*

"Baekhyun, have you seen my-"

Chanyeol abruptly pauses on his own upon opening the door and seeing his empty office, realizing Baekhyun isn't sitting on top of the desk like he usually does. This place is dull and quiet now, unlike before when his husband was still coming to work with him. Baekhyun would laze around his office like it was their home, lying on the couch, playing games on his phone, or sleeping like a baby after they're done having sex.

"Right. He's not here anymore."

It's been a week now since Baekhyun got unemployed, and Chanyeol admits he's still not getting used to not seeing Baekhyun during his breaks. He spent these past uneventful seven days at work being a complete workaholic, attending meetings after meetings, lecturing until the sun goes down, managing paperworks, investments, and assets, dealing with stocks and shares, working on his Doctorate degree, sometimes dropping by the pastry shop to buy sweets, eating lunch with colleagues and not with Baekhyun, texting and calling Baekhyun during breaktime, checking up with his Dad to chat about nonsense stuff, and clocking out and finally going home to Baekhyun waiting for him like his devoted househusband.

"Where did I put those documents?"

Shaking his head to himself, Chanyeol just proceeds to go to his desk, opening the drawers in search of the printed material he forgot to bring in class. He also rummages the shelves and organizers but to no avail. Not finding the file anywhere, he pauses for a second and thinks.

"Did I forget it in the car..."

Loosening up his tie, he plops on his swivel chair and stares at nothingness.

It's all silent.

The low buzzing of the aircon and the ticking of the clock seem to be louder now than usual. Since when did his office get so spacious and clean like this? It feels strange and lonely. And lifeless.

Chanyeol massages his forehead, clenching his eyes shut as thoughts of a smiling and laughing (and moaning) Baekhyun flood his mind. Getting his phone and scrolling through his messages, it slowly dawns on him that the document he needs was left at home, just on top of his study table. To be quite honest, small things like this don't slip off his mind often. Probably the lack of Baekhyun by his side makes his head pretty disoriented.

Should he call Baekhyun and ask him to deliver the file, or should he just return home and get it himself?

"Maybe I'll just go home for a bit."

It's an excuse to see Baekhyun anyway, Chanyeol tells himself as he opens his messaging app. Sending Baekhyun a short text, he tries not to smile like an idiot while he walks along the hallway packed with students bowing at him.

Babe, can you meet me outside the house with that envelope I forgot to bring this morning? It's the brown one. I need it asap! Thanks.♡

"Mr. Park! You look so hot as always!" Three or four female students scream at Chanyeol, seeing him ride his car like he was some famous kpop idol, "Sir! Be my boyfriend!"

"Mr. Park Chanyeol, give me your number! You're so handsome!"

"Sir, I love you! Please date me! I'm single!"

"I'M MARRIED!" Chanyeol yells back at them. "Go study first!" Then he starts the engine, maneuvers the steering wheel, and drives his car out of its reverse parking. He fixes the rear-view mirror, ignoring the girls' flirtatious squeals behind him as he drifts away like a pro.

*

Baekhyun is too preoccupied feeling overwhelmed and stunned to even notice the vibration of his phone carrying his husband's text. Luhan is widely grinning at him, offering him an encouraging smile after he presents to him his high-quality products.

Realizing how Baekhyun has been desperate to have something to do while being unemployed, Luhan did Baekhyun a favor by offering him a part-time job, so here they are now, doing the "interview process."

"So. What do you say, Baekhyun? Will you become my Product Tester Number 2?"

"Who's the Product Tester Number 1?"

"It's Kyungsoo."

Baekhyun lets out a gasp of disbelief.

"Really? Kyungsoo uses sex toys?"

"Yeah. But he wouldn't play with them on his own. I'd always use them on him," Luhan says proudly, "And Jongin's totally fine with it! You don't know how sexy Kyungsoo's moans can get when he takes a dildo up his ass. He loves it so much he could come in less than 3 minutes."

(Meanwhile, Kyungsoo in his workplace while coughing intensely and looking around him suspiciously:

"Why do I feel like someone is talking about me behind my back.")

Hearing this TMI, Baekhyun feels like all the blood inside his body quickly rises to his face.

"And then Kyungsoo would be crying like he's my bitch in heat: Aaahiiing~ Luhaaan~ I don't want that fucking dildo anymore~ Oh my god, I want you to fill me up so bad~ Please, Luhaaeen~ Heeeungg~" Luhan moans, mimicking in a very convincing seductive voice that has Baekhyun's eyes widening in shock.

"I didn't know Kyungsoo could behave like that?!"

"Yeah, he only shows that side to me and Jongin. And you know what happens next? That's right! If Sehun allows, I'd get to have sex with Kyungsoo until dawn, I'd fuck him till he comes, and he'd moan like: Fuuuck, yeees, oooh, it feels so good, moreee~ Do it harder! Then we'd switch to sixty-nine while using our sex toys-"

"STOP!!! That's too much information!" Baekhyun blushes aggressively, covering his pinkish ears when he's had enough, "Why are you even telling me all of this stuff?"

"Hahaha! I supposed you wanted to know," Luhan cackles, pinching Baekhyun's flushed strawberry cheeks. It's really fun tainting Baekhyun's innocence once in a while, "Aww~ Were you shy? Why is our Baekhyunnie super cute!"

"Please stop pinching my cheeks."

"Right, let's get back to business."

"So, do I just have to test the toys and write a review about my experience on your website?"

"Yep! It'll be completely anonymous. I'll give you time to try them at your convenience, no pressure."

Baekhyun stares at this wide selection of colorful sex toys laid out on the bed, ranging from small, such as cock rings, nipple clamps, vibrating eggs, and butt plugs, up the to the big ones, like those anal beads, handcuffs, that magic wand, that monstrous dildo, and that black tumbler-like elongated thing he has no idea what's called.

"Wait, what's this?" he asks, picking up the toy(?) he's seeing for the first time in his life. He's pretty familiar with the dildos and other vibrating stuff except for this one. "You haven't explained this to me yet."

"Oh, that one! I forgot to introduce it since I don't use that toy anyway. I guess it came with the whole package set."

