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Baekhyun thinks he's dreaming.
Somewhere between a wet dream and reality.
When he gains consciousness, he feels a warm body glued to his back.
This has to be a wet dream, he thinks, his eyes fluttering shut again. He thinks he feels his cunt being played with, but he's too tired, so when his blinks become longer and longer, he doesn't fight it.
(His cunt, is, indeed, being played with.)
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When Baekhyun opens his eyes again, he feels that same warm body glued to his back. But where earlier he had felt perhaps something inside his hole, he's absolutely certain he's being filled now.
It almost makes him panic, but then the person behind him groans and Baekhyun knows that man all too well. As his head slowly clears from the sleep, he realises that he knows this man. He definitely does. That's the man he's been living with (and who he's been in love with for even longer). Baekhyun knows him.
That's Chanyeol.
He recognises Chanyeol's fading cologne. The, now he's certain of it, cock driving gently inside his hole, is a cock he's all too familiar with. The hand on his hips, rough fingers, heavy on his skin.
And the groans. The moans, right against his ear, as Chanyeol fills him to the brim in gentle thrusts, driving his fat cock all the way inside Baekhyun with such ease that Baekhyun would be impressed were he not a little disoriented as to why his boyfriend would be taking him in his sleep. Before he can be upset, shocked, in utter disbelief at the act of being taken in his sleep, a memory pops.
And then, in quick flashes, it all comes back to him.
Last night, on his knees. Being fed his boyfriend's cock until he'd choked and made a mess out of himself. Chanyeol making him swallow his cum. Chanyeol bringing him to bed and eating out his unprepared hole until Baekhyun came all over himself untouched like he was some untouched virginal maiden.
The talk. Baekhyun's cheeks burn with such passion as he remembers.
They'd been in bed, sated, warm and sleepy and they'd stayed naked after their quick shower. Chanyeol had been holding him from behind just like he currently is now, but his cock hadn't been inside Baekhyun.
And Baekhyun, unrestrained, sleepy, so fucking sated, in love, had told Chanyeol of a little fantasy.
"You own me, right?" He asked, like Chanyeol didn't. As if it was possible for Chanyeol not to, after all they'd done together. It was a fact, like any other.
The sky is blue. Baekhyun is Chanyeol's property. All facts.
Yet he asked, and Chanyeol indulged him. (He always did). "You are my property, yes." He said, and he sounded so fond. So happy to be there. To do what he did with Baekhyun, to be with him.
It had started as a kink- Chanyeol was dominant in bed and Baekhyun was submissive. It had started as one.
(And then Chanyeol got him a collar and a leash and Baekhyun wanted to be owned outside of bed too. Wanted to be used by him. Wanted Chanyeol to know that he'd never refuse him.)
So while it had started out as a kink, Baekhyun had loved it. It stayed within the bedroom walls, but Baekhyun wanted to push it a little past these walls.
He wanted Chanyeol to lay claim on him inside out. He wanted Chanyeol to know that his body was his to use wherever, whenever, however he wanted.
Baekhyun wanted to be his ragdoll. His fuckdoll. His cumdump. His little toy- wanted his holes to be used and abused thoroughly as Chanyeol saw it fit.
Baekhyun wanted Chanyeol's hand around his throat, in his hair, inside his cunt, laying unforgiving spanks on his balls, slapping his face, deep deep in his cunt on the rare occasions he'd fist him.
He'd been thinking about it for a while on his own and hadn't shared it yet. And then, because why the hell not, he had.
"So you should take me anytime you want, right?"
Chanyeol's hand stopped on his stomach, his fingers itching for the smaller's genitals. "Speak clearly." Was all he said before his hand dipped between Baekhyun's ass cheeks to feel his rim. "I do take you anytime I want."
"Not when I'm asleep." Had slipped out before he could think it through. And before he could stop himself, everything else had flowed out. "I'm a good fucktoy, right?" To which Chanyeol hummed, still glued to the smaller. "I wanna be a good slave for you. I wanna... Daddy should empty himself inside me when I'm asleep. You should use me when I'm asleep- what if you need your toy and your toy is asleep? Wouldn't that go against the definition of a toy? What about when you get home and I'm already asleep? It shouldn't... it shouldn't stop you."
