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Christopher isn’t dumb. He immediately notices when Felix starts his game. Giving him the smallest bursts of attention, just to seconds later go and cling onto Jisung and have tickle fights.
At first, he tries to ignore it, really tries to not let his jealousy get the best of him. He doesn’t want to give the younger one the satisfaction.
But the longer it goes on, the harder it is for him to control himself. And being at a fansign like this is not favorable.
While they perform for the fans Felix and Jisung are really in a little twin line bubble, and Christopher can feel his hands twitch. And then at the second bridge Felix gets unnecessarily bold, licking his lips suggestively at Christopher, and his piercing gaze makes Christopher suck in a sharp breath. Fucking hell. He forces himself to not jump Felix in this very second, he has to keep his composure at least until the fansign is over.
He feels Felix’s eyes on him, and Christopher knows he is expecting something. He is such a little brat , and Christopher can’t wait until they’re alone.
After what feels like forever, they’re finally squished up in the van, Felix in his lap because he has decided to join Christopher to the dorm he shares with Jisung, Changbin and Hyunjin instead of his own. He wiggles his ass against Christopher’s groin while looking seemingly unaffected as he continues to banter with Jisung.
“If you’re not ready for the consequences of this little game you’re playing, I suggest you stop. I won’t hold back. You’re driving me absolutely insane.” Christopher hisses under his breath against Felix’s neck, quiet enough so none of the others can hear.
Felix locks eyes with him, and there is a challenging glint in his gaze.
“I dare you.” he whispers back.
That is it, that is the last straw.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, baby.”
Christopher puts his hand on Felix’s thigh, and squeezes so hard the other has to cover up his whimper with a cough, just as the van comes to a stop. The younger quickly climbs out to escape the other member’s piercing gazes.
They get inside and Jisung throws himself on the couch with a loud groan.
“Finally I can sit down!”
“You’ve been sitting down for the past thirty minutes in the car..?” Hyunjin huffs, and Jisung rolls his eyes.
“That does not count. It only counts when it’s the couch.”
Felix sits down next to Jisung, and Christopher sees the beginning of his best puppy eyes from a mile away.
“Guuyyyyssss…” he whines, feigning innocence. “Caaaan you get food for us? I want sushi from that place, you know my favorite place?”
Changbin looks at him like he is crazy.
“But we have tons of food left from Minho-hyung’s-”
“But I really have cravings for sushi!” Felix interrupts him, a big pout decorating his features.
“That place is like on the other side of Seoul. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Hyunjin tries to negotiate. Felix shakes his head vigorously. Christpher can’t help but smile, Felix really is trying hard to get them some alone time. And knowing his stubbornness, he will probably succeed in persuading them to get him the sushi.
“NO!” he wails loudly. “I want that sushi now. Tonight!”
“Why-” Changbin starts, but is once again cut off.
“I NEED SUSHI!”
“Hyungs, let’s get him his god damn sushi. Otherwise we will hear him complain all night.” Jisung pipes up, trying to be heard over Felix’s yelps which are increasing in volume by the second.
“ Fine , jeez. You big, silly baby. We will get your stupid food!” Hyunjin finally caves. “Can I at least take a showe-”
“SUSHI!” Felix shouts, the pout still on full display, and Christopher has to stop himself from laughing out loud.
“Okay, okay! Just please , stop whining! Come on, let’s go!”
Changbin motions for everybody to get to the van, while Hyunjin calls their manager to ask if he can drive them.
“I’m so tired though, I need to rest.” Felix says quietly, touching his index fingers in mock innocence.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Changbin sounds like he is about to slaughter someone. “You mean to tell me the four of us, who didn’t ask for this specific sushi, mind you, will travel to the other side of the world, just to get you your precious sushi?”
“I need company. Channie-hyung will stay with me, please?”
Christopher, who has just been observing with a faint smile on his face, suddenly realizes that everybody is staring at him.
“Yah, please just help me out here. I can’t stand listening to his weeping all night!” Christopher tries, and Changbin’s eye twitches.
