*

The rain stops falling, finally.

They've just finished eating breakfast, and Baekhyun feels his heart getting heavy, knowing that he will leave soon, he will leave already.

Going to the kitchen, Chanyeol walks wordlessly and puts the plates on the sink. Baekhyun watches him on the corners of his eyes.

"Chanyeol-sunbae, can I ask you again?"

"What is it?"

"Have you felt something when you kissed me yesterday?"

Chanyeol doesn't answer.

Baekhyun stands up, fists balling into his sides tightly when the President passes by in front of him dismissively. Getting his keys on top of the coffee table, Chanyeol also grabs an umbrella from the rack after putting on dry shoes to his feet.

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun calls from where he is standing, and he is not looking at the President, nor bothering himself to get ready to go home.

"What are you still doing there?" Chanyeol asks, already opening the door of his house. "Come on."

"I'm not leaving.."

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows. "Baekhyun--"

"I'm not leaving until you tell me you don't love me."

"I don't love you," Chanyeol firmly says. "Now, come on."

"No," Baekhyun says, clenching his eyes shut as he summons enough courage in his chest, and then he blurts out, "Tell me that on the bed."

"What?"

"Fuck me."

Baekhyun raises his head as he directly stares at the President's cold eyes glaring back at him. He breathes, exhaling sharply, and mutters, "I said fuck me."

Chanyeol closes the door with a silent click and walks over to Baekhyun, gripping his thin wrist with him. "I'll take you home."

"No," Baekhyun harshly shoves the President's hand curled around his wrist that has Chanyeol catching off guard. He tries again, grabbing Baekhyun's arm instead but the latter only elbows him off. He sighs, restraining himself to break Baekhyun's bones with his strong hand.

"Baekhyun, don't do this," Chanyeol calmly says, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Don't let me do things you'll regret later."

"No." Baekhyun shakes his head firmly, looking up to the President bravely. "I want you to fuck me. And tell me--" He trails off, voice shaking. "That you don't love me.. and I.." He breathes, keeping his tears at bay. "I will never show myself in front of you again."

There's a subtle change of reaction in Chanyeol's eyes when Baekhyun said those words, but it's too unnoticeable to see. He stands by the door like a rock, looking at Baekhyun who is now unbuttoning his shirt in front of the President. Slowly, he takes it off, sliding down his shoulders and shimmies it on the floor. Chanyeol watches him, silently, confusedly.

Baekhyun pulls the zipper of his pants down, his fingers are shaking indicating he is nervous about this, but he lets it aside because he wants-- no, he is desperate to know what Chanyeol feels for him. He steps out of his clothes after he kicks his underwear, standing in front of Chanyeol stark naked, showcasing his full glory for the President to ravish on.

Chanyeol doesn't say anything.

Slowly, Baekhyun walks towards him, carefully and accurately like he is measuring his every movements. Leaning in to Chanyeol's body, he holds the President's neck and tips his toes up, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's neck to kiss him gently on the lips.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Baekh--"

Baekhyun quickly shuts him up with another kiss, hoisting himself up into Chanyeol's body and coaxing him to carry him upwards. Chanyeol firmly holds Baekhyun's smooth waist, and in no time, he is heatedly kissing Baekhyun back with need while Baekhyun's thighs are wrapped around his torso.

"Bedroom--" Baekhyun whispers against Chanyeol's lips before they are stumbling in the bedroom hastily, Baekhyun's back hitting the soft mattress as he is being watched by Chanyeol's lusty eyes.

Chanyeol wastes no time, he abruptly takes off his shirt and discards it somewhere in the room, hovering over Baekhyun as he latches their lips again for a heated and mouth-bruising kiss. Baekhyun has his palm traveling along the expanse of Chanyeol's back, slightly digging his blunt nails when the President's tongue roams around his parted mouth. Baekhyun moans, throwing his head back on the pillow as he feels heat rising down to south, and he can sense himself getting half hard.