"It's quite bulky. Look, it's as big as my arm..."

Luhan cackles naughtily, watching Baekhyun inspect the fleshlight innocently. The fact that Baekhyun is interested and willing to learn is admirable. It makes Luhan slightly guilty.

"Hold it facing upwards then try opening it."

"It opens?"

"Yeah, just uncap the lid and look what's inside."

Luhan waits for Baekhyun's reaction, holding in the incoming laugh that's about to burst out of his mouth.

"What-"

Baekhyun freezes.

There's a narrow opening made of pinkish silicone skin inside this black toy. It looks ugly and creepy as if it was an entrance into another dimension.

"...what is this?"

Luhan takes a deep breath, trying his best to keep a poker face.

"Why don't you try inserting your finger?"

Obeying what the older said, Baekhyun slides his index finger into the tight hole.

"Like this?"

"Uh-huh."

It gets sucked in deep.

"It feels weird..."

"You wanna know what that is, Baekhyun?"

"...I think so?"

Luhan leans in closer, whispering into Baekhyun's ear.

"It's a vagina."

Baekhyun stares.

"You just inserted your finger inside that pussy, Baekhyun."

It costs two seconds for Baekhyun to process what's happening.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

And so he screams in horror, realizing that yes, this thing indeed looks like an artificial female reproductive organ put inside a flashlight-shaped chamber.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Luhan laughs hysterically like there is no tomorrow.

Blushing hard as red as a ripe tomato, Baekhyun throws away the fleshlight it rolls somewhere on the floor. He is greatly embarrassed and mortified like his body is running chills and pure disgust right now.

"Y-you should've told me sooner!" he shouts, "Then I wouldn't have to touch it like that!"

"I'm sorry, hahaha!" Luhan dries his tears while he keeps on laughing like he was dying. He is holding his stomach, practically rolling on the bed, "You were so adorable playing with the fleshlight, how can I stop you!"

"LUHAN, stop messing with me, seriously!"

"Hey! I'm older than you!"

Their noisy banter is interrupted by the incessant buzzing of the doorbell from downstairs.

"Oh, it must be my additional parcels~ I've still got like, eight boxes to be delivered today," Luhan giggles excitedly, "So, I'll leave my babies to you now. Take good care of them, okay? But most importantly, enjoy the feeling."

"Are you really sure it's fine if I use toys on myself?"

"Of course! As I've said earlier, the perspective of a married individual is more thrilling when you do it alone while thinking of your husband. You'll never know, you might discover hidden pleasures in your body you didn't know you have all this time."

"Well, you have a point..."

"Hey, you could use it with Chanyeol, too so both of you could have fun?"

"No!" Baekhyun shakes his head, immediately keeping all the sex toys and putting them securely inside the box to where they belong, "He shouldn't find out about this. I know him, he's gonna tease me for sure."

"Good luck with your new part-time job. I'm counting on you!"

Closing the door securely and making sure that the sex toys he picked for today's testing are properly sanitized, Baekhyun smiles to himself, feeling honestly excited. Of course, he didn't forget to change his outfit to suit the mood. Remember that red jockstrap underwear? He decided to wear it again underneath Chanyeol's white long-sleeved shirt he stole from his husband's dresser.

"I must enjoy this moment while Chanyeol isn't home. Haha~"

Oooh, Baekhyun mutters, checking out his own plump butt in the full-body mirror and admiring how cute he is right now. The sleeves of Chanyeol's shirt are too loose so they fall past his hands and waist. He twists and turns like he was an underwear model, realizing how sexy he looks in red. For some reason, his legs also appear longer and slimmer than usual. If Chanyeol saw him looking like this, his man would probably go straight home in a flash.

"For now, let's use these toys. They seem safe."

Lube, nipple clamps, butt plug, dildo, and the Hitachi magic wand (a vibrating massager that looks like a microphone with a rounded tip) are now all laid out on top of the bed. CCTV's off and picture frames all turned away, Baekhyun finally begins playing with himself and imagining sensual thoughts with Chanyeol. He lathers lubricant on his fingers and around his entrance, before gently easing two digits in so he can loosen up his ass first.

"Mngh... Ooh, this... This feels weird..."

Spreading his legs open while facing the closed door, he leans back more comfortably on the pillow and relaxes his tensed body. Carefully, he slips aside the underwear and starts pumping his fingers towards his hole faster, adding one more so three slender fingers are thrusting into him now.

"Oh god... Mngh... Just a bit deeper..."

The love gel Baekhyun poured makes it easier for him to plunge the butt plug in his entrance, blocking his hole and keeping the toy seated within. He feels full and tight as it rubs directly on his prostate. The sensation he's feeling is not as great as Chanyeol's cock, but the butt plug is enough to retain his anal muscles stretched before penetration. The sudden thought of him welcoming Chanyeol home with this toy buried inside him while his husband is left clueless results in his erection growing harder.

"Ugh, that feels--ah, so hot... More..."

Reaching for the magic wand lying beside him, Baekhyun flicks the switch on so that the toy is vibrating at a medium level. The view of his kinky underwear soaking wet and sticky with precum, looks very perverted right now, making him blush uncontrollably. He doesn't take out his erect cock, instead, he keeps his dick leaking and trapped inside the jockstrap, as he grinds the vibrator on it, nudging and massaging the obvious tent on his underwear. There's like an electric wave shocking his spine as he moves the magic wand up and down, pressing and stroking the same spot over and over again.

"Haaah! Shit... Hngh... It tickles..."

Damn it, so this is how next level self-pleasuring feels like? It's much better than just manually using his own hand. It's incredibly amazing, imagining Chanyeol positioned underneath him, probably giving his cock a nice suck, or his husband just watching him desperately masturbating with a cold, lustful gaze in his eyes. Chanyeol would caress him all over, teasing his sensitive body with this Hitachi magic wand, smirking at him, telling him he was such a horny bitch for jerking off behind his back.

Where's my innocent little Baekhyun? Chanyeol would ask, but he'd answer him, He's not here coz he's dead! I'm now the adult slutty Park Baekhyun begging for a cock!

"...yeah... Right there! Ah...!"

