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It's a beautiful morning.

Filtered rays of early light stream through sheer curtains, casting the room in a soft, hazy glow. The dorm is gently abuzz with the sound of Seungmin preparing for his day. And Felix-

Well.

Felix is still nestled up all warm and cozy in half-asleep bliss, grinding the brand new and utterly relentless wet heat between his thighs against his body pillow.

For, you see, this morning, Felix awoke to the blaring of his alarm with a familiar need in his body. Yet, after reaching down to jerk himself off as he has countless times before, he found slick, hot folds instead of the equipment he had possessed the other twenty four years of his life. And it was alarming, yes, but… it also felt good.

Still in that hazy, cozy half-state where sleep convinces you that any problem which requires leaving bed can wait, Felix rolled with it, convinced he was dreaming — because how could he not be?

At first, he tried to ignore it, to simply fall back asleep. But the arousal between his legs was insistent, only growing stronger no matter what position he shifted to. Spreading his legs spread down there, too, which felt good, and made him feel exposed even with blankets and underwear covering him. Closing his legs only put pressure on everything, and squeezing his thigh muscles made it all clench and shift and tense up, causing the arousal to throb in a way that had him simultaneously craving for more pressure yet craving to be spread open again.

Everything was too much yet not enough, aching and hot and wet. Before Felix knew it, his legs wrapped around his pillow on instinct, hips rocking against it in short, choppy thrusts in a desperate search for friction.

And now, here he finds himself; biting his lip and humping his pillow like a teenager first discovering masturbation, gasping at the bright, white-hot burst of pleasure that sears through him as he hits just the right spot. God, it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? He can feel how wet he is, how his underwear is soaked between his thighs, but it only makes them cling to every dip and fold of his new cunt, only makes the friction better.

The arousal keeps building, pooling in his lower abdomen, compounding on top of itself as Felix climbs higher and higher, so achingly, bone-deep horny it almost hurts.

He should have come by now, right? How can he not have? Is he doing something wrong?

Frustration growing, Felix tosses the blankets aside, yanks off his underwear, and spreads his legs. The cool air of his room against his cunt — so hot, throbbing, wet — momentarily shocks him, and Felix slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle an obscene moan.

Briefly, through the haze of arousal, he thinks that he should really tell someone, because this is most certainly not normal. People don't just wake up with a different set of body parts. He should yell for Seungmin, call Chan — something. But he knows he'd have to prove it, knows he'd have to show them. And, what, is he gonna show them right now? When he's so obviously, blatantly wet and aroused and needy?

Ugh, no way. That'd be mortifying.

So, first things first — make himself cum until he's no longer dripping like the desperate slut his group mates don't know that he is. Then he'll alert his members for help.

Easy plan.

A no brainer, really.

With that decision out of the way, Felix slides his hand down his body, stopping as the movement draws attention to the new weight on his chest.

Oh. Fuck.

Oh, god.

He… he has tits.

Nice ones, too!

Excited, Felix wastes no time, grabbing the soft mounds of flesh in his hands. And, oh, that feels good. They're a little sore, a little tender — probably from growing so fast — but when Felix sits up to test the weight of them in his palms, he can't help but give a little shake of his chest, bursting into a wide grin as he watches his new assets shift with the movement. They're full yet perky, squishy and soft and pretty. His areolae are a bit bigger than before to compliment the swell of new flesh, and a little rosier in color, too.

Silently, Felix thanks whatever god or deity or witchy sasaeng who placed this spell for at least giving him such a nice rack.

Just looking at them is turning him on more, so Felix goes a step further and thumbs over his nipples, gasping at the jolt of pleasure which zaps straight down to his cunt. He rubs circles until his nipples fully stand at attention, then gives a little pinch. Another zap of pleasure to his cunt, and he shifts his hips against the wrinkles in the sheets, seeking friction. Thinking fast, he snags his body pillow and shoves it between his thighs, clenching them and beginning to rock his hips, grinding his new pussy over the firm filling and satin cover while he gropes at his tits, pinching and tugging and gently twisting at his nipples, mouth dropping in a silent moan as his pussy throbs with the treatment.

In a brief moment of weakness, Felix imagines the hands teasing his body belong to someone else — imagines them to be bigger, fingers longer and more dexterous, decorated with mismatched black nail polish designs and copious rings, their rings-

His mind comes to a screeching halt.

No.

No, no, no.

Frowning, Felix drops his hands from his chest, panting, attempting to regain control of himself and his fantasies.

He does not need to fantasize about Hyunjin right now.

Their complicated relationship has only just begun to mend after a tough, nearly unbearable three years of fluctuating distance and awkwardness that, to be quite honest, neither of them have fully addressed the cause of yet.

It was stupid, really. A slip of the tongue, years of bottled up feelings bubbling to the surface and boiling over during an already stressful time in Felix’s life, when the now familiar chronic ache in his back was still new and fresh and scary. Add in the stress of their Oddinary comeback, preparations for Maxident, and an upcoming world tour, and things were tense for everyone.

Things between Hyunjin and Felix had been building for years at that point, a lurking, unspoken thing that everyone was aware of yet no one in the group — least of all the pair themselves — addressed. Until that 2 Kids Room. When Felix rambled on, feelings pouring out of his mouth without filter as Hyunjin just sat there; not looking at him, not saying anything.

“When I look at you, I feel like I have another reason to live.”

Instantly embarrassed, Felix had backtracked, grasping for straws, finally saying they should just naturally be good friends. It wasn't until after, when Chan pulled Felix aside to ask if he wanted to rewatch the recording before it went to the review stage that Felix realized just how much he said. They teamed up with a member of staff to edit out the more incriminating parts, yet still left in a lot of heartfelt truth that Felix had never planned on confessing, let alone on camera. Words which still haunt him to this day, heating his cheeks in embarrassment, keeping him up at night.

“...but it's too much, that I sometimes need to calm down.”

“I can always think too seriously about you.”

Things just… hadn't been the same after that.

The tension wasn't just a simmering, unspoken thing anymore. It was visceral, tangible in the air, thick and suffocating at times. Their easy chemistry turned awkward — Hyunjin seemed more hesitant, as if debating with himself on whether or not to approach Felix. And Felix… he didn't know what he should do, how he should act. It seemed like Hyunjin was avoiding him, but he was also avoiding Hyunjin, in a way. They drifted, as much as two people who see each other as often as they do can.

It wasn't until last year that things began to ease. Resigning their contracts brought about a general sense of relief to everyone, a lessened load off their backs, lessened restrictions. And Hyunjin and Felix began to fall back into that old, familiar dynamic, their relationship mending itself effortlessly.

Yet, they still didn't talk about it.

Because as much as Felix likes to talk things out, Hyunjin does not. And in this particular instance, Felix doesn't even want to think about it, himself — would be completely happy to never, ever think about that little love confession of his again, really. They're both fine with just getting over this big hump in their friendship and moving on. No need to make a big deal out of nothing.

It's fine.

So, so fine.

Completely fine.

Really. Felix swears.

So, no. No Hyunjin brain—especially not while masturbating. Anything more than strictly platonic thoughts about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome are a forbidden fruit that Felix can't allow himself to indulge in. His heart can't take it.

Shaking off his thoughts, Felix is now more eager than ever for the blissful, empty minded state of euphoria an orgasm will bring him. He looks down at his changed body once more, runs his fingers over the soft, waxed smooth skin of his mound — his skin is the same, at least, since he just did a full wax.

Interesting.

