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Being a private chef was quite an experience. Jongdae knew exactly how many calories a famous model should eat per day, and how much time an actor had for a proper snack between takes.
He didn't go around telling everyone, but he also knew exactly how much salt Byun Baekhyun, a big idol soloist, could tolerate in each meal. Baekhyun preferred to eat sweet things, which was a huge headache for Jongdae.
Since graduating in gastronomy, Jongdae's life had been a whirlwind of making lunchboxes, storing lunchboxes, and delivering lunchboxes. He never saw himself working in a famous restaurant; he didn't like the possibility that any mistake could mean his dismissal — something that had already happened when he was graduating.
And all because a customer hadn't specified that she wanted the spicy meat, but without the spicy. How was Jongdae supposed to guess that she was allergic?
Despite not wanting to work in large restaurants, Jongdae still wanted his own little corner, of course. It didn't need to be something extremely sophisticated, even though he knew the level of his skills.
The possibility of making frozen food on demand for delivery provided him with good financial stability. It worked. Jongdae used his Instagram to advertise what he did, and when a good number of people had bought the meals for the week, he closed the order and started preparing everything.
It was tiring, but for a whole year his work bore good fruit.
The opportunity to work for famous people arose from this. It happened that one of the people who bought his meal delivery service for the week was a presenter of a local TV program, and he called Jongdae to cook for him a few times a week.
The word spread, and soon Jongdae was preparing dinners for a boxer and his model girlfriend, getting lunches ready for a famous actor, and knowing exactly what an idol ate for breakfast.
The whole thing grew quickly. Jongdae started getting paid very, very well. He was overjoyed when he moved into a larger apartment.
It wasn't long before Jongdae's work became so in demand that one or two people were enough to support him financially. Maybe even more than enough.
Very happy, Jongdae began to plan to open his own restaurant. It was still a distant dream, of course. He still needed to save a lot of money.
And that's how the Rising Eagles came into his life.
More specifically, that's how the shooting guard, number 61 on the team, came into his life.
Jongdae's contract with Byun Baekhyun had ended, and it wouldn't be renewed. Which was a shame, Jongdae really enjoyed working with Baekhyun, even though he was a huge pain in the ass.
But they were good friends. And Baekhyun was an old friend of Janghoo, the coach of the Rising Eagles basketball team, and he ended up finding out that Park Chanyeol was having trouble preparing his meals. Baekhyun passed Jongdae's contact information to the coach without even asking.
But, in his defense, Jongdae was perfect for the job. He knew how to work for celebrities, he knew how to adapt to anyone's palate. And, of course, Jongdae cooked delicious food.
The only problem, for Jongdae, was... Chanyeol had been his crush since the previous year, when he made an extremely risky three-point shot and led the team to victory. He looked so good on Jongdae's television screen, with his concentrated face and tongue licking his lips.
Chanyeol was even more attractive in person. Jongdae needed all his professionalism when he entered his incredible apartment for the first time, because Park opened the door all sweaty and with messy hair, having just arrived from training.
"You must be Jongdae." Chanyeol opened the door wider to let the other in. "I'm going to take a shower, you can make yourself at home."
Jongdae was probably going through the biggest ordeal of his life.
In general, Chanyeol wasn't very picky about what he ate. Jongdae discovered this after learning about the disgusting recipe for the vitamin drink he consumed before training.
Judging by the amount of cereal in his cupboard, Chanyeol was also a big fan of eating very poorly before bed, which explained his need for someone to cook for him.
In his first week of work, Jongdae had to use Chanyeol's credit card to go to the market and buy real food so he could work properly, following the diet that the player's nutritionist had suggested.
If Jongdae thought Baekhyun had been his biggest challenge, he was very wrong. Baekhyun's diet consisted of several low-carb dishes, which only needed to be enough to meet the day's calorie needs.
Chanyeol, on the other hand, needed super elaborate dishes with increased calories after training and games. Jongdae had to study the shooting guard's entire schedule to know exactly what times he would eat his meals and prepare them accordingly.
It was extremely tiring. But it was worth it when Chanyeol praised him.
In the middle of the KBL winter season, Jongdae had been working for Chanyeol for four months and already knew every detail of what he did every day.
Part of the reason was that Chanyeol would sit by his side in the kitchen, recounting everything that happened at the day's practice, on the nights Jongdae was there to make dinner.
One day, Jongdae finally asked.
