I'm Not Your Cinderella

CHAPTER 13 - Distance

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL LOL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Chapter 13

Distance

Chanyeol carried him upstairs, tossing him on his own bed with fire burning in his eyes. Baekhyun's chest was ready to explode. He couldn't take his eyes off of the elder, off of his moistened lips and blown up eyes. With his hands on both shoulders of the man above him, Baekhyun tried to push him back but Chanyeol crawled on top of him, his body slicing his way in between his legs.

"Chanyeol—" Whatever it was that Baekhyun was going to say, it was all swallowed down when the elder's lips sealed his with a deep, passionate kiss. He felt his hand roaming around his body in all the good ways, tracing every contour, all the curves and edges, taking his breath all the way with his reasonable thinking.

Maybe because deep inside, Baekhyun wanted this, maybe he longed for this that was why he chose to ignore the voice inside his head to hit Chanyeol and escaped the advances he was doing right now.

Just this once... Baekhyun thought.

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Chanyeol developed a solid frustration from all the fabrics that covered both of their bodies. With his impatience, he gripped the thin shirt that Baekhyun was wearing and decided to rip it off, earning a gasp from the man whose neck he was feasting on. Chanyeol lathered him with kisses, bite marks under his jaws, down to his collarbones. The shirt was tossed somewhere in no time, giving Chanyeol the access to the expanse of skin ready to be devoured and owned.

He kept his hands on Baekhyun's hips, maintaining a tight grip so that his princess wouldn't be able to escape. When he crawled down from Baekhyun's collarbones to his sternum, he heard the other took a deep breath, eliciting a proud smirk from the CEO as he traced the edges of his front teeth in the middle of Baekhyun's chest.

He could feel his erection brushing against his tummy, and Chanyeol's muscles flexed in delight upon imagining how would his princess tasted like when he swallow him and eat him like a five star meal. Chanyeol's left hand traced the younger's slender waist with Baekhyun's soft whimpers in the background. His skin was sensitive, and everything was so new to him. Chanyeol's big and warm hand touching his bare torso was like fire crawling on his skin.

It burnt. It felt right. It felt... good.

When Chanyeol tugged the waistline of his shorts, Baekhyun was pulled out of trance and instantly his both hands grabbed on the man's dark locks with a good grip, trying to pull his face off of his crotch. When did he get there? What was he doing there?!

"Chan-Chanyeol—get off—what the hell—"

Chanyeol's hand grabbed one of Baekhyun's wrist to take his hand off of his hair, growling when he used his teeth to thug the garter of Baekhyun's shorts. The latter's thighs were perfectly on both sides of Chanyeol's head. The shorter man scowled at the sight, because it was fucking erotic, he couldn't deny that. "Princess, let me do it," he breathed.

Baekhyun hadn't even form a coherent argument to say when Chanyeol dropped his hand and tugged his shorts down together with his boxers. Face red from embarrassment, Baekhyun who was exposed with his prick standing proudly against his stomach covered his face with a nearby pillow that he could reach. His chest violently raising up and down, and Chanyeol's hot breath against his member wasn't even helping him.

When he realized that he was been exposed for a good minute with Chanyeol doing nothing, he tossed the pillow aside and cried out, "What! Are you going to stare at my dick all night?!"