Shit. How can these sex toys feel so good? It must be super erotic and wild if Chanyeol also uses these clamps to his chest, stimulating his perked nipples. There's a butt plug filling him up, a vibrating massager rubbing his front, and clamps squeezing both his nipples. The thick pink dildo beside him is still waiting to be sucked off. They're making his heated body tingle and his eyes water in absolute pleasure. Plus, the masculine scent of Chanyeol's clothes he's wearing right now is causing him to feel even more turned on. It's like Chanyeol is really here, lying beside him and observing his every move.

"Ahh... I think I'm gonna... Hngh... come..."

Baekhyun wonders, what kind of reaction is he making right now? Would Chanyeol be turned off if he finds out he's doing stuff like this? Or he'd be turned on? There are times for making love, but there are also moments when they'd just bang their brains out like horny rabbits. Would Chanyeol love sex with some toys? Would his husband fuck him senseless in this state?

"Ngh... Chanyeol... Oh god, babe. Please, keep going..."

This is bad; Baekhyun is yearning for more, and so he changes position into kneeling, revealing his hard cock springing free out of its confines. Jerking it off with his hand furiously, he bounces on the bed and reaches for the pink dildo. Wait, why does this toy look like Chanyeol's cock anyway? It's like a carbon copy. The size and appearance are too similar.

"Mngh... Haaah..."

And so, he can't help himself anymore. He sucks the fake dick, covering the toy with his saliva. Slowly, he opens his jaw, letting the dildo penetrate through his throat like he was blowing his husband's huge manhood. Holding it with both hands, he bobs his head down and slurps the silicone tip, tasting nothing but flavored lube. Wow. He could actually practice how to deepthroat in this one.

"Why isn't he reading my message?"

Chanyeol asks himself, staring at his phone and seeing his text still left ignored. Baekhyun isn't outside the house to bring him the document he asked unlike what Chanyeol expected. He thought Baekhyun would be already right here once he arrives home. Maybe his little husband was still sleeping or taking a bath?

Closing the door of his car after parking it, Chanyeol pockets his keys and proceeds to go inside the mansion, when suddenly, a man who must be from the delivery company, approaches him.

"Excuse me, Sir. Are you the owner of this house?"

"Yes? What can I do for you?"

The delivery guy, after pushing a cart full of six to eight boxes at their front door, hands Chanyeol a clipboard with papers for him to sign.

"I've been ringing the doorbell since earlier but no one's answering. Can you please receive these additional parcels instead?"

"Additional parcels?"

"Yes. This is the second batch."

Chanyeol signs the receipts anyway although he has no idea what these deliveries are. Did Baekhyun order stuff online again? What kind of things did he buy this time? Last time, a lawnmower and a trampoline were delivered to their front door early in the morning. He needs to cancel his husband's credit cards, seriously. Baekhyun could get shopping addiction at this rate.

"Are these everything?"

"Yes, Sir. Have a nice day."

Carrying the packages into the living room like he had become an instant delivery man, Chanyeol nicely stacks them out of the doorway. These boxes are heavy as fuck he felt like he just lifted a bench press. He curiously shakes one medium-sized box, hearing the contents sort of jumbling around. Well, this is kind of suspicious.

"The hell is this. It's quite heavy," he mutters, inspecting the parcel 'Baekhyun' probably bought randomly. He notices a label at the bottom of the box so he reads it anyway. "Oh. There's a note."

FRAGILE: ADULT GOODS.

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows.

Note: Please make the packaging as DISCREET as possible. I don't want the neighbors or the landlord to find out I bought a huge load of SEX TOYS just in case I'm not home. Thank you!

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Luhan bursts out from the kitchen, spotting Chanyeol innocently standing in the middle of the living room. Chanyeol is fumbling with the box of sex toys like he was just playing tambourine in a church.

"D-don't touch it. Leave it there!" Completely flustered, Luhan storms towards Chanyeol, forcefully stealing the parcel away. "Give me that!"

But due to an unfortunate event, the fragile box easily tears, so all the contents explode and slosh out of the hole, flooding the living room floor with different varieties of sex toys.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Luhan can just helplessly watch as though everything is in slo-mo, how the dildos, butt plugs, cock rings, and vibrating eggs scatter everywhere---on the carpet, on the couch, on the coffee table, and worst---on Chanyeol's hair and foot.

What the fuck.

Luhan has never felt this embarrassed that he wants to die.

Feeling something lacey dangling on top of his head blocking his vision, Chanyeol reaches for it, seeing it's a pair of lace thongs designed for men. Looking down the floor, he also finds something nudging his right shoe. He stares quietly at the five-and-a-half-inch purple vibrator trying to be friends with him.

"This guy's a cute one," he says, bending down and picking up the cute purple toy. Holding the fake balls of this little fake dick, he hands it to Luhan together with the black see-through laced men's thongs. "Here."

"Thanks," Luhan replies in a surprisingly soft voice, snatching them fast.

Without exchanging another word, they both pick up the sex toys together, collecting them all and checking for any damages before placing them in the box. Thankfully, there's no crack, fissures, or whatsoever. The toys look good as new.

"Are you taking them upstairs?" Chanyeol asks.

"Yeah."

"I'll carry them for you."

Luhan aggressively shakes his head.

"Y-you don't have to do that..."

"No, I insist. I kinda feel bad for making this mess, so."

"Well, if you say so."

God, this is awkward. Out of all people in this house, why does it have to be Chanyeol who must witness this? Not that Luhan is still complaining about Mr. Landlord carrying 7 of the boxes while he holds only 1 box (the ripped one) as they walk side-by-side in thick silence. It's just a little uncomfortable since he kind of yelled at Chanyeol earlier when the man just wanted to help. He'll just apologize to him later.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you."

Or maybe now.

"It's fine," Chanyeol replies.

Luhan is pretty relieved that Chanyeol's all cool about this. Maybe it's somehow a good thing because if Sehun were to find out he spent another fortune buying sex toys, his boyfriend would definitely get mad at him and hide his precious babies away.

"Next time, you should call the delivery company and report what happened."

"Should I?"

"Better yet, change the supplier. They should be protecting their customers' privacy yet they failed to do their job."

