Summary: Baekhyun's a hoe hoe hoe.
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It's just like old times.
Except it's not.
It's been more than 6 months since they last saw each other in person, and Baekhyun never wants to stop hugging the giant. Ever.
Luckily, his parents' master bedroom is downstairs and they can lock his bedroom door, but it still makes nude-y times a bit difficult.
Watching Netflix on his laptop is the closest thing they have to the little television that used to be in his room back in Korea, but Baekhyun's not complaining.
It's not like either of them are even watching.
Breathlessly, Baekhyun pulls away just enough to turn his focus on Chanyeol's shirt. Grabbing the hem, he tries to lift it up, but the giant stops him by holding onto his wrists.
"We're not going to start removing clothes."
Baekhyun frowns in protest. "I just want to feel you naked."
"Not with your parents downstairs."
Still, Baekhyun doesn't give up.
"But you got hotter, Yeol." Biting his bottom lip, Baekhyun glances up at him. "Like... Yeah, we video chat and everything, but— Yeollie. You kind of bulked up a little bit. Just enough. Anyways, I feel like I should see what else changed about you in the past few months, so if you would just kindly let go, I can make you happy—"
Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol keeps his hold steady. "Not now. Maybe when your parents leave for work or something."
"So, tomorrow."
"I mean—"
"Okay! Tomorrow, we'll cuddle. Then, I can show you around town! We can go to Disneyland soon, too! I have passes and I can get you a ticket." Baekhyun smiles at the thought of their itinerary. "I'm excited. Still a bit horny, but I guess we have all break."
"When did you get all rated on me?" Chanyeol asks, scoffing. He lets go of the brunet's hand when the latter is no longer actively trying to life up his shirt. "Kinda miss the cute Baekhyun."
Baekhyun gapes at him... All of a sudden, sitting on Chanyeol's lap feels wrong. "You don't like horny Baekhyun?"
Sensing the change in mood, Chanyeol sighs. He uses a free hand to cup the latter's cheek, dragging his thumb on the corner of Baekhyun's lips. "I like both."
Turning his head, Baekhyun licks the thumb with the tip of his tongue... Just barely. "Good. Now, do you want the blueberry?"
"What?"
Baekhyun laughs as he scoots off of Chanyeol's lap, leaving the man confused. "The blueberry!"
"Baekhyun."
Getting on the floor, Baekhyun gets on his knees and sits in front of Chanyeol's legs. "It's been, like, seven months," he says with a pout. "And I just miss it, you know. The dick. Yours in particular— I mean, I haven't seen other people's but I miss yours because it's the only one I've ever touched. Well, except mine, but self-cest doesn't count."
Scoffing, Chanyeol gently puts a hand over Baekhyun's head. "Babe."
"Yeah?"
"You need to slow down."
Baekhyun's shoulders drop. He looks deflated. "But I'm just happy you're here. I want to feel close to you, Yeol."
"We'll have plenty of time for that when I'm not so jet-lagged," Chanyeol says, giving him an apologetic look. "Like you said, we have tomorrow. I'll be here for a week and a half."