“Fine! I can’t believe we’re letting him get away with this behaviour. It’s all your fault, you’re supposed to be the voice of reason here!” Changbin mutters and glares pointedly at Christopher. “Let’s go before he finds another thing to whine about.”
The three of them put their jackets and shoes on, and before they leave, Changbin stops in the doorway.
“You owe me, big time.” he wheezes, and then they’re gone.
Game on.
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The door clicks, indicating the automatic lock is activated. And within the blink of an eye Felix is pushed back on the couch with so much force he almost faints. Christopher follows and both his hands are on the sides of Felix’s neck, keeping him at a slight distance while he hovers over the younger’s face.
“Fucking finally, I was afraid they wouldn’t buy your little trick.” the older breathes.
“Is that all you got, hyung? I’m not made of glass. I-” Felix starts to tease but is unable to finish because before he can react he is thrown over Christopher’s shoulder, like he weighs nothing. He immediately starts squirming to make the task harder for the other male, but the grip Christopher has on him is impossible to get out of.
“ You , young man, need to learn your place.” Christopher growls lowly, and smacks Felix’s ass harshly. The sudden burst of pain draws a yelp from Felix’s lips, and he hears Christopher snicker with mirth.
Within seconds they have reached Christopher’s room, and he locks the door before striding towards his bed. With surprising care he puts Felix down at the edge of the bed. Then he kneels in front of him, a sincere expression on his face.
“Promise me you tell me whenever something feels wrong or scary. And I will stop immediately. Okay, baby?”
Felix shivers slightly, he loves Christopher when he is absolutely feral, but his soft heart is what makes him fall in love with him. He nods quickly.
“Of course, hyung.”
And just like that, the softness in the older’s eyes is switched to a boiling lust, making Felix’s stomach turn in anticipation.
“Take your shirt off.” he orders and Felix complies as fast as he possibly can. Once topless, he stares at his hyung, waiting for the next command.
“Lie down.”
Felix scrambles backwards to lie flat on his back, breath uneven and fast. Christopher follows, hovering on top of him to not crush him under his broader frame, and kisses him. It makes Felix’s heart hurt with want, everything inside him is evaporating, he feels so hot from the inside out.
The kiss is sloppy and Felix feels like he is being devoured. And he suddenly feels himself craving the disgusting things he has never liked before. Like the saliva he feels trickling down his cheeks and then falling into his hair, the squelching noises that fills the room, the way a thin layer of sweat is already forming all over his body, quickly cooling his burning skin and leaving goosebumps all over his exposed torso and arms in its wake.
“M-mark me up. Anywhere is fine.” he manages to whisper between kisses, and Christopher complies immediately. He roams all over Felix’s neck, swirling his tongue around, then down to his chest, biting teasingly at his nipples. Felix stifles a moan, and Christopher looks up, an eyebrow cocked and looking very unimpressed.
“If you try to be quiet one more time, I won’t finish what we started.” he scolds him lovingly, but there is a harsh edge to it. Felix shakes his head.
“Please. It won’t happen again.” he quickly assures the older man. “Please, continue.”
“That’s my good boy.”
The praise shoots straight to his dick, which is almost fully hard just from the slight teasing and kisses. He would be embarrassed but he is so deep down this rabbit hole of emotions that he can’t find it in himself to care.
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Christopher lets his hands touch every inch of Felix’s smooth belly, almost choking on air because of how much he wants this man beneath him. He continues to bite Felix’s nipples, alternating with licking to soothe the pain.
The younger’s soft breaths begin to increase in volume with every bite, and when Christopher follows the curve of Felix’s belly towards his jeans, they have almost become small moans. Christopher relishes the feeling of being able to make Felix feel good, it triggers a new kind of possessiveness within him.
When he finally reaches the hem of the younger’s jeans, he can see the throbbing erection just underneath the fabric, and he can’t stop the groan that escapes his throat.
“You’re already so hard for me, baby. And we have just begun. Can’t wait to ruin you.”
Felix whines, bucking his hips up, seemingly desperate for friction.
