*

"Catch!" Sehun hollers as he throws the ball to a panicky Baekhyun, who is, at the moment trying his very best to chase the flying ball in the air.

Baekhyun flails his hands upward, running aimlessly throughout the grassy football field in attempt to grab the ball, but he fails. He suddenly trips to his foot, stumbling on the ground before he might even touch the ball with his fingers.

There's an annoyed, aw, not again! from Baekhyun's gym partner as he picks up the ball by himself, a meter away from the ground to where Baekhyun is face-to-face with. Baekhyun whines.

"Are you okay?" a deep voice asks, startling Baekhyun to his mini frustration. He looks up to see pearly white teeth and big round eyes who is looking worriedly at him.

"Chanyeol-sunbae!" Baekhyun exclaims as he stands up to his feet. Chanyeol helps him by holding his arm for support.

"Hey, are you hurt somewhere?" the president asks, looking down to Baekhyun's exposed milky thighs and knees that are dirtied by few grass spikes and soil.

"No, I'm completely fine!" Baekhyun says while smiling. He jumps to show Chanyeol how fine he is. "See! No bones broken!"

Chanyeol chuckles, his eyes lingering into the junction of Baekhyun's legs where his tight gym shorts is sticking. He takes note of how the front of Baekhyun's shorts hugs his impossibly flat crotch. He returns his eyes to Baekhyun, offering him a sweet smile.

"I'm not sure though," Chanyeol says, scratching the back of his neck. "It looks like your knee scraped when you fall."

Chanyeol squats, scooting closer and inspecting the slight scratch on the skin of Baekhyun's right knee. "It's bleeding."

Baekhyun's eyes widen, looking down to his knee and to Chanyeol's face. "It is?"

"Yeah. I think we have to clean it up," Chanyeol says as he touches the fresh blood with his thumb, smearing it around the area so that the red liquid will be mixed with the soil. Chanyeol smiles.

"Ah, s-sunbae," Baekhyun whimpers when the wound stings, pain striking to his whole leg. He withdraws his right leg but Chanyeol's grip is tight around his knee.

"Chanyeol-sunbae, I think I can manage," Baekhyun says anxiously, looking elsewhere aside from Chanyeol. "You don't have to--"

"Oh! Sorry, I was just. Massaging it. I learned it from somewhere," Chanyeol says, his grip loosens from Baekhyun's thigh. He gives Baekhyun a friendly smile as he looks up to the boy who's just staring at him with wide innocent eyes.

"Let me take you to the student council room," Chanyeol says, wiping the blood off his thumb against the back of his pants. Baekhyun just stares, standing there awkwardly.

"We have some wound creams and band aids there to treat your wound. You know the infirmary's closed because of renovation. And hey, it's a pain in my heart to let my subordinates get hurt like this," Chanyeol says with a light chuckle. "Especially my Vice President."

"Oh, I-I see," Baekhyun says, his cheeks tinted with a shade of pink. "Thank you, Chanyeol-sunbae."

"No problem," Chanyeol replies with a smile.

Baekhyun, still clad in his P.E. uniform, follows Chanyeol to the council room at the second floor. He makes a mental note to change into his uniform right away after nursing his scrape on the knee.

"The meeting will start at five," Chanyeol says as he opens the door, ushering Baekhyun inside. Then he jokes, "We're an hour early here."

"Yeah, I guess so," Baekhyun timidly replies as he sits on top of the council table, his feet swaying in the air. He looks at Chanyeol standing behind the door who seems to be fumbling with the doorknob that's why he's taking a minute long.

"Uhm, Chanyeol-sunbae?" Baekhyun calls, earning a zero response from the President. "Is there something wrong?"

"No Baekhyun," Chanyeol breathes, his tone an octave lower than his normal voice. "Everything is completely fine."

"Okay," Baekhyun says, looking everywhere around the cozy room. He spots the medicine cabinet and is about to go there when a hand on his thigh stops him. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Where are you going?" Chanyeol whispers seductively against the shell of Baekhyun's ear, eliciting a shiver to Baekhyun's spine. Baekhyun clenches his fist, thinking that it's just nothing.

