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Felix had expected Chan to be gentle in bed. Soft and caring, just like he always was with members whenever he wanted to show them that he cared. A pat on the back, a warm hug, his kind, encouraging words; they were all what made Chan, Chan. It’s just who he is as a person—a friendly older brother figure to seven crazy boys. Not that Felix didn’t think the man had needs, but when he pictured Chan having sex it was always so … vanilla. After all, when Felix had confessed to Chan, he had been so gentle and understanding with him, kissing Felix’s tears away as the younger boy struggled to get his words out after years of hidden feelings. It’s been two weeks since then, and they’ve barely shared more than a few stolen kisses here and there in between schedules, sometimes sneaking into each other’s beds at night to cuddle until they fell asleep. The next morning, Felix would wake up in Chan’s arms and the older would kiss him affectionately on the forehead before they got up to go have breakfast with the others. That was as far as it went.
At first, Felix had figured that Chan was just shy. Maybe he’d never had sex with another man before, or maybe Chan was holding back, trying to give Felix the chance to adjust to this new dynamic between them before giving in to his own desires. Whatever it was, Felix could barely contain his desire for the older boy much longer, tired of having to jerk off in the shower by himself every time Chan got a little too close in front of the other members, or when his hand on Felix’s thigh lingered a little longer than it should. Of course, he wasn’t going to force Chan to do anything before he was ready, but it couldn’t hurt to try teasing him a little bit, just to see how he’d react.
His plan was to sneak under the table during a fansign under the guise of picking up a sharpie he’d dropped, knowing he’d be well hidden by the long white table cloth. Once under the table, he’d then crawl over to where Chan was sat and just tease his thighs a little bit, not doing anything too crazy because he didn’t know what Chan would be comfortable with (not much, he figured, since the man has yet to stick his tongue down Felix’s throat like he wants him to). He’d be back up before anyone even noticed he was gone, just in time for the fans to start trickling in. He expected Chan to be a little surprised at the hand gripping his thigh under the table with no warning, but he knew Chan would know it was him. Maybe Felix got a little carried away in his pent-up lust for the older man, because he soon found his hands toying with the zipper of Chan’s jeans, mind foggy as he allowed himself to wonder what would happen if he were to touch Chan through the rough fabric right now, here in front of everyone. He expected Chan to push him away immediately, already imagining the mortified blush on the man’s cheeks at the mere thought of it. He didn’t expect Chan to thread his finger’s through Felix’s hair under the table and tug.
It’s so unexpected that Felix almost forgot where he was, just barely concealing the moan that escaped from his lips. He knows Chan still heard it anyway; can tell by the way his thighs tensed underneath Felix’s palm as Chan’s fingers tightened in his hair. And then Chan’s other hand joined him under the table, working open the zipper that Felix had been playing with just seconds ago to reveal his quickly growing bulge. Fuck, Felix thought, his own dick twitching at the thought of finally getting to see Chan’s cock. Correction, at finally getting to see Chan’s cock hard. He’d seen the other boy naked a dozen times before, having shared a dorm with him for years, but never like this. Never fully erect, and all because of him. Felix shuddered at the thought. He hadn’t expected his little plan to go this far, never thought that Chan would even be into this sort of thing, but there he was, on his knees just inches away from Chan’s cock as the rest of the members chatted above him. He wondered how far Chan would take it, sure that the older boy would chicken out soon, but he was forced to take back his thoughts as Chan reached into his boxers and slowly pulled out his cock, giving the shaft a few pumps before resting the tip on Felix’s lips. He held it there for a few seconds, not moving, as if to say is this okay? Felix answered by darting his tongue out to lap at the head, catching a bead of precome as it leaked out.
That was all Chan needed before he had tightened his hold on Felix’s hair and dragged his face forward, the head of his cock pushing past Felix’s lips and down the curve of his throat. He kept guiding Felix forward, urging the boy to take his cock deeper and deeper until Felix’s nose was brushing his pubes. It took everything in Felix not to gag at the length. Fuck, he’s so big, Felix had thought, going nearly delirious at finally having the older man’s cock in his mouth. Thick too. It was the biggest dick he’d ever seen in his life. Chan being large … he’d had some idea of his hyung being bigger than the average male. At least, that’s what he’d expected. But this big? Fuck , Felix whimpered just thinking about it. He didn’t know how he was going to talk to fans after this with the way his jaw was already starting to ache. He knew his voice would be ruined .