“Touch me, please, touch me.”
And who is Christopher to deny him when he begs so prettily?
He unzips the fly and pulls down both the jeans and boxers in one go, his patience nowhere to be found at the moment. Felix’s hips stutter again, and Christopher is mesmerized. The sight before him is breathtaking.
Felix lies splayed out, hands gripping the sheets, his torso shiny from saliva and sweat. All over his chest blooms small, red bite marks. His dick rests heavy on his lower abdomen, pulsating and in need of attention, the tip a flushed pink and a drizzle of precum is pooling beneath it.
And if someone could have a perfect physique, it would be Felix. Christopher knows the younger isn’t fully pleased with what he’s got, ever so often complaining about his height or his small hands or that he is too chubby and in need of a diet, or just nitpicking in general as one does when under the scrutinizing gazes of fansites and labels.
Christopher must have been lost in his admiring for a bit too long, because suddenly he is kicked by a pouting Felix, peeking at him through his lashes.
“What?” the younger asks, looking petulant.
“I just- I had to take a moment. You’re absolutely perfect. I already knew that, but I- I had to take it all in properly.” Christopher answers truthfully. Because seeing him like this, unfiltered and raw and imperfect, might be the most perfect Christopher has ever seen him.
Felix rolls his eyes to cover up the blush that is spreading like wildfire.
“Uh, you sappy romantic!” he howls, hiding his face in his hands.
“Would you rather I ruin you without admiring you first?” Christopher teases. Felix looks through his fingers, and shakes his head.
“No…” he whispers. “Please, do what you see fit.”
“Good boy.” Christopher croons. Having Felix so pliant really is rare, and he would lie if he said it didn’t feed his ego. “Now, would you help me get you out of these jeans?”
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With trembling hands, Felix reaches for the hem of his jeans and boxers and tugs them off. He feels exposed, and had it been anybody else seeing him he would want to cover up. But the way Christopher eyes him up like he is a helpless prey makes his insides churn with excitement.
“I- I prepped a- a little be-before we left fo-for the fansign, hyung.” he stutters, hoping the older won’t mind. Christopher moans at his words, and dives in to kiss him deeply.
“You’re such a bad boy, you know that?”
“Admit it, you love the thought of me stretching myself with you in mind.” Felix retorts, feeling less shy because of the way Christopher reacts to his confession.
“Oh, you know I do. I’m jealous of those pretty fingers being where I’ve wanted to be for so long.”
And without warning, Felix feels Christopher firmly grip around him, giving him a quick, unsatisfying pump. Felix yelps, and Christopher holds his other hand to his face, palm up.
“Spit.” he orders, his voice low and harsh. Felix opens his mouth, letting gravity deposit a dollop of saliva in the other’s hand. But Christopher doesn’t look happy.
“I said spit .”
The way he says it makes Felix almost choke on his saliva instead of spitting it out. He feels so small and dominated, and he loves it. Once again surprised by his willingness to do things he usually doesn’t appreciate, he gathers saliva on his tongue, before he opens his mouth and spits right in the open palm under his chin.
“Good boy.”
He preens at the praise, his dick twitching in anticipation. While maintaining eye contact, Christopher dribbles the fluid at the tip of Felix’s cock, before starting to jerk him off at a steady pace. Felix’s head falls back, and he moans out loud. The feeling of Christopher’s hands jacking him off instead of his own is so much better than anything he ever had been able to provide by himself, and he never wants to do it alone ever again.
“Fuck, hyung. You- your hands feel so go-od…” he blabbers. “M-more.”
The second he says that, he feels a finger gently massaging his entrance, warming him up. He sucks in a breath, feeling so ready already. The excess saliva that has run down the underside of his cock provides a temporary lube, making the tip of Christopher’s finger easily slide over the entrance.
And just as Christopher harshly pushes two fingers inside of Felix, he swallows around his dick, taking him all the way in at the same time his fingers bottom out to his knuckles. Felix shouts, overwhelmed and completely taken by surprise.
“Fuck, Chris, fuck yes!”
