—sehun/chanyeol ft. space (for manda and konnie bc of this picture and not for kendra bc i never wrote this ♥♥♥♥)—
note: beware of catboys and really bad porn dialogue. sorry.
the view from here, chanyeol thinks, is pretty damn good.
the wide expanse of space is in front of him, through the window above the dash and controls, the blur of warp making the stares impossible to makeout, and chanyeol sees it all framed by the flopping pink hair and ears of a moaning sehun.
“if you get the controls dirty,” chanyeol says, stroking a hand down sehun’s naked back to stroke his tail, “i’m going to be really upset.”
May 30, 2013
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May 15, 2013
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Title: Show Me Your Teeth
Author: loudestoflove
Pairing: Suho-centric, Suho/Sehun
Rating: PG
Length: 2k words
Summary: AU. Joonmyun’s reputation as a dragon tamer has perhaps been exaggerated.
A/N: for the prompt “joonmyun, dragon tamer”. this is a fic of no substance.
(Source: loudestoflove, via bonnieyuki)
April 25, 2013
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![cakegege:
ayohexo:
chanyeol with piercings ;/////;
do not edit or repost
note: nsfw i guess?? frottage is probably the best warning i can give, but what can i say? this fanart made me think only dirty things.
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kris feels like an idiot. he’s stuck halfway back in the aisle of the plane, satchel in hand, as he waits for the passengers in front of him to disembark, but they’re taking forever, and he’s too tall for the plane, so he’s got his neck bent at an extremely uncomfortable angle with his ear nearly pressed to the ceiling. sometimes kris forgets he’s tall, and those are usually the times when life decides to slap him in the face.
his second semester away at school had been a long one. being away from chanyeol was… hard. kris had missed him during first semester, of course, back when they were just calling themselves “friends”, but after what happened on new year’s, kris was allowed to admit that the way he was missing chanyeol was much more than that.
after entirely too long, he’s finally free of the small confines of the airplane and makes his way towards baggage claim. when they had talked on the phone the night before, chanyeol had said he would come to the airport, and now kris can see him, practically leaning over the security divider to wave at him. his face is lit up like one of the screens in times square and kris can fee his heart beating in his ears and jumping into his throat, because he’s there, chanyeol is right there—
—right there in his arms.
chanyeol still smells the same, like soap and that shampoo he uses that comes in a childish green bottle, and his laugh sounds the same too, big and booming in kris’ ear, filling kris up until the laughter is bubbling out of him too.
“you’re back! you’re finally back!” chanyeol yells, far too loud, with his head buried in kris’ neck. his hair is brushing kris’ cheek from where it’s escaped the brim of chanyeol’s favorite hat and when chanyeol finally pulls back enough for kris to have a look at him, he feels his breath go right out of him.
“what—”
glinting up from below chanyeol’s lower lip are two studs, piercings, that definitely weren’t there the last time kris had see him.
chanyeol’s tongue flicks out running along the outer and then inner part of his lip. kris thinks chanyeol’s smirk looks a lot different with those two pieces of metal. it’s more… more something.
“like them?”
definitely more devious, kris thinks.
“those are new?” is all kris is able to get out, and chanyeol’s smirk just widens.
“is that a yes?”
his smile is a lot sexier, too. there’s something about the wide, round shape of chanyeol’s eyes, the plushness of his lips next to the cold metal of the studs that’s almost obscene and, god, it’s been ages since kris has been able to kiss chanyeol.
“so, um. when did you…”
chanyeol wriggles a little in his arms, as though he’s excited (which, kris realizes, he probably is). “get them? just after i saw you in february. i wanted them to be all healed up when you got back.”
kris can’t stop staring at chanyeol’s mouth. he wonders how the piercings will feel against his tongue.
“thinking about what it’ll be like to kiss me?” chanyeol asks, as though reading kris’ mind. kris isn’t big on public displays of affection, something he knows chanyeol finds both entertaining and irritating, and he likes to see how far he can push kris out of his comfort zone.
“shut up,” kris says, without any venom, and wraps the fingers of one of his hands around chanyeol’s wrist, pulling him along towards a bathroom tucked out of the way, under a staircase.
chanyeol trails after him, asking “what about your luggage?” but kris doesn’t pay him any mind. the bags always take forever to get to baggage claim. they can spare a few minutes.
the bathroom is empty, and while no place is ever really abandoned in somewhere like an airport, kris thinks this is probably good enough. he tugs chanyeol into a stall, locking the door behind them and dropping his satchel on the floor. then he uses his couple inches of extra height to hem chanyeol in against one of the stall dividers.