"Uhm, I'll get the kit," Baekhyun answers shakily. He moves his head away from Chanyeol's face behind him. "I-I think I have to-- ah!"

Baekhyun startles, feeling the hand crawls up to his private part, just right in front of his crotch. His eyes widen in shock as the President palms his limp cock over the clothing, his hand moving in circular motion.

"S-sunbae, w-what are you doing?" Baekhyun asks, his whole body quivering in fear as his heart pounds loudly inside his chest. He's confused and frightened as to why the President is doing such things.

"What, haven't you done this before, huh, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol teases, his other hand caressing Baekhyun's smooth thighs as he fondles Baekhyun's clothed cock. "Touching yourself like this?"

Baekhyun gulps, nervousness filling his mind while Chanyeol deepens his touch around his gradually hardening member. Baekhyun shakes his head quickly, his eyes shut close as he tries pushing Chanyeol's hand away from his lap.

"Ch-chanyeol sunbae, I-I have to go," Baekhyun says in a scared voice as he climbs down the table. Chanyeol lets him run to the door, watching how Baekhyun gropes the doorknob with force, attempting to make his escape. Chanyeol smirks.

"I'm sorry but the lock seems to be broken," Chanyeol says smugly. "We have to wait for others to open the door."

Chanyeol steps closer to Baekhyun who is still shaking the doorknob with all his might. He corners Baekhyun with his long arms, pinning him against the door as he lustily looks down at the teary-eyed boy.

"W-what are you g-going to do with me!?" Baekhyun yells, squirming under Chanyeol's vice like grip on his arms tight enough to bruise. "Let me go!"

Chanyeol laughs. "Do you know how inviting you are in those fucking skintight gym shorts? That I get hard seeing your fucking round thighs and perty ass right before my eyes? I'm controlling myself for you, you know that!? But shit, I can't fucking take this anymore, I can't fucking hold this any longer!"

Baekhyun swallows the lump in his throat as the President-turned-into-maniac, puts his right knee between his parted legs, sliding it up and down Baekhyun's member. Baekhyun cries in terror, feeling Chanyeol's mouth plant hard kisses against the expanse of his neck, licking and sucking at the skin as he continues his ministrations to Baekhyun's clothed dick.

"Do you like that, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol asks with an evil smirk. "I can feel your cock harden, you horny little bitch."

"N-no! S-stop! Please!" Baekhyun protests, trying to shove away Chanyeol but the President's hold is so strong in his arms, that Baekhyun gets tired of squirming.

Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's shoulders as he crashes their lips together in a painful kiss, his teeth biting onto Baekhyun's lips as the boy cries into his mouth. He tilts his head only to deepen the kiss, trying to insert his tongue to Baekhyun's mouth but Baekhyun objects, keeping his mouth closed tightly.

"Open your goddamn mouth, Baekhyun," Chanyeol annoyingly breathes against Baekhyun's lips. "Open it!"

"No! Let me go!" Baekhyun shouts as his tears stream down to his pale cheeks. Chanyeol's nails dig into Baekhyun's skin, gripping Baekhyun's shoulders angrily.

"Open your mouth when I'm asking nicely," Chanyeol tells him but Baekhyun just shakes his head.

"Fucking shit!" Chanyeol curses, holding Baekhyun's jaw with his hand and squeezing his cheeks hard, enough for Baekhyun to open his mouth for Chanyeol to put his tongue in.

"That's better."

Chanyeol's tongue roams around Baekhyun's sweet cavern, tasting and exploring the heat and slickness. His tongue finds Baekhyun's steady tongue, pushing it and swirling it together with his. He sucks Baekhyun's tongue as he bites Baekhyun's swollen lips, earning a loud shrill from the wrecked boy.

Chanyeol pulls away to appreciate Baekhyun's features-- hair messy, eyes puffy red staring at him emotionless, lips swollen and cheeks pink from the grip his hand caused. Chanyeol grins in satisfaction.

"Strip in front of me, Baekhyun," Chanyeol orders as he clutches Baekhyun's neck as if he's about to strangle him. Baekhyun whimpers, his voice hoarse from all of his screaming.