Felix leans back against his headboard, lifts his knees towards his chest, spreads his thighs wider, and bites his lip as he can better see the wet, flushed lips of his new cunt, parted and shiny. He runs fingers along the outer lips, breath hitching and brows drawing together as the deeper, more internal folds of his cunt twitch and throb harder.

Fuck.

OK then.

Is this normal? Are all vaginas this sensitive?

Finally, he bites his lip and lets himself touch his new little clit, erect and poking out from his lips, reddened and slick and aching.

Pleasure instantly explodes in his body. It's bright and intense and so sudden it leaves him dizzy. He has to bite his pillow to muffle himself, because he can't stop making noise, whines and whimpers and moans and groans as he rubs at the little nub of nerves, amazed at how good it feels, at how much wetter he's still managing to get as the folds beneath leak until his pussy is nearly drooling down his ass. Felix presses harder, rubs faster, toes curling and back arching off the bed. His thighs try to close on their own because they're shaking with the white-hot pleasure, but he keeps rubbing even as they clamp around his hand, and it's all so much, so fucking intense as the pleasure builds on itself.

And he has to be close to coming now, right?

Except he still doesn't.

No matter how much Felix rubs at himself, it doesn't matter. He tries different speeds, different angles, uses lube — nothing. Just heat. Just frustration. Just mounting pleasure that builds and builds and builds yet refuses to break.

So when Seungmin gently knocks, asking if he's going to get up and join the group for their loosely planned day off, Felix lies, saying he's not feeling well and needs to rest his back, shooting a quick text to Chan. Once the front door closes, Felix waits a few minutes to be safe, then pulls up an incognito tab and begins the arduous journey of research.

It's going to be a long day.

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Hyunjin didn't sleep well.

He stayed up way too late, getting utterly lost in sketching pretty feline eyes with all too familiar crinkles from a smile so bright it lights up an entire room. No matter how many times he started over and tried to draw something else — someone else — it always ended up back to him.

His Lixie. His angel. His muse. The most beautiful person in the world. The kindest, purest soul. The star of every wet dream he's had since predebut.

And the most confusing person he knows.

Hyunjin likes to think of himself as romantic, as someone who knows enough about love to know what to do when faced with the love of one's life. And yet, here he is, eight years deep in knowing Lee Felix, and all he has to show for it is a mountain’s worth of yearning, dozens of hidden sketches, and a few drunken kisses from Felix getting excited and overly affectionate. There have been multiple points where he considered confessing — or even thought Felix would. But after that 2 Kids Room where Felix said everything Hyunjin had wanted to hear, then ended it by shoving him solidly into the friendzone, Hyunjin has been… stuck. Admiring from afar like the lovesick fool he is, silently making googoo eyes obvious enough that there exist entire compilations of it.

It's strange, because at times, Hyunjin is certain Felix feels the same — would bet his life on it — and yet, the frustrating little ball of sunshine always pulls back.

It's maddening. Hyunjin doesn't know what to think of it. It still keeps him up at night, when his mind decides to be extra mean, when his heart decides to crack open his chest with the ache of longing. He spent the previous night debating with himself, rehearsing a confession he knows he won't make over and over in his head as he sketched Felix’s smiling eyes deep into the early hours of the morning.

So when his alarm sounded and he was faced with the decision between getting up and spending a day with the group or getting some much needed sleep, it wasn't even a choice for sleepy Hyunjin. When he awoke much later to a text from Chan asking he check on Felix, as the blonde stayed home due to pain, Hyunjin, of course, was immediately worried. Especially when the usually chatty Felix didn't answer his message. Hyunjin didn't bother with a shower, only doing a quick version of skincare before booking it over to check on the abnormally silent blonde, letting himself in with his keycard.

The dorm is quiet save for the muffled sound of running water, and Hyunjin’s worry instantly subsides. Right — Felix is just showering. His lack of response makes much more sense.

Except, Hyunjin realizes he had first messaged him well over an hour ago.

…maybe Felix is just enjoying having the dorm all to himself, Hyunjin tries to reason, though his worry quickly spikes back to life when he hears a thud and crash — the unmistakable sound of someone falling.

He acts without thinking.

“Felix! Are y-” Hyunjin abruptly cuts himself off, freezing where he stands in the open doorway, eyes wide and brain lagging at the sight of his band mate, his sunshine, his angel, sprawled out on the shower floor, legs spread wide.

They've all seen each other naked countless times over the years — even masturbated while watching porn together in the early days, spurred on by raging hormones, stress, and absolutely zero privacy. That being said, Hyunjin has seen Felix's dick enough to know, for a fact and without a doubt, that he has one. He can't possibly have faked it.

So then…

How can Hyunjin be looking at Felix now, in a heap on the tile, limbs askew from his fall‐

-and be staring at a pretty, pink little pussy where his dick should be?

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The silence in the bathroom is deafening, only the sound of the running water which continues to rain down on Felix's naked body left in the room as both men hold their breath, each shocked.

Finally, Felix croaks out a small, weak, “Hyunjin-ah?”

The older manages to tear his focus away from the mesmerizing sight between Felix's thighs, only to get caught by the swell of soft, supple flesh on his chest. Felix sees the muscle in his jaw clench, and the usual spike of arousal he feels at that movement now results in a fresh wave of wetness leaking to his cunt. Finally, those dark eyes flit up to meet his own, intense and burning with complicated emotions that Felix can't quite place.

Then Hyunjin blinks, and it's gone.

“Shit-” The brunette's long legs bring him to Felix's side in quick, long strides, and before Felix knows it, Hyunjin is twisting off the water and kneeling down next to his still very wet, very naked form. And if he was still the Felix of yesterday — still Felix with a dick — this wouldn't matter. But he's not. He's now Felix with a very new, very sensitive pussy that he's been touching all morning — still hot and throbbing between his thighs, the release he's been chasing for hours just out of reach, still thrumming through his veins.

And Hyunjin — his beautiful, sweet, perfect Hyunjin — just got an eyeful.

Felix can't help but wonder if he's as visibly swollen and red down there as he feels with how his pussy throbs, folds flushed-hot. Thinks he must be after how much he's been rubbing at his needy cunt. Can Hyunjin tell that the glistening wet all the way to the midpoint of his thighs is more than just shower water? And, god, why does that thought make him even wetter, make his pussy clench like he didn’t just abuse his clit for hours without an ounce of an orgasm in sight?

Throbbing with overstimulation, body aching with forming bruises from the unforgiving tile floor, and feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way he was completely unprepared for, Felix’s eyes begin to water, everything hitting him all at once. Heart pounding in his chest, Felix blinks up at Hyunjin with big, glistening eyes, not realizing he's crying until Hyunjin gently cups his face, expression concerned.

“Oh, angel… are you hurt?” Hyunjin asks, quickly sweeping his gaze over Felix's body in a brief, respectful way, checking for injury. When Felix just sniffles and shakes his head, Hyunjin studies his face for a moment, dark eyes probing, checking for hints of a lie, for any sign Felix is downplaying his pain as he so often does. “Let's get you up, then.”

Felix's legs are still shaky, he finds, and his knees buckle once he straightens, forcing his still wet, naked form to press fully up against Hyunjin for support. But if Hyunjin is bothered, he doesn't let it show, just wraps an arm around Felix’s waist to steady him, reaching for a fluffy towel to secure around the blonde's trembling shoulders. Sniffling, Felix buries his face in the crook of Hyunjin's neck and leans into him, enjoying the feel of Hyunjin’s big, safe hands softly patting him dry, wishing he could just hide here like this for the rest of his life and not have to face the humiliation of this moment, not have to face the stress of his new body, the palpable frustration of chasing fruitless release that refuses to come. Hyunjin lets him hide, lets him cry into his shoulder, gently shushing him and rubbing soothing circles onto Felix’s back.

