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“Mm, Changbin,” Chan groans against his lips. He’s kissing him, Changbin’s hands on Chan’s waist, his legs on either side of Chan’s. Chan’s soft hands hold onto his face, sliding up to hold onto his hair. God, he really loves days like these.
They’re both hurried in their movements, the kiss sloppy and desperate as Chan tugs at Changbin’s shirt, urging him to pull it off his head. Changbin wastes no time in teasing at the waistband of Chan’s sweatpants, dipping his hand in past his boxers. He swallows Chan’s moans as he reaches for Chan’s clit, rubbing at it in little circles. Chan’s hips buck up with the touch, clearly already sensitive.
Chan continues to kiss him as he makes all those sweet sounds of his, and Changbin decides to five a little deeper. He reaches his fingers down further, teasing at Chan’s labia before he plunges a finger into Chan. Chan is so wet around him already, it kind of makes his head spin. Chan is so cute when Changbin fingers him, all needy and rocking back onto him to feel more. He fingers Chan somewhat haphazardly, both of them too aroused to be very meticulous with anything. The slick sound of his fingers sliding in and out of Chan is obscene, squelching with every one of his motions. It’s adorable, the way Chan’s ears and cheeks are bright red from all this.
He pulls his hand out, intending to get Chan to pull off his pants so it’ll be easier to finger him but…
“Oh,” Changbin stares wide-eyed when his middle and index finger come up red and bloodied.
Chan’s eyes crack open at the sound. He looks horrified. “Holy fucking shit. I’m so sorry,” Chan says, embarrassed.
“What? What’s there to be sorry about?” Changbin frowns, but Chan hurries to get tissues from the bedside table and covers Changbin’s hand. As if he wants to hide the mess he’s unknowingly made.
“It’s disgusting,” Chan says, wincing. “And I’m sorry we can’t have sex because of this.”
“I mean, we can. If you still want to.”
Chan stares wide-eyed. “You mean…”
“Yes, you know I’d still fuck you on your period, Chan.” He feels his face burning. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“I… Really?” Chan asks, finally meeting Changbin’s eyes. “It’s so… gross.”
“It’s natural, Chan. It’s not gross, and you’re not gross either,” He affirms, squashing Chan’s insecurities before he can even say it. “If you don’t want to have sex, it’s fine. But I’ll grab the towels if you still want to.”
Chan worries at his lower lip, seeming to contemplate, but finally nods. “Okay.”
He smiles at Chan. He tosses the used tissue in the bin, before he swings open their cupboard doors and reaches up for the towels. Chan laughs, loud and bright as he always does, when he notices that Changbin has to tiptoe to reach it. “Shush,” Changbin calls back, and it makes Chan giggle even harder.
Chan lifts his hips to pull off his bottoms and so Changbin can lay the towels underneath. Chan sighs, staring at his now stained underwear. “Ew.”
“It’s hot,” Changbin assures, before he kisses Chan again.
“You’re weird.” Chan laughs to himself.
Changbin rolls his eyes as he reaches for the condoms in their side drawer. “You love it.”
“Maybe I do,” Chan responds, giggling.
Changbin leans in to kiss Chan, Chan sighing as their lips meet again. Changbin fumbles with the condom, hastily sliding it onto himself while Chan licks into his mouth. He lines himself up with Chan’s hole, pushing the head to tease around the rim. It makes Chan whine against him. Changbin pulls away to ask if he can push in, and Chan hesitates to nod.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Chan?” Changbin asks. Of course he’s concerned, he doesn’t want Chan to be any kind of uncomfortable. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, y’know?”
Chan avoids his eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” Chan sighs. “I just don’t want you to feel gross while fucking me.”
Changbin flicks Chan’s forehead lightly. Chan frowns. “I told you it doesn’t matter to me,” Changbin says sternly. “I just like fucking you a lot. So much that I don’t really care that you’re on your period while we do it. Okay?”
Chan sighs, defeated. “You really want to fuck me, huh?”
“Only if you want me to, Channie,” Changbin says, smiling.
Chan nods, finally relenting.
“Honestly I’d eat you out if you wanted me to. I find it really hot, I- I just find you hot, okay? So don’t worry about me.”
Chan rolls his eyes. “Okay, nasty,” He laughs. “Now stick it in me.”
Changbin grins, lining himself up with Chan, and pushes in. He makes sure to move slowly, letting his cock drag against Chan’s soft walls as he slides all the way in. It’s warmer, wetter than usual, but God, it feels so good. Chan looks like he’s about to explode, hands gripping his sheets tightly. His mouth falls open, head thrown back as he moans.
“Good, baby?” Changbin coos.
Chan manages a nod. “Please move, Binnie.”
Changbin kisses his jaw. Holding into Chan’s hips, he begins to move, using his leverage on Chan to pull him in closer. He reaches deep inside of Chan, to which Chan lets out a guttural noise. He keeps his thrusts long and slow, wanting to be delicate with the man underneath him. Rocking his hips, Chan seems pleased with the way Changbin fucks him. Changbin lets his hands roam under Chan’s shirt, feeling Chan’s soft skin under the rough pads of his fingers. Chan turns his head to kiss him lazily, moaning when Changbin thumbs at his nipples. He loves the way Chan reacts to him, with his soft moans and all his noises, simply too cute with the way he jolts with every touch.
“You’re so pretty,” Changbin says breathlessly, resting his forehead against Chan’s. “I love you.”
“You’re a sap,” Chan giggles, and pecks the corner of Changbin’s mouth. “I love you too.”
