*

As soon as the Student Council room opens, Baekhyun abruptly runs towards the President, leaving all his school works messily on the table. Mouth parted slightly, Chanyeol is quite taken aback by Baekhyun's face buried against his shoulder and Baekhyun's arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Chanyeol awkwardly closes the door with Baekhyun clinging to him like a koala.

"Ch-chanyeol s-sunbae.." Baekhyun cries muffledly into Chanyeol's shirt. "I really missed you so much.. F-finally... you're back.. I've been waiting for you to return.. I-I missed you so much, Chanyeol-sunbae.."

A smile makes its way into Chanyeol's lips together with a tingling feeling inside his chest he isn't sure why it is there. He's extremely tired, that he plans on just sleeping when he gets back. But having Baekhyun cradled in his arms again makes him feel rejuvenated. He misses his slut, no matter how much he denies it. Being far away from Baekhyun for a week is like a hell for Chanyeol, no sex at all, and Chanyeol knows the same goes for Baekhyun.

"Have you been a good boy while I was gone?" Chanyeol asks as he pats Baekhyun's back. He hears Baekhyun hum as he nods his head. "Oh really? Did you let these guys fuck you?"

Luhan glares at him, Jongin only shrugs while Kyungsoo gives him a noncommittal stare. Minseok and Jongdae are too busy making out to care.

"No.." Baekhyun says quietly, a blush creeping to the apples of his cheeks. "I was waiting only for you to.. fuck me. A-actually I.." Baekhyun bites his lip as he gets down to the floor. Chanyeol peeks into his eyes, removing his tie on his neck.

"You what?"

"I already.. prepared myself before you came. I-I'm ready, y-you don't have to--" Baekhyun gulps. "Finger me."

"Who the fuck told you you can touch yourself?"

Worried and a little bit frightened, Baekhyun looks up to the President who's raising an eyebrow at him, his eyes void of emotion. Baekhyun is too afraid to be punished again, so he needs to apologize for his wrongdoings.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't know I wasn't allowed to. P-please forgive me, Chanyeol-sunbae." Baekhyun looks down to his feet. "I'm an undeserving and a good-for-nothing slut. I'm very sorry."

"Sure you are, bitch." Chanyeol keeps his stern face. "Get inside the room and wait for me. Take off your clothes but don't do anything unless I say so."

Baekhyun nods quickly before he scurries inside the bedroom without lifting his head up. Chanyeol trails his eyes into Baekhyun's disappearing back.

"Why the fuck did you say that to him?" Kyungsoo asks as he closes the book he is reading. "He just wanted to lessen your work, you know."

"He's getting spoiled." Chanyeol says as he drinks a glass of sparkling water. "Because all of you are spoiling him. He needs discipline." He sits on his swivel chair as he crosses his legs. "Have you seen how he acted when I came? Was that appropriate?"

"He just misses you." Jongin shrugs. "People hug when they miss each other."

"And I'm not spoiling him," Luhan denies, eyes not leaving his phone. "I'm punishing him. I didn't even allow him to come for five minutes."

"Still you jacked him off," Kyungsoo says as he rolls his eyes. "And blew him." Luhan gives him an irritated look.

"Well, you fucking made out with him. On the fucking swivel chair where Chanyeol is sitting." Luhan grins.

"You fucking what?" Chanyeol asks Kyungsoo who's just staring at the President with his wide innocent eyes.

"I couldn't help it. He's too cute." Kyungsoo shrugs his shoulders. "He's very fuzzy."

"Fuck," Chanyeol says, dragging his palm across his face. "How many of you have touched him?"

"I didn't touch him!" Jongin hollers from the other side of the room. "We're no more than friends who help each other in times of needs!"

Chanyeol looks around the members inside the room. "You fucking enjoyed my slut while I was gone, didn't you?"

"If that involves Baekhyun doing my research thesis, then yes," Minseok says as he stretches his arms in the air like a cat. "He's a fucking genius."

"And also a good maid." Jongdae beams, wiggling his eyebrows. "He cleaned the Student Council room when the Principal checked up on us. Look! All spick-and-span."

"You fucking made Baekhyun a slave when I was gone."

"You said he needs discipline."

Chanyeol groans. "Whatever."

"And hey, we didn't force him!" Jongdae says, tilting his head to Chanyeol's general direction. "He did it by his own will. It's for the President after all, he said."

Chanyeol pretends he's not moved by it. "So?"

"So don't vent your pent-up frustrations on us just because you missed him," Luhan says in a voice Chanyeol is unfamiliar with. "He's faithful to you, I hope you can see that sometimes."

"I didn't miss him," Chanyeol mumbles to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Bullshit," all except Jongin retorts, making the President stay quiet to his chair.

*

Baekhyun hasn't moved an inch since he entered the room. He's just quietly sitting on the bed while his knees are hugged into his chest, waiting patiently for the President to come back.

Chanyeol enters the room, flicking the light switch on lazily. He doesn't know why the fuck he's getting angry, annoyed, irritated and bothered all the time. Like he's feeling something inside his chest that he wants to get rid of, because it's really a pain in the ass.