"Chanyeol.." Baekhyun whimpers wantonly when Chanyeol starts to pepper kisses against his neck, licking and sucking on the skin glistening with spit and sweat. He brings his hand against Chanyeol's chest and starts twirling the President's nipple with his index finger and thumb.

"F-fuck," Chanyeol grunts, releasing his mouth from Baekhyun's neck as he sucks air to breathe. Baekhyun takes this as a chance to go down the President's body, allowing Chanyeol to lie on his back so that he is now in between Chanyeol's long legs.

Looking up with dark eyes, Baekhyun pulls down Chanyeol's pants roughly, and he doesn't miss the large tent in front of the President's boxers. He throws away the article and pays attention to Chanyeol's underwear instead. He places the heel of his hand on top of Chanyeol's clothed hardening cock, and presses it down, circling his palm against it so that Chanyeol is canting his hips forward for more.

"Fuck!" Chanyeol curses, his hard cock now finally springing free from the confines of his boxers. He looks down only to see Baekhyun, now gripping his thick leaking cock with his hand as he strokes him slowly.

"Baekhyun, just--" Chanyeol pants, clenching his eyes shut when Baekhyun teasingly thumbs the shiny head of his dick dripping with precome. "Ah. Fuck.. shit." He feels an addicting heat enveloping his cock whole, sucking and slurping his length deliciously that makes him moan in pleasure.

Baekhyun lowers his head, expertly taking Chanyeol's long and big cock inside his hot mouth up to his throat while he strokes the base with his hand. He pulls out quickly, only to give the tip a nice suck as he returns his slick lips to wrap them around Chanyeol's throbbing member.

"Sunbae.." Having sucked the President off, Baekhyun pants hard, jacking off Chanyeol's hard length with his tiny hand. "I want to ride you."

Chanyeol lifts his head up slightly, then he speaks, "Then do it."

"Where's the lube?"

"I have.." Chanyeol gets up a little on the bed, elbows supporting his weight, "another plans."

Baekhyun finds himself on his knees while Chanyeol is lying underneath him upside down. He is gripping the President's cock with both hands as he obscenely swallows him whole. On the opposite end, Chanyeol spreads Baekhyun's ass cheeks apart and darts his pink tongue out to greedily lick around Baekhyun's puckered asshole.

They're now in sixty-nine.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Baekhyun moans, eagerly pushing his hips down into Chanyeol's skillful tongue licking his tight entrance, while Chanyeol's cock is pressed against his flushed cheeks. "Fuck!"

Smirking, Chanyeol buries his nose against the cleft of Baekhyun's ass and licks a fat stripe on his tight crack up to his balls. He tightly holds Baekhyun's waist as he inserts his tongue deeper, twirling it into the inside of Baekhyun's hole.

"Ch-chanyeol," Baekhyun shakily moans, feeling the President's amazing tongue fucking his pink asshole. "Ahh, it feels so g-good.." He breathes hard, gripping Chanyeol's thighs. "But I want you to s-stop.."

Chanyeol stops.

"I want to ride you," Baekhyun says, and he is crawling on top of the President's body, not forgetting to put the three of his slender fingers up to his ass, pumping it roughly inside out, inside out.

"What the fuck?" Chanyeol blurts out, lifting an eyebrow as he watches how Baekhyun, spreading his legs in front of him, fingers himself sensually.

"Stop," Chanyeol says in between breaths, then he is throwing a bottle of lubricant at Baekhyun as he clears his throat. "Put lube. That will hurt."

Baekhyun restrains himself from breaking into a smile as he catches the bottle of lube. He opens the cap, lathering the sticky substance along his slim fingers. Chanyeol watches him quietly as Baekhyun parts his legs obscenely wide in front of Chanyeol's heated eyes for the President to witness every detail of Baekhyun stretching his own ass, scissoring it and preparing it for him to fuck.

And that makes Chanyeol's cock grow impossibly harder.

