Cursed Freedom

All the Way

(Story under construction 🏗)

<Rated M for Sexual Content, Nudity, and Strong Language>

They continued on like this for days which turned into weeks, which turned into nearly two months of them sleeping in the same bed. A total of four months since Baekhyun first showed up at his door.

Chanyeol would wake up, plant a kiss on the cheek of a sleeping, or sometimes just waking Baekhyun and go down to the gym.

When he returned to his bedroom, he would find the bed made and Baekhyun gone.

He would shower and then mosey down to the kitchen where he would find Baekhyun reading a book in the parlor or waiting at the kitchen table until Chanyeol arrived so they could eat breakfast together.

They spent most of their free time in the library. They talked. They laughed. They flirted. They told stories. Sometimes Baekhyun would just sit, reading some book or another, and Chanyeol would just stare at him dreamily until Baekhyun inevitably caught him and shook his head, always with a huge smile on his beautiful face. It felt as if they had known each other for years instead of mere months.

Baekyun always spent some alone time in his room to take a nap after lunch.

Chanyeol spent this time flashed back to wandering around the mansion alone. Looking in different rooms, opening different doors, drawers, and cabinets, even though he already knew what was in each. But his mind was always on the sleeping angel on the third floor, wondering how soon he could see him again.

Then they would return to the kitchen to eat dinner, then clean up, have a little more library time, and then snuggle together on Chanyeol's bed until they fell asleep, only to wake up and do it all over again.

It wasn't to say Chanyeol was unhappy, and he regularly had to take care of his Baekhyun provoked hard-ons by jacking off in the shower or some such thing. But he started to wonder why they had had that one experience and nothing else afterward.

He was too scared to ask, as he could see occasionally, in Baekhyun's eyes when they talked, that he had been taken advantage of during his time on the streets and he didn't want to bring up bad memories for him.

He was too nervous to initiate anything himself because he didn't really know what he was doing. Sometimes he would ask questions about the mechanics of sex to Baekhyun, who would just giggle at him cutely and explain things to him.

He was running only on instinct the last time and the next time they did something, he wanted to be more prepared than that, at least enough to pretend like he knew what he was doing.

Although he wanted Baekhyun, and he wanted him BAD, he also held the dark secret that he wanted so badly to take over and dominate the small creature, just as Beakhyun had done to him that one time.

He pondered off and on if they were just very affectionate friends, or if they were something more and if there was ever going to be another experience. But the firey looks that Baekhyun would give him sometimes, in addition to the memories of that first blowjob, along with Baekhyun's promise to 'teach' him, reassured him.

After a while of their life running its course in a solid routine, Chanyeol decided that he would take the lust he felt festering inside him and harness it and the dirty thoughts that sprang up as images in his vivid imagination. He was going to attempt to seduce Baekhyun. He didn't know when, and he didn't know how, but he knew that it was fast approaching.

One day in the library, things were running their course as always, but that day, when Baekhyun's eyes peeked over his book, Chanyeol put on his darkest look, eyes burning, and crooked his finger at Baekhyun, beckoning to him.