Changbin lets his hand move down south, between Chan’s spread legs, fumbling for Chan’s clit. “Oh,” Chan whines. Changbin smirks against his skin. With his thumb, he presses down on Chan’s spot, already very wet with all the fluids down there, but it makes the slide easy. Chan makes the cutest sound in the back of his throat, as Changbin rubs his clit in circular motions.
“Changbin,” Chan gurgles, voice wavering. Chan’s body jolts when Changbin adds a little more pressure. His breathing picks up, overwhelmed with pleasure as Changbin continues to do everything possible to make him come. “Please, I think- I’m gonna-”
“Yeah, baby? Gonna come all over my cock?” Changbin teases, with the most shit-eating grin on his face.
Chan rolls his eyes. “You’re horrible.”
Changbin smiles. “I’m making you come, I can’t be that bad.”
Chan sighs, biting down on his bottom lip. Any words on his tongue seem to dissipate, as Changbin continues to fuck into Chan, until he, “Oh, fuck, Binnie, I’m going to come-!”
The last word is drawn out into a long moan, as Changbin rubs at his clit harder, till Chan is freezing up as he comes. Chan’s body shakes through his orgasm, and more liquid gushes out around Changbin’s cock. Holy shit.
He can’t even feel embarrassed to say that watching Chan’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his expressions so sinful , and feeling Chan clench around his cock so tight makes him come hard inside the condom too. Honestly, he wishes he could watch his come drip out of Chan’s hole, but he thinks that would be too irresponsible.
The visual of his cock sliding out of Chan’s hole almost makes his cock twitch with excitement again. Oops. But they’ve thoroughly made a mess, the towels beneath them soaked through. Even his skin is bloodied, where their bodies had made contact, but it riles him up all the same. Changbin pulls off the condom delicately, wrapping it up in tissues before he tosses it out. Chan is blissed out, contentment settled into his features. It’s adorable, but God, Changbin is still kinda horny.
He settles between Chan’s legs, not letting him close them just yet. “Wh- Changbin, what are you…?”
“Can I eat you out?” Changbin swears he’s drooling, as he looks up at Chan’s very red face. “Can I please? I just, really want to.”
Chan blinks, long and slow. “You’re nasty,” He sighs. “Y’know that?”
“Is that a yes?” Changbin waggles his eyebrows.
He pauses for a moment. “Fine.”
“God, I love you,” Changbin says, before he dives in with absolutely no inhibitions. He flattens his tongue against Chan, licking a long stripe over Chan’s hole. He’s instantly obsessed with the sharp, metallic taste in his mouth, which maybe he’s kind of fucked up for, but he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t care about burying his face deeper in either, eating Chan out like how he normally would, slurping and licking obscenely.
Chan bites back a moan, muffling it with his hand. “Shit, how are you so good at this?”
Changbin grins up and Chan, who struggles to keep his eyes open, trained on him. He tongues at Chan’s clit, pressing against it just to feel Chan’s thighs tighten around his head. Changbin sucks on the sensitive spot, circling one of his fingers around the rim of his hole. It’s easy to slide his middle finger into him, given that Chan’s already thoroughly stretched open. Chan gurgles as Changbin’s finger thrusts in and out of him, adding to the wet sounds between them.
“Fuck,” is all Chan can muster out before he comes again, groaning as he comes all over Changbin’s face. Changbin can’t help but dart his tongue to taste all of it, even though the blood mostly overpowers all his senses. He feels it drip down his chin, the whole lower half of his face feeling wet.
He pulls away, triumphant, and Chan stares at him with wide eyes. He’s sure he looks insane when he smiles at Chan, but Chan just laughs and reaches for the tissues, before putting them in his face.
“Oh, come on, babe, you don’t want to kiss me?” Changbin goads, muffled as he wipes his face clean.
“Absolutely not, nasty.” Chan rolls his eyes, sighing. He gets up, moving awkwardly from the mess between his legs, and tries to fold the towels that were underneath them. Changbin’s heart pounds in his chest as Chan waddles out of the room.
“Taking a shower,” Chan calls out. “Maybe you can join me.”
Changbin’s never taken off after Chan faster.
Chan’s already letting the water run in the shower when Changbin steps into the cubicle. The water basically burns his skin off, but he knows Chan’s compromised with how hot the water is at this point. Changbin stops Chan’s hand as he reaches out for the shampoo, silently offering to do it instead as he pumps it in his hand, lathering it in his hands as he massages Chan’s scalp. Chan sighs comfortably.
“Thanks for letting me do all that earlier,” Changbin murmurs, echoing off the walls. Only the drip of water from the shower head accompanies him.
Chan hums, turning to face him now. “I like when my boyfriend is happy. I feel good when you do, baby.”
Changbin kisses Chan’s shoulder, making sure to stay far away from the soap dripping down Chan’s neck. He’d tried to kiss him in the shower once. Spitting out a mouth full of soap was not very romantic.
Chan lathers up with body wash, and runs them over Changbin’s body with soapy hands. He runs them over his arms, squeezing appreciatively, over his pecs and stomach.
“I love you,” Changbin says softly, watching as Chan’s eyes roam over him with adoration.
Chan smiles up at him. “You know I love you too.”
They towel off, taking their time to dry each other’s hair. Chan makes him look away while he slides a tampon up there so he doesn’t just free bleed all over the bed. It’s nice, as they get dressed in Changbin’s baggy clothes. Changbin even insists on carrying Chan all the way back to their room, despite Chan’s protests.
Changbin almost drops Chan when he notices that the sheets haven’t stained from earlier. He lays Chan down, and hops into their bed right next to him. Changbin sidles an arm underneath Chan, and lets Chan hook his leg around him. They both grin.
Perfect.