Stroking his own cock, Chanyeol stares at the way Baekhyun bites his lower lip seductively when he nudges his own prostate with the pad of his fingers, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. He notes how Baekhyun's half-lidded eyes stare back at him aroused as the boy moans, whispering his name like a mantra as he fucks himself down into his own digits inside his asshole.

"Ch-chanyeol.."

The way his name rolls off from Baekhyun's lips makes Chanyeol's gut churn in an unexplainable manner-- pleasure, lust, and something else building inside of him causing his heart to skip a beat inside his chest, and it's odd. It's strange, unfamilar.

"Enough of that."

Nodding, Baekhyun pants, pulling out his fingers as he positions himself into Chanyeol's anticipating cock. He grips the length and slowly circles the head of the tall dick against his stretched ring to tease himself, as well as Chanyeol, earning a frustrated groan from the President.

"F-fuck! Don't tease!"

Biting his lower lip, Baekhyun coyly smiles as he sinks down carefully into Chanyeol's cock. He spreads his legs wider as he fully sits himself into the President's member. With a low grunt, Chanyeol throws his head back in utmost pleasure when the tight heat swallows his dick whole, and it's still so fucking tight no matter how many times he has already fucked Baekhyun.

Baekhyun rises up gradually, only to slam his ass back in hard and fast, grinning as he rolls his hips in the most sensual way possible. Chanyeol has to grip the sheets tightly underneath him to find purchase when Baekhyun rides his cock with extra speed and precision.

"Ugh, shit, fuck, fuck," the President curses, feeling Baekhyun's walls clenching around his cock deliciously. "Baekhyun, fuck!"

"Chanyeol-sunbae, feeling good now?" Baekhyun asks in between ragged breaths as he painstakingly slides his ass, rocking himself down against Chanyeol's leaking cock with precome.

"Fuck y-you--" Chanyeol mutters, gripping Baekhyun's sides with his calloused hands. He lifts his hips up on the bed and starts to fuck Baekhyun upwards as Baekhyun rides him like a fucking cowboy. The bed is now rocking and creeking loudly together with their movements.

"Your, ah-- hand, s-sunbae.."

"Why?"

Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol's hand and grips it, holding out his thick fingers so he can greedily suck them inside his mouth. The President stares at Baekhyun's tongue, gliding, flicking and twirling around his digits like a hungry animal, and fuck, he looks so hot, and filthy, and illegal, and beautiful like that. Still fucking himself into Chanyeol's cock, Baekhyun pulls out his swollen mouth with an obscene pop, a thread of slimy saliva connecting his lips and Chanyeol's fingers.

"Shit, that's h-hot--"

Baekhyun brightly smiles down at Chanyeol, and Chanyeol feels like he is going to combust.

"D-don't fucking smile. Nothing's funny, ah-- fuck, keep going," Chanyeol says as he covers his eyes with his arm, blocking the faint light as well as Baekhyun's sex face. "Fuck, Baekhyun."

"Chanyeol, don't cover your eyes. Look at me while I ride you."

"No."

"Why?"

"Just no."

Baekhyun stops moving his ass.

"Why did you stop?"

"I'm tired," Baekhyun pants, chest heaving up and down in exhaustion. Shaking his head, Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's arms and slams his body down to the bed, exchanging their positions. He is now on top while Baekhyun lies beautifully wrecked underneath him.

"You said you want to ride me yet your stamina isn't that strong."

Baekhyun smiles shyly, hooking his arms under his knees as he brings them close to his chest, his asshole now exposed for Chanyeol's cock to fit in. Bending Baekhyun in half, Chanyeol aligns his cock again into Baekhyun's entrance, feeling its tightness enveloping his length enough for him to come.

But no, he shouldn't come. It's too early.

"S-sunbae," Baekhyun calls, clenching his eyes close when Chanyeol starts to pound into him, pulling his dick out and thrusting it back in repeatedly. "Ch-chanyeol s-sunbae.."