"I know, right?"

"Mm. They're not worth your money."

Chanyeol is right. What the hell is with that shitty sex toy company anyway? Luhan requested a bubble wrap and discreet packaging but they didn't follow any of that. They provided him with poor-quality boxes, too. Why are they like this!? He's not gonna buy from them from now on!

"Where should I put these?" Chanyeol asks, arriving at Luhan's room looking like it's an adult goods haven.

"Just... Just right in the corner. Thank you."

Once done, the door is slammed shut right in front of Chanyeol's face.

"What's up with him," Chanyeol mutters. "He must be mad."

Right. He's now running late because of this whole fiasco about sex toys. If he sees one more sex toy today, he's surely gonna flip out, no kidding.

"Why is it locked?"

Gripping and twisting the doorknob of the master's bedroom, Chanyeol knocks softly, waiting for Baekhyun to welcome him.

"Baekhyun?"

No answer, so he pounds on the door again, louder this time.

Thud! Thud!

"Park Baekhyun, open the door. I'm home. You're in there, right? I said, I'm already here. Open up now!"

Knock, knock!

He still gets no reply.

Fuck this for being soundproof, Chanyeol hisses to himself, heading to the study room to get a spare key. He should change the doors in this house the soonest, replacing them with keyless digital locks secured by passcodes to make their lives easier.

There on top of the desk, he finds the printed material he was looking for. He gets it, folds it, and puts it inside his coat pocket. He should be getting back to the university right now, but there's no way he's leaving without seeing Baekhyun's face. Plus, that door is bothering him. Why would Baekhyun lock himself when there's literally no reason for him to hide something?

Glancing at the computer screen beside him, he scans the CCTV feeds monitoring every nook and cranny of the mansion. He finds Camera 1 and Camera 6 switched off, which are the ones connected to their master's bedroom. Baekhyun must've no doubt, turned them off for a particular reason.

"Hah," Chanyeol laughs disturbingly, "Don't tell me he's masturbating?"

It's like Baekhyun is reaching cloud nine when he replaces the butt plug with the pink dildo, straddling the silicone toy like he's a cowboy. Holding on the headboard firmly with his back facing the door, he keeps his thighs parted so that he can slide the toy in and out of his ass at a more accurate angle. His head is spinning with arousal while he slams his hips down the dildo, visualizing he is actually riding Chanyeol's cock for real.

"Oh my god... I-it's getting so deep... Haaah..."

His heartbeat racing, Baekhyun continues his wild imagination, envisioning Chanyeol gripping his waist behind him and fucking him relentlessly, pounding into his greedy hole. Chanyeol would grab his hair, pulling it harshly as the man thrusts into him roughly, leaving him moaning and begging for more.

"Ah, fuck...! Ooh, do it harder... Nghh, yes..."

He's gonna arrive at his limit in no time if he keeps on jerking off like this, and he's also probably imagining too wildly that he can almost smell Chanyeol's zesty perfume wafting in the air. So with that, Baekhyun finally climaxes, spurting his cum on the sheets as he rides his mind-blowing orgasm. That was intense, making him weak and mushy while he pumps his cock to his finish, thinking of his husband fucking him again for round two.

"Ughh... That's right... Fuck me, Park Chanyeol... Haaah... Chanyeol...!"

"Yes, you called me?"

Baekhyun tenses up.

Why is he suddenly hearing Chanyeol's voice right now? He must be hallucinating for masturbating too hard that he's hearing things that are not here. Yeah, that must be it. It's only afternoon. His hubby can't possibly be home already.

"Look at you. You're also wearing my shirt while jerking off. Are you that desperate to get fucked?"

Baekhyun freezes.

Slowly turning his head around and looking at the door, his husband, the real one, who's now staring at him expressionless while leaning against the wall, greets his shocked state.

Fuck.

Chanyeol is here.

What-why-how-when did he get home!?

"Why don't you continue?" Chanyeol smirks smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You must be enjoying it a lot you didn't even notice I unlocked the door."

Baekhyun has his entire face growing hot as he engages eye contact with his husband gazing at him intensely. Covering up himself and fumbling with his hands, Baekhyun thinks of a lame excuse yet he won't come up with any. He really got caught red-handed embarrassingly. He should've been more cautious!

"No, I-I'm not... This is just!"

"That is just? What?"

"I was working!"

Chanyeol clicks his tongue and shakes his head, shooting Baekhyun an indifferent look.

"Working, huh?"

"Yes!"

"How is pleasuring yourself considered working?"

Shit. Baekhyun is doomed. There's no way his husband saw him doing this. Was Chanyeol here all this time, watching him masturbate? He locked the door so why... Oh no, the spare key. He forgot about that, and now his man is sending him a dagger-like stare while he walks closer towards the bed.

"S-since when have you been here anyway!" Baekhyun asks.

"Long enough to hear your desperate moans?"

Chanyeol steps closer.

"No, don't get any closer!"

"Why? Let me see you better. I wanna watch you fucking yourself up close."

"Go away!"

On impulse, Baekhyun grabs the nearest thing he can reach which is the pink dildo, and childishly throws it at Chanyeol's face. Chanyeol simply dodges it away fast. Good thing he wasn't hit by it. Close enough.

"Haaa, seriously," Chanyeol says, running a hand through his fringe and taking off his tie suffocating his neck. He removes his coat and drops it on the floor, unbuttoning his long-sleeved polo shirt in a downright sensual way.

Baekhyun gulps.

Getting his phone, Chanyeol presses it on his ear without bothering to look away from Baekhyun.

"Hello? Yeah. Cancel my afternoon lecture. I have to take care of something--someone rather. Bye."

Baekhyun waits nervously, swallowing the uncomfortable lump in his throat when Chanyeol reaches the bed, perching one knee on top of it.

"Since you've already started this, might as well take responsibility for it," Chanyeol mutters as he unbuckles his belt, opening the fly of his pants and tugging his zipper down.

Then he grabs Baekhyun's hair to pull him closer, grinding his hard cock against Baekhyun's little mouth.

"Suck."