"Do it," Chanyeol says, releasing Baekhyun's neck from his hands. Baekhyun just stands there, his head bowed down low.

"I said, do it!" Chanyeol shouts with a loud slap on the table. Baekhyun winces in fear.

He quietly undresses his shirt in front of the President hesitantly while his hands are shaking as he pulls the waistband of his shorts together with his briefs. He keeps his head ducked down as he steps out of his clothes, standing in front of Chanyeol stark naked.

"Very good," Chanyeol says with an appreciative smile as his eyes wander along Baekhyun's white chest, to his flawless skin, and to his semi-hard cock hanging in the air. Chanyeol laughs.

Baekhyun covers his cock with his hand, trying to hide his growing erection, but Chanyeol pulls his hand away, exposing Baekhyun's dick in the open air.

"Don't fucking try to cover your hard cock."

Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun's cock in record time, tugging it up and down while playing with the slit teasingly. Baekhyun screams, pushing Chanyeol away from him.

"N-no! Don't do this! Please! Stop!" Baekhyun begs while he is being pinned against the wall again. Chanyeol's hand speeds up, stroking Baekhyun's dick up and down while the boy continues his whines of disapproval.

"Fuck! Shut your fucking mouth!" Chanyeol shouts, irritated. "You obviously want this! Look at your cock! Aching hard and leaking because I'm jacking you off."

"N-no! No! Please!" Baekhyun says in between cries as he tries not to buck his hips into Chanyeol's hand because it feels so fucking good. "I don't want this!"

"You're cock is telling me otherwise," Chanyeol singsongs as he strokes Baekhyun's dripping erection within his hand. "Dont lie, Baekhyun. I know you want this."

Baekhyun moans when Chanyeol fondles his balls with his fingers, sending jolts of delicious pleasure to his body. He unconsciously pushes his hips into Chanyeol's hand as he moans. Chanyeol gets on to his knees in level with Baekhyun's cock to his face as he starts to flick his tongue into Baekhyun's hard dick.

"Angmph!" Baekhyun moans, bucking his hips to meet Chanyeol's hot mouth. Chanyeol smirks before swallowing Baekhyun whole, hallowing his cheeks as he uses his tongue to lick the cock inside his mouth.

Baekhyun clenches his fist to his sides as he tries to restrain himself from moaning louder, but Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun's hands, guiding it to his own hair. Much to Chanyeol's contentment, Baekhyun grips his hair in time with the bobbing of his head, Baekhyun's cock hitting Chanyeol's tight throat. His knees shiver, his toes curl in utmost pleasure as he lets out a long moan. Chanyeol sucks extra hard to the tip of Baekhyun's erection causing Baekhyun to explode his come inside the President's mouth, spurts of white flowing through Chanyeol's lips and chin as he gratefully licks Baekhyun's come with his tongue.

Chanyeol stands up, forcing Baekhyun's mouth to open up again, but to his mild surprise, Baekhyun isn't resisting anymore. Instead, he willingly opens his mouth for Chanyeol to transfer Baekhyun's own come to his mouth, allowing the boy to taste himself. Coming back to his senses, Baekhyun jerks away from Chanyeol with terrified eyes as he realize that he shouldn't be doing this with the President. This is not what he wants. This is filthy. He admits that he likes Chanyeol, but now, it feels like he doesn't know Chanyeol at all. Is this the true him?

Baekhyun is about to move away when Chanyeol has already lifted him up, laying him down on top of the council's long table, his face facing Chanyeol's crotch upside down. He watches how Chanyeol unzips his pants, revealing his huge hard cock which is leaking at the tip. Baekhyun's dick twitches.

"Sunbae! W-what are you--"

Before Baekhyun could retort, Chanyeol has already stuffed Baekhyun's mouth with his dick, pushing it all inside Baekhyun's small mouth. Baekhyun gasps as his eyes trickle with tears because fuck, the dick in his mouth is so fucking huge that it can choke him whole.

"Open wide," Chanyeol directs firmly, holding Baekhyun's cheek harshly. "Or else I'll fuck your mouth mercilessly."