"Are you sure you can keep telling me about the team's plays?"
"I'm sure a cutie like you can't hurt us."
Jongdae laughed to disguise how flushed he was.
Those things kept happening. Chanyeol always seemed to be very close on the days Jongdae was there, always ready to grab some jar from a high cupboard, because Jongdae could "end up overstretching and having back problems trying to reach things so high up."
He also spent a lot of time calling Jongdae everything but his name. It was always something like "cute," "baby," "tiny."
It wasn't that Jongdae didn't like it. But it didn't help at all in trying to get over how attractive Chanyeol was.
But his problems didn't end there. It was a Tuesday, and when the alarm clock rang, Jongdae just turned it off and rolled to the side, sad because it wasn't the day to see Chanyeol.
And then he realized he was screwed.
In fact, he was in deep trouble.
The next day, Chanyeol was playing a game when Jongdae arrived at his apartment. The soundtrack to preparing dinner and other dishes was the Rising Eagles basketball game playing on Jongdae's phone screen.
And it was a good thing he knew where Chanyeol kept the first-aid kit, because when the camera focused on the team's number 61, Jongdae missed the onion cut and ended up cutting his finger. It was a mess. He had to get a new onion after bandaging his finger.
While the beef stew was cooking, Jongdae celebrated the basketball team's victory as if it were his own. At the same time, he thought about how unprepared he had been, because as soon as he arrived at Chanyeol's house he went straight to preparing dinner, but he should have waited for the game's result.
Chanyeol was going to have dinner with the team after the victory.
Recalculating the route, Jongdae began to separate the containers to store dinner for the following night. But while it wasn't ready, he opened Chanyeol's diet on the tablet in the kitchen, so he could also separate and prepare what he would eat for lunch and snacks.
His mistake with dinner distracted him so much that the mess in the kitchen kept growing, and Jongdae barely noticed that, at a certain point, he was no longer alone there.
"Why is your finger bandaged?" Chanyeol asked, out of the blue. He had been behind the kitchen countertop for a while, admiring how Jongdae's eyebrow was furrowed, but he approached when he noticed something strange in the other's hand.
Jongdae was so startled that if he had been holding a knife instead of a spoon, he would have cut himself again.
"Oh my fucking God." Jongdae threw the things he was holding into the sink. "Where did you come from? What are you doing here?"
Chanyeol found it amusing.
"I live here." He snapped his fingers, as if to bring Jongdae back to reality. "What happened to your finger?"
"I got distracted using the knife." Jongdae returned to what he was doing, feeling shy because he had cut his finger while watching Chanyeol. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the team?"
"And leave you alone here?" After grabbing a spoon, Chanyeol took some of the meat Jongdae had made and put it in his mouth. Jongdae was shocked, for many reasons. "Hmmm... Delicious. I'm going to take a shower and I'll be right back."
Jongdae watched his back as he ran out of the kitchen.
Jongdae also stared at all that food and all those Tupperware containers he had grabbed, feeling very confused.
Did the fact that Chanyeol was there because of him mean something, or was Jongdae crazy?
In record time, the kitchen was organized again, because Jongdae didn't want to think too much about what had just happened. So, he busied himself cleaning up the mess, putting away the food he had made for the next day, and plating Chanyeol's dinner.
Before he could put everything on the table, Chanyeol was there again. His hair was still wet, and he looked stunning in such simple clothes.
Jongdae swallowed hard.
Whether Chanyeol noticed or not was kind of irrelevant. Because either way, he rested his elbows on the countertop, near where Jongdae had placed the dinner plate he hadn't had time to take to the table.
Silently, Jongdae passed the cutlery to Chanyeol. Since he was already there, he could put his things on his table.
But Chanyeol seemed to have another idea.
"Here." He took some of the food and brought it to Jongdae's mouth. "Try it. You cook well."
"I know. I eat my food every day." Laughing, Jongdae opened his mouth, ignoring how his ears burned.
"Wow. We have so much in common."
It was very disturbing how Chanyeol, after feeding Jongdae, brought the same fork to his mouth and slowly dragged his lips along it, as if he were savoring something other than the food.
Finally snapping out of his trance, Jongdae looked away and straightened his back, determined to get back to what he was doing. He shouldn't just stand there watching Park Chanyeol eat.
The kitchen, however, was already clean and the food was ready to go into the refrigerator. Jongdae took off his apron, ready to leave. Chanyeol watched everything out of the corner of his eye, still leaning against the countertop while he ate.
