Ship/Member: Chan/Soonyoung, implied Chan/others (?)
Major Tags: nsfw
Additional Tags: ghosts around the outline of the breeding kink elephant in the room
Permission to remix: Yes

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The night hadn’t started out with this in mind, he was sure of it. Each teasing brush of fingers, coy flicker of eyes, building up little by little. Subtly layered until the air had grown thick enough to bring them here.

The air conditioning had long clicked off inside the room, but the thermostat is an afterthought buried under the fading puff of cologne in his nose, the hot slide of skin against skin after tight pants were peeled off and shed carelessly in one corner.

That was hours ago.

Now his hand is pressing Chan’s back against his chest as he rolls his hips upwards, lazily chasing the newest swell of pleasure through to its completion. A glance over Chan’s shoulder gives him a good view of the half-length mirror on the wardrobe door, just enough of their legs and torsos captured to allow him to appreciate the view and kick the tempo just a little higher. It changes the rhythm of Chan’s moans a little, too, and he presses a wet kiss against the side of his neck.

“Just a little more,” Soonyoung promises, braces further against the headboard to grind harder, deeper.

This time, when he comes it’s with a slow exhale—the growing wave gently breaking against the shore. They both still for six heartbeats, eight, panting together into the silence. And then Chan squirms in his embrace and Soonyoung lets him loose not-quite carelessly, to fall back onto reddened forearms further down on the bed. Red splotches are blooming on patchworked thighs, and his eyes covetously trace over the glistening streaks overlaying them all.

“Ah, hold on Chan,” he says hastily, reaching out to manoeuvre him onto his back. He moves easily enough, only a mumbled complaint underpinning the way he allows Soonyoung to arrange his limbs as he likes; legs parted, hips braced just enough to slip a pillow underneath them and prop his abdomen up in the air. One forearm moves to shield squinted eyes from the ceiling lights as he rests, relaxed under the heat of Soonyoung’s gaze.

The peace is broken by the unmistakable sound of Soonyoung’s camera shutter, sounding out in stuttered bursts.

“Hey.” Chan cranes his head up to glare, already sounding remarkably coherent.

“Sorry,” Soonyoung responds, watching through his phone screen as he gently pats a mostly-dry spot on Chan’s stomach. He can’t resist shifting his hand to press down just a little, lenses drifting downwards to watch a small white globule escape in response. “Just gotta show everyone how well you’ve been filled tonight.”

With enough evidence captured, Soonyoung hums happily as he flops down to one side and opens up a particularly promising shot, already carefully cropping it so that one-and-a-half bruises just peek into frame on Chan’s thighs—ensuring that the cum messily leaking from his hole stays centre of the composition. That gets sent straight to the groupchat alongside a suitably smug emoji, and he hastily closes out of the app when a typing bubble immediately pops up in response.
Message notifications had been muted all day—for good reason—and he hastily tosses his phone aside before he gets too engrossed in riling the others up even more.

Next to him, Chan wriggles off the pillow and carelessly kicks it back towards the top of the bed, newly dampened with an abstract imprint of bodily fluids. Now he can more comfortably press the lines of their bodies together, one arm gingerly thrown over Soonyoung—just enough space left between their torsos for air to sluggishly move between them.

“Think you’ll be up for another round, lying down?” Chan asks, canting his hips in suggestion against Soonyoung’s for just a moment. Even in his exhaustion, Soonyoung feels his dick give a pavlovian twitch of interest.

“...Nap first,” he bargains, more for the sake of his flagging energy levels than anything else. The heat seems to only be making Chan more insatiable.

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Sorry that this is my first fill, Chan/Any + Juno looped ten times held me hostage.