The light spreads throughout the room, and Chanyeol blinks his eyes to adjust his vision only to see a hunched body on the corner of the bed. He furrows his eyebrows as he steps closer to the figure.

"Shit."

And he sees Baekhyun.

Fuck, he forgot about Baekhyun.

With large and angry eyes, Chanyeol stops his heels a meter away from the boy who is shivering in the cold as he buries his head into his knees. He's stark naked, hugging his thighs to find purchase and warmth.

Chanyeol wants to fucking yell at him why the fuck Baekhyun didn't leave already. It has been nine hours since he left the school, and it's ten pm in the evening. He only got back at the Student Council room to get his laptop and other stuff.

Baekhyun obediently followed his order, and Chanyeol is raged as hell.

"Why the fuck are you still here!?"

Lifting his head up towards the voice, Baekhyun smiles wearily at the President. "S-sunbae.. y-you came.."

"Why didn't you leave yet? It's already fucking late! Are you out of your mind?"

"N-no.." Baekhyun averts his eyes. "Y-you told me to wait for you so I did. I waited for you.. I didn't do anything because I should follow your order, Chanyeol-sunbae." Baekhyun looks up to the President again. "I don't want you to get mad at me.. I-I don't want you to get angry at all."

Chanyeol can't believe this. "You pathetic slut, you want to get fucked so hard that's why you're still aren't you? You're a fucking horny whore."

A little bit surprised and hurt with an ache inside his chest, Baekhyun's eyes falters. He wants to say no. He wants to defend himself that he's not waiting for Chanyeol to get fucked hard. He's not waiting for the President to touch him just because he's fucking horny and needy. Although he really wants the President's cock inside his ass right now, but more than that, he likes to feel the President close to his arms, for him to fill the absence in his heart Chanyeol left.

He wants to spend his time with the President, because he misses him. He misses Chanyeol very much.

"Why don't you answer, slut? You want me to fuck you right now in this bed, don't you? Huh? You fucking liked to be fucked all the time that you can't live without my cock in your life."

Chanyeol takes off his shirt and pants hurriedly and gets on the bed with dark eyes full of lust staring at Baekhyun. Baekhyun feels shivers running to his spine when the President's hand clutches his arm tight enough to bruise.

"If you want it," Chanyeol huskily whispers into the shell of Baekhyun's ear. "Then I'll give it."

Without another word, Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun up and makes him kneel on the bed facing the headboard. He immediately thrusts his cock into the tight hole without lubricant, making Baekhyun to wail out in pain. He's not stretched anymore. It's been several hours since he fingered himself, and having the President's cock ramming inside and outside his asshole fucking him raw, makes him bleed.

Baekhyun is bleeding.

And that's easier for Chanyeol to slide his rigid cock faster and rougher. He smirks.

"Fuck! You fucking made yourself lube."

"A-ah! Ch-chanyeol-sunbae, p-please," Baekhyun cries in between his ragged panting. "S-slow down! Please! It-- it hurts! Please! Have mercy, I-I can't--"

"Shut up! Don't fucking speak!"

Baekhyun tightly holds the headboard of the bed to support himself until his knuckles turn white because of the rough and merciless pounding on his ass. He bites his lip harshly that blood starts to trickle at the side of his mouth as he restrains himself to scream on top of his lungs. His head and neck painfully hurt because of Chanyeol's strong seize on his hair. The President is brutally fucking him from behind with his ass emitting blood, red liquid continues to drop on the mattress and against Baekhyun's wobbling legs.

"Fuck, this turns you on, don't you, huh, bitch!? You're already fucking hard and leaking yet I haven't touched your cock!"

Baekhyun clenches his eyes shut, tears flowing down his red cheeks due to the President's slaps beforehand. Baekhyun wants to release some of the ache and tension in his body, but he's not allowed to speak, to moan, nor to make a noise. He's not allowed to touch himself either, and the only friction his throbbing cock gets is when it bumps against his belly.

"All fours."

Chanyeol releases Baekhyun's hair within his hand, and Baekhyun's head sags downward like a lifeless doll. Chanyeol pulls his hard cock out of the bloodied ring as his slut hastily crawls on the bed. Baekhyun gets on all fours, his weak arms supporting his weight while his ass is high up in the air for the President's view.

"What do you want your dominant to do to you, slut?"

Baekhyun's heart pounds inside his chest in sheer anticipation and fright. Chanyeol calls himself dominant, and for Baekhyun's case, that's an unpleasant phenomena at this moment. Baekhyun can feel goose bumps all over his skin when Chanyeol strokes his asscheeks painfully slow, and Baekhyun tries his best not to lean in to the warm touch.

Reaching for Baekhyun's swollen cock, Chanyeol's nail grazes into the dripping head, smearing the sticky precome gathering at the tip. Baekhyun makes a noise at the back of his throat, that any stimulation his sensitive cock receives, will make him explode his load right away.

"Speak when I ask!" Chanyeol yells. Baekhyun shudders as he summons his voice, that he already forgot he can talk. "What do you want your dominant to do to you!?"

