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Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward off the couch with his eyes trained on the screen. Beside him Chanyeol was in a similar position, the other members scattered around waiting for their turn to play Mario Kart. Jongdae had broken the other remote, so only two at a time could play. It was the last lap and all eyes were glued to the screen. Chanyeol was right behind Baekhyun but it didn't look like he could make up the distance and Baek was already grinning in victory. Chanyeol cursed next to him, Junmyeon yelling about language from behind them.
"Aish! These controllers are too small for my hands!" Baekhyun snorted and glanced over at the excuse. Chanyeol's hands were curled around the controller, thumbs completely covering both knobs. The slightest twitch of his fingers had the controls flying in any given direction and his movements were jerky. Baekhyun felt his own fingers go slightly slack. The veins in Chanyeol's arms were prominent, standing out against taut muscle and Baekhyun jumped when Chanyeol let out a whoop.
He looked towards the screen and sank to the ground when he saw his cart had been upturned by a rogue banana peel, Chanyeol's character speeding past and clearing the finish line. Baekhyun didn't bother finishing the lap, tossing the controller to Sehun before getting off the couch and clinging to Junmyeon for support. Junmyeon with his tiny frame and normal sized hands. Chanyeol laughed and ruffled his hair teasingly. Baekhyun fleetingly wondered what it would feel like to have him tugging his hair instead before banishing the thought.
That was only the beginning of the problem. Now that Baekhyun was aware of just how large Chanyeol was in comparison to himself, it was hard to ignore. Baekhyun accidentally grabbed a sweatshirt of his on the way out of the dorms and was surprised when it fell down to his lower thighs and spilled over his fingertips. The members teased him relentlessly about it, but he couldn't think of any comeback, too dazed by the way Chanyeol's scent swaddled him and how small the jacket made him feel. He took it off when he felt himself starting to heat up more from the thought of who the jacket belonged to rather than the garment itself.
Chanyeol would occasionally use his shoulder as an armrest, leaning on him just enough that Baekhyun felt like his knees were going to give out. His height was one thing, but with their latest comeback, Chanyeol had gotten even more ripped, and Baekhyun was done for whenever he took off his shirt in dance practices. His arms looked strong enough to hold up all of Baekhyun's weight, and the thought was tantalizing. Scenes of Chanyeol pinning him to a bed and holding him there had taken up residence in his mind and emerged at the worst times.
One morning before most members had awoken, Baekhyun was sitting on the counter, sipping his tea and blinking blearily. He had gone to sleep late as was usual for the past few weeks, thoughts of Chanyeol still managing to seep into his dreams. He was only barely awake, and entirely unprepared for when said boy suddenly lumbered into the kitchen and right up to him. Baekhyun's legs were splayed open tiredly, and Chanyeol leaned into the space between them as he searched for something in the cabinet behind him. Baekhyun felt himself stop breathing. Chanyeol's thick arms were on either side of his head, and the tea that he had been drinking was now forgotten, adrenaline replacing any need for caffeine. Chanyeol's hips were wedged between Baekhyun's thighs, pushing them apart the further he leaned, and the sting made Baekhyun's cheeks flood with color. He could feel his morning wood twitch in interest and scrunched his eyes shut. Don't go there Byun, think of something else. Think of dead puppies and your dick of a chemistry teacher. Do not think of Chanyeol, or his thick, hard,-
"Baekhyunnie, do you know where the orange juice is? I can't find it," Baekhyun shuddered when he felt the low rumble of Chanyeol's morning voice. He was leaning back against the cabinet in an attempt to put some distance between them, but the new angle only let him see for himself the way Chanyeol looked between his legs, pinning him against the counter and caging him in with his arms. The visual was intoxicating and his breath hitched as he tried to right himself. He mumbled out an incoherent answer and Chanyeol finally looked away from the cabinet and down at Baekhyun, eyes widening as he took in their compromising position and sliding down his torso until he could clearly see the outline of Baekhyun's half-hard cock. He opened his mouth to say something, and Baekhyun saw him shift a fraction closer before-
"Morning kids! Who's ready for breakfast?"