Hesitantly, Baekhyun parts his lips while looking up to an expressionless Chanyeol who's manhandling his head right now. He can't even deepthroat this thing right, since Chanyeol is controlling his neck, the reason why Baekhyun can only move his lips and tongue clumsily around the shaft.

"Fuck. Do it properly."

Oh, no. Is Chanyeol mad? He must be angry, right? He looks super annoyed right now based on the cold tone of his voice. The grasp on Baekhyun's hair isn't painful, but it's firm enough for Chanyeol to yank him forward.

"Baekhyun, do you even know how to perform a blowjob?"

"Yes, I do..."

"Then why are you acting like a fucking virgin? It's pissing me off."

Shit. His hubby is definitely mad.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"Now do it again from the start."

What the hell. Baekhyun shouldn't have played with the toys in the first place, or if he did, he should've waited for his husband to come home so the two of them could have fun together.

"Use your tongue and lick the tip gently."

Baekhyun shifts his position as he does what he was told, kneeling on the bed and facing Chanyeol's crotch. Little by little, he takes the length inside his mouth after lightly sucking the tip glossed with precum.

"That's right. Hold it firmly and take it deeper, but don't put too much pressure on the head."

Baekhyun darts his tongue out, licking the cock to the best that he can, before stroking the base using his free hand, and bobbing his head up and down the huge manhood. He gets slightly teary-eyed when he begins stretching his jaw to accommodate Chanyeol deeper and faster.

"Relax your throat so you won't gag."

Seeing a dazed Baekhyun with his arousal shoved down his throat, Chanyeol bites his bottom lip as he holds himself back from climaxing. He endures the delicious friction of Baekhyun's hot mouth rubbing against his erection; he might orgasm early if this continues.

"Stop."

Baekhyun halts before he carefully withdraws Chanyeol's cock slick with saliva out of his swollen mouth.

"Strip down everything and lie on your back."

As Baekhyun reclines, now fully stark naked, excitedly aroused, and entirely exposed on the spacious bed, Chanyeol intently stares at his lover's pink cock curling hard towards his belly, begging to be touched and stimulated.

He mockingly laughs.

"Look at you. You got hard just by sucking me off when I didn't even touch you at all?"

Baekhyun furiously blushes, quickly covering his rock-hard dick with his hands.

"Are you getting turned on being stared at while you're naked?"

He shakes his head, blatantly lying.

"Hands off," Chanyeol commands, "Don't cover your dick. I've seen that a million times already so what's the point of hiding it?"

At the mention of that, Baekhyun immediately removes his hands away and places them by his sides instead. Shit. This is so embarrassing. How he wishes Chanyeol would stop dragging things and just fuck him already. He doesn't mind being railed raw, honestly.

"Get on all fours and show me your tight asshole."

Baekhyun must be a pervert because yes, this is humiliating, but at the same time, he thinks it's very erotic when Chanyeol talks dirty to him. Also, the fact that his husband is all dressed up in his suit while he's wearing nothing, on the other hand, makes Baekhyun even hornier. It's like his libido is being heightened every time Chanyeol's lustful stare falls on every inch of his nudity. It's very stimulating.

"Don't move an inch or else I won't put it in," Chanyeol says while eyeing Baekhyun who's doing his best to stay steady.

Fumbling with the bedside table and picking one sachet of Durex condom from their stash, Chanyeol rips it with his teeth and wears the protection into his cock effortlessly. He makes sure it has a tiny space on the tip so it won't break off during penetration.

He's wearing a condom, Baekhyun mentally tells himself, listening to the crunchy sound of plastic Chanyeol is tearing into half. It's been a while since we had sex while using one.

"I can't get my clothes dirty so bear with it for now."

"Okay, but can you--ANGH!!!"

Baekhyun isn't able to complete his answer anymore as he claws on the sheets, feeling Chanyeol's cock suddenly entering his ass from behind without warning. It's warm and thick, thrusting into him hard, grinding inside of him and sliding out easily with the help of the lube Chanyeol applied in haste. His hole doesn't need any preparation due to the teasing he did with himself earlier, so being fucked doggy style is extra pleasurable right now.

"Shit," Chanyeol hisses, thrusting his dick and pulling out, before pounding again into Baekhyun's hole rough and hard, "It's so hot inside you..."

"Ah... It-ugh... feels good. More..."

"Yeah? You love that?"

"Ngh, yeah... Do it faster and harder!"

"Tch. You really are shameless, aren't you? You must be enjoying being fucked so rough?"

"Mm, I like it..."

Baekhyun moans under his breath, peeking down at his erection left ignored and dripping with precum. Shit. He wants to touch it so bad, but he can't, since his hands are busy supporting his body weight, and if he were to ask Chanyeol to jerk him off, he knows the man would only make him beg and tease him more.

"Damn it, Baekhyun... Stop tightening up, will you? Hah... You're gonna snap my dick off at this rate!"

"Yeah, ooh, keep going... It feels amazing...!"

"Looks like you wanna come already? Your hips are trembling so much," Chanyeol mutters, noticing how fidgety Baekhyun is while he pounds into his ass deep. Watching how his cock disappears and reappears into Baekhyun's smooth butt is very satisfying.

Ah, what a perfect view.

"Go on, babe. You can come just by using your ass."

"...wait, what?"

"I said, do it by yourself."

"No, why did you stop?" Baekhyun turns his head around to look at his husband who's giving him a resting bitch-face. He wiggles his ass a bit and urges Chanyeol to continue fucking him. "Come on. Keep thrusting and make me come... Don't just stop in the middle of it."

"And why should I continue?"

"Huh? Because we're in the middle of sex here!"

"Ah, I don't know... I suddenly feel tired moving just by myself, you know," Chanyeol says boredly as he stays inside Baekhyun's ass casually, "It's so unfair. I'm always the one making an effort here while you just bend over your ass and feel good by yourself?"

"But it's your job as the top. Of course, you should take the lead, duh?"

"Hey, aren't you discriminating? Just because I'm top, doesn't mean I should always do all the work. I also get tired, too."

"Okay, so?"

"You do it instead. Fuck yourself into my cock."

"Say what?"

"I said fuck yourself into my cock."