Frightened, Baekhyun complies, opening his mouth wider than normal for Chanyeol's cock to fit in. He opens his throat wider as well, earning a sensual grunt from Chanyeol as he fucks Baekhyun's open mouth, pushing and pulling his long dick. He looks down at Baekhyun who's moaning around his dick, his eyes heavy with arousal while tears flow down his beautiful face. He looks so much beautiful with a cock stuffed around his swollen lips.

"You like this, do you!?" Chanyeol says as he snaps his hips forward, fucking Baekhyun's mouth relentlessly. "The President's cock going in and out of your filthy mouth! Oh, fuck!"

Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun's hair with maximum force as he continues to ram his dick, rolling his hips to fuck Baekhyun's throat rapidly. Baekhyun screams because of the pain in his head and the feeling of being suffocated with cock, his lungs unable to deliver air to breathe. He chokes on Chanyeol's cock but the president doesn't give a single fuck about it. He keeps on slamming his dick into the boy's open mouth, finding his own release.

Chanyeol reaches his orgasm with a long and throaty moan in his lips, spilling all of his come to Baekhyun's fucked out face, to his cheeks and to his hanging mouth. Baekhyun gasps for air as he coughs, semen dripping down to his chin and neck.

"Swallow," Chanyeol says, slapping Baekhyun's cheeks with his limp cock. "Swallow all of my come."

Baekhyun closes his eyes as he swallows the white liquid, feeling the salty and sticky come flow down through his throat. He receives a feather-light kiss on the forehead from Chanyeol after he has drank all of Chanyeol's come in his mouth.

Chanyeol lifts his eyes up, only to see Baekhyun's still hard red cock, curling to his belly. He laughs teasingly, looking at the flustered boy who is sprawled messily on top of the table.

"The meeting is about to start in thirty minutes," Chanyeol says as he tucks his cock back inside his pants. He pulls up the zipper as he walks away from Baekhyun's figure.

"P-please," Baekhyun begs in a croaked voice, his legs are spread widely. "I-I want to come, please."

"Oh, I thought you didn't want this, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol says with a playful smirk. "Get dressed and leave that hard cock alone."

"S-sunbae... Ch-chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun cries while his cock is heavy and painfully aching between his legs. "P-please, please, please."

"I'll make you come later."

Chanyeol smiles, giving Baekhyun's erect dick a small tug. "Only because you asked nicely."

*

Baekhyun's head snaps up as he arches his back when a wet tongue starts licking the tip of his dick. He prevents himself from making any sign of noise to not gain attention from the council members. He shuts his eyes close, ignoring Kyungsoo's presentation about financial reports when he feels two strong hands on top of his lap, pushing him down to his seat.

Baekhyun whimpers under his breath when he feels Chanyeol's goddamn mouth already swallowing him full, plump lips sucking his dick from the base up to the tip. He fists Chanyeol's hair under the council table as the president rolls his skillful tongue around his pulsating cock while continuously fumbling with his balls.

Chanyeol releases his mouth from Baekhyun's cock to give the Vice President a warning look, before swallowing him again, deepthroating him. Baekhyun's face contorts as he bucks his hips upward, meeting the bob of Chanyeol's head to his erection. Chanyeol strokes the base of Baekhyun's cock as he he sucks the tip hard, making Baekhyun lose his control.

Chanyeol pumps Baekhyun's dick in a rapid pace as the latter comes really hard underneath the table, his knees and legs shaking due to his mind blowing orgasm. Panting and catching for his breath, he looks down at the President underneath the table who is now giving him a heated stare. Baekhyun looks away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I'll fuck you later for real because I'm fucking hard right now," Chanyeol whispers huskily before he crawls back under the table, reappearing again to his seat as if nothing happened.

Baekhyun glances at the President who is now listening to the presenter in front while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Baekhyun gulps nervously as he fidgets in his seat.

Chanyeol's words still ringing to his ears, Baekhyun's dick inside his pants suddenly twitches in excitement.

*

To be continued

(A/N: Some of you might've read this because this is the one shot when they TOUCHED for the first time, and now I put it in the story. Thank you for reading!)