Paint It Black [ ChanBaek ]

7

Seeing the familiar figure getting drenched in rain standing in front of the building he rushes across the slippery road. 

He lifted his umbrella higher to cover both of them pulling Baekhyun closer to his body, to which the other looked at him with an amused expression, hair plastered to his forehead the cold icy rain piercing his pale and wet skin

Baekhyun wraps his fingers around Chanyeol’s hand which is gripping the handle of the umbrella tightly, Chanyeol loosens his hold at the touch of the other, and his hand falls slack.

Baekhyun closes the umbrella in a snap dropping it on the ground below.

“Enjoy the moment,” Baekhyun says before turning his face back to the sight of the rain falling relentlessly on the empty street.

Chanyeol tilts his fingers upwards and watches the remnants of the drops run downwards like tiny rivers on his skin.

He has forgotten to enjoy the little moments in life, everything has been a routine to him, he has been surviving but right now when his fingers are intertwined with Baekhyun’s he feels like he is finally learning how to live.

“This...this is beautiful” Chanyeol whispers just loud enough for Baekhyun to hear.

“I know” Baekhyun nods closing his eyes and and letting each splash caress his face.

You are beautiful

Chanyeol doesn’t say but he stares at him, the serenity on Baekhyun’s expression drives him crazy, he has never felt like this before. He pulls  Baekhyun into a kiss. The water runs down their faces to where the lips meet. Baekhyun pushes his lips in more firmly causing Chanyeol’s head to swim. He doesn’t care about the rain soaking through his clothes, making his jeans weigh heavier. All he knows is that time has stopped on its axis feeling like they are the only two people who exist rest of the world doesn't matter.

Chanyeol doesn't how they manage to get back to his apartment, Baekhyun’s fingers clutching clumps of his now inky hair, his hand cupping the other’s face. Their steps are unsteady as their knees grow weaker and their heart beat quickly every second.

They both slump down on Chanyeol’s mattress, the bed creaks with the weight.

Chanyeol kisses Baekhyun tasting the raindrops until his lips turn red and raw, his lungs demanding air.

Baekhyun presses kisses along his jawline, down to his neck, and collarbone, tugging at his cardigan Baekhyun draws it up just enough to slide his hands underneath it. The contact of cold fingertips on Chanyeol’s skin stung yet it sent shivers down his spine and burst of height straight to his core.

“Take your clothes off” Baekhyun’s voice hoarse on the shell of his ear.

Chanyeol does as he is told, like his mind has stopped functioning on its own, he pulls his cardigan off his head throwing it somewhere on the floor. It has been so long since he’d felt anything like it. He unzips his jeans and pulls them along his boxer down letting it pool around his feet, he steps out of it and walks toward Baekhyun who is watching him with an unwavering gaze. The nakedness doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable it feels natural.

“Why are you still dressed?” Chanyeol asks as runs the pad of his thumb on Baekhyun’s cheek.

“Waiting for you” Baekhyun bites his lips tilting his head to the side,

The words make Chanyeol smile, he reaches out and helps Baekhyun out of his clothes. He closes his hands around his waist, Baekhyun’s skin is soft to the touch. Chanyeol tightens his hands, pulling him closer as his mouth moves beneath the other’s licking, and nibbling. A small sound escapes Baekhyun’s mouth and it’s like delicious torment.

The need to touch, be touched, take and give, is all-consuming.

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