At once, Chanyeol's hand came up to Baekhyun's throat, not quite closing in, but his hold was strong enough to have Baekhyun's spent cock twitch. "You want daddy to use you when you're asleep?"
And despite the flush, despite feeling like he'd just revealed something huge, Baekhyun answered back. "Yes please. You can do anything you want to me." To which Chanyeol pinched his thigh, making Baekhyun yelp out in surprise and pain.
They'd had this discussion about Baekhyun saying things as such. Chanyeol would tell him that 'anything' wouldn't be quite it because there were things Baekhyun didn't want. Things Baekhyun didn't like- things Chanyeol didn't want and things Chanyeol refused as well.
But it sounded so much better when he said it like that. Chanyeol knew what he meant.
"Daddy will make good on that promise then."
So here is Baekhyun, currently awake, feeling his boyfriend filling him up with his fat, thick cock.
Chanyeol's face is somewhere in Baekhyun's neck, kissing and licking and biting at the skin he can reach, while Baekhyun's being split open on his cock.
He tries pretending he's asleep, just to see what Chanyeol will do, but Chanyeol seems to know. He lays a calculated slap on Baekhyun's balls, and Baekhyun mewls in pain.
"Tsk. A good toy knows how to behave."
It's then that Baekhyun looks down to between his legs, the room too dark to make out anything, so his hand slips down despite knowing it'll be stopped by Chanyeol.
He barely has the time to feel the cock cage on his little cock that Chanyeol has slapped his hand away. "You don't need to come, Baekhyun." He says, stilling his hips flush against Baekhyun's. "You're being such a good toy letting me take you in your sleep. Now go back to sleep so I can enjoy myself."
Had Baekhyun's dick been out of the cage, he knows it would have twitched. He's turned on beyond words, and he wants Chanyeol to destroy him. He wants Chanyeol to make it so there isn't a day where Baekhyun isn't reminded of the fact that he's his posession.
When Baekhyun's arms lay still beside his own head, Chanyeol coos, resuming his thrusts from where he's lying sideways behind Baekhyun. "Good toy. Now back to sleep."
Because it was Baekhyun's idea, because he's so fucking turned on, he can't sleep. It's an order and he's the best at following Chanyeol's orders, but there's no way he can sleep now that he knows Chanyeol has been using him in his sleep.
He's just too damn aroused for that. It doesn't even matter that Chanyeol probably won't let him come tonight. The knowledge that Chanyeol used his body while he wasn't conscious burns something deep within him, something too profound to pretend it isn't there and to go back to sleep.
Chanyeol senses it quickly. It amazes Baekhyun just how attuned Chanyeol is to his body, to his mind, to his everything.
"You wanna know what I did while you were asleep?" Chanyeol whispers, a hand sneaking between Baekhyun's legs to cup his caged dick. "I took your sweatpants and your shirt off, caged your cute little dick and got behind you." He begins, his fist entirely closed around Baekhyun's sex. When Baekhyun's breathing picks up, Chanyeol, in absolute contrast with his actions, drops a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Chanyeol seems to be saying 'I know' while Baekhyun pants. 'I know how much you like this. I know, baby.' And Baekhyun can almost hear it- almost imagine it from all the times they'd been intimate together. When Baekhyun gets overwhelmed, too into it, Chanyeol knows he's got him right where he wants him.
"Your little hole was so tight and I didn't wanna break my precious toy so I fingered you." Chanyeol continues, kissing Baekhyun's shoulder this time. "You took four fingers in your beautiful hole tonight for me. I went gently, didn't wanna wake you up." For a moment, Baekhyun remembers that they hadn't done penetration before they went to sleep. "You slept so soundly, Baekhyun-ah. You had no idea what I was doing to you. You took my fingers like a slut."
