⚠️ [Mature–ish] ⚠️

The headlights illuminated Baekhyun's house as they pulled up to the gate that soundlessly swung open after Baekhyun had pressed a button.

"This—- Your . . . your house is beautiful," Chanyeol said in awe.

Baekhyun smiled and softly muttered, "Thank you, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol nodded as they both unbuckled. Baekhyun locked up his car and closed his gate before leading the way to his front door; Baekhyun had told Chanyeol to bring the towel.

Once Baekhyun pushed his door open, he flipped what appeared to be the light to the living room on. It was very elegant and white, hints of color here and there. It was exactly how Chanyeol had expected Mr. Byun's house to look —- but what he didn't expect was the warmth. Mr. Byun seemed so cold and distance that Chanyeol assumed he'd live the same way, but clearly he didn't.

"I'll go find something for you to wear," Baekhyun said. "So do not move from this place until I return, because I will not have you tracking poop water onto my clean floors with your toilet sock. Got it?"

"Got it," Chanyeol said.

"Good," Baekhyun muttered before leaving the room.

Chanyeol sighed in relief once he had left, finally able to catch his breath. He didn't know if it was Mr. Byun's no nonsense attitude or his commanding authority that turned Chanyeol so weak-kneed. Chanyeol sighed and shifted his footing as he waited for Mr. Byun to return.

"You better fit into these clothes I found!" Baekhyun yelled as he walked into the room.

Chanyeol glanced at him and his cheeks turned an instant red. Oh fuck you, Mr. Byun, Chanyeol thought as he vainly tried to avoid looking at Baekhyun, who had changed into a pair of damn shorts and a T-shirt; Chanyeol internally groaned.

"Here you go," Baekhyun said as he passed the bundle of fabric into Chanyeol's hands.

Chanyeol accepted it as he asked, "Where's your bathroom?"

Baekhyun didn't reply, he just stared at Chanyeol as if he had said the stupidest thing known to mankind. Only after Baekhyun realized he was serious did he say, "There is no way I am allowing you to leave from this spot until you have taken off your pants and socks."

Chanyeol's cheeks filled with color as he stammered, "Wh–what?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Your pants and socks have to come off, they have toilet water on them," Baekhyun said as if Chanyeol was slow in the head.

Chanyeol pursed his lips and grumbled, "Fine, but you better not watch!"

Baekhyun just smirked before raising his hands to teasingly cover his eyes. "I'm not watching," he murmured.

Chanyeol scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Real mature, Mr. Byun," Chanyeol muttered.

"Call me Baekhyun."

Chanyeol nearly choked and stammered, "Um, o–okay."

Baekhyun smiled as Chanyeol turned his back to him, and began to remove his pants and socks. He pulled on the sweatpants Baekhyun had found for him, that were long enough to reach his ankles. He pulled his shirt off next and turned the one from Baekhyun right-side out, and as he began to pull it on, he felt a warm hand touch his lower back and slender fingers stretch across his rib cage.

He couldn't help his shiver as he unsteadily stammered, "M–Mr. Byun—- I mean, Baekhyun, what are you doing?"

"I think I drank too much . . ." Baekhyun lied.

"Wh–what makes you say that?" Chanyeol stuttered.

"I'm saying it because . . . I'm finding you strangely irresistible at the moment," Baekhyun softly muttered.

"But your my—-your my . . ."

"Your boss?" Baekhyun whispered. "Hmm, not yet, not officially until you've walked into my building and punched in as my employee. So right now, all you are is someone I find . . . tempting." Baekhyun's lips grazed along Chanyeol's shoulder blade, leaving little kisses before he asked, "What do you say Chanyeol, can I have you for the night?"

Chanyeol couldn't think, and he had thought Baekhyun was beautiful from the moment they meet, and all he wanted to do was kiss him. But now that Baekhyun was offering they do just that —- and more —- he found himself hesitant.

Baekhyun continued to kiss him before slowly Chanyeol turned around in his arms, he reached out to grip Baekhyun's delicate shoulders as he said, "Baekhyun, you're going to be my boss, I don't think—-" His words were cut off by the pressure of Baekhyun's soft lips against his own.

