In the Dragon's lair - 18+

Chapter 4

A pretty, delighted smile bloomed on Yifan's features. "Thank you," he breathed. "Here, sit up." He reached out a hand and Chanyeol took it, oiled skin grasping for purchase on oiled skin. Yifan pulled him up to sitting, then sat down on the table next to Chanyeol's hip, very close, very intimate. They were very near to the same size - Chanyeol was not used to someone tall enough to look him in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?" Chanyeol asked abruptly.

Instead of answering, Yifan leaned in, stopping with his lips a bare hair's-breadth from Chanyeol's. It was too easy to close the distance, and Yifan's lips were exactly as warm and soft as they looked, pressing against Chanyeol's sweet and chaste. The fire that roared down Chanyeol's spine and ignited in his belly felt anything but chaste, and he moaned softly, parting his lips and mouthing gently at Yifan's to encourage him to do the same. Yifan let Chanyeol lead, but his experience was very apparent, his mouth invitingly pliant. Chanyeol wondered how many other people Yifan had kissed in this room, and shivered.

Yifan took Chanyeol's jaw in one big, warm hand, gently turned his face away, and sucked Chanyeol's earlobe into his mouth. Gasping, Chanyeol reached for him, his hands landing on Yifan's shoulders before it occurred to him that they were still oily. He made to let go, but Yifan did something with his tongue, and the spike of heat that shot down his spine made him lose track of everything else.

"Hmm, I thought so," Yifan murmured, deep and rich and right in his ear. The words made his lips brush Chanyeol's skin in all sorts of interesting ways.

"Thought what?" Chanyeol breathed, tilting his head to the side to give Yifan as much access as possible.

Big hands dropped to Chanyeol's thighs, one on each, wrapping around the flesh up so high that his thumbs sat in the crease between Chanyeol's thigh and pelvis. The touch was over his boxers, but it seared anyway, and Chanyeol resisted the urge to loudly moan and thrust his hips up. "Thought that you might like attention paid to your ears," Yifan responded, punctuating the statement with a delicate lick up along the shell. Chanyeol's cock jerked beyond his control, pulsing heavily, and Yifan moaned in response, making Chanyeol realize that he could feel the fabric of Chanyeol's underwear stretch.

Yifan's head turned, resting against Chanyeol's temple. "Look at you," he whispered. And Chanyeol wasn't sure if the command was meant to be rhetorical, but he looked down anyway, at himself, and at Yifan's body next to his. The contrast between his own gleaming, freshly-oiled torso and Yifan's crisp, professional attire was very, very striking.

Feeling suddenly - simultaneously - self-conscious and vain, Chanyeol sat up straighter, stretching out his torso so the minimal definition in his abs was more clearly visible. He had been working on it, sort of half-heartedly, but if there was any chance he was going to be seeing Yifan again, he had a feeling he was going to have a lot more motivation to go to the gym.

Humming, with a little smile curling his full lips, Yifan slid one hand behind Chanyeol, touching his fingers to a spot between and just below Chanyeol's shoulder blades. "Squeeze here," he murmured. "Pull your shoulder blades down, like - yes, that's it." Chanyeol did as he asked, tightening the particular muscle he was touching, his shoulders dropping and chest lifting, and tried to remember to breathe when Yifan's mouth dropped open in an expression of undisguised lust. Long fingers traced out the shape of the flexed muscle. "There, see? That's good posture. Practice that, it'll help with the pain." He nibbled on his lip. "And it looks fucking good on you."