Just when his throat was starting to grow accustomed to Chan’s girth, the man used his hold on Felix to drag him back till only the tip rested on Felix’s tongue. Then he was pulling him forward again, forcing his cock down Felix’s throat. It continued on like that; Chan dragging Felix’s head up and down on his cock and Felix just taking it, letting his mouth be used by his hyung as his own cock strained hard against his jeans.
The act itself was almost exhilarating, the obscenity of it feeding Felix’s own arousal as he thought about how the others were completely unaware of what was going on underneath the table. Felix could hear Chan speaking casually to Minho about what they’d had for lunch earlier as if his cock wasn’t currently shoved down Felix’s throat. As if he wasn’t fucking his cock into Felix’s mouth and using him like a fucking rag doll. The thought of Chan being completely unaffected while Felix was incoherent turned him on even more.
Chan must have been close, because the grip he had on Felix and the pace that he had set grew clumsy. Soon enough, Chan was coming, fingers tightening in Felix’s hair as he came down his throat. Chan’s release was hot and thick and too much that Felix struggled to pull away, but Chan held him in place until he was finished. His other hand reached back under the table and Felix felt his thumb press gently against his throat. It took Felix a few seconds to realize what the older man wanted, brain still foggy from being used so thoroughly. Chan waited until Felix was done swallowing before he allowed the younger to pull off of his cock.
Exhausted, Felix had just laid there for a few minutes, the side of his face resting against Chan’s thigh as he had attempted to pull his thoughts back together. He still couldn’t reconcile the image of soft, kind Chan who doesn’t even use tongue when he kisses, with the Chan who’d just shoved his cock down Felix’s throat under the table at a fansign. The thought was driving him crazy and it was his own unbearable arousal that had forced him to get back up and crawl back over to his side of the table. He was so unbelievably hard, he needed to find the nearest bathroom and jerk off before he exploded. Luckily, Hyunjin wasn’t in the seat next to him when he came back up so no one was questioning why he’d disappeared under the table for so long. He’d tried to sneak off backstage, avoiding looking at Chan because he knew it would send him over the edge, but he barely made it past the older man when he felt a hand close around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
“Where you going, Lixie?,” he heard Chan say, the grip on his wrist tightening to the point where it was uncomfortable, but Felix liked it. “The fans are about to come in, why don’t you sit back down?”
Felix chanced a glance over his shoulder and saw the dark glimmer in his hyung’s eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine. Sit down , his eyes said; not as a request, but an order. Chan knew how hard Felix was, knew what he just did to him under that table, but Chan wouldn’t let him release himself. He was going to make Felix suffer though the entire fansign without being able to come. Fuck. Felix just nodded, head down as he found himself wandering back to his seat without argument. He was still painfully hard in his jeans with the taste of Chan’s come on his tongue as he sat down. When he opened his mouth to speak for the first time, his voice was hoarse.
Now, Felix finds himself shaking through his third orgasm of the night, tears streaming down his face as Chan slowly fingers him open with one hand, while the other slides up and down his shaft, practically milking him.
“Hyung, please ,” Felix sobs, unable to get out the rest of his sentence.
“What’s wrong, baby?,” Chan feigns concern, the corner of his mouth giving him away, “I thought you said you wanted to come? Said I was so mean to make you sit through the fansign after I came down your throat.”
Felix can only whimper, utterly incoherent as Chan continues to stroke him through his orgasm, the fingers in his ass never letting up.
As soon as they’d gotten home from the fansign, Chan had pulled Felix into his room and practically thrown him onto his bed before pouncing on him.
