Jongin’s clinging onto Baekhyun, a little too much.

For the thousandth time today, Chanyeol tried to get close to his boyfriend in whatever way possible, only to be cock blocked by the group’s main dancer. Even before they got to the airport, Jongin was already attached to Baekhyun like a leech.

Showers in the morning? Jongin dragged Baekhyun in with him.

Sitting in the car? Jongin took Chanyeol’s usual place beside Baekhyun. It was starting to get irritating, the way the younger stuck to Baekhyun.

Chanyeol growled but forced a smile. They were out in public and he had an image to keep up as Exo’s Happy Virus.

He took a deep breath and exhaled softly, looking up at the cameras with a gentle, fake smile. Maybe he was going to get the chance to sit with Baekhyun on the plane, and then they’d go back to their normal, couple ways, or as much as they could in the public’s eye.

They made their way to the big plane, fan girls pressing themselves up again their bodies with large DSLR cameras shoved in their faces. He reached for Baekhyun’s arm, an attempt to pull him close like he usually did when the fan girls got out of hand. It was also an attempt to tell him that he wanted to sit with him on the plane, but the elder was pulled away by Jongin and crushed in his arms.

“Baek hyung, sit with me on the plane!” Jongin gently ushered the shorter one onto the plane, plopping onto one of the seats. He glanced back at Chanyeol with a knowing, playful grin.

Chanyeol was fuming inside as he moved to the seat behind the two, angrily squeezing his bag against his chest. The seat beside him was taken by a random male, who kept making funny, suggestive glances at him. Chanyeol groaned and leaned back against the chair, leaving his bag in between the male and him, trying to get as far away as possible. Just two hours, he thought, two hours until he could get off this stupid plane and get Baekhyun alone.

Speaking of Baekhyun, he stole a glance at the two in front of him and felt his blood pressure get to an even higher point than it already was. Jongin had his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and the other’s head on top of Jongin’s. Chanyeol ripped his eyes from the two and jammed his earphones into his ears, shutting his eyes. He couldn’t wait until this plane ride was over.

After two hours, the airplane arrived at its destination.

Chanyeol awoke with a kink in his neck and the strange male resting almost his entire body on top of his own. Chanyeol refrained from screaming and pushed the male off him, making a grab for his bag that fell onto the floor. He looked at where Baekhyun and Jongin sat, and found the seats empty. He growled and tried to get out of the plane, having to step over the dazed male to get off.

He stomped his way out of the plane and into the terminal, where he found Jongin attached to his lover’s arm, again. His frown deepened as he quickly made his way over to the pair, almost ripping Jongin away and dragging Baekhyun off to the nearest washroom he could find. “A-Ahh Yeol, ouch that hurts! Where are you bringing me? We have a schedule to go to! Yeo-” Baekhyun cut himself off with a yelp, getting slammed into the wall of one of the bathroom stalls by an angry Chanyeol. Before he protest anymore, Chanyeol crashed his lips onto Baekhyun’s, not caring if it would bruise later.

The bags that Baekhyun held fell onto the floor as his hands buried themselves in Chanyeol’s hair, letting out a muffled moan. He had missed his giant the entire day as well, even though he knew what Jongin was up to and didn’t make a move to stop it. He knew that Chanyeol got jealous and angry, and he knew what was coming up next. Truthfully, it excited him.

Chanyeol roughly grabbed Baekhyun’s slender wrists and pinned them above his head. He left the shorter’s swollen lips to leave a trail of hickeys down his neck, enjoying the whimpers and whines that came out of Baekhyun’s mouth. “What were you doing with Jongin back there? Are you purposely asking for punishment Baekhyun?” His voice was deep and rough, vibrating against Baekhyun’s pale neck as he formed new hickeys between each of the words.

Baekhyun tilted his head up, goose bumps already covering his skin, giving a slight shake of his head. “Liar.” Chanyeol ran a hand down Baekhyun’s sides and up his shirt, tugging at one of the pink, sensitive nubs. Baekhyun mewed and arched his back, wanting more of Chanyeol’s touch.

“Y-Yeol…” He was given another tight squeeze.

“Yes Baek?”

“Don’t t-tease…” Chanyeol ignored him and lifted the smaller’s shirt up, taking the other nipple between his lips. He gave it a sharp bite and a flick of his tongue, feeling the tremble of the other’s body.