Baekhyun needs to touch him. He can't stand it anymore- he needs to put his hand on Chanyeol's arm so he does. This time, Chanyeol doesn't push him away.
"Was I a good toy?"
"The best." Is Chanyeol's instant reply. "My beautiful ragdoll. You couldn't be more perfect even if you tried- at least that's what I thought. But then I filled your fuckhole with my cock and my god, what a perfect toy you were."
This time, Chanyeol's mouth is at Baekhyun's neck. He's somewhere between leaving a wet open kiss and a hickey when his words make Baekhyun tear up. "My property." He says, leaving a kiss right behind Baekhyun's ear. "Mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to love. All mine."
Baekhyun's sniffles must have been heard because one moment Chanyeol is behind him, deep inside his loosened up hole, and the next he's above him, parting Baekhyun's legs to make himself a space between them. He redirects his dripping erection right where Baekhyun wants it, back inside his body, and slams it in with the strength of someone who has been holding back for the sake of leaving Baekhyun asleep.
The sound that leaves Baekhyun's mouth has his face flushing a deeper shade of red. It doesn't stop Chanyeol from folding his legs in half, holding them against his chest, and slamming himself home with each movement of his hips. When Baekhyun's thrashing under him, begging him to come closer, Chanyeol is all too happy to comply, letting go of his legs to drape all over him, his arms caging Baekhyun's head under him. There's nothing more Baekhyun wants right now than to touch him, to reach out, but he's being a toy right now and toys don't initiate anything.
He wants so badly it makes him tear up again, the trail of tears on his cheeks not yet dried up from the last time he cried.
The look on Chanyeol's face is fond, even if he's drilling deep and hard inside Baekhyun's fuckhole. He looks like he's about to tell him he loves him. Oh, he's going to. Baekhyun knows that expression. He's going to cry again.
"I love you."
Fresh tears make their way down Baekhyun's cheeks.
"Put your arms around my neck, sweetheart."
Baekhyun complies and reaches for him, unable to contain himself anymore. He's about to ask for a kiss, but Chanyeol knows.
(How would he not, when he's learned to play Baekhyun's body for years? When he knows exactly what Baekhyun needs, when he needs it, how he needs it?)
Before he can ask for it, there's a mouth pressing against his, a tongue asking for entrance, and Chanyeol starts kissing him like he's been craving it all night. His tongue licks at Baekhyun's lips, plays with Baekhyun's own tongue and nips at his lips until Baekhyun responds back to the kiss, pulling Chanyeol's weight harder onto him.
(It shouldn't surprise Baekhyun. Not with how often they've done it, not with how Chanyeol can read him like an open book. But it still does.)
The moment he thinks of wrapping his legs around his boyfriend's waist is the moment Chanyeol breaks the kiss. "Keep your legs spread." He says, like he knows Baekhyun was about to wrap around him like a koala. "I love looking down to where you're taking me."
So Baekhyun doesn't, but his need to be glued to Chanyeol doesn't diminish. He pulls him down with the arms winded around Chanyeol's neck, kisses him as hard as he's being kissed and whines into his mouth like the whore Chanyeol says he is.
His boyfriend's pace slows regularly, and true to his word, his eyes are glued to where they're connected, where Baekhyun is taking him. When Chanyeol looks at his face again, his face is fond. He looks like when they're not having nasty, filthy, disrespectful sex. He looks like he does when he tells Baekhyun he loves him- when they fall asleep tangled, late nights where Chanyeol wears his heart on his sleeve and pours it all out.
He looks like that when Baekhyun surprises him at work. He looks like that when they're watching a movie and Baekhyun says something funny (funny according to Chanyeol who's enamoured with him, sometimes silly according to Baekhyun). He looks like that when he's talking about Baekhyun to anyone. Come to think of it, he always looks like that.
And no amount of nasty, filthy sex will change that.
Baekhyun is his property in all senses of the word.
Chanyeol then smiles, cupping Baekhyun's cheek. "I want you to know that I don't take this for granted."
