was trying to escape. He was at his climax
within two minutes and he quickly pat Yixing’s shoulder to warn him. Yixing
ignored it and drank it all. The heat in his stomach cooled as he saw Yixing’s
head slowly emerge from the bedsheets and appear right in front of his face.
Yixing smiled and Baekhyun returned it. He felt between Yixing’s legs and found
he was painfully erect. Baekhyun smirked and slid under the bedsheets and
pushed Yixing onto his back. Yixing gasped as he felt Baekhyun take him
entirely into his mouth and begin to bob his head. Yixing lasted a little
longer this time, closer to ten minutes, but when he finished Baekhyun drank
him down as well and let the softening cock from his mouth. He slid up next to
Yixing and saw that Yixing was utterly satisfied. Deep down Baekhyun realized
he was satisfied too. The warmth of Yixing’s body engulfing him was gentle and
serene. He closed his eyes and let his head rest on Yixing’s chest. It wasn’t
Chanyeol. He didn’t want it to be. Not anymore. Brother, please…get out of
jail…but never come to me again.
THE END
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