And like that Chanyeol is triggered

And like that Chanyeol is triggered, smacking the ball out of Wufan's hands and moving forward, fingers
gripping Wufan's shirt and jerking him forward into a crushing kiss. Wufan has shitty strategies, but
sometimes they work. His own fingers tangle into the loose material of Chanyeol's hoodie, lips parting so
he can suck Chanyeol's tongue into his mouth, their bodies pressing together just like they did ten days
ago after a satisfying game.
Kissing Chanyeol, even though Wufan hasn't ever really thought of doing it, is pretty fucking awesome.
Chanyeol's mouth looks big but it's actually perfect for the push and pull of their kiss, it's perfect for
Wufan's tongue to swipe around.
Smirking against Chanyeol's lips, Wufan's hands move to Chanyeol's hips, and he breaks their kiss –
Chanyeol gives him a confused look before he yelps out in surprise as Wufan's foot moves to kick
Chanyeol's feet out from under him. They both go to the ground and Wufan lands on top, not unkind
about the way he rests atop Chanyeol. Although startled, Chanyeol doesn't miss a beat as he grips the
back of Wufan's head and presses their mouths together again. Wufan's hips rut down against the other
boy's and the silence of the deserted park is broken by the sound that leaves Chanyeol's throat.
It all sort of builds up like that, Wufan thinking about every time Chanyeol has beaten him, every time
Wufan has sulked in defeat – it all boils down to Wufan's sweet victory last week and the look on
Chanyeol's face as Wufan beat him for the first time. And somehow it translates into this: Wufan sucking
at Chanyeol's bottom lip and shoving his hand past the waistband of Chanyeol's sweats, palming the
erection he finds there and making Chanyeol writhe beneath him.
It makes total sense.
The way they move against each other is just like how they hash it out on the pitch. They're using every
opportunity they can to get the advantage – Wufan has his hand down Chanyeol's pants but Chanyeol's
legs are wrapping around Wufan's hips, forcing their bodies closer together, his teeth grating down the
length of Wufan's neck. The night air is humid and hanging thickly over them and Wufan presses the
pad of his thumb into ridge of Chanyeol's cock, satisfied in the gravelly moan that leaves the younger
man's throat.
“How do you like losing?” Wufan breathes out against Chanyeol's ear, biting the shell.
Chanyeol doesn't reply verbally, just hisses through his teeth as his hands move to Wufan's sweat pants,
struggling to push them over Wufan's hips. Wufan's erection is freed from his boxers as Chanyeol sits up
a bit, his legs still wrapped firmly around Wufan's hips to keep him in place.
Finally Chanyeol glances up to acknowledge Wufan's question, and he smirks as he reaches down to
immediately go for the gold, his palm cupping the older man's balls. “I fucking love it.”
Ah shit that's not what he's supposed to say.
Grunting and bucking his hips a bit, Wufan cusses when Chanyeol mouths his chest through his shirt.
Skin on skin would be preferred but there's something about the way that Chanyeol's breath warms up
the fabric of Wufan's t-shirt; when he pulls away the hot spot on the material fades and leaves Wufan
shivering.
He's not sure how anything between them turned into this but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter a
single fucking bit when Chanyeol's hands are sliding over his hips towards the small of his back and
applying pressure, making the head of Wufan's cock bump against the hollow of Chanyeol's throat.
Wufan puts a hand on top of Chanyeol's head, pushing down. Might as well be direct about it. Chanyeol
lets out a low chuckle before he wraps his lips around the tip of Wufan's cock and Wufan can't help but
let out a breathy noise and tilt his hips upwards into the sensation. Chanyeol's mouth is the perfect
size for taking Wufan's dick all the way in and Wufan swears he will never say anything bad about
Chanyeol's mouth ever again for as long as he lives. The head of his cock hits Chanyeol's throat and he
tangles his fingers in the other's long hair, tugging lightly to try and urge him to take more of Wufan
down. He's met with resistance and a few choking sounds, before all heat is removed from his body –
Chanyeol is straightening and looking up at Wufan with a smirk, and Wufan thinks he looks better with
something in his mouth, so he grabs the base of his erection and bumps the head against Chanyeol's
closed lips in silent demand.