"There's a lot of food." He moved away from where he was and picked up another plate, serving food there as well. "Come on, let's go to the table.”
Somewhat reluctantly, Jongdae followed him to the dining table. It was quite large for just the two of them, but Chanyeol had deliberately placed their plates side by side.
"It's a strange way to celebrate a victory, I must say." Jongdae barely noticed when Chanyeol arrived with a bottle of wine and glasses.
He was almost convinced that he wasn't misunderstanding Chanyeol's signals.
"Well, I must admit that I also had something else in mind."
"To celebrate with the team?" Jongdae tried to guess.
"No. Something different.”
Chanyeol's gaze gleamed in his direction as he looked up from his glass.
Jongdae decided to give it a try, then.
Absentmindedly, one of his feet brushed against one of the player's calves, but Jongdae kept his gaze distant as he ate. He was just testing something. Starting slowly.
On the other hand, Chanyeol shouldn't have known the meaning of starting slowly, because soon a heavy hand squeezed Jongdae's thigh under the table. Jongdae let out a little air through his mouth, certain that he was losing the game he himself had started.
When his gaze fell on Chanyeol again, he wanted to melt at the way he was looking at him. As if he were the only thing there.
"You didn't ask what my different way of celebrating today's victory is." He leaned towards Jongdae to say this.
Jongdae could groan just from the deep tone of that voice.
"Tell me."
Chanyeol grinned, a hand reaching out to grab a handful of Jongdae's hair. "Eating you out.”
Chanyeol's hand tightened in Jongdae's hair as he adjusted his face to kiss him. Jongdae felt like he might be dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up.
The angle was a little strange, since the two were still sitting, but Jongdae reached for Chanyeol's pants and groaned at how appetizing the bulge looked. Was there something about Chanyeol that wasn't appetizing?
Chanyeol was the first to stand up, and he pulled Jongdae along, roughly grabbing his waist. Soon Jongdae was bent over the table, strong hands holding his wrists behind his back and something hard rubbing against his butt through his pants.
"You don't know how many times I wanted to do this with you in the kitchen," Chanyeol admitted, and a slapping sound echoed through the apartment immediately afterward.
"What was stopping you?" Jongdae laughed over his shoulder. But inside, he was burning. "Were you unsure about your abilities?"
Chanyeol smirked. "Tell me when we're done." He grabbed Jongdae by the throat until his back was pressed against his chest. It was truly admirable how he could move Jongdae's body as he pleased.
They walked like that to the sofa. Chanyeol sat down first, but held firmly onto Jongdae's hips so that he remained standing with his back to him.
For some reason, Jongdae felt he should be a little embarrassed. As they walked, his body was pressed against Chanyeol's in a pleasant way, and he groaned in protest when he lost contact.
Now he was staring at huge windows with a beautiful view, and Chanyeol seemed very excited to caress his butt, squeeze his thighs, and explore under his shirt.
Jongdae hoped Chanyeol's hands wouldn't feel how aroused he was. Especially when they found his nipples.
"You're so thin here." Chanyeol slid his hands down his waist. "And so hot here." And then he squeezed his butt.
With a smile, and a little self-assured, Jongdae took a few steps back and turned toward the player. In the dim light of the room, Jongdae salivated at the bulge in Chanyeol's pants as he busied himself taking off his own shirt.
Once the shirt was on the floor, Jongdae took his time unbuttoning and sliding his pants down under Chanyeol's gaze, who now had his legs spread and was caressing himself over his clothes.
Jongdae turned his back again, now only in his underwear, sticking his butt out and threatening to take off the last piece of clothing. Chanyeol's gaze was hungry. However, instead of finally getting naked, Jongdae strutted off to Chanyeol's room.
Laughing incredulously, Chanyeol watched him. When that brat was out of sight, Chanyeol stood up, leaving all his clothes in the living room, and followed him.
The bedroom light was off. It was a pleasant atmosphere, so Chanyeol just turned on the hallway light, liking how the room looked. In the middle of the bed, Jongdae waited for him, hips high and chest on the mattress.
Jongdae's gaze fell on Chanyeol's cock, gracefully pointing upwards. He bit his lip, again thinking about having it in his mouth.
"Are you going to keep staring? I thought you said you wanted to eat me out. I'm waiting." Jongdae complained, an anxious glint in his eye.
