Forever With Me | chanbaek

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Once Baekhyun had finished with his breakfast, he quickly washed his dishes and set them to dry before walking out of the back sliding door of their suite to the pool.

Chanyeol was lounging on one of the pool chairs with sunglasses hiding his eyes and a hat pulled over his head. He wasn't fully dressed, but thankfully for Baekhyun he was wearing swim trunks, that hung low on his hips. Unfortunately though —- depending on your view of the situation —- it gave Baekhyun an unobstructed view of his nicely toned body. The hours Chanyeol would spend working out at the gym proudly and promptly displayed all for Baekhyun to drool over.

Baekhyun rubbed his face and grumbled as he shuffled forward, plopping down in the chair beside Chanyeol with a small sigh.

Chanyeol peeked one eye open at the sound, a smirk already adorning his lips, knowing full well the reason behind Baekhyun's heavy sigh. His grin grew wider in pride as he closed his eyes and teasingly flexed his arms, earning an intake of breath from his vixen.

Then suddenly, a small but heavy-ish body was pouncing onto him as Baekhyun cried, "You're such a freaking tease, Park Chanyeol!" Which was then followed by the painfully harsh twist of his right nipple.

Chanyeol yelped and spung from his spot on the chair, sending Baekhyun onto the cement with a yelp of his own.

"Baekkie! That hurt!" Chanyeol cried as he covered his red nipple with his hand, frowning down at his little troublemaker.

Baekhyun scrunched his nose, closely resembling a puppy as he yelled, "Well, that's what you get for teasing me!"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "That's hardly fair. You tease me all the time, Baek, and I never once twisted your nipple," Chanyeol huffed.

Baekhyun stood up and crossed his arms, a smirk forming across his lips as he said, "That's because you're whipped." Chanyeol's jaw dropped, and then Baekhyun screamed as Chanyeol charged at him.

He ran towards the pool, his hands flapping at his sides as he cried, "Damn it! I'm trapped!" just as Chanyeol seized him around the waist and threw them both into the pool.

Baekhyun gasped before plugging beneath the surface with a big splash.

They both broke through the surface at the same time, and Baekhyun immediately began his swim to safety. Chanyeol caught his foot though, halting his means of escape. He pulled the flapping, water splashing Baekhyun close to his chest, locking his arms down at his sides while he leaned over him and bit the same nipple Baekhyun had pinched on Chanyeol.

Baekhyun gasped and cried, "Shit! Channie! Ow!" He struggled to get away, moving the water every which way before finally managing to break free.

Once he had, he quickly swam away and hopped out of the pool, only looking behind himself once on dry land again. He gaped at the sight of Chanyeol, leisurely floating in the middle of the pool, as if just moments ago he hadn't bitten his husband's nipple.

Baekhyun exhaled in frustration and glanced around himself. He saw some pool toys off to the side, and quickly went to them. He found a long pool noodle and pulled it out before charging towards the edge of the pool and leaning as far forward as he dared without falling in to smack Chanyeol on the head with the foam noodle. Chanyeol's eyes popped open and he furrowed his brow before darting his hand out, seizing the foam noodle quicker than Baekhyun could pull it away. He yanked on it and not realizing he could just simply let go, Baekhyun fell forward into the pool once again.

Splash!

He came up yet again, sputtering water and quickly swimming back out. And just like before when he looked over his shoulder, Chanyeol was lounging back in the water, this time with a foam noodle to support his weight as he chilled beneath the sun.

Baekhyun huffed and darted for the pool toys yet again. He found a floaty this time and chucked it at Chanyeol's head, only deeming that to be a bad idea after Chanyeol threw it back and smacked him square in the forehead, leaving a red circle between his eyebrows.

Eventually, he settled on a squirt gun and declared war, the heated battle ending inevitably on the floor of the bedroom with blankets strewn around their naked bodies.