Summary: His favorite part of Valentine's Day is the confidence it gives him so professions of love and whispers of sweet nothings can easily roll off of his tongue. He likes those because they help put Chanyeol in the mood for a night of snuggling between sweet kisses and more heated ones that have the potential to escalate further, but usually don't. This Valentine's Day, though, they do.
Ever since he's started going steady with Chanyeol, Suho's loved Valentine's day. He loves the chocolates, the flowers, the colorful baked goods -- all of it. There isn't one aspect of the holiday that Suho doesn't find himself totally enthusiastic about. The pinkish glow of Valentine's day is highly admirable in Suho's eyes, so the least he can do to show his love for the holiday is to favor select aspects of it over others.
His absolute favorite part of Valentine's Day is definitely the boost of confidence it gives him so professions of love and whispers of sweet nothings can easily roll off of his tongue. He especially likes those because they help put Chanyeol in the mood for a night of endless snuggling between sweet kisses and more heated ones that have the potential to escalate further, although they usually don't.
This Valentine's Day, though, they do.
Tonight, Suho's on his knees in front of Chanyeol in the bathroom, the rapper's cock filling his mouth as Chanyeol holds his bangs away from his face. His lips are stretched prettily around the skin, and even though the white, frilly pair of panties that cups his pert ass is a little too tight around the thighs, Suho feels good. He's showing Chanyeol just how much he's loved and that is exactly what Suho loves doing, especially on Valentine's Day.
The way Suho's heavily-lined eyes leer up at Chanyeol's face while he sucks is absolutely beautiful and Chanyeol can't help but to smile softly between moans at his boyfriend. He's always loved the way Suho dolls himself up on special holidays, hair gently curled and skin softened underneath a layer of baby powder, just so Chanyeol's as pleased as he can be with his day. Suho's very good at making Chanyeol feel appreciated, and the lacy garter digging into his supple thigh is definitely an added visual bonus.
When Suho starts willingly gagging himself on Chanyeol's erection, Chanyeol's knees buckling at the wet, dirty noises his boyfriend's mouth is making as Suho's nose barely tickles his pubic bone, Suho brings one of his pale hands up and wraps it around the base of Chanyeol's cock to cover what's too difficult for his mouth to. The way his fingers struggle to fit all the way around the engorged base is arousing to Chanyeol. Suho's so little compared to the rapper, so fragile and petite, and Chanyeol thinks having a tiny partner like Suho all wrapped up in lingerie and sucking his dick is perfect.
Suho pulls off of Chanyeol's erection to catch his breath after a few more deep sucks, pupils blown and lips glistening under saliva and precum, dark eyes trained with childlike amusement on the rapper's angry cock. The salacious glance he casts up at Chanyeol when his lips wrap eagerly around the head is enough to send Chanyeol flying over the edge.
Chanyeol's cum pours out over the planes of Suho's angelic face, hugging the curves of his cheeks and tracing the dip between his lips. Suho's tongue pokes out to collect the cum from the corners of his mouth, but Chanyeol's still in the middle of his orgasm. In one final, powerful wave of pleasure, the rapper's semen catches in Suho's eyelashes. The contrast of the white of Chanyeol's essence against the black of Suho's eyelashes is pretty, the rapper thinks.
Suho's fist doesn't stop moving along Chanyeol's shaft until Chanyeol pulls it off. Legs weak, he kneels down on the floor next to his boyfriend and slumps against his shoulder, tracing the garter around Suho's thigh with his long index finger. Suho laves Chanyeol's face with butterfly kisses and their hands fine each other's, fingers interlocking. The adoration that radiates between the two is almost tangible.
"Suho," Chanyeol breathes when there's enough air filling his lungs to speak. "I love you."
And even though it's not much -- the three-word phrase is almost a cliche by today's standards -- Suho really feels the truth behind the profession deep inside his chest. It makes his heart ache but not in a painful way, and Suho knows then that he wants to make love to Chanyeol tonight for hours on end, until the sun peeks over the horizon and paints the sky blue.
Just like what he's read in cheesy romance novels that have that same distinctive pinkish glow as his favorite holiday, Valentine's Day.