Eventually, Felix’s emotional moment subsides, slowly eclipsed by the ever present throb between his legs as he grows more aware of how much bigger Hyunjin is, how much his muscles have filled out lately, how fucking incredible he smells-

He shifts in place, discreetly rubbing his thighs together and leaning more into Hyunjin’s hold.

Fuck.

He just wants to come-

“Hey, Felix?”

The sound of his name breaks through the fog of his desperate horniness. Releasing a trembling exhale, Felix nuzzles further into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck, wanting to avoid the inevitable questions.

“Mh?”

“Why- how-” Hyunjin stops, starts over, voice unsure, as if barely believing the words he wants to speak, himself. Then, finally, “You have a pussy.”

“Yeah…” Felix can't help but laugh a little at Hyunjin's phrasing, though it ends up more nervous than amused. “Tits, too, if you didn't notice-”

“Oh, I noticed.”

Hyunjin’s grip on him tightens, just the slightest bit. It's tense, restrained, and Felix is suddenly all too aware of just how firmly that new body part is pressed up against Hyunjin's chest, the soft cotton of his shirt shifting against Felix’s nipples with each breath. He swallows, throat tight, and doesn't address how Hyunjin’s easy admission of ogling his chest makes him melt.

"I don't know how it happened. I woke up this morning and it was all- there.”

“So you just… woke up like that?” Felix can hear that cute face Hyunjin makes when trying to work through a confusing thought, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in concentration, gnawing at his plush bottom lip. “Like, poof, no dick?”

Again, Hyunjin's wording causes Felix to to snort a laugh. The blonde nuzzles fondly into Hyunjin’s neck.

“What, expecting me to say I cast some magic spell to swap gentialia?”

“No, just-” Hyunjin laughs along now, too, shifting the towel from Felix’s shoulders to gently squeeze water from the ends of his damaged hair. “–yah, I don't know! This is so-”

“-unbelievable?” Felix offers, and Hyunjin nods, humming, the rumble of it thrumming against Felix’s tits in a way that makes his stupidly overactive little cunt clench, voice turning a bit breathless. “Yeah… that's why I didn't say anything...”

Hyunjin’s movements still.

“Wait. Who else knows?”

“No one…” Felix mumbles, averting his eyes, feeling like he's in trouble, somehow, as ridiculous as the notion is. “Just you.”

“What?” Hyunjin pulls back, draping the towel around his neck and sliding his hands to Felix’s bare shoulders. And, fuck, they're so big, so warm, so nice, and Felix wants to feel them everywhere-

“I, um…” Felix swallows a lump in his throat, suddenly becoming aware of how chilly it is with all the steam escaping out the door Hyunjin left open in his haste. Goosebumps crawl across his skin, his nipples hardening with the temperature, throbbing with the tug to the sore, swollen flesh. “It's just- I didn't know how to-” Felix licks his lips, shuffling as his clit throbs between his legs, begging for attention. “I mean, what was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, guys, gotta cancel the daytrip. I grew boobs and my dick inverted overnight’?” Felix laughs, shaking his head. “Besides, I would've had to show at least Channie-hyung to prove it, and I couldn't do that-”

“Why not?” Hyunjin’s eyes go soft, fingers brushing wet hair from Felix’s face. “You know you can trust us, Lix. No one will make fun of you.”

“I know.”

That soft look Hyunjin is giving him hits deep in his chest, stirring up a well of emotions he doesn't have the bandwidth to deal with at the moment. Something in his gut flutters, familiar butterflies which took up residency there years ago and never left. They feed off of Hyunjin’s soft, attentive gazes and gentle, warm hands and sweet, adoring words. And it hurts — aches — their wings sharp, slicing bits of his heart each time they appear. This time, though, they don't go for his heart. No, worse — they aim lower, the fluttering settling low in his stomach until it becomes a living, breathing, monstrous ache deep inside of him that he desperately needs Hyunjin to fill. It pulses, tingling down and out through his sensitive new folds, his cunt dripping, weeping for contact in a perversion of the tears his own eyes have shed over the man standing before him.

Felix sucks in a breath, trying to steady himself as his emotions manifest in a throbbing ache, inner muscles clamping up around nothing.

“I, uh...” Felix trails off, face flushing as he tries to force his brain to focus on anything other than the hollow pit inside of him, trying to explain why he didn't want to tell anyone about this weird, unexplainable thing that happened to him. “It's just, I woke up really, um…” Cupping his neck, Hyunjin nudges Felix's chin with his thumbs, head tilting to catch his eyes, gaze imploring but still soft. Way, way too soft for what Felix is about to say.

“...what's the pussy equivalent of morning wood?”

Hyunjin blinks, dark eyes round and cute in his shock.

“Are-” Hyunjin stops with a dry chuckle. Shaking his head in disbelief, he licks his lower lip, pink tongue flashing as it glides over the plump flesh. All Felix can think about is having that mouth between his legs. “Are you saying you didn't tell anyone about this because you woke up too horny?”

“Yes.”

That beautiful face drops all soft, caring expression, Hyunjin deadpanning in that slightly annoyed, slightly judgemental way he's mastered over the years. It never fails to make Felix feel small, make him feel less than — but in the best way. The way that makes his blood pump faster, makes his breath hitch, makes him want to drop to his knees and apologize all without Hyunjin needing to utter a single word. And Felix’s cunt throbs, thighs becoming slicker as Hyunjin observes him for a quiet, tense moment.

“And you couldn't just…” Hyunjin raises a brow, thumb smoothing along Felix’s jawline. “...rub one out?”

The air between them thickens. Dark, intense eyes bore into Felix’s own, the blonde squirming a little as his face flushes hotter before finally losing the battle to maintain eye contact.

“It's not like I haven't tried!” Felix finally blurts, easily crumbling under the weight of Hyunjin’s gaze. “I've been trying for hours, but I can't-” Frustration seeps into his tone, and Felix huffs, too flustered and keyed up to think before speaking, “-I can't fucking cum, so I'm still so we-”

Finally, his brain catches up to his mouth, and Felix freezes mid-sentence.

“Still what?”

Gaze sharpening, Hyunjin tilts his head, aura darkening into something he keeps subdued except during performances or brief moments when he's lost his temper. It's commanding, effortlessly compelling, his presence filling up the room. And maybe Hyunjin’s smile is intended to be reassuring, but there's this weight behind it — a lingering, burning heat that makes Felix’s pulse race, heart thudding against his chest, face flushed with embarrassment. He feels the need to bare his soul, to drop to his knees, to beg.

Throat dry, Felix swallows, Hyunjin's eyes drawn to the movement, corner of his mouth quirking up into a devastating smirk.

Shit.

“Uh-”

When Felix tries to put some space between them, suddenly entirely too overwhelmed by Hyunjin's presence, the grip around his throat tightens. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him right where he is. Enough to send Felix’s mind whirling with thoughts of Hyunjin’s hands holding him down in other ways.

“Still so what, Lixiah?” Hyunjin insists, smirk twisting into something knowing, gaze pointedly dropping between his legs before flitting back up. “Still so…” Felix freezes as fingertips graze over his inner thigh in the lightest brush. “...wet?”