Chanyeol gasped in surprise as he tried to pull away, but when Baekhyun's hand reached out to caress his cheek, he felt himself slowly surrendering as he tentatively kissed him back. Chanyeol wound one arm around Baekhyun's waist, pulling him closer as his other arm went up around Baekhyun's neck and slipped into his hair. They kissed for what felt like forever before eventually they had to pull apart to breathe.

"Do you still think it's a bad idea?" Baekhyun softly asked.

Chanyeol nodded. "Yes, without a doubt."

Baekhyun grinned. "Then it's about to become our worst idea . . ." he murmured before reconnecting their mouths.

As they began to kiss again, Chanyeol couldn't think of a rational reason why they should stop. So he pulled Baekhyun closer and lifted him up, and knowing what he wanted, Baekhyun wrapped his legs around Chanyeol's waist.

Chanyeol quietly cursed before breathing, "Where's your bedroom?"

"Straight and to your left up the stairs, the last door on the right," Baekhyun breathed as he peppered Chanyeol's neck with kisses.

Chanyeol nodded and secured his hold around Baekhyun before ascending the stairs to his bedroom; he pushed the door open as they fell inside. The room was dark besides the moonlight shinning in through the curtains, and Chanyeol took a millisecond to admire Baekhyun's room before settling him onto the bed.

But as Chanyeol allowed himself to look at Baekhyun —- really look at him —- he decided no one could ever be more beautiful. He felt his heart soften and his touch became gentler as he caressed Baekhyun's cheek before leaning in for a kiss.

He kissed him softly once, twice, before huskily murmuring, "Your beautiful, and I'm not saying this because I feel obligated by the situation, but as a fellow man I think your beautiful. So beautiful."

Baekhyun felt his walls cracking as he hoarsely muttered, "Thank you."

Chanyeol smiled and delicately kissed him once more, his hands slipping beneath Baekhyun's shirt as he ran his hands along the smooth and toned skin of his abdomen. Chanyeol tugged his shirt up, his eyes watching Baekhyun's face as he did. Once Chanyeol had removed Baekhyun's shirt, he kissed his lips before marking a path down his jaw and neck to his chest.

Chanyeol kissed his right peck and teased his erected nipple between his teeth, and causing Baekhyun —- his freaking soon-to-be boss —- to softly moan beneath him. Chanyeol moaned himself and ran his hand down Baekhyun's side to his waistband, his fingers slipping between the fabric and Baekhyun's skin.

Baekhyun arched his back with a soft moan as his hands reached down and quickly pulled his shorts down, before tossing them somewhere in the room. Chanyeol sighed at the sight and traveled his fingertips along the center of Baekhyun's stomach to his navel, where he kissed him sensually and licked a strip of his skin.

Baekhyun shivered as Chanyeol kissed him once more before pulling off his borrowed sweatpants, then his boxers and tossing them somewhere in the dark. Chanyeol was completely exposed now, a fact that should have at least made him nervous, but all he felt was a hunger as he kissed Baekhyun along his inner thigh. Chanyeol slowly began to pull Baekhyun's boxers off then, causing him to shiver.

Baekhyun has had plenty of sex with many different people, but for some reason this time it felt different. Chanyeol felt different.

His touch was soothing and didn't leave Baekhyun waiting for it to quickly end, and along with that, Chanyeol's gaze on his naked body didn't leave him feeling vulnerable and exposed. Instead, he felt strangely protected and even . . . loved.

It was a truly strange feeling that was completely foreign.

Their lips connected again, slow and searching with a hint of desperation, as their hands greedily roamed across naked skin. Goosebumps rose beneath the trail of each other's hot touch; hands clasped around a slender waist; hands threaded through soft hair, and danced a path between two cream-colored thighs. Hands and lips melded against skin, and brought forth a burning need.

There was the sound of a clicking cap, followed by a cold substance and whispered words of consent before unimaginable pain turned pleasure exploded their world's into something new and addictive.

Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol, two completely different people living in two separate universes became a part of one to create a pleasurable and eye opening night. Every kiss was new, and different, and hugely craved. An that night, as they kissed and loved, it became the start of something life changing.

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