“Y-Yeol..”

“Baek. Punishment goes to bad boys who lie.”

“I-I’m s-sorry…” Chanyeol danced his fingers lightly over the pale, smooth stomach while his tongue worked teasingly at the nub.

“What for Baek?”

“F-For l-letting Jongin t-touch, aah, touch me…” Chanyeol smirked against the reddened skin.

“Touch you? Baekhyun, where did he touch you? Here?” He rubbed at the other nipple with his free hand.

“Or here?” He slid his hand into Baekhyun’s pants, roughly grabbing at the hardened cock. Baekhyun let out a loud moan, bucking his hips closer to the giant’s hand.

Chanyeol gave it another rough tug before starting a slow paced pump. He brought his lips back to the pale skin of Baekhyun’s neck, sucking it until it turned red again. “Hmm Baek? Did he?” Baekhyun couldn’t think properly, the sensations the giant was giving him were too much. He could barely hear the question through the loud rushing of blood in his body, thrusting up his hips for more.

When the hand stopped moving, Baekhyun whined. His face was red and heated, breath heaving heavily. A few droplets of sweat dripped down the side of his face. “W-Why’d yo-”

Chanyeol cut him off. “You didn’t answer the question.” Baekhyun almost cried out and shook his head. Chanyeol smirked and resumed the movement of his hand, slowly moving his lips down to the hem of his pants, letting go of the elder’s wrists.

“What do you want Baek?” He took his hand out and unbuttoned Baekhyun’s jeans, pulling them down, purposely letting his fingers brush along the heated skin of the brunet’s length. The elder let out a moan, running his fingers softly through Chanyeol’s dark locks. Chanyeol took hold of the member and gave it a small pump before bringing his lips up to the pre-cum covered tip.

He pressed a kiss on the tip and engulfed the hot flesh with his mouth, running his tongue underneath the veins of his cock. He reached down into his bag and took out the lotion his mom forced him to bring around, bobbing his head on Baekhyun and coating his fingers. Chanyeol reached around and pressed a finger up against Baekhyun’s tight entrance, circling his finger teasingly around it before pushing it in. Baekhyun’s grip on Chanyeol’s hair tightened, trying to muffle his moans in the public place.

He pushed another finger in, stretching the hole as he continued to bob his head. When he felt Baekhyun was close, he gripped the base of the cock tightly and removed his mouth, earning a loud whimper from the other. He turned him to face the wall, taking his fingers out and pushing his own pants down. Chanyeol grabbed the lotion and coated his cock with it, rubbing his tip against Baekhyun’s prepared hole. “Y-Yeol, please…”

“Please what?”

Baekhyun pushed against Chanyeol’s cock, wanting the giant to enter him. “G-Goddamn it Yeol, fuck me with your cock!” And with that, Chanyeol pushed himself in without a warning, groaning. He placed his hands on Baekhyun’s hips and started at a slow but deep pace. Baekhyun’s moans were in time with his thrusts.

Baekhyun was really tight. Like, really, really tight. And it drove Chanyeol insane, being surrounded by his wet heat. “God, you’re so good Baek.” He growled, leaning down so his chest was right up against Baekhyun’s back. The elder could only reply with moans and whimpers, as Chanyeol’s thrusts became more animalistic.

“Better keep your voice down Baek.” Chanyeol whispered harshly, getting a muffled moan as a response.

It turned Baekhyun on even more when Chanyeol started whispering against his his ear, shivers running up and down his spine while the other fucked him.

“Mine, you’re mine.” Chanyeol’s whispers were like a mantra, slowing losing his mind as he pumped himself into Baekhyun.

Baekhyun’s moans got louder along with Chanyeol’s strength in his thrusts, partly answering with “yes, all yours” and multiple soft “fuck”s in between.

Chanyeol’s groans echoed in the thankfully, quiet washroom, and before he knew it, they both came, hard. Chanyeol rolled his head back as Baekhyun almost collapsed against the stall wall, his white mess all over it. Baekhyun’s lips were parted in an expression of euphoria, body exhausted. Chanyeol thrusted in a few more times to ride out the orgasms and allowed his body to rest on Baekhyun’s, both of them catching their breathes.

“Don’t let Jongin do that next time, okay?” Chanyeol whispered in his ear after a moment’s silence, playing with the brunet’s hair.

“Or I’ll have to punish you, properly.”