Elites of Seoul

Chapter 8

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Chanyeol had been wrong. One night hadn't been enough to relieve all of the sexual frustration he held for the Byun's one and only heir.

He had been utterly and completely wrong.

So it hadn't been a surprise to both of them when they woke up in the early hours of the morning with heavy arousals. With the fresh memories of the passionate union they had made the night before, it took little to no resistance for them to engage in another round.

Although this time Chanyeol made sure to not be so rough and instead observed Baekhyun's reactions beneath him, the shorter male's mind was laced with sleep but still reacting to all his ministrations eagerly, his continuous soft moans turned Chanyeol on effortlessly.

Chanyeol panted heavily once he came before finally pulling himself away from Baekhyun, rolling onto his back as he gazed at the dull looking ceiling.

"This was the last time, Park," Baekhyun managed to huff out between his heavy breaths, Chanyeol felt himself harden again as he inspected the knackered state of the shorter male. Fuck! Why did Baekhyun have to look so wrecked and fuckable?

Chanyeol didn't know what to say in response, he didn't know exactly which other situations could arise in their unpredictable dangerous future but he secretly wanted them to do it again.

He wanted to see more of the unrestrained Baekhyun he saw last night and this morning; completely unguarded, his emotions all out on display for him to see. His every breath, his every expression, his every sound bore onto Chanyeol's mind.

The Park Heir craved for more, more of Baekhyun, his husband Park Baekhyun.

Chanyeol was pulled out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard the door unlock, making him quickly pull up the blanket over his and Baekhyun's naked forms before sitting up.

Zhang Yixing entered slowly with a knowing smirk, "It seems like the honeymoon period is not over yet for you lovebirds."

Baekhyun blushed deeply as he suddenly pulled the blanket even further up to his chin to hide as much of his bare body as he could.

Chanyeol assumed that the Chinese drug lord had clearly heard their morning romp after seeing the leering grin and the sleazy wink that was thrown towards Baekhyun.

"Well, I came to wish you a good morning but it seems like you two have already had a very good morning," Zhang Yixing chortled, not being able to keep himself from laughing at his own joke.

"I have to say that Bang was wrong about you two," Yixing slowly walked towards to sit on one of the armchairs situated next to Chanyeol's side of the bed. "There is a lot more to both of you that he hasn't been able to see, but I have."

Chanyeol's body stiffened at Yixing's casual behaviour, not knowing why the drug lord was in their bedroom this early in the morning. "We could perhaps carry on this conversation in your office, Sir," Chanyeol suggested after seeing Baekhyun bury himself even further into the covers in shame, his bed hair sticking out haphazardly from the edge of the blanket.

"Oh, where are my manners? I will let you get ready," Yixing suddenly stood up, although his voice sounded anything but apologetic. "I should be seeing you in my office after that," He ordered to Chanyeol who hurriedly nodded in reply.

Once the door had closed behind the intimidating gangster, Chanyeol let out a small sigh of relief.

He rubbed his hands across his face as he mumbled, "I guess I will hit the shower first."