Baekhyun suddenly chokes, hearing that sentence. Chanyeol wants him to what?

"You want me to come while fucking myself into your cock? In this position?"

"I think you understand just fine everything I said. I don't see the point why you're not starting yet?"

Tch, this bastard, Baekhyun grits his teeth. How does Chanyeol expect him to come without stimulating his front and just moving by himself!?

"Remember how you were riding that dildo? Just do it like that. You love being stuffed in the ass anyway."

"I don't!"

"Oh, trust me. You do."

Chanyeol waits for a while, anticipating if Baekhyun will actually do what he told him, and it's not long when Baekhyun begins pushing his ass back and forth into his length, slowly at first, before gradually increasing his speed. The way Baekhyun is slamming and rolling his hips is very erotic, thrusting himself into the cock balls deep. His ass jiggles as he slides into him like a pro, making Chanyeol his personal human dildo.

Fuck, he's really doing it. This is so hot.

"Ugh-shit. That's right... Move it faster. You look so sexy right now..."

Biting his bottom lip, Chanyeol needs to grope Baekhyun's butt cheeks firmly to enjoy the sensation better, staring closely at how Baekhyun's tight hole swallows his manhood entirely. It's overly sensual and arousing.

"Aaah, it feels amazing... I'm coming..."

Baekhyun twitches, spasming from head to toe before he releases his cum on the blanket without having to pleasure his front. It has been a while since he came untouched, and it's very exhausting yet gratifying at the same time. It's like his prostate is being milked dry until he can't come anymore.

"See? You can do it, right? Now let me have my release."

Grabbing Baekhyun's nape with his dominant hand and shoving him down on the bed, Chanyeol withdraws his cock so that he can adjust to a higher position. He gets on top of Baekhyun's ass, mounts him from behind, and fucks his hole relentlessly.

"Hngh, wait... I-it's too deep," Baekhyun mumbles against the pillow he is hugging while his husband chases for his orgasm, "Chanyeol... Please hurry up, I'm sensitive already..."

"Wait. Hang in there, I'm close..."

"No more... I-it feels weird..."

"Haaa, I'm gonna come..."

As Chanyeol reaches his high, he immediately pulls out of Baekhyun and peels the condom off. He strokes his cock fast, spurting his cum all over Baekhyun's bare ass and back. The way Baekhyun's pale and flawless skin is being soaked with his semen is too smutty, making him want to lean down and knead the other's butt to the fullest.

How sexy.

Baekhyun peers over his shoulder, giving Chanyeol a pouting, pitiful reaction.

"Are you done?"

"Yep."

"Was it fun?"

"Of course."

"Then clean me up now."

Chanyeol spanks Baekhyun's plump thighs, laughing smugly. Baekhyun squeaks, Ouch!

"You all right?"

"Mm, but I think I'm a little sore. You overdid it, do you?"

"Haha. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"Stay here. I'll bring you some water."

After tidying his little whiney husband with a damp towel and giving him water to drink as well, Chanyeol returns to the bathroom so he can also groom himself. He hears Baekhyun whimpering because of his swollen ass.

"Babe!"

"What!"

"I can't reach my butt, please help me out."

Buttoning his suit up and fixing his hair in front of the mirror, Chanyeol retreats to their bed once done, finding Baekhyun clumsily fumbling with the medicine kit. He gets it instead and makes Baekhyun lie on his stomach.

"I'll just do it for you. Come here."

Exhausted, Baekhyun crawls towards his husband and rests his body on top of Chanyeol's lap.

"Hey, what if..."

"What if?"

"What if one day we'll exchange bodies so you can experience how to get your ass pounded by a dick as big as yours?" Baekhyun asks randomly. "Hm. What do you think?"

Chanyeol laughs at that impossible idea.

"Nah. That will never happen."

"We'll never know~ I might get to fuck your tight little ass!"

"Hey. Don't jinx it."

"Top Baekhyun! Top Baekhyun, Top Baekhyun, Top Baekhyun, Top Baekhyun, Top Baekhyun, Top Baekhyu-"

"Stop! This little shit."

As Chanyeol applies the ointment on Baekhyun, he somehow notices a flashy yet familiar box sitting at the corner of the room. It piqued his interest. He hasn't seen that in here before.

"Wait, what's that?"

"Hm?"

On the bed in his belly-flop position, Baekhyun side-eyes his husband who has now apparently discovered the box of kinky sex toys Luhan gave him. Strangely enough, it's kind of cute seeing Chanyeol holding a Hitachi magic wand and pink fluffy handcuffs right now. Baekhyun is supposed to be scared yet he can't help feeling excited instead.

"I didn't know you were into this?" Chanyeol asks, emphasizing the adult goods inside the box he is rummaging, "Since when?"

"No, it's not like that. It's just, Luhan hyung asked me to review his sex toys as a part-time job so I accepted it as his Product Tester Number 2," Baekhyun explains, feeling a little ashamed, "I told you, I was working! I wasn't doing it for no reason."

"Wait, who's the Product Tester Number 1?"

"It's Kyungsoo."

(Meanwhile, Kyungsoo who is shopping for groceries, looking around him cautiously with eyes wide, and feeling goosebumps:

"Why do I feel like someone's talking about me again? Seriously, stop!")

Chanyeol clicks his tongue.

"So. Were you thinking of me while pleasuring yourself?"

"Uhm, you already heard me moaning your name. Why do you even need to ask that..."

"Okay. So you're not replacing me with these toys?"

Baekhyun chuckles.

"Of course, not. Why would I replace my husband with a plastic dick that can't even ejaculate."

Pausing for a while, Chanyeol remembers something while looking at Baekhyun.

Wait. What if...

"Why?" Baekhyun asks, confused. "Is something the matter?"

Chanyeol smirks.

"I just thought of a better idea."

Both of them face their opened closet where the two sets of ironed clothes are hung inside, as if those pairs of khaki brown pants, red neckties, white long sleeves, and navy blue coats were still brand new and unused. They're preserved in the dresser like they were some sort of valuable items.

"What... did you just say?"