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Dan seperti itu Chanyeol dipicu, memukul bola dari Wufan di tangan dan bergerak maju, jari-jarimencengkeram Wufan's kemeja dan menyentak dia maju ke crushing berciuman. Wufan memiliki strategi yang buruk, tetapikadang-kadang mereka bekerja. Jarinya sendiri kusut menjadi bahan longgar hoodie Chanyeol's, bibir berpisah begituDia bisa menyedot Chanyeol's lidah ke dalam mulutnya, tubuh mereka menekan bersama-sama seperti yang mereka lakukan sepuluh harilalu setelah permainan memuaskan.Ciuman Chanyeol, meski Wufan belum pernah benar-benar berpikir untuk melakukan itu, cukup fucking awesome.Chanyeol's mulut tampak besar tapi benar-benar sempurna untuk mendorong dan menarik mereka Kiss, cocok untukWufan's lidah menggesek di sekitar.Menyeringai melawan Chanyeol di bibir, tangan Wufan's pindah ke Chanyeol's pinggul, dan dia istirahat mereka ciuman-Chanyeol memberinya bingung sebelum ia tidur keluar dalam kejutan ketika Wufan di kaki bergerak untuk menendangChanyeol di kaki keluar dari padanya. Mereka berdua pergi ke tanah dan tanah Wufan di atas, tidak tidak baiktentang cara ia bersandar di atas Chanyeol. Meskipun kaget, Chanyeol tidak melewatkan mengalahkan seperti ia mencengkerambelakang Wufan's kepala dan menekan mulut mereka bersama-sama lagi. Wufan's pinggul Liang turun terhadap yang lainanak laki-laki dan keheningan Taman terpencil rusak oleh suara yang meninggalkan Chanyeol di tenggorokan.Semua itu semacam membangun seperti, Wufan berpikir tentang setiap kali Chanyeol telah mengalahkan dia, setiap waktuWufan telah merajuk kekalahan-itu semua bermuara pada Wufan's kemenangan manis pekan lalu dan melihat padaChanyeol's face as Wufan beat him for the first time. And somehow it translates into this: Wufan suckingat Chanyeol's bottom lip and shoving his hand past the waistband of Chanyeol's sweats, palming theerection he finds there and making Chanyeol writhe beneath him.It makes total sense.The way they move against each other is just like how they hash it out on the pitch. They're using everyopportunity they can to get the advantage – Wufan has his hand down Chanyeol's pants but Chanyeol'slegs are wrapping around Wufan's hips, forcing their bodies closer together, his teeth grating down thelength of Wufan's neck. The night air is humid and hanging thickly over them and Wufan presses thepad of his thumb into ridge of Chanyeol's cock, satisfied in the gravelly moan that leaves the youngerman's throat.“How do you like losing?” Wufan breathes out against Chanyeol's ear, biting the shell.Chanyeol doesn't reply verbally, just hisses through his teeth as his hands move to Wufan's sweat pants,struggling to push them over Wufan's hips. Wufan's erection is freed from his boxers as Chanyeol sits upa bit, his legs still wrapped firmly around Wufan's hips to keep him in place.Finally Chanyeol glances up to acknowledge Wufan's question, and he smirks as he reaches down toimmediately go for the gold, his palm cupping the older man's balls. “I fucking love it.”Ah shit that's not what he's supposed to say.Dengusan dan melawan pinggul sedikit, Wufan cusses ketika Chanyeol mulut dadanya melalui kemejanya.Pada kulit akan disukai tapi ada sesuatu tentang cara yang Chanyeol's napas menghangatkain Wufan's t-shirt; ketika ia menarik diri hot spot materi memudar dan daun Wufanmenggigil.Ini dia tidak yakin bagaimana sesuatu antara mereka berubah menjadi ini tapi itu tidak masalah. Tidak pedulisialan satu sedikit ketika Chanyeol di tangan meluncur atas pinggul menuju kecil punggung danmenerapkan tekanan, membuat kepala Wufan's kokang benjolan terhadap hollow Chanyeol di tenggorokan.Wufan menempatkan tangan di atas kepala Chanyeol's, mendorong ke bawah. Mungkin juga akan langsung tentang hal itu. Chanyeolmemungkinkan keluar tergelak rendah sebelum dia membungkus bibirnya di sekitar ujung Wufan's kokang dan Wufan tidak dapat membantu tapimengeluarkan suara mendesah dan memiringkan pinggul ke atas ke dalam sensasi. Chanyeol's mulut adalah sempurnaukuran untuk mengambil Wufan's dick semua cara dan Wufan bersumpah ia akan tidak pernah mengatakan apapun yang buruk tentangChanyeol's mulut lagi selama hidupnya. Kepala kemaluannya hits Chanyeol di tenggorokan dan iakusut jarinya lain rambut panjang, menarik ringan untuk mencoba dan mendorong dia untuk mengambil lebih dari Wufanturun. Dia bertemu dengan perlawanan dan beberapa tersedak terdengar, sebelum semua panas akan dihapus dari tubuhnya-Chanyeol meluruskan dan memandang Wufan dengan seringai, dan Wufan berpikir ia tampak lebih baik dengansomething in his mouth, so he grabs the base of his erection and bumps the head against Chanyeol'sclosed lips in silent demand.