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The salty taste of precum combined with the way Felix’s cock is throbbing in his mouth and how his asshole sucks his fingers inside of him makes Christopher dizzy. Shit, he is so turned on and it just keeps getting better. He moans around the younger, which elicits a string of high pitched moans.
“Ah, yes, just- fuck , right there-”
He tries to set a steady pace with both his mouth and his fingers. It’s almost impossible, he can barely focus on breathing right now. But the way his name spills from the younger’s lips keeps him going, knowing he has found the sweet spot.
Felix grabs his hair, and he pulls so hard Christopher is scared he might go bald. But it would be worth it, honestly.
“Chris, I’m gon- fuck- Channie, sto-” Felix quickly rambles but that is all the warning Christopher gets before he feels the warm liquid slide down his throat. Felix is trembling when Christopher pulls off with a pop.
“Chris, shit I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t- fuck I’m so sorry-” he hears Felix whimper, hiding his face in his hands. Christopher shakes his head and quickly shuffles up to be face to face. And then he sees the tears, trailing down the younger’s flushed cheeks, dripping down into the damp blanket underneath his head. He panicks.
“No, no baby. Please don’t cry, shhhh, sweet angel. Don’t cry.” he coos softly, petting his hair and cradling his face in his hands, slowly peeling away Felix’s own hands to look at him.
“I couldn’t hel- oh god, I’m sorry. I don’t know why- forgive me please, hyung!” Felix hiccups, fresh tears spilling over the edge.
“Baby, listen to me. I’m not angry. I am truly so fucking happy I made you feel so good. Don’t ever apologize for spoiling me with your pleasure, okay?”
Felix blinks up at him, sniffling. And then his eyes turn into crescent moons as his lips curve into a smile. Christopher continues to cuddle him, trying to ignore his own insane boner, desperate to escape its restraint. He lets Felix take his time to calm down, not wanting to push him.
Soon enough he feels soft nibbles on his neck, nudging him back to reality.
“I want you to fuck me.” the younger says after a few beats of silence. The teasing glint is back in his eyes. Felix has never been one to dwell on sadness, and knowing that makes Christopher feel assured enough to let his arousal back into his veins.
He feels Felix’s abs flexing just so against his erection, creating a small wave of pleasure.
“There is lube in the drawer, please prep yourself while I get out of this clothing prison.” he orders.
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Felix settles back against the covers once the lube is fetched, and pours a generous amount in his hand. He has to admit it is a bit hard to focus on himself when there is a whole ass model undressing in front of him, but he is doing his best.
Circling his entrance with the clear liquid, smearing it everywhere outside and inside, he watches how piece after piece of clothing falls to the floor and drinks in the male in front of him once he is fully exposed. The way the streetlights hit Christopher’s toned body makes Felix’s knees weak. Every curve is so smooth, it looks like it has been carved out. The skin is pulled taut over the muscles on his arms, chest and thighs. His whole body is a tiny bit damp, making him glow, almost ethereal, in the middle of the room.
“Fuck, you’re so-” he breathes, two fingers deep and already wrecked. Christopher looks slightly embarrassed at first, before he regains his composure and settles between the younger’s spread legs. Felix can’t help eyeing his dick, it is almost intimidating, curving slightly towards his stomach, it has the perfect angle. There is a shiny bead of precum at the soft pink tip that makes Felix want to swallow him whole.
Felix removes his own hands, and shuffles further down into the mattress, inviting Christopher to touch him. And touch him he does, hands warm and big over Felix’s thighs and he can’t stop the moans tumbling from his lips. And then he feels the familiar stretch from Christopher’s fingers, working him open.
“Fuck me already, please.”
Felix is so impatient, but Christopher seems to love to keep him on edge.
“You’re so tight, I have to make sure you can at least function tomorrow.”
“I don’t wanna function. I wanna be wrecked.” he pouts. Christopher smirks, and withdraws his fingers.