"P-please," Baekhyun whimpers, his voice hitches. "Let me come, Sir!"

Chanyeol gets a hold of Baekhyun's length as he strokes it furiously. Baekhyun arches his neck, utmost pleasure building into his body with Chanyeol's hand tugging his twitching dick.

"You want this?" Chanyeol asks, his hand gradually slowing down as his lips curve into a teasing smirk. Baekhyun wants to cry out in frustration. "Beg for it."

"P-please, Sir. I-I need to come, please.." Baekhyun pleads, canting his hips down into Chanyeol's palm, coaxing the President to fasten his strokes. "P-please!"

"I have another plans, so don't fucking come because you will never have your release."

Chanyeol abandons Baekhyun's cock in time when Baekhyun is about to come, denying him from his orgasm. Baekhyun makes a strangled noise between a sob and a moan.

"What, are you fucking disobeying my order, you cockslut!?" Chanyeol yells as he grips Baekhyun's asscheeks, spreading it apart to get a view of the slut's puckered entrance.

"N-no, Sir."

"Good. Because I will fuck you with my fist." Gasping, Baekhyun tenses. "See this big fist? I will put this inside your tight little ass until you learned your lesson. You want that, don't you!?"

Scared and too horrified to answer, Baekhyun nods. Chanyeol is not contented by Baekhyun's answer so he spanks Baekhyun's asscheeks with his large palm, the sting makes Baekhyun get even harder in a painful and pleasurable way.

"SPEAK WHEN I FUCKING ASK, BITCH!"

"Y-yes. Yes, Sir, I want it!" Baekhyun cries, pushing his ass up in the air, his erection hanging heavy between his legs. "P-please, fist me, Sir!"

Chanyeol grins, thrusting his whole hand into Baekhyun's stretched hole in one go without any warning. Baekhyun screams because of the intrusion inside him, it fucking hurts like hell. He can feel the fist digging into his tight walls as Chanyeol crooks his fingers inside his bleeding ass, making sure to brush his prostate before pulling his hand out.

"Feeling damn good, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol slams his fist in, out, in, out, repeatedly, fisting him rapidly. "Me fucking your ass with my fist like this?"

Breath hitching, Baekhyun mutters a shrill yes as delicious pleasure overcomes him that his sight goes white. Before he knows it, the enermous fist inside his swollen entrance is now replaced with the President's huge cock, rocking into him and fucking him into oblivion.

"Ah!" Baekhyun gasps, clawing the bedsheets underneath him with his sharp nails. He can feel his stomach coil, his approaching orgasm is about to come, and he knows he can't stand it any longer. "P-please, Sir. I-I'm going to--"

"What?" Chanyeol clutches a handful of Baekhyun's disheveled hair, making the boy stretch his back in a perfect arc. "What did you say?"

"Allow me to come, please! Please! Please!" Baekhyun begs, sobbing. "Please, Sir!"

"No."

Chanyeol pistons his hips into maximum speed to find his release first, ignoring Baekhyun's pitiful demands under him. Grunting sensually, the President spills his thick load inside Baekhyun's walls, filling him up as he fucks him erratically. He throws his head back, pulling and pushing his sensitive cock in and out of the twicthing hole as he rides his orgasm.

"P-please.. l-let me co--"

"Come."

With a loud scream, Baekhyun comes undone into the white sheets. He fucks the hand enveloped around his spurting cock until he loses his balance due to exhaustion. Knees finally giving in, he collapses on the bed as he heaves air to breathe. Chanyeol withdraws his cock out of Baekhyun's asshole and slumps on the side of the bed, panting as well.

Silence envelopes the room save for their hard breathing. Baekhyun silently scoots closer to the President, hesitantly curling up by his side as he embraces Chanyeol's waist beside him. He leans his head against Chanyeol's arm, basking in the President's warmth as he listens to his heartbeat.

Chanyeol looks down at Baekhyun, his mouth opens to say something to shove the boy away, but it stops inside his throat. Instead, he just allows Baekhyun to snuggle close to him comfortably. Chanyeol brings his other arm to cover his forehead, blocking the faint light above him.

"I'm sorry."

Baekhyun shakes his head slowly. "You don't have to be sorry because I deserve this, I understand that I need to be punish--"

"No. I'm sorry for leaving you in a week without a word, Baekhyun. I mi--" Chanyeol cuts off, closing his eyes as his fists are clenched by his side. Baekhyun stills, looking at the President with his searching eyes.

"..nevermind," he mutters, turning his back away from Baekhyun and facing the wall. Baekhyun lowers his sight, staring at the dimples of Chanyeol's spine as he feels his heart achingly throb.

"Good night, Chanyeol-sunbae.." Baekhyun whispers in the air, inching nearer to the warm body beside him, trying to lessen the cold in his skin. Hesitantly, almost desperately, he hugs Chanyeol from behind. The President doesn't move.

"I," Baekhyun says. "I love you.."

Chanyeol doesn't answer him back, nor bother himself to at least say good night.

*

To be continued.