Baekhyun knows him too, he realises. He knows when Chanyeol is about to laugh at one of Baekhyun's silly jokes. When he has to profess his love or else he'll implode with it. When he's horny and he needs Baekhyun on all fours as soon as possible. When he's in a mood to hold Baekhyun against his chest and not say a word.
Baekhyun knows all of Chanyeol's faces, he comes to realise. And he loves him. Inside out. Loves being owned by him. Loves being his whore and the love of his life. Loves being owned as much as he loves that Chanyeol is the one owning him.
"The trust you've put in me, what you allowed me to do with you tonight." Chanyeol continues, and Baekhyun picks up at the emotion in his voice. "I don't take it for granted, my love."
Baekhyun too, as he struggles to speak, finds that he's choked out. "There's only you." He whispers, reaching out to cradle Chanyeol's face. "There's no one else I would ever allow to do this to me. Only you."
Chanyeol breaks out of character, nuzzling his face into Baekhyun's cheek, and Baekhyun holds him there. "I trust you." He repeats, like his boyfriend hasn't heard it a thousand times already. "I trust you. I know my body and heart are safe with you- I know I don't have to worry if it's you. There's no need to thank me."
When Chanyeol leans down to peck his lips, Baekhyun feels him starting to move inside his cunt, slowly, as if they have all the time in the world. "Again, Baekhyun. I appreciate it. I don't take it for granted. You're my whore and my toy and everything to me, but there's a difference between that and giving me a green card to do as I please while you sleep." He leaves another peck against Baekhyun's breathless mouth. "I love you so damn much. I need you to know that- to know that I enjoyed this so much. I need you to know that you're as much my toy than you are the love of my life. I-" This time, Baekhyun sees tears reflecting his in Chanyeol's eyes. "You mean the world to me. Your trust in me, your feelings for me, they mean the absolute world to me. I love you."
Baekhyun brings him down to lock their mouths together. "I love you too." He breathes against Chanyeol's mouth. "I want you so much- I want you to own everything about me. Inside out- I want people to look at us and know there won't ever be anyone for me but you. I- I need you more than I need anything. My... my trust in you." Baekhyun chokes, crying softly as Chanyeol's hand catches his tears. "It's been earned, Chanyeol. I haven't given any of that out with no thought. I love you and I- I trust you with my life. I want you to know that. I've never felt like that and sometimes I feel crazy when I think about how much I want you. And it's not- it's not just a sexual thing. I want you to want me too. I want you to want me in your life."
Chanyeol's own tears drip from his eyes directly onto Baekhyun's face. "Oh, baby. But I do. You have to know that. I do, more than anything."
Baekhyun knows. He nods. Chanyeol also seems to know. They both know.
This time, Baekhyun wraps his legs around Chanyeol's waist and Chanyeol doesn't stop him, too choked up with his own emotions, with Baekhyun's, and their mouth meeting. His thrusts are gentle, slow, and he makes sweet, sweet love to Baekhyun as they continue kissing, unhurried.
Baekhyun picks up on it before Chanyeol begins being close, and only remembers Chanyeol put a cock cage on him as Chanyeol's expert hands take it off of Baekhyun, jerking him off in tandem with his thrusts, in tandem with the tongue he's got shoved down in Baekhyun's mouth.
It's so good and Baekhyun doesn't want it to end. It's so good and he wouldn't have even minded it had Chanyeol left it on and denied him of an orgasm.
But Chanyeol is a generous lover, so he works Baekhyun with his palm until Baekhyun's coming all over himself, his hole pulsating, tightening around Chanyeol's length until Chanyeol is flooding his walls in thick, warm cum.
-
Baekhyun comes down from the scene with Chanyeol's weight on top of him, caging him perfectly on clean new sheets after his boyfriend made sure to clean them both of cum stains.
They're both still naked, their genitals pressed together, but with no heat to it this time.
Baekhyun feels a little out of his head, but Chanyeol repeats that it's normal, that he's here, and that Chanyeol's got him. He sometimes feels like that after an intensive play time with Chanyeol, and he knows it happens, he knows how it is, and yet, every time it does happen, he feels like he's a little out of his body.
