Baekhyun's lips in the process.
Baekhyun grins. "You know you love it."
He grabs Chanyeol by the hand and pulls him to the bathroom, shucking off the rest of Chanyeol's clothes as they go.
***
Chanyeol tries to turn the taps to the cooler side in the shower, hoping to prevent himself from popping another erection if Baekhyun gets a little too frisky.
Baekhyun is surprisingly tame at first. He keeps his hands to himself, rubbing shampoo into his hair and lathering himself up with body wash. Even without Baekhyun touching him, it's a problem, Chanyeol soon realizes.
Baekhyun is ridiculously appealing when he's not doing anything in particular, but it becomes clear as time goes on that it's not by mistake, the slow slip of his fingers as Baekhyun rinses, how he bends over for longer than necessary, the way his lips part every time he follows the path of water rivulets down the dips of Chanyeol's back.
It's not long before Baekhyun kisses Chanyeol under the spray of the shower, tasting water and warmth. Baekhyun looks good even drenched like this, Chanyeol thinks, and it's even better when Baekhyun presses their bodies together, guiding Chanyeol's hands to drag up his curves or settle dangerously close to his perky nipples. Chanyeol can't resist much more than that, hands roaming hungrily over every inch of Baekhyun that he can reach and it's so much milky skin offered up and it's all for him.
Chanyeol even hitches Baekhyun's thigh up around his waist as Baekhyun captures his lips again, hard, and he swallows down the contented sighs that Baekhyun exhales. Chanyeol can't seem to stop running his palms up and down the smooth skin and marveling at the contrast between Baekhyun's overheated flesh and the cool water.
It does nothing to help Chanyeol's spiking arousal when Baekhyun fixes on a single drop of water running down his neck and his soft lips flutter at Chanyeol's pulse, a hot touch of his tongue as he kisses the droplet away.
Baekhyun's hands are wandering too, one dipping lower and lower to tease at Chanyeol's half-hard dick, but it won't take long until he's aching again, not with Baekhyun's strategic touches, giving a little but never nearly enough.
Just a few minutes later, they end up stumbling out of the bathroom, with Chanyeol throwing a towel over them and holding carefully to Baekhyun's waist to make sure he won't slip. They're both clean anyway, but it seems like their efforts might be wasted.
Baekhyun flashes that wicked grin at him again, stalking toward Chanyeol until he's cornered against the bed.
"Round two?" he asks, eyes twinkling, stepping between Chanyeol's legs.
It's only when Chanyeol takes a look at the clock on his nightstand that he remembers they have work the next day, and it's already one in the morning.
"Baek," Chanyeol pleads half-heartedly, "You know how Joonmyun will get if we both don't show up tomorrow." He sounds incredibly unconvincing, especially with the soft moan he makes when Baekhyun rubs himself into his lap.
"Call him now," Baekhyun suggests after a moment. He fishes out his phone from the discarded clothes on the floor and hands it to Chanyeol. "Tell him we'll be late," he says, voice hypnotizingly low against Chanyeol's ear.
Even though it's such a bad idea, Chanyeol's already made up his mind to dial Joonmyun's number, but Baekhyun seems to think he needs a little more incentive.
Baekhyun drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll let you fuck me if you do."
Chanyeol nearly drops the phone. His mind is suddenly filled with vivid images of Baekhyun, folded in half, Baekhyun, legs spread for him, touching himself desperately-he swallows. Chanyeol's not wearing anything, so there's nothing between him and Baekhyun, nothing to hide the way Chanyeol hardens just at his own fantasy.