“God, what were you thinking , Lix,” Chan had groaned into his ear, one hand coming up to thread through Felix’s hair as his lips brushed against the side of his cheek, “ Fuck, I’ve been trying to hold back because I didn’t want to hurt you, but how can I when you get on your knees for me like that, baby.”
“Don-don’t hold back then,” Felix gasped, hips rutting up to gain some much needed friction, “Wanted you for so long, Channie hyung.”
“I … I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, Lix. I tend to … lose myself a little during sex.”
The thought nearly had Felix coming in his pants. All this time, he’d thought that sex with Chan would be simple, gentle, sweet. Seeing the man unravel before his eyes into something more sinister was surpassing Felix’s wildest dreams.
“I want it, hyung,” he’d begged, “I can take it, please.”
“Promise me you’ll say something if it’s too much?”
Chan had looked at him with so much tenderness in his eyes at that moment that Felix would have let him fuck him upside down if he wanted to. God, he was so gone. They both were, for each other.
“I promise.”
Felix was so strung out from earlier that he came as soon as Chan wrapped his fingers around him.
He came a second time as Chan ate him out, warm tongue exploring the depths of his hole and thrusting in and out in a way that drove Felix crazy.
Chan had dragged his fingers through the cum from his previous orgasms still wet on his stomach and used it to finger him open, gradually working up to three digits. Then he came a third time.
“Think you’re loose enough to take me now, baby?” Chan asks, finally removing his fingers as he allows Felix to come down from his third orgasm.
Felix struggles to come up with words so he just nods instead.
“Nope, use your words, Lix,” Chan says, shaking his head in disapproval. When all Felix can do is whimper, Chan gives him a stern look. “Words, Felix.”
It sends a shiver down Felix’s spine.
“Y-yes,” he stutters, “please, wan’ your cock.”
Felix has been eyeing Chan’s cock all night, mouth practically watering as he remembers how it had felt being shoved down his throat. Now that he can see it in better lighting, Felix can’t stop thinking about how big Chan is, and whether it’s going to fit or not. He hopes it hurts.
“Well, since you asked nicely …”
Chan lifts Felix’s cum-stained thighs up and over his own, bringing Felix’s hole to line up with his cock.
“Do you want me to use lube, baby?” Chan asks, looking up at him as he teases Felix’s hole with the head of his cock, “Or do you think your cum will be enough?”
“No, please!” Felix gasps out, hips jerking upwards as he begins to grow hard again from the teasing, “No lube, just fuck me. ” He wants it to burn.
“Such a fucking needy slut.”
Chan is dragging his fingers through the cum on Felix’s stomach again to slick up his own cock before he’s pushing in, slowly to allow Felix to adjust to the size. And it does burn— fuck, it burns—and Felix absolutely loves it. He feels like he’s being split wide open, Chan’s cock so big that Felix can barely take it all in. Just when he thinks Chan has bottomed out, he pushes in even further.
“ Fuck, you’re so tight,” Chan groans, grinding against Felix’s hole, “So fucking tight and warm for me, baby.”
It’s definitely a lot for Felix to adjust to. Sure, he’s had sex with men in the past, but he’s never taken someone as big as Chan. The stretch burns, and Felix enjoys every second of it. The fact that it’s Chan , the boy he’s had a crush on since he was a skinny teenager who’d just flown in from Australia, makes it even better. He already knows Chan’s cock is going to ruin him for anyone else for the rest of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You—you can move now,” Felix stutters, biting his lower lip to hold in a moan as Chan continues to slowly grind into him. In the position they’re in, with Felix on his back and Chan sitting back on his calves, the lower half of Felix’s body is lifted off of the bed.
“Are you sure?”
Felix rolls his hips up impatiently, but Chan stills him with a hand on his waist.
“Yes, god, I’m sure just, please—”
Chan pulls out before Felix can finish, snapping his hips back into him with so much force that Felix’s head nearly slams against the headboard. His begins to lose any sense of coherency as Chan sets a rough pace, grip so tight on Felix’s waist as he fucks him onto his cock that he’ll probably have hand-shaped bruises tomorrow.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby,” Chan groans, face twisted beautifully as he looms over Felix, “It’s like you were made for me.”