Oh, god. Felix can feel the amount of hot, slick arousal smeared across his upper thighs. He can't deny it, there's no way in hell Hyunjin didn't notice.

Hyunjin noticed, and is teasing him for it.

Fuck.

At Felix’s silence, Hyunjin quirks a brow and lifts his hand between them, fingertips shiny and slick, eyes playful yet carrying a piercing intensity as they meet Felix’s once more.

“Don't even know how to play with your new little cunt, do you?”

It's immediate, the way Felix’s pussy throbs at the slightly condescending tone, the shockingly lewd words flowing from Hyunjin's pretty mouth so easily, so naturally. All the blood in Felix’s body rushes to his cunt, leaving him wide eyed and empty-brained. Biting his lip, Felix can only shake his head in confirmation of Hyunjin’s embarrassing accusation.

“Poor thing…” Hyunjin coos, “Must be so frustrating, hm?”

“Yeah-” Felix stops, but then words just keep coming, “God, hyung, everything feels so… so intense- but I still can't-” He’s so focused on speaking, rambling his sexual frustrations of the morning, he misses how Hyunjin’s gaze turns hungry, misses how his grip tightens. “I think there's something w-wrong. Like, it can't possibly be normal… how can anyone with a pussy do anything other than masturbate all day?”

The brunette breaks into a laugh, eyes shining.

“There's a lot of nerve endings down there. It’s just new to you.”

The sound of Hyunjin’s laugh is so nice, so comforting. Warm. Safe. Before Felix knows what he's saying, before he can consider any possible consequences, the words tumble from his mouth.

“...will you help me, hyung?”

“Help?” Hyunjin tilts his head, humor fading as he raises a brow. “Help how?”

“Um…” Felix stumbles over his words, “I didn't- I don't- I mean, uh-” Chewing his bottom lip, his face flushes bright scarlet, feeling bashful and small. Hyunjin’s pretty lips curl into a teasing smirk that has Felix pressing his thighs tight together. He wants it — so, so badly. But how could Felix ask this of him? What would it do to their relationship? He already struggles to keep his feelings for Hyunjin in check, but add in physical intimacy like this…

He shouldn't.

Swiftly, Felix turns away, reaching for a robe. “N-nevermind, forget I said-”

Long arms wrap around his waist, tugging him firmly back against Hyunjin's chest — so tightly, Felix can feel the bulge of a hard on heavy against his lower back.

“Ah-ah… don’t get shy on me now.” Hyunjin smirks, eyes burning into Felix’s own through the reflection of the mirror they now face as he speaks, voice low and filthy, plush lips tickling his bare shoulder, “Hyung will help, baby. Tell me what you do.”

Flushing, Felix shrugs, eyes shifting around the room.

“Um… I mean, I just- touch my clit?” It comes out more a question than he intends, and Felix internally cringes, hating how inexperienced he sounds.

“Thought so…” Hyunjin hums.

“Should I not?”

“Let me guess. You go straight for the clit. Rub at it ‘til you get sore. Take a break til you can stand it, then go right back?” Dark eyes land on Felix’s cunt again, roaming slowly over the area. His head cocks, gaze lifting to meet Felix’s own once more, brow raised in question. “Have you fingered yourself yet?”

Felix shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“I was… nervous,” Felix breathes. “About. You know… things being different internally…”

Hyunjin’s gaze softens. “Yongbokkie-”

“I don't wanna think about it right now, okay?”

“Alright.” Hyunjin shrugs, regarding him for a moment. “Show me.”

“Show you?”

“Show me what you've been doing so I can help.”

Hesitantly, Felix reaches down, spreading his thighs just enough and jolting as fingertips make contact with his swollen clit. He's still soaked, still aching, still desperate. Oversensitive, now, too, after hours of fruitless stimulation. But Felix soldiers on, biting his lip and rubbing circles over the throbbing bundle of nerves, hyperaware of Hyunjin’s gaze on his every move. He can feel the weight of it — the way it heats his skin, gives him goosebumps, makes his needy pussy leak — and Felix hopes it will be enough, that missing piece that will tip him over, erotic enough to get him past this block.

But it's not.

The pleasure builds quickly—uncomfortably so. It's too much, too fast, his nerve endings screaming at him. It's fingers rubbing mercilessly, hips rising into his own touch, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, thighs tense, so close he can taste the release about to crash over him-

But it never comes.

With a frustrated cry, Felix tears his hand away from himself, in near tears over the amount of built tension which refuses to break.

“I think my cunt is broken, hyung…” When Hyunjin just laughs at his wording, Felix whines and stomps his foot, real, honest to god tears pricking his eyes. He feels fundamentally broken too, somehow, ashamed that he can't meet this most basic of bodily needs on his own. “What’s wrong with me? Why can't I do it?”

Picking up on Felix’s genuine distress, Hyunjin’s laughter fades.

“Hey, hey, hey… You're not broken, Bbokie,” Hyunjin reassures in a soft voice. “It takes some girls years to figure out how to make themselves come. You've only had a few hours.”

“I'm just so fucking frustrated-”

“I know,” Hyunjin stops him before he can work himself up further. “But it's okay. I'm here to help, remember?” Hyunjin cups a flushed little cheek, turning Felix to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Their faces hover close, so close Felix’s focus has to flit from one eye to the other. Breath mingling, Hyunjin pauses for a moment, giving Felix a chance to pull away. When Felix only inches closer, he leans in, slotting plush lips against Felix’s own soft, heart shaped mouth.

And, oh, god, it's been years since their last kiss. Nearly every day since, Felix has forced himself to not think about how perfectly Hyunjin's mouth fits against his own, how the pressure of his pillowy lips makes him feel so complete. But now, it's like coming home — comforting and familiar — yet still sends his heart into a frenzy, heat pooling low in his belly, thighs tensing with an aching, bone deep desire.

But as much as he wants to stay like this forever, Felix forces himself to part from Hyunjin's mouth.

“H-hyunjin…”

“Yongbok.”

“We shouldn't...” Felix tries, but his voice is weak, unconvincing even to himself.

“Why not?”

“You know why.” Felix gives him a pointed look, trying to remain strong with Hyunjin’s arms around him, with those beautiful fingers caressing over his skin, with his lips still in kissing distance. “Hyunjin-ah we- we can't-”

“Can't what? Can't be close?” Hyunjin scoffs. “You act like most of this group aren't fucking each other.”

Averting his eyes, Felix tries to maintain composure.

“I can't.”

“But you want to,” Hyunjin counters, “We both want to.

Closing his eyes, Felix inhales a calming breath. “It's not that easy-”

“It can be that easy, though,” Hyunjin insists, propping his chin on Felix’s shoulder as both arms curl around his waist in a firm hug. Automatically, Felix’s body relaxes into his hold, melting further as Hyunjin's voice softens with his next words. “I know you want this. I know you want me. Why do you always hold back from me?”

“Because-” Their eyes meet in the mirror, Felix’s wide and brimming with emotion, Hyunjin’s burning with his own. And Felix is so, so tired of fighting this — fighting off his feelings, fighting off his very heart as it continues to cry out for Hyunjin.

“I can tell, you know?” Hyunjin murmurs — soft, barely above a whisper, voice tinged with a sadness that makes Felix ache with guilt, with longing. “I can tell you want to lie. Just- please. Tell me the truth.”

After a long moment of silence, Felix takes Hyunjin's hand, lacing their fingers. When he speaks, his voice trembles. “I'm… scared.”

“Of what?”