"What?" Chanyeol asks, panting, as he thrusts his hips in record speed, slinging one of Baekhyun's legs on top of his shoulder. The boy looks up to him, eyes heavy with want, arousal, and something else.

"I'm, I'm close, I--" Baekhyun breathes, his own neglected cock aching and heavy between his legs begging for release. Chanyeol's cock hits his prostate dead-on, making Baekhyun arch his back in ecstasy. "I-I'm going to--"

"Come, come for me," Chanyeol softly whispers, snapping his hips in time with his jerking hand on Baekhyun's dick which is spurting hot white come. He strokes Baekhyun's cock fast, milking him from his orgasm as he fucks his ass vigorously, finding his own release. Baekhyun shudders, his walls clenching and unclenching uncontrollably around Chanyeol's length.

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun breathes, gripping Chanyeol's strong biceps as Chanyeol fucks him desperately, searching for his orgasm to reach his edge. "P-please, come for me.."

At the mention of Baekhyun's words, Chanyeol comes hard inside Baekhyun's ass, filling his abused hole with his rich semen that drips down the cleft of the boy's ass cheeks and thighs. Chanyeol grunts as he pulls his limp cock out, staring down at Baekhyun under him who's looking at him with eyes full of words, and he can't bring himself to look away. He feels like swimming into them, drawing him closer, and closer, and closer.

So he leans in, slowly, pressing his shuddering lips against Baekhyun's for a chaste kiss, before pulling away after a brief moment. Baekhyun breaks into a tiny smile, silent tears welling up to fall from his glassy eyes. He stretches out his arm, tentatively touching the President's cheek with trembling fingers, and it's warm.

Chanyeol's cheek is warm.

"I love you so much, Chanyeol-sunbae," Baekhyun whispers in a small voice as he chokes out a sob. Even in the dark, he can see Chanyeol's eyes glimmer into something akin to fear that has Baekhyun's heart breaking into shattered pieces.

He knows that when Chanyeol tells him he doesn't love him, Baekhyun has to walk out of the door and leave.

"I--" Baekhyun waits expectantly as Chanyeol breathes, and he is opening his mouth, then he mutters, "Baek.."

"What is it?"

Chanyeol leans in close to Baekhyun's face, lips barely touching against lips, warm breath ghosting against pale cheeks. "I.. Baekhyun.."

"Tell me you love me too, so I can stay by your side," Baekhyun softly says, bringing his palms to cup Chanyeol's face, and squeezes it tenderly, looking through his heart, through his soul.

"Chanyeol.. Chanyeol-sunbae.. That is easy, isn't it?"

"I'm--" Chanyeol averts his eyes, gripping the bedsheets with his fist, and it's the first time for Baekhyun to see how the crystals in the President's eyes roll down his cheeks, and it hurts, Baekhyun is hurting even more.

Chanyeol. He is crying.

"I--"

Waiting, Baekhyun pauses, eyes not leaving the President's gaze as he allows Chanyeol's tears to freely fall on his cheeks, on his lips-- and he can taste how salty and painful they are.

"Chanyeol.."

"I can't--" Chanyeol says, and he gently leans his forehead against Baekhyun's bare chest. Baekhyun closes his eyes shut, willing away the uneasiness and the sudden ache creeping into his heart.

"I understand."

"Baekhyun.."

"If you can't say it, it's okay, because I--" Baekhyun heaves a deep breath, threading his delicate fingers through the fibers of the President's soft hair. Chanyeol nuzzles to him nearer, so Baekhyun embraces him closer, tighter, safer, "I already know what it is."

"I'm.." Chanyeol mutters, his lips curving upward a little, terrified eyes looking up slightly to get a view of Baekhyun's face as he says, almost a mere whisper, "stay.."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right next to you, Chanyeol-sunbae."

A peaceful minute of serenity, and Chanyeol closes his eyes, gradually drifting off to sleep while Baekhyun holds him close.

"Thank you.."

*

To be continued.