Here Baekhyun is, still nude and barefooted, wrists trapped inside the pink furry handcuffs, with his mouth agape, staring at their old high school uniform suspended inside the dresser.

"Wear it," Chanyeol mutters.

"I didn't know you still have our old high school uniform... Where did you even get mine?" Baekhyun asks, utterly baffled and shocked, "No, that's not the point here! Why are you telling me to wear this? I think it won't fit me anymore. I grew taller, you know."

"You don't look like you've changed that much. I'm sure it'll fit you just fine," Chanyeol laughs, holding Baekhyun's shoulders and giving him a quick once over like he was comparing the male's appearance roughly eight years ago from now, "Come on. Just wear it. I wanna see how you look like back in book one again..."

"WHAT?"

"I said, just put on the goddamn uniform, Baekhyun. I didn't ditch my afternoon class for no reason. Now go."

"God... This is crazy," Baekhyun groans, yet the pinking of his cheeks proves that he likes Chanyeol's idea anyway. "Fine. Release my hands first then I'll wear it for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But don't peek while I'm changing!"

After Baekhyun's wrists are released, the door of their walk-in closet is slammed shut right in front of Chanyeol's face.

"Pfft. I must be a pervert," Chanyeol covers his mouth to hide the excited smile unconsciously slipping out of his mouth.

"Tch, what in the world is he thinking," Baekhyun whispers to himself as he gently takes off the hanger, unfolding the uniform and placing it on his arm. He tiny-smiles, remembering the bright sparkles in Chanyeol's eyes earlier, "I didn't know Chanyeol has this side of him. How cute."

Feeling awkward as he stares at his reflection in the full-body mirror once he's done, Baekhyun smooths his palms on the subtle crumples of his coat. He fixes his necktie after buttoning the shirt inside.

Wow. He didn't expect his uniform from eight years ago would still fit him today. The length of the sleeves and the hem of the pants are just a few centimeters shorter. Meanwhile, his thighs and his butt have grown slightly bigger. But aside from that, the width of the shoulders and hips, they're all basically similar.

Chanyeol is right, he didn't really grow that much. He still looks the same back when he was in high school.

"Oh my god... This is strange."

Byun Baekhyun, the name tag says on the left side of his chest, and reading it somehow brings him a nostalgic feeling. He recalls this very uniform being specked with cum or thrown to the floor everytime he and Chanyeol would fuck in the student council room.

Baekhyun blushes.

"Why would I think of that out of all memories!?"

Also putting on white socks and a pair of sneakers to complete his 'back-to-school' look, Baekhyun also combs his hair, styling it down to copy his hairstyle when he was a teenager, making him look more innocent and young.

"There. All done."

Legs crossed, Chanyeol is drumming his fingertips on the armrest of the couch while waiting for Baekhyun to come out of that door. It's not long when he hears soft footsteps thumping on the carpet; and then there Baekhyun is, walking towards in front of him and wearing their old high school uniform as if Baekhyun was from the past who traveled to the present using a time machine.

"So, um. How was it?" Baekhyun asks shyly, fidgeting on his spot while bearing Chanyeol's intense glare all over his body, "It's not cute, right? I told you, I gained a lot of weight."

"It's fine, baby. You look amazing."

"No, I look bloated!"

"Silly, it's just your cheeks."

Chanyeol scans Baekhyun from head to toe, scrutinizing him, studying every angle and curve of his partner's figure, and he can't help smiling a bit, noticing how Baekhyun's tight pants hug his thick thighs. That's adorable. It's just proof Baekhyun is getting healthier day by day.

"Will you turn around for me?"

Baekhyun obeys, even though feeling conscious, offering Chanyeol a fantastic view of his backside.

"Okay. Face here again."

Chanyeol stares shortly, before he lets out an amused chuckle, eyes lingering extra longer at Baekhyun's sexy bubble butt. He is greeted with a scowling Baekhyun when his husband turns around to face him.

"See! I know what you're thinking. You're teasing me on your mind right now, aren't you?"

Ah. No doubt. Baekhyun looks the same when he was seventeen. He's still as attractive as ever. Everything about him is precisely similar, well, aside from his slight growth and the look in his eyes. Chanyeol still recalls that those eyes used to view him with fear, longing, and sadness. But now, not anymore.

"Are you just gonna stare at me like that? Hello?"

Baekhyun is now looking at him with eyes full of love, courage, and security.

"Chanyeol sunbae?"

Chanyeol smiles fondly.

"Come closer."

Am I his slave or something, Baekhyun whispers to himself, marching towards his husband who's ogling at him dreamily, grinning, laughing to himself, before staring at him again. Don't tell me he felt horny by this?

"What-"

Baekhyun is surprised when Chanyeol out of the blue, grabs his waist for a sudden hug. The man is wrapping his arms around his hips to pull him closer, while here he stands in his uniform. Chanyeol is sitting on the sofa in front of him, so this way, Baekhyun can see the crown of Chanyeol's jet-black hair.

"Let's just stay like this for a while."

Baekhyun gently smiles, nods, and rests his elbows on Chanyeol's broad shoulders. Embracing his neck, Baekhyun bends down and presses a chaste kiss on Chanyeol's fringe.

Chanyeol looks up to Baekhyun, peeking from his tummy and shooting him a yearning stare.

"Babe."

"Mm?"

"I don't think I've hugged you enough in the past."

Hearing that, Baekhyun feels his chest throb.

"I remember taking these clothes off you, but I don't remember hugging you nor holding hands with you when you were wearing this uniform."

Chanyeol smiles gloomily to himself.

"I've been a terrible boyfriend, haven't I?"

Boyfriend. Baekhyun feels like crying now.

The majority of their dating life is full of heartbreaks and regrets, but there are also lots of happy memories he will never forget.

"You're the best husband to me now anyway."

"Let's go back in time and date again. I'll make you happy for real."

"But I'm already happy now~"

"Still, I should've been a better boyfriend to you, I'm sorry."

No, shit. They're supposed to be cosplaying and having a kinky sexual encounter with those adult toys right now. They're supposed to be banging and getting frisky on the bed like the horny couple that they are. Why must it suddenly turn into soft, emotional hours? It's all Chanyeol's fault.