“Yes, fuck , only for you,” Felix pants, struggling to keep his eyes open as they threaten to roll into the back of his head, “So deep, Channie, fu-“
Every time Chan thrusts inside of him, Felix swears he feels it in his stomach. He finds it hard to focus on much else besides Chan’s length inside of him, completely giving up on attempting to meet Chan’s thrusts halfway as he lies there practically boneless under Chan’s touch.
It’s not long before he can feel his orgasm building up again. Not with the way Chan is fucking him just right, how Felix can feel every inch of Chan inside of him. Not with the way Chan looks while he does it, dark hair plastered to his forehead and sweat dripping down his toned stomach. Not with the way Chan looks at him, like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
It only takes a few more thrusts before Felix is coming all over himself for a fourth time.
“That’s it, baby,” Chan says, hips never letting up as Felix’s whole body shakes from overstimulation, “Come just like that.”
Felix doesn’t even get the chance to recover before Chan changes positions, leaning down to hover over him as he wraps Felix’s legs around his waist and begins fucking into him even faster than before. The new position allows Chan to go even deeper and Felix nearly falls apart every time the head of Chan’s cock hits against his prostate.
“H-hyung!” Felix sobs out, hands grasping for purchase on Chan’s body as he tries to squirm out of his hold. “I-I can’t, it’s too much, I-”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” Chan whispers into his ear, words surprisingly gentle for how hard he’s fucking him right now. “Hyung will take care of you.”
Chan runs his fingers through Felix’s hair and he’s a goner. He stops struggling and lets Chan use his body as he shakes from overstimulation, brain too foggy to come up with anything else. All that exists right now is Chan’s body against his, Chan’s fingers in his hair, Chan’s cock inside of him. He briefly remembers the safe word Chan had told him to use if it became too much, but he pushes it to the side of his mind, only focused on the drag of Chan’s cock inside him as he pounds him into the mattress, chasing his own orgasm. And Chan is relentless, fucking him for what seems like forever, but Felix is too far gone to tell how much time has passed. All he knows is that he wants Chan to come inside of him, wants it so bad that he lets Chan fuck him past overstimulation until he sees stars.
“So good for me, Lixie,” Chan grunts, thrusts growing sloppy and more erratic, “Such a good boy.”
Felix practically preens at the praise, unconsciously clenching around Chan’s dick. Chan grunts at the sensation and finally comes, stilling inside Felix as he releases inside of him.
They lay there for a little while, melting into each other and into the sheets beneath them as they come down from their high. Chan recovers faster than Felix does, moving to pull out of the younger but Felix stops him, tightening his legs around Chan’s waist with a whimper. Chan lets out a low chuckle.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby, I swear. Just wanted to clean us up a little,” Chan says, propping himself up on one arm to look down at the younger. He runs his fingers through Felix’s hair with a fond look on his face. “You’re so pretty like this, did you know that? All tired and fucked out.”
Felix doesn’t trust himself to use his voice yet, so he just hums, basking in Chan’s praise. He feels like he’s floating on cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down yet. Luckily, Chan seems to sense this because he tucks Felix into his chest and rolls them onto their sides, still connected. He continues to stroke Felix’s hair as he whispers praise into his ear and kisses his freckles. When he kisses Felix on the lips, the younger boy reciprocates and they make out lazily for a little while until the feeling of dried come on his stomach has Felix coming back down to earth.
“Ugh, gross,” Felix finally says as he looks down at himself. “I can’t believe I came four times. That’s gotta be a new record.”
Chan has a smug look on his face but doesn’t say anything, slowly pulling out of Felix now that the younger is back to himself. It leaves Felix feeling empty without Chan inside of him, but the older quickly distracts him with another kiss.
Later, when they’re cleaning each other up in the shower, Chan looks at him so tenderly and washes his stomach so gently that Felix remembers how they’d gotten into this situation in the first place.
God, he can’t believe he’d thought sex with Chan would be vanilla. Must’ve been all those years of pent up sexual frustration from his trainee years. Whatever it was, Felix can’t wait to tease him again …