“Alright, then. Let hyung wreck you, baby.” he growls as he lines himself up. The tip is right up against Felix’s entrance, he can feel the pulse through it. He is burning up, he has never been so ready. And then it hurts. It hurts so bad, Felix whimpers.
“Fuck, Lix. I-” he hears Christopher moan under his breath, and Felix forces himself to relax. It really fucking hurts. Slowly, slowly he feels inch after inch enter him, stretching him open so wide he is afraid he might split in half. He doesn’t want to cry again, but holding back the tears proves impossible, and one after one they roll down his cheeks. Christopher stops, worry etched into his features.
“Baby, are you okay? Please talk to me.” he mumbles, stroking Felix’s cheek with his thumb, catching a tear.
“I- I’m okay. It j-just hu- hurts. Like a lot .”
“Promise to tell me if it’s too much. Okay?”
Felix nods. Christopher wraps his hand around Felix’s erection, which had come alive again a while ago, stroking him lazily to distract him from the intense pain.
“You can continue, please.” Felix breathes after a minute. There is more pain, until it comes to a stop. Then there is just the burning sensation that something is there, but unmoving.
After what feels like forever, he can relax completely. His muscles have finally stopped protesting the intrusion, and he lets out a shuddering breath. Christopher is watching him intently, and as their gazes lock, Felix nods.
“Ruin me.”
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Christopher’s body reacts on its own accord, withdrawing his hips and snapping them forward hastily. The single thrust almost has him blacked out. The continuous squeeze of the walls around him is so tight, he feels lightheaded.
“Sorry.” he apologizes, knowing it must have hurt a bit.
“I’m fine. Do it again.” Felix whines. “And please, kiss me.”
Christopher does not have to be told twice, as he closes the distance between them on every level, thrusting deep into the younger while licking into his mouth. But then there is a short whirl of pain, and he realizes that Felix has bit him. He withdraws, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Sorry.” Felix mewls, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help it. But I mean… it’s kinda fair.”
The younger puts his hands around Christopher’s neck and brings him closer for another kiss, swirling the blood between them as they kiss like they need it to stay alive. Maybe they do. Christopher can’t tell.
He feels his release build up at an insane speed, and by the loud moans Felix is making, he seems to be on the same track.
He has to pull away from the kiss, his thrusts already getting uneven. He can feel the blood trickle down his chin, and he sees it drip down onto Felix’s soft belly, making amazing patterns as it blends with the beads of sweat with every thrust.
His thighs hurt, and he really wants to catch a break. But the broken whimpers of his name escaping Felix like the most sinful of melodies pushes him to pull through.
“Lix, I can’t- I’m gonna-” he groans loudly when he realizes he is mere seconds away.
“Yes, hyung. Fuck yes, me too. Please own me, fill me, Chris- fuck-” Felix wails beneath him, his fingernails drawing angry red marks all over Christopher’s back and arms.
He hears Felix scream, raw and throaty and insanely loud and the contractions of Felix around him as he cums all over himself is all it takes for Christopher to come absolutely undone, his orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. He swears he is blind for a few seconds, hips uncontrollably jerking forward into the tight heat, milking him dry until it hurts.
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Christopher collapses on top of him, seemingly unable to coordinate his body.
After what feels like hours, Felix starts to regain sensation in his limbs. Slowly he nudges the older male.
“Channie-” he coos, petting Christopher’s sweaty hair. His throat hurts, not being used to scream at the top of his lungs for such an extended period of time. Christopher stirs a bit, not asleep but dozed off in a post orgasm hazy glow.
“Channie-hyung. We need to shower.” he whispers, placing small pecks on the other’s earlobe. Christopher takes a deep breath, and snuggles into Felix’s neck.
“Please don’t make me carry you, I’m completely spent.” he murmurs lowly. Felix can’t help but giggle.
“Oh my god hyung, what do you take me for? Some kind of sadistic little devil?”
Christopher sits up and rubs his eyes quickly before standing, holding out his arms for Felix to climb up.
“Don’t even get me started, baby.” he laughs breathily as Felix jumps into his arms with a high pitched squeal. “But you’re my sadistic little devil.”
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