Which is why it's so nice to have Chanyeol, tall, broad, muscles over muscles, still warm and flushed from sexing Baekhyun up, pressing all his delicious weight against Baekhyun, as to have him pressed against the mattress.
Time flows and it takes Baekhyun a little while to be able to talk. Chanyeol plays with his hair, kisses his face, and lies against him until Baekhyun manages to loop his arms around his boyfriend's neck, trying to pull him down, as if they're not already flushed together.
Chanyeol, like always, indulges him. It makes their dicks rug against each other, but it doesn't matter. Baekhyun wants to fall asleep like that- with Chanyeol pressing him into the mattress.
"No, none of that. We have to get some food and water inside you first."
So Baekhyun lets him do that, let's Chanyeol hand-feed him and make him drink water. Baekhyun has the audacity to whine about having to brush his teeth again before sleep, but Chanyeol manages to get him to do it with some tough loving (a little slap on his cute little butt).
When they're back in bed, Baekhyun doesn't get dressed again. Chanyeol takes the hint, lying next to him, equally naked, and wraps all around Baekhyun.
A warm, naked Chanyeol isn't only good for when Baekhyun is horny. It's perfect for when Baekhyun wants to come down from it, feel bare skin against his, wrapped all around him, owning him.
"How are you feeling?"
"So good." Baekhyun sighs, pushing back until he's entirely flush against Chanyeol's body. "What about you? Was it nice for you too?"
"So nice, baby. You were so good for me. Maybe a little too good because how am I supposed to resist taking you every night when you're asleep?"
"Why would you resist it?"
"Don't wanna tire you out."
"Please do." Baekhyun giggles. "It's all yours to take. Anytime, anywhere, however you want it. I mean it."
"Well then..." Chanyeol whispers, trailing his fingers until they reach Baekhyun's sloppy cunt. "I guess I'll make good use of my gorgeous little toy as I please."
Baekhyun falls asleep as Chanyeol is speaking sweet nonsense in his ears, too tired to comprehend any of it, but he does hear Chanyeol's profession of love, falling asleep before he can tell him he loves him too.
-
Three days later, Baekhyun wakes up in the morning to a strange sensation. Chanyeol isn't there, having left earlier for work today, and as Baekhyun sits up, the soreness in his back tells him everything he needs to know.
He shouldn't be sore. They haven't had penetrative sex in a while due to Chanyeol being at work while Baekhyun is at home and Baekhyun being at uni while Chanyeol is home.
His suspicions are confirmed when he finds warm cum leaking from his hole. His dick twitches so quickly it's almost funny. As he turns around, he finds a sticky note glued to the mattress, cum stains on it, as it must have been left near Baekhyun's ass.
'You made a beautiful toy last night. I came in you 3 times. If you wake up on time, my cum should feel still warm inside you. This was a little before my shower, so should be fresh and dripping from your gorgeous fuckhole.
I expect you to be naked, on your hands and knees, your hole facing the door, when I get home.
You're probably hard already just from reading the note. Since you made such a beautiful toy out of yourself last night, I'll allow you to get off. I picked the dildo myself, it's on the nightstand. You can fuck yourself with it but you won't touch your dick. Hands free, my little whore.
Love you,
Chanyeol.'
Baekhyun's hands are shaking by the end of the note. He's hard, flushed, and every time he remembers that Chanyeol used him
and came in him 3 times last night, his cheeks flush harder.
He follows the orders. With his legs spread on the bed, Baekhyun grabs the tentacle dildo Chanyeol left him, and, not even needing lube, Chanyeol's fresh cum doing the job, Baekhyun pushes it inside with little difficulty, having already been stretched on Chanyeol's dick.
He can't wait until the day is over and Chanyeol is back home.
He can't wait to be on his hands and knees for Chanyeol to use as he pleases.
For now, the toy, Chanyeol's cum deep inside him and the sticky note will do.