“so i guess you like your surprise,” chanyeol says, still laughing, but now his breath seems a little short, cheeks going pink.
kris practically growls, running his nose along the rim of chanyeol’s ear. “i can’t believe you never told me.”
“i got the idea after we went to get my ears pierced in january, since you seemed to like that.”
kris lets his tongue lap out, catching the earring in chanyeol’s lobe before scraping his teeth under it. he can feel chanyeol shudder against him.
“i did like that,” kris says, and chanyeol’s hand is hot against the skin of his back where it’s slipped beneath his jacket and shirt. he digs his fingers into the flesh of chanyeol’s hip, and finally, finally kisses chanyeol on the mouth.
chanyeol makes a little sound, rough and broken in the middle, and goes limp in kris’ arms. he feels so much better than kris could have remembered, lips full and soft, falling open so that kris can taste. the backs of the earrings are flat and smooth against the slick surface of chanyeol’s lip, and chanyeol moans when kris runs his tongue across them, rutting against him. kris’ hips have chanyeol’s pinned against the metal divider, and chanyeol’s hard-on is hot even through both of their jeans.
pressing them together even harder, kris moves his hand to chanyeol’s neck to tip his head back even further, the brim of the backwards hat brushing his knuckles. if feels like it’s been ages since kris had anything other than his own hand to get himself off, and chanyeol is so close, his togue licking at the roof of kris’ mouth, hands scrabbling at the loops of kris’ jeans as they rub against each other. chanyeol’s fingernails scrape when he pushes his hand down the back of kris’ pants, past his underwear to palm his ass, and kris groans, kissing chanyeol so hard his head knocks back against the divider.
kris wants to get his own hand down chanyeol’s pants and feel how hard chanyeol is for him, jerk him off until his hand is wet with chanyeol’s come, but he’s so close, they both are, that he knows he’ll have to save that for the next time.
when chanyeol comes, it’s surprisingly quiet, a little shivering sigh into kris’ mouth, nails cutting into the sensitive skin of kris’ ass when his body tenses, and his mouth going slack.
kris lets chanyeol breathe for a moment, just licks at the seam of his lips softly until his legs stop shaking. then he pulls back, chanyeol’s eyes fluttering open, and it hardly even matters that he hasn’t gotten his yet, because he has this, right here in front of him.
chanyeol remembers, though, dipping his head to suck on the hollow of kris’ throat and slipping a leg between kris’ for him to thrust against. chanyeol’s new lip piercings, warm from their kissing, brush at the sensitive skin of kris’ neck, and that, combined with the scrape of chanyeol’s teeth, push him through his orgasm, come spilling into his pants, and a choked moan echoing through the bathroom.
“so,” chanyeol says after a few moments, “i guess you really do like them.”
kris shoves a wad of toilet paper at him. “clean up, snake bites. we still have to get my luggage.”
after washing his hands, kris assess the damage in the mirror above one of the sinks. his hair is a mess, but it’s supposed to look a little messy anyways, and so he’s able to flatten it, but chanyeol managed to give him one hell of a hickey right under his jaw.
he’s about to say something about it to chanyeol, who’s only just managed to do up his pants and get to a sink, when the door opens and a harried looking businessman comes in. the man heads to one of the urinals along the wall, and so kris settles with shooting chanyeol a look. chanyeol just grins at him, washing his hands and then deliberately looking back at up at kris as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, and then drags it slowly through his teeth. it’s red and swollen from their make-out and the studs catch the florescent light shining from overhead.
it’s good to be back, but kris wonders if maybe he’s getting more than he bargained for. a woman herding three young kids passes them on their way towards baggage claim and looks disapprovingly at the fresh bruise on kris’ neck and he frowns.
but then, when chanyeol smiles at him when they pick up his bag from the conveyor belt, face all lit up again like he can’t believe kris is finally here, kris reasons that really, he’s gotten the deal of a lifetime.
while they’re waiting to cross the street, though, he makes sure to squeeze chanyeol’s butt nice and hard, snickering at the yelp he lets out, and then mutters “that’s for the hickey” in chanyeol’s ear.
chanyeol looks like he wants to be upset with him, but his cheeks are pink again, and kris links their hands together for anyone to see as they walk out towards the parking garage.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/0064f1a5306d9f4dde712df105670369/tumblr_mkzog79ny51rh13r8o1_500.png)