Summary: Times like these are when Chanyeol throws away his suspicions and settles on the idea Suho really is an angel. A coconut-scented angel.
It's early, probably about eight, when Chanyeol wakes up to a small, warm hand tugging gently on his dick and a nose full of the coconut-scented shampoo Suho uses every night in the shower. His half-asleep arm is tucked underneath Suho's head, the red-brown locks tickling his skin, and Chanyeol wants to move it but the way Suho's hand is working his shaft makes everything else of Chanyeol's stop working.
Chanyeol's tired, and he kind of slightly doesn't want to do this right now, but Suho's always been very good at getting what he wants.
"Chanyeol, please."
Even though it's barely a breath of a whisper, Chanyeol complies anyway because he decides he really can't say no to Suho when they're already naked underneath the sheets, Suho's back pressed flush into Chanyeol's front. Suho's really beautiful right now, skin glowing in the morning light underneath a previous round of sex and eyeliner smudged messily around his eyes just like Chanyeol likes it.
Chanyeol's cold fingers skitter over the inside of Suho's thigh before lifting it, the freezing air that's flooding in from the open window sending a wave of chills down Suho's spine. He shudders when Chanyeol pushes inside, partly because Chanyeol fits him so well and partly it feels nice to be full again after last night and partly because wow, it really is cold.
Chanyeol drags a few wet kisses over the back of Suho's neck before he starts moving his hips and Suho moans because Chanyeol feels so good inside him like that. He'll never be able to get enough of the way Chanyeol stretches him so pleasantly no matter how thoroughly he's been prepared.
Lucky for Suho, Chanyeol feels the same.
It's lazy sex; everything from the rhythmic rocking of Chanyeol's hips into Suho's heat down to the way Suho's fingers curl around the sheets is slow and deliberate, but it still feels incredible. Suho lets out little gasps every time Chanyeol brushes against his sweet spot and Chanyeol wishes he could see the look on Suho's face, but the way his head tosses back and forth on Chanyeol's arm is enough for Chanyeol to know Suho's really enjoying this.
As they near their climaxes, bodies beginning to tremble and hips beginning to falter, Suho remembers why he's so addicted to Chanyeol's sex. Chnayeol has a unique way of making Suho feel absolutely beautiful when they lie like this, and Suho loves it. Maybe it's the way Chanyeol nuzzles Suho's hair or maybe it's the way Chanyeol presses tender kisses to his ear between each thrust that makes Suho blush like a virgin. He'll never know for sure, but whatever it is, Suho adores Chanyeol for it.
Suho arcs away from Chanyeol when he comes, his fingernails digging into the sheets and Chanyeol's name spilling from his pink lips over and over and over again. His eyelashes are fluttering against his cheeks as his orgasm pulses through his veins and Chanyeol takes his hand, linking their fingers together. Suho likes it when Chanyeol holds his hand as he comes. It makes him feel loved like he's never felt before.
A few languid rolls more of Chanyeol's hips into Suho's core and Chanyeol's coming, too, his teeth clenched and his brow furrowed. Groaning out Suho's name, he presses his lips to the back of Suho's neck and holds them there as his thrusts slow gradually to a stop. Suho can feel Chanyeol's come dripping down his thighs and he lets out a deep sigh because it feels good and he finds himself wishing this moment of post-coital bliss could last forever.
When Suho turns in Chanyeol's arms to snuggle into his chest, Chanyeol plants a kiss to his heart-shaped lips because he's glowing twice as bright now and Chanyeol thinks it's absolutely gorgeous. Suho's practically an angel.
Because Chanyeol's arms are warm and gentle, Suho falls asleep quickly to the steady beat of Chanyeol's heart. It's a different kind of rhythm than Chanyeol's thrusts, but it's just as endearing, if not more. Chanyeol's happy to stay awake a while longer. This way, he can admire Suho's naked and glistening frame in the sunlight without being thrown incredulous glances.
Times like these are when Chanyeol throws away his suspicions and settles on the idea Suho really is an angel.
When you find a person who ships SuYeol with you And you just feel this insanely deep connection to them even though you've never really talked What the fuck does it matter I love you anyway Cause you know SuYeol