"What are you talking about? It's all in the past now," Baekhyun frowns, "Stop it. You're gonna make me cry, honestly."

"Looking at you like this, nothing has changed. You're still by my side. You even look exactly the same," Chanyeol says, cupping Baekhyun's cheek and wiping his tears using his thumb, "Do you know what only differs now?"

Baekhyun sniffles, "What..."

"This."

And then Chanyeol caresses Baekhyun's left hand, smoothing his knuckles and pausing just on his ring finger.

"You have this on you now."

He gives Baekhyun's gold wedding band, which signifies their marriage and unity, a slight touch before he sincerely says:

"I'm so in love with you, Baekhyun. Always remember that."

That is all it takes for Baekhyun to cry out loud, sobbing like a baby uncontrollably. Why does his hubby need to be so romantic and cheesy? Chanyeol should be bending him over the couch and fucking his ass for round two, not saying fluffy things that can make his heart tremble.

"Ugh! You're so annoying, seriously..." Baekhyun sobs, punching Chanyeol weakly, "Why are you suddenly blurting out stuff like that? It's not fair...!"

Chanyeol tries hard not to break into laughter yet he's doing a horrible job.

"Me, annoying?"

"Yeah, you're super annoying."

"Rank 1 to 10 how annoying I am."

"Like, 7.9 or something."

"Not 8?"

"Mm, just 7.9..."

Chanyeol smirks, squeezing Baekhyun's face and pinching the apples of his reddening cheeks. How adorable.

"Stop crying already. If the guys see you like this, they'll probably think I'm bullying you."

"But I can't help it. I just turn emotional when you become like this."

"What, hearing me confess my love for you?"

"Yeah. It makes my chest tingle and my knees weak. It's bad for my heart."

"Fine. Blame me all you want. I'll take responsibility."

"You know, when you treat me so gently, it feels like a dream. Thinking you're all mine. Is it just me? Sometimes, this doesn't feel real to me, still..."

"This cock is real, though~ Wanna touch it?"

"Tch. Seriously?"

Baekhyun stares blankly, hitting Chanyeol on the chest as his tears crawl back to his eyeballs.

Chanyeol cackles.

"Come here. Let's cuddle."

Pulling Baekhyun near and placing him on top of his lap, Chanyeol hugs him one more time while he kisses him on the cheek, pecking the tip of his nose and smooching the corner of his eyes. Smooch. Kiss. Mwah. "Mmmh! You're so fucking cute." He stops on Baekhyun's mouth to press a deep kiss, before he's nosing Baekhyun's jawline down to his neck and collarbones, showering him with butterfly kisses all over his pretty face. "Why is my Baekhyun so adorable? Hm? Are you doing this on purpose?"

"No...?"

"One more."

"Stop it--ah! You're squishing me. Oh my, hahaha-wait!"

"Just one more kiss and I'll stop."

"Fine."

In the end, Baekhyun allows his husband to freely kiss him thirteen more times.

"Aren't you getting tired of kissing me everyday?"

"Never. I'll do this until we grow old."

"Even if I'm not attractive anymore?"

"Whatever you look like, you're always gonna be beautiful in my eyes."

"Heh, good answer."

Chanyeol pauses and scrunches his nose, smelling a distinct odor emanating somewhere.

"Hey. Do you smell that?"

Baekhyun imitates him, sniffing the air like he was a puppy.

"Huh? Smell what?"

"Not to offend you, but when was the last time you showered?" Chanyeol asks, leaning his face closer to Baekhyun's clothes to smell him. "Your armpits smell like kimchi."

Baekhyun blushes. H-how dare this jerk!

"No freaking way! Isn't that you!?"

"I smell like perfume so I'm pretty sure it's not me."

"It's not me either. It must be this, this old uniform or something!"

"Just because you're staying at home doesn't mean you don't need to wash up anymore. Don't be lazy."

"I told you, that pungent smell isn't coming from my armpits. It must be the aircon or, or that plant... Or Vivi."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I just took a bath the other day and I still smell good until now."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Of course."

"Then let's check."

Chanyeol attacks him by biting Baekhyun's shoulder and tickling his sides.

"Ahhh! Nooo, it tickles... Pfft!" Baekhyun giggles as he avoids Chanyeol persistently smooching his neck and chasing his mouth for a kiss. He shoves Chanyeol away when the man tries to lift his elbow, sniff his underarm, and chomp it, "Enough~ Stop it, Chanyeol! Wait, that's dis-pfft-haha-gusting!"

"What, you don't want me to kiss you anymore?"

"I said, it tickles!"

"I'm gonna eat you! Yerm, yerm!"

"Aaack, oh my god! Quit it already, I said!"

FRRRT!!!

Silence falls.

Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun.

Baekhyun stares back.

"Wait. Did you just fart?"

Guilty, Baekhyun pushes his husband away quickly.

"The toys! Right, my part-time job. I still have to write a review about the toys."

"You just dropped a poop bomb, didn't you!?"

"No, I didn't. It must be your imagination!"

"Then what's with that funky smell coming out of your butthole?"

"That's your own breath! Brush your teeth, will you?"

Covering his nose, Chanyeol can only stay still as Baekhyun escapes from his grasp, running to get the box of adult goods and placing them on the bed excitedly.

Baekhyun really wants to play with those lewd sex toys, doesn't he?

"Hey! At least take a bath first. Damn it!"

"Don't wanna!"

"Get in the bath now."

"No!"

"Don't make me count to three... One... Two...!"

"THREE! Hahaha!"

*

Quote of the day: A healthy relationship is when two independent people just make a deal that they will make the other person be the best version of themselves.

To be continued.

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"You're done for the day?"

"Yup! Let's go home."

"Okay. Let's go home."

"Did you have fun playing with that puppy?"

"That puppy?"

"I saw you~"

"You stalker."

"Hehe."

"Baekhyun."

"Mm?"

"I was just wondering if I could visit the doggy daycare again next time..."

"But why would you wanna go there again? You have no business there."

"So, I can't?"

"I just wanna know the reason."

"Well, uh. I guess I wanna see you working?"

"And?"

"...I wanna play with the puppies."

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