Throat tight, Felix swallows down the urge to silence his emotions and forces out the words, “That once I have a taste of you, I won't be able to stop.”

Hyunjin's lips curl up just slightly, eyes blazing. “Who says you'll have to stop?”

“But we’re- we're friends, Hyunjin-ah. Best friends. And I-” Felix swallows hard. “We're band mates, too. What if it's awkward after? What if it ruins our friendship, or affects the group? What if-”

“Felix,” Hyunjin interrupts, shaking his head gently, gaze unbearably fond, “You're way overthinking this, baby.”

“...it won't make things weird between us?” Felix questions.

“Of course not. I'm just helping you out, right? Like washing your hair in the shower, or you giving me a massage after practice.”

Just helping. Something about that — the implied casualty, perhaps — doesn't sit right with Felix, makes a little knot settle in his chest.

He doesn't want you, A mean little voice in Felix’s head says, Not like you want him.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, Yongbokkie.”

Well, shit. That melts Felix’s heart. Because it's true. Hyunjin always takes care of him. Sweet, doting, protective Hyunjin, with his tender gazes and gentle hands, always treating Felix so softly.

“I know.” Steeling himself, Felix forces out the words, needing reassurance. “I don't want to lose you, Hyunjin-ah. I don't want to go back to- to whatever the last three years were. Promise me this won't hurt us.”

“You’ll never lose me, baby. Never. I promise.” Hyunjin cups his face, smiling fondly when Felix immediately leans into the touch. Gently, he noses at a flushed, freckled cheek, voice going soft, “But tell me to stop, and I will.”

Heart pounding, Felix squeezes his hand. He's still concerned about the consequences, still worried his heart won't be able to handle any potential fallout, but… fuck.

He needs this.

“Please help, hyung.”

Lips crash into his once more. This kiss is heated, desperate, filled with longing. A grounding hand slips down to Felix’s neck and turns his knees to jelly, his mind clicking over into the beginnings of a familiar, hazy space. Angling his jaw, Hyunjin deepens their kiss, tongue slipping into his waiting mouth to reclaim old territory that, if Felix is honest, Hyunjin never truly lost ownership of. All too soon, Hyunjin's lips leave his own, Felix whining at the loss, fisting Hyunjin's shirt in his hand. But the brunette just chuckles, kissing a trail over his cheek until lips are tickling against a freckled ear, voice velvety smooth.

“You need to slow down,” Hyunjin whispers, hand resting over Felix’s. “You play too many of those gacha games... Smashing your clit over and over like that won't dispense orgasms. Let her breathe.”

“Her..?” Felix asks, flushing bright red on the highs of his cheeks. “What, are you gonna name it next?”

“And if I do?” Hyunjin chuckles low in Felix’s ear, voice sending chills down his entire body. Pulling back just enough to catch his gaze with a smug little smirk on his lips, Hyunjin thumbs at Felix’s jaw, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Play your cards right, maybe you'll even get some poetry written about her.”

Snorting a laugh, Felix smacks Hyunjin on the arm, attempting to bashfully turn. But Hyunjin's grip on his jaw tightens, holding him close, refusing to let him shy away.

“Stop thinking so hard. You're putting too much pressure on finishing when you should be focused on feeling.” Hyunjin’s hand takes his own once more, pressing until Felix’s palm lays flat against his soaked folds, Hyunjin’s right over top.

For a few moments, Felix just stays there, basking in the heat of his aching arousal, consuming and bone deep, letting himself feel the way his new pussy throbs in time with his heart, feeling the way it gets wetter and wetter and wetter.

“You feel her?” Hyunjin murmurs. After Felix nods, he hums approvingly, then commands in a tone that leaves Felix weak, ”Good. Now grind.”

Breath shaky, Felix rolls his hips up into their hands, whimpering as Hyunjin presses firmer against him, gaze burning into his own.

“Yeah, just like that...” Hyunjin’s lips brush his ear with every word, breath warm as the blonde continues to slowly grind against himself. “We've got all day before anyone comes back. Don't rush it. Don't pressure yourself.”

“But, hyung, I need to c-”

“And you will. I'll make sure of it.”

The words send a molten hot thrill through Felix’s entire body, and his jellified knees wobble. Mischievous smirk on his lips, Hyunjin catches him with arms around his middle before his legs manage to fully give out.

“Easy, baby…” Hyunjin chuckles, rubbing at Felix’s waist, “Let's get you to bed before you end up on the ground again, yeah?”

The furious flush on Felix’s cheeks refuses to die down.

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Once in Felix’s room, the brunette instructs him to lay while Hyunjin locks the door behind them. Heart pounding, Felix fusses with the mess he left of his sheets and blankets for a moment before settling comfortably back against a mountain of pillows and plushies. Nerves churning in his stomach, he glances around, looking anywhere but at Hyunjin, thighs pressed tight together. It's silly, he knows, trying to shield something Hyunjin has already seen, trying to guard the wet, throbbing shame lurking between his thighs like a living, breathing thing. Felix has never been shy about his body, about changing around the members or flashing his abs to thousands of Stay, but this — showing Hyunjin parts of his body that are so new, parts he hasn't even fully explored for himself, yet, in this one-on-one setting — it feels raw. Real.

Vulnerable.

Steeling himself, Felix glances at Hyunjin, the brunette waiting with crossed arms and an expectant brow raised as Felix hesitates. And that simple sight alone — that aura of easy dominance and quiet authority that Hyunjin can so easily give off — would be enough to turn Felix into a horny puddle of goo even under normal circumstances. But now, laying here on the precipice of something so intimate… god.

Finally, Felix settles, and the brunette approaches, hands landing on freckled thighs, touch red hot. And, fuck, Hyunjin’s hands — so big, so masculine, yet still so elegant, with his long fingers, prominent veins, and mismatched black-patterned nails. They smooth up Felix’s thighs, raising goosebumps across his flesh, then, with a gentle pressure, guide them up and apart.

“Ahh-” Heart pounding, Felix whimpers as Hyunjin holds his gaze, sharp with that intensity only Hyunjin can convey. Dark eyes remain trained on his own — searching, wordlessly checking to make sure Felix is okay, an act they've mastered after years of living in front of cameras and on stages. It's a look that makes Felix feel safe — cracks open his heart in a way he wasn't prepared for.

After what feels like an eternity of Hyunjin's gaze piercing him, finally, those dark eyes drop.

And then it's quiet — too quiet — tension pulled taught as Felix awaits the inevitable snap. There's a humiliating little thrill in being so exposed, willingly opening up and baring himself completely while Hyunjin remains fully clothed, standing calm and relaxed above him as Felix lays spread out like a pretty little feast. It sets the tone for a power dynamic that has blood rushing in Felix’s ears. Already, he feels himself slipping towards that familiar, comforting headspace of submission; aching with the need to let go, to please, to gain approval, to be good.

Oh, how he longs to be good for Hyunjin. They've never openly discussed their sexual preferences in that much detail, but Felix just knows that Hyunjin would be into it.

The silence drags on. Felix squirms a little, growing self conscious.

“Hyung..?”

Snapping back to attention, Hyunjin blinks, eyes a bit dazed when they meet Felix’s own, lips parted. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, expression softening.

“Yeah…” Breathless, he clears his throat. “...yeah. I'm here, sunshine. You're just- you're so-” Hyunjin smiles to himself, shaking his head, faint hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. “Fuck. You're so beautiful.”