"Something as small as you shouldn't be teasing me like this."
Chanyeol finally moved, kneeling behind Jongdae. Possessive hands moved up Jongdae's thighs, squeezed his butt, and then left a sharp slap there.
Slowly, Chanyeol slid Jongdae's underwear down his legs.
It seemed like the situation was in Kim Jongdae's hands. He made Chanyeol's flirting escalate to touching, he made Chanyeol follow him to the bedroom, he was ordering Chanyeol to put his mouth on him.
Chanyeol definitely wasn't losing anything there, only gaining, but every time he imagined fucking Jongdae, it was Jongdae who was following his commands.
Straightening his back, he decided to take control again.
"Lie on your back. Open your legs and wait for me."
Jongdae could be a big brat when he wanted to, but he decided to cooperate for now.
So, he did what Chanyeol asked. He lay down with his legs open. And slowly masturbated while waiting for whatever Chanyeol wanted to do.
Chanyeol was a bit speechless by the view, but he opened a small smile when he got out of bed for a moment, returning with lubricant and some condoms.
With his eyes half-closed, Jongdae chuckled hoarsely. "Hazelnut cream flavor?"
"The strawberry one is running out, I bought this one just for you." Chanyeol put his face between Jongdae's legs, forcing him to stop what he was doing.
"Since when have you been planning to fuck me?" It was difficult to speak with such a beautiful sight in front of him, but Jongdae tried.
"More or less since the first time you came here. Do you only have tight pants in your wardrobe?"
Firm hands lifted Jongdae's thighs and placed them on Chanyeol's shoulders. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jongdae grabbed his dick again and used it to slap Chanyeol's left cheek, with a perverted smile.
"No. I wear them on purpose when I come here. Do you like the view?"
Before the third slap could reach his face, Chanyeol turned and took Jongdae's penis in his mouth. He silenced Jongdae's beautiful mouth with a strong suck.
Chanyeol's mouth was skillful, taking Jongdae from the base and sliding his tongue to the tip. Jongdae grabbed a handful of the player's hair, not holding back the moans about how good Chanyeol was.
It was simply mesmerizing. Every time he reached the glans, Chanyeol's tongue circled the area and Jongdae saw stars.
Now that Jongdae was finally quiet, Chanyeol pulled his face away with a satisfied smile. With careful movements, he removed Jongdae's legs from his shoulders and bent one of them, bringing the knee to Jongdae's chest.
With the bottle of lubricant in hand, Chanyeol admired the person in his bed.
"I prefer this view." He smirked, with a husky voice.
Jongdae didn't know what to answer, preoccupied with the sensation of the icy lubricant making contact with his hole, along with Chanyeol's fingers.
It was incredible when Chanyeol penetrated with his fingers. Jongdae's inside felt very inviting, tight and warm. He moved his fingers in a scissor motion, enjoying the moans that Jongdae let out.
It didn't last that long, though. Soon the fingers were replaced by a soft tongue, and, oh, Jongdae could melt with the way Chanyeol's tongue played inside him.
It was all so erotic. Jongdae could feel Chanyeol's throat vibrating with his moans, how his tongue moved skillfully inside him. Jongdae's toes curled on the sheet, completely ecstatic.
Jongdae tried to pull away, feeling his lower abdomen burning with the approaching orgasm, but Chanyeol held his leg tightly, making his knee touch the bed. Jongdae was half lying on his back and half on his stomach, and any way he moved would only make Chanyeol's tongue go deeper.
With the hand that wasn't holding Jongdae to the mattress, Chanyeol squeezed Jongdae's penis and masturbated him.
"Holy shit, Chanyeol." Jongdae gasped, closing his eyes tightly.
There was sweat on his forehead and the sensation of stimulation only grew. Jongdae wanted to scream, to be filled in every way by Chanyeol. He grabbed Chanyeol's hair again, while Chanyeol looked up at him.
And that was it. Jongdae came with a whiny moan, letting his head fall onto the pillows.
But that didn't stop Chanyeol. He continued pounding Jongdae's cock, and his tongue was even more fearless as it moved into his ass.
When he finally felt satisfied, Chanyeol sat up in bed, admiring what he had done.
Jongdae's chest rose and fell in an irregular rhythm. His toes were curled under the sheets as he recovered from the tremors of orgasm.
Poor thing, Chanyeol thought. "We're just getting started, sweetheart." This time he verbalized it.
Jongdae smelled of hazelnut cream when Chanyeol grabbed his thighs again and pulled him close. He slid his hands down to Jongdae's waist, his thumbs massaging the side of his abdomen to try and help him regain his senses.
Looking at him like that, Jongdae wondered why it had taken them so long to get into that position in bed.
"Need some help with your little buddy?" Chanyeol's cock was glistening with precum; he was definitely enjoying eating Jongdae out.
With a husky laugh, Chanyeol leaned over Jongdae and kissed him. It was dirty. Jongdae could taste the lubricant as their tongues slid over each other. Jongdae clung to Chanyeol, finally able to have him as close as he wanted. Chanyeol looked like he was going to swallow him whole as he kissed him, and Jongdae wasn't ashamed of how he was moaning. He squeezed Chanyeol's biceps tightly as he pushed himself up, so that the two were in a position where Jongdae could sit on the other's lap.
"You're so hot." Jongdae moaned against Chanyeol's mouth.
"Come here." Chanyeol pulled Jongdae's buttocks apart so he could rub his cock between them.
Not wanting to be dominated again — although, wow, with a cock like that Chanyeol could do whatever he wanted with Jongdae —, Jongdae wiggled up and down with the cock between his buttocks, without penetrating.
He bit his lip hard, happy to notice how close Chanyeol was to coming too. Chanyeol helped him with the movements, holding firmly onto his waist, and it was a necessary support that allowed Jongdae to put his hand on his own cheeks, squeezing his cheeks to increase contact with Chanyeol's cock.
The slow sliding of the length between his buttocks was delicious, a preview of what awaited them soon. Jongdae wanted Chanyeol so badly to be completely inside him.
His breathing became more audible as he moved more comfortably, practically riding Chanyeol's cock.
Chanyeol moaned pleasurably near his ear. So good. You're so beautiful. I want to fuck you until morning.
Jongdae moaned too when he felt the jets of cum on his back.
It was difficult to explain the sensation that coursed through his veins now. Chanyeol continued to look at him with hungry eyes, Jongdae almost feeling like a defenseless prey.
But he could be the predator when he wanted to.
Chanyeol had barely regained his rhythmic breathing when Jongdae leaned in to lick his shoulders, tracing his own path to his defined chest. The sensation of the muscles under his tongue and hands was just as he had imagined it would be.
His tongue circled one of his nipples, nibbling, sucking, and pulling. Chanyeol seemed almost impassive as he watched him, but the strong grip on Jongdae's ass betrayed otherwise.
He grabbed Jongdae's hair and pulled it forcefully, briefly admiring how wet his face was. They kissed roughly, and Chanyeol used his free hand to give Jongdae's right cheek a small slap before gripping his jaw tightly.
Jongdae was excited at the prospect of waking up the next day with many marks from Chanyeol's squeezes.
"Is that all the strength you've got?" Jongdae murmured between broken laughs, for it was difficult to talk with his jaw being held firmly.
Chanyeol's answer came with another slap, a little harder this time. Jongdae bit his lip hard, a glint of pleasure in his eyes.
He was about to provoke him further, wanting to see how far Chanyeol would go. An implicit request for the player to destroy him. But Chanyeol’s voice was faster.
"On all fours at the edge of the bed. Can you do that for me?" Chanyeol purred in his ear, the grip on his hair tightening so that he could get their faces together.
Jongdae understood what he wanted when Chanyeol stood near the bed, and a smile lit up his face immediately. He didn't even think much before opening his mouth, his tongue slightly sticking out, as he positioned himself on all fours.
"Look at you, all excited to suck a dick." Chanyeol tapped the tip of his cock against Jongdae's tongue a few times, then held Jongdae's face with both hands as he thrust it all the way in. "You look so beautiful like this, with your mouth full."
With his face held, Chanyeol dictated Jongdae's rhythm, and all he needed to do was stay there. Chanyeol started slowly, moving his hips gently against Jongdae's face, lingering each time he reached the back of his throat.
Jongdae's eyes were already watering when the rhythm increased. He let his tongue embrace Chanyeol's penis the whole time, feeling the veins bulging. Jongdae groaned louder and louder each time the tip hit hard against his throat.
The sound made Chanyeol's penis vibrate on his tongue. Jongdae had to close his eyes.
It felt fucking good. Jongdae wanted to cum just from the fact that Chanyeol's cock filled his mouth. He would wake up with a sore neck from how Chanyeol was holding his face, forcing him to look up, but damn, it would be worth it.
Chanyeol moved his hips gracefully, like a fucking sex god. Jongdae wanted more, more and more.
He would do anything Chanyeol wanted.
Chanyeol shoved his cock all the way into Jongdae's mouth and paused, enjoying how wet and warm Jongdae's mouth was. He slowly pulled it out, admiring how both his cock and Jongdae's chin were covered in saliva. Jongdae's face was red, and there were a few tears on his cheek.
There was a redder mark on one of Jongdae's cheeks. When Chanyeol sat back down on the bed and hugged him, he stroked the spot, leaving a few kisses there. He also gave Jongdae a head rub, apologizing for how he had pulled his hair.
He still wanted to fuck Jongdae hard. But he decided to do something different; Jongdae was already being so good to him. So fucking good.
"Is there something you want now?" He held Jongdae's cheeks, managing to kiss him with his mouth open.
Chanyeol sucked on his lip forcefully, and Jongdae groaned softly.
"I want you to eat me sideways." Jongdae's voice was completely ruined.
Chanyeol didn't need to hear it twice. He gently held Jongdae and positioned them both on the bed. As they moved, his penis rubbed between Jongdae's legs.
Jongdae waited anxiously, masturbating while looking at Chanyeol over his shoulder. The player moved away to open a condom and put it on himself, he also grabbed some lubricant and applied it to his penis, using the rest to apply it again inside Jongdae's ass.
Hazelnut cream would be Jongdae's favorite thing after that night.
Gently, Chanyeol lifted one of Jongdae's legs, his hand firmly gripping the curve of his knee. Not gently, however, was the way he placed the tip before thrusting completely inside Jongdae.
Jongdae groaned loudly, his back arching immediately. Chanyeol didn't even wait to move, going in and out of Jongdae at an insane pace. It felt fucking good.
Jongdae could feel the thick cock rubbing against his prostate and the tip pressing against his stomach at that angle.
It was amazing how flexible Jongdae was. And how small. Chanyeol's arm slipped under Jongdae's bent leg until his hand could squeeze his throat.
Jongdae's mind was blank. He came again so quickly, completely at the mercy of how mercilessly Chanyeol was fucking him.
But Chanyeol didn't stop. He just moved quickly to change position, laying Jongdae on the bed and positioning himself between his legs.
The room was filled with the sound of Chanyeol's groin hitting Jongdae's buttocks.
Jongdae was completely ruined. Even his moans seemed helpless. Tears welled up in his eyes again as overstimulation took over him.
The sight he had of Chanyeol was divine. His hair was wet with sweat as he focused on coming inside Jongdae. Without warning, Jongdae propelled himself upwards and grabbed him, forcing Chanyeol to fall on top of him.
Jongdae's legs wrapped around Chanyeol, nails digging into his muscular back. Whiny moans, almost purrs, murmured near Chanyeol's ear about how good he was. How good it felt to be fucked by him.
Chanyeol gripped Jongdae's thighs tightly, and then Jongdae felt the condom inside him fill with his semen. Chanyeol penetrated him a few more times, increasing the sensation of ecstasy for both of them, before collapsing exhausted beside him.
Their chests rose and fell noisily, from how tired they were.
Jongdae's mind was blank. His throat ached, and he could barely feel his legs. He would curse the heavens. Fucking Chanyeol was even better than he had ever imagined.
"How about my abilities?" Even though he was all sweaty and tired, Chanyeol still managed to flash a confident smile at Jongdae.
Jongdae took a moment to understand. His brain was still rebooting.
"Not bad." He threw a leg over Chanyeol's body, which was quickly caressed. "But I haven't tested everything yet. Can you hold me while we fuck? Is riding you as good as what we did? There's still a lot to see."
Chanyeol laughed a little too loudly, and then turned to kiss Jongdae.
"I was thinking about treating you to dinner tomorrow, somewhere more romantic than my house, and to eat something that wasn't cooked by you." He bit Jongdae's lower lip. Jongdae's mouth was so swollen. What a beautiful sight. "But it seems you have something else in mind for tomorrow."
"Don't be so pessimistic. We can do both ideas."
With a smile, Jongdae closed his eyes and rested his head on Chanyeol's chest. He and Chanyeol needed a bath, and Jongdae was very excited about the possibility of using a bathtub with Chanyeol.