And Felix knows that look — that dazed, dreamy, almost sheepish expression Hyunjin wears after caught staring at Felix for too long. He's seen the clips, the TikTok compilations of Hyunjin looking at him like Felix hung the moon, eyes soft — lovestruck. And he's tried desperately not to read too much into it, writing it off as Hyunjin's aesthetic side being caught up by Felix’s beauty — which, admittedly, can border on otherworldly at times (a fact which still boggles his own mind). But, fuck. Being faced with it again, now of all times-

Heart caught in his throat, Felix can only stare in return as Hyunjin blinks away the daze from his eyes, refocusing on the present. And, oh, if Felix thought his gaze was burning before- Now? Now it's scorching, peeling back layer after layer until Felix feels like Hyunjin is gazing into his very soul. He's never felt so exposed, so seen.

And that's when Hyunjin's touch finally reaches the plump, outermost folds of Felix’s cunt, flushed hot and swollen with arousal. The blonde fists the sheets in his hands, heart pounding.

“So, so beautiful…” Hyunjin breathes. “Most beautiful person I know, inside and out. An angel. My angel.” As praise drips from Hyunjin’s tongue, sweeter than honey, he thumbs over the smooth skin, then tugs, biting his lip and staring with unwavering, rapt attention as he spreads Felix open. Then Hyunjin’s voice drops low, dark, filthy, “An angel with the prettiest little pussy I've ever fucking seen.“

A whine leaves Felix’s lips at those words, face flushed with a new wash of embarrassment as his lower lips separate, the cool air hitting his exposed, soaked cunt.

“Just look at you…” Hyunjin murmurs, slowly caressing two fingers between Felix’s labia. “All red and swollen, so fuckin’ sensitive…” His mouth curls up into a teasing grin. “You really have been at this for hours, haven't you?”

“Hyunjin…” Felix whines, covering his face with his hands.

The brunette hums, still teasing between Felix’s folds. “Poor baby… Blew off the whole group to stay home and rub at your needy little cunt all day, but you still can't get anywhere~”

“Hyunjin-”

“What?” Hyunjin asks, feigning innocence. Grinning to himself, he pinches Felix’s clit, laughing as the blonde jolts and yelps, hands flying down to grab his forearm, eyes wide, heart thundering from the shock of pleasure. “What, pretty baby?” Hyunjin probes with a tilt of his head, bracing a hand next to Felix’s head and leaning in, crowding the younger. “What do you need?”

Fuck me! Felix wants to scream, Take me, own me, ruin me!

“You!” Felix settles on, flashing Hyunjin his best doe eyes, ready to beg if he must. Anything to get to come. “Need you so bad, Hyunjinnie-hyung…”

“Need me, hm?”

“Mmhm…” Felix flushes hard, lips loosened by raw longing, turned visceral and biting in his chest. “Think about your hands so much-”

“Yeah?” Hyunjin half asks, half growls, large hand palming over the throbbing heat between Felix’s thighs.

“Yes-” Felix moans — loud, shameless — unable to hold back as desires he's kept hidden for too long spill from his mouth. “Your hands, your mouth, your cock, fuck- need you inside me-”

Hyunjin groans deep in his throat, a tortured little sound. The blonde’s hips jolt off the bed, a wanton noise torn from his lips as Hyunjin traces over his slit. He's so wet, Hyunjin’s touch gliding embarrassingly smooth along his heated folds, stopping just shy of Felix’s clit before descending again, repeating the motion over and over and over. Purposeful. Deliberate. Calculated. Working him up.

“Oh, angel…” Hyunjin gently taps right over his hole — wet, obscene little patpatpats ringing loud in the room. A warm, grounding hand curls around his throat, tilting his jaw until their gazes lock. The air crackles, dense with sex and years of unspoken emotions. Hyunjin smirks, smug and devastating, dark eyes deep and glinting. “So fuckin’ wet, I’ve hardly even touched you. You need it that bad?”

Finally, his touch lands where Felix needs it most. Slow, tight circles massage against the hypersensitive nerves of his clit, the perfect amount of warm pressure on the swollen little bud. Chest heaving with labored breaths, Felix grips Hyunjin’s shirt in a tight fist.

“Hyung…” Felix whines, hiding his flushed face against Hyunjin's neck when the word comes out as little more than a slutty moan. Shivering, Felix arches his back, shyly tilting his hips to gently rock into Hyunjin's touch. A hot pulse of arousal shoots from his cunt to his brain and back down when a fingertip dips into the soaked opening of his entrance, parting his folds, Felix’s breath hitching as it eases inside.

“That's it…” Hyunjin murmurs, voice dropping to a dirty whisper as his finger gives short little thrusts, reaching further and further into Felix’s body until buried to the final knuckle. “Open up for me...”

Felix shivers at the words, tightening his grip on Hyunjin's shirt as a second finger teases at his entrance, gliding alongside the first with minimal resistance. The stretch is there but it's… it's good — fuck, so good — especially as they scissor inside him, dragging against his walls with squelching wet strokes that leave Felix dizzy with embarrassed arousal.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Nngh, feels- ahh- feels good, just-”

Hyunjin curls them up just right, into a spot that lights up his nerve endings, a fog of heady pleasure rolling into his brain. It makes him feel full and empty at the same time, a thick, heavy ache deep inside his core, different than the desperate, frenzied ache of his clit. Thoughts turn blank. Words refuse to form. His mouth is open, but nothing is happening.

And Hyunjin just smirks — smug and dangerous — then presses up again. Harder. Firmer. Fingers hooked into that tender place with targeted precision.

“Too much?” Hyunjin asks, voice soft but eyes glinting with a self-satisfied spark.

“Fuck-” Felix finally manages words, attempting to verbalize the sensation, “It's- it's good but it's l-like a weird pressure, like- like you're tugging really deep inside me-” A shuddering gasp, free hand landing low on his abdomen, skin blooming with goosebumps. “Fuck, Hyunjin, you- ahh- you're inside me-”

The way Felix’s cunt clamps up around his fingers at the thought has that little smirk Hyunjin wears widening. And it's infuriating, yet so, so god damn hot Felix forgets to be mad about it. Especially when Hyunjin massages into that spot again, and again, and again, shallow little thrusts aimed perfectly, heel of his palm grinding into Felix’s still throbbing clit as his fingers squelch. Squirming, Felix gasps, breathing labored, grabbing at Hyunjin’s wrist yet makes no effort to tug him away.

“You gonna cum like this, angel baby?” The brunette exhales a soft little laugh, eyes devastatingly fond as he thumbs at Felix’s jaw. “Gonna fall apart for me this easy after making such a big fuss?”

And Felix can't speak, can't find the words to reply, can only whine out a breathy little hyung, overcome with the dizzying amount of sensation mixed with Hyunjin’s near reverential dirty talk. Felix exhales a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut as he melts under the attention, unable to watch Hyunjin’s beautiful face as he so effortlessly tears him apart.

“Mm, of course you are…” Hyunjin practically purrs, voice low in his ear. The combination of praise and humiliation mixes to form a warmth in his chest, mind slipping a little further into that needy, safe space. “Do it, then, Yongbok~” Hyunjin goads, and Felix feels himself get even wetter — cunt sucking in Hyunjin's fingers like it needs them to live. Arousal churns under his skin, alive and hungry. “Open your fucking eyes and cum for me.”

The command lands hard, and Felix’s lashes flutter open without thought. Wide doe eyes stare into Hyunjin's, brows furrowing and heart-shaped lips parting with a needy, wanton noise Felix barely recognizes as himself as the cresting pressure finally snaps.

Pleasure overrides his senses. With a strangled cry of Hyunjin's name, Felix shudders, near sobbing at the pure, overwhelming relief of hot release pouring up his spine, seeping through every nerve ending as he curls into the brunette. His hips roll as Hyunjin rubs him through it, cunt throbbing and pulsing as his mind blanks out, vision sparking with bursts of color, ears thrumming with his own thundering heartbeat.

It's intense — so fucking intense. Felix can barely think. Can barely breathe.

But Hyunjin doesn't stop.

Just as the spasms of his cunt begin to ease, a third finger buries alongside the two still languidly fucking into his still twitching hole. Squirming, he grips Hyunjin's bicep as his hips tremble, nails digging in. The overstimulation isn't quite painful, but it's still overwhelming — a hot, deep pressure that aches and tugs with each slick drag of those talented fingers against his sensitized, swollen up insides. And Hyunjin just keeps going, building another orgasm right on top of the previous, burning bright hot and blinding against nerve endings still singing with the echoes of his last.

“Hyung-” Felix half sobs, “Hyung-! ’s too muh- too much-”

“Too bad,” Hyunjin replies in his ear, breath hot, voice wrecked. “Be good, let hyung play with you.”

“Hyunjin-”

“Thought you needed to cum?” Hyunjin teases, fingers aimed for his g-spot with an almost cruel precision that renders Felix’s brain to little more than submissive mush. “Needed me to touch you? Needed me inside you?”

And it's so much… yet, Felix finds himself spreading his thighs wider, spine arching, craving more even as his cunt is still twitching with aftershocks. Those traitorous butterflies act up as Hyunjin nuzzles his neck, soft lips pressing adoring, open mouthed kisses against heated skin. Desperate and near delirious as he's pushed closer and closer to the peak of another orgasm, Felix clings to him — wanting to be good, to be pretty and perfect and his. But his cunt feels weird, the pleasure a strange mix of intensity and empty-full pressure.

“W-wait, feels- ahh-”

Hyunjin hums in question, not slowing down.

“Feels like I'm gonna-” Felix flushes bright red. “-like- I'm g-onna piss-”

Hyunjin leans back enough to catch his eye, a mischievous grin curling his lips. His fingers pick up speed.

“You won't.”

“But-”

“Hush,” Hyunjin insists, shifting. Lips attach to his throat, hot and soft, trailing down Felix’s chest heaving with labored breaths. A large hand cups one of his breasts, groping appreciatively before circling his thumb around a peaked nipple. Felix gasps, shuddering as he feels Hyunjin grin against his skin.

“Sensitive baby…” The brunette murmurs against his sternum, voice laced with amusement. Then, those plush lips close around Felix’s nipple, sucking as Hyunjin's tongue swipes over the bud — warm, wet, silky-soft.

“Shit-!” Felix cries out, arching up into his mouth, hand flying to tangle into dark locks. Hyunjin hums against him, sucking harder, fingers curling up firmer against his insides as Felix’s hips mindlessly grind down, desperate for more, thumb now working over the bud of his clit. The strange pressure inside him crests, and Felix keens, head tossing back as pleasure burns through him. “Hyunjin-”

The older detaches from his nipple with a wet pop, leaning up to whisper low in Felix’s ear, “C’mon, baby. Let go.”

Hesitant, Felix bites his lip. “But-”

A sharp pinch to his nipple cuts his protest short, Hyunjin leaning back to meet his gaze, dark eyes sharp and commanding, voice velvety smooth.

“Be a good girl and cum for hyung.”

Felix forgets how to breathe.

It's instantaneous, the way his muscles seize, thighs tensing, cunt clenching around the fingers inside him hard. Something inside of him snaps. And just like that, his cunt is soaked, and he would believe he did piss if that weird, deep pressure wasn't releasing in hot little spurts, pulsing in time with each orgasmic convulsion.

“Fuck yeah,” Hyunjin says, breathless, staring down where their bodies connect with a heated gaze. A whimper slips from his lips as he watches his cunt squirt more release — coating Hyunjin's hand, arm, pants, the sheets — the sight a strange, heady mix of erotic embarrassment. “Fuck, Lixie, pretty baby- so good, so perfect-”

The words leave Felix trembling, dazed by the praise and overstimulation as Hyunjin grips his nape, guiding him into a heated kiss. Slowly palming at his soaked cunt, Hyunjin eases him back from that overwhelmed ledge, Felix panting and moaning into the sloppy make out, still hazy, still needy. And then Hyunjin is moving, mouthing at his sweaty skin in a determined downward descent until pillowy lips place a wet, open mouthed kiss right over Felix’s twitching clit. The blonde squeals, squirms, begging hyung, no, I can't, please, please, I can't, ‘s too much-

“Hyung?” Hyunjin glances up with a smirk and a little glint in his eyes, then pins him down by his trembling hips. “Shouldn't it be oppa right now, angel?”

Breath ghosts over slick-soaked skin, lips hovering close, and Felix aches for them. Brow raised, Hyunjin tilts his head, waiting.

This isn't wholly unfamiliar territory — it began as a stupid, silly joke spawned from one of Felix’s more androgynous looks in their early years;

“So you don't want me to call you hyung…” Felix said with a coy grin, shifting his hips just enough to make the skirt softly twirl and flutter around his thighs. “...but what about oppa?”

In the moment, Hyunjin had laughed, play-flirting back, and they resumed the bit every time Felix was styled a skirt.

And then when he wore the hair extensions, too.

And then on days Felix just felt more feminine.

After that, it became a thing between them, something the others noted with raised brows and knowing grins but never addressed. And though Felix had yet to have a full conversation with Hyunjin about his… complicated relationship with gender, Hyunjin picked up on it. During the times his mental health was especially low, Felix would even wake to a simple text from the tall brunette, inviting him to specify am I hyung or oppa today?

Sometimes, Felix didn't answer — sometimes he didn't know, himself. But Hyunjin never pushed Felix. He never questioned it. He never treated him differently. Hyunjin just gave him the choice and accepted his answer — accepted him.

Somehow, Hyunjin just understood. He just knew.

The same way he knows right now.

They lock eyes, Hyunjin’s brow still raised, eyes warm, patiently waiting.

“Yes, oppa-” Felix swallows thickly, blinking back the oncoming tears. God, why does he have to cry so easily? “‘m sorry-”

“Hey,” Hyunjin calls, voice softer, thumb smoothing over Felix’s hip in wordless comfort. “Nothing to apologize for, okay?”

A soft kiss lands on the plush of Felix’s inner thigh, then another in the junction where leg becomes groin. Dark eyes flash up to Felix’s own, and after a nod of consent from the blonde, Hyunjin makes a show of opening his mouth to place a broad lick over puffy folds, following up with little targeted ones to his clit. And it's so good — so so so good. Felix’s toes curl, eyes rolling back and mouth opening in a broken cry as the wet warmth of Hyunjin's tongue soothes the relentless ache. Mindlessly, Felix reaches down, hand gripping Hyunjin's short, cropped hair — just long enough to get his fingers into and tug. Lashes fluttering, Hyunjin groans deep in his throat, eyes dark and half-lidded when he sets his gaze on Felix once more.

“Angelic little cunt,” Hyunjin breathes against his dripping folds, “Tastes like fuckin' heaven-”

With that, Hyunjin dives in, tongue reaching deeper, dipping into Felix’s entrance still gaping from fingerfucking. Full, plush lips close over Felix’s still twitching clit and suck as he skillfully flicks his tongue, fingers joining to curl inside and massage at that same tender spot. Felix writhes, tugging at the short strands in his grip, panting and whining, unable to control himself as his thighs clamp shut around Hyunjin's head. And Hyunjin only doubles down, sucking at his pussy as if it can sustain him, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud just right, hitting a nerve that has Felix’s entire body melting then tensing in waves. Hips rising off the bed, Felix arches, mindlessly attempting to yank Hyunjin closer, riding his face and fingers on instinct as the brunette tears another shuddering, mind shattering orgasm from his cunt. His pussy flutters beautifully, gushing hot and squirting with each deliberate press of those long fingers inside of him, fully under Hyunjin's control.

“Shit…” Hyunjin mutters as his mouth finally detaches with a wet, slick sound, plush lips swollen and red, lower face soaked. Humming, Hyunjin rests his head on a freckled thigh, palming him through the aftershocks, Felix grateful for the deep, warm pressure on his oversensitive cunt. Dark eyes observe him, dazed in that lovestruck way that makes Felix’s heart race. “Does my pretty girl like getting her pussy eaten?”

“Yes, oppa...” Flushing, Felix flutters his eyes closed, bashful over Hyunjin's phrasing, his intense stare. “Um, t-thank you. You didn't have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” A kiss lands on his thigh. “Fuck, Lixie-baby, I could live between your legs.”

That gets a laugh from Felix — breathy and strained as he's still floating in overstimulation — but it breaks the awkwardness he felt creeping in.

“Yongbok…” Hyunjin breathes after a moment, voice unbearably fond, hardly more than a whisper. He bumps the tip of his nose to Felix’s thigh. “Can I have you?”

He doesn't specify, but Felix knows what he means.

“Please-” Felix all but begs.

With a small smile, Hyunjin places a gentle peck to freckled skin, then stands to quickly shed his clothes, Felix watching as each inch of smooth skin is exposed until Hyunjin stands bare before him; gorgeous, perfect, and unbelievably hard. One hand takes his cock, all long fingers and prominent veins and shifting, flexing tendons as he grips the base and lazily strokes. His eyes are half-lidded, watching Felix watch him, and if the blonde wasn't already so overwhelmed, he would drop to his knees right there and worship Hyunjin's dick the way he’s always fantasized about.

But that will have to wait for another day.

Because Hyunjin is already shifting Felix farther up the bed like he weighs nothing, climbing up to kneel between his thighs. He's still stroking himself, now hovering mere inches above Felix’s pussy, biting his lip as they both stare. Breath hitching, Felix spreads his legs wider, angles his hips better, and grips the sheet in fists when Hyunjin taps his soaked folds with the soft, plush tip. The wet smacksmacksmack has sticky embarrassment leaking from his cunt, and Hyunjin grins, pressing down and rutting the heavy length of his dick against the wet heat. And the way his whole body flows in one smooth motion, abs contracting deliciously–

“Fuck-” Felix pants, blindly reaching out to grasp at Hyunjin's arm. “Oppa, oh- oh god…”

“Yeah-” Teeth sink into Hyunjin's bottom lip, head falling back in his own pleasure. “So wet, baby, so warm- fuck-”

“In..!” Felix whines, impatiently tapping Hyunjin's bicep. “Please, put it in!”

Huffing out a laugh, Hyunjin snatches his wrist, lacing their fingers and pinning his hand to the mattress beside his head.

“So needy…” Hyunjin tuts, but acquiesces, free hand angling himself to tease between puffy, swollen folds. Then he freezes, eyes flitting up to Felix’s. “Shit. Uh- where are your condoms?”

“Noo…” Felix whines, squeezing Hyunjin's hand tight, free arm looping around his neck. “Need to feel you, Jinnie-“

“Yongbokkie, baby, you-” Hyunjin stops, starts over. “We don't know if you can get, y’know…”

“Just pull out,” Felix insists, “We can go get backup after, too, just- oppa, please-”

“Shh, okay, okay…” Hyunjin places a lingering kiss to his forehead, and Felix feels as his lips curl into a grin. “Don't have to try so hard to convince me to raw you, angel.”

Just as Felix opens his mouth for a sassy little retort, Hyunjin presses in, and whatever words he planned die on his tongue, overtaken by a loud, breathy, desperate sound. Because, fuck, Hyunjin is so big, so thick-

As Hyunjin gently presses on with little thrusts that slowly plunge ever deeper, Felix feels like a part of his brain shuts off — like Hyunjin's dick hit some hidden button deep inside him that turns him into a mindless, desperate slut. Because all he can think about is how good it feels, how hot Hyunjin looks above him, how perfectly his big dick is stretching his little virgin cunt out, reaching everywhere he wants — and Hyunjin still isn't in all the way. His brain is a loop of Hyunjin Hyunjin Hyunjin, more more more.

Finally, Hyunjin bottoms out, hips pressing flush to Felix’s, thick cock heavy inside his pulsing walls. His eyes flutter open, finding Hyunjin already gazing at him. And Felix has no idea what kind of expression he's making, but it must be something dazed and fucked out, because Hyunjin nuzzles his cheek, voice raspy and strained with restraint, “Does it hurt?”

“No, oppa…” Felix breathes. They're both panting, Felix unable to resist clenching around him, adjusting to the satisfying stretch. Hyunjin twitches inside him. “It's just- you're so- ah… so deep-”

Grinning, Hyunjin gently rocks his hips, cock dragging slow, and Felix swears he can feel each vein. Heart-shaped lips part in a soundless moan, free hand scrambling for purchase, nails digging into broad shoulders. It feels like his heart is skipping beats, like he's being reduced down to the points of contact he has with Hyunjin's body, each brush of skin amplified.

“Oh god, Hyunjin-” Felix pants out, choking on a moan as the brunette continues to rock into him, slow and purposeful. It's overwhelming, suffocating in the best way, but it's still… “How-” Felix chokes on a moan, wraps his legs around Hyunjin's waist, eyes rolling at the shift in angle. The back of Hyunjin's head is already coated in sweat, shortly cropped hair damp where Felix places his hand to pull him closer, breath mingling between them. “How is it that you’re inside me and I still- ahh- I still want you closer?”

Hyunjin's movements falter, dark eyes widening. Something in his gaze shifts, a mix of shock, awe, and something else — something soft, something fragile.

“Oh, Felix…” Hyunjin murmurs, lowering until his body is fully pressed to Felix’s own, chest to chest, skin to skin. A strong arm curls beneath the small of his back, the other releasing his hand to wind around his shoulders, tucking him up into Hyunjin's embrace. “Oh, my Lixie… my baby… my sweetheart-” Hyunjin’s voice is more emotional with each word, face buried into blonde hair, hips grinding slow and deep.

“Jinnie..?” Felix asks when he feels the brunette tremble. “What's wrong?”

Shaking his head, Hyunjin squeezes him tighter.

“Nothing, baby, nothing. Just- just love you so much, Yongbokkie.”

Melting, Felix swallows the lump of emotion clawing its way up his own throat, carding his fingers through short, sweat-damp hair.

“I love you too, Hyunjinnie.”

Hyunjin leans back, just enough to rest their foreheads together, hand slipping to Felix’s nape to hold him in place. His eyes are closed, lashes brushing his cheekbones, bottom lip caught between his teeth — so beautiful Felix wants to cry. The next roll of his hips hits something electric, and Felix gasps sharply, legs tightening around Hyunjin's slim waist, pleasure burning along his veins. Long lashes flutter open, Hyunjin's eyes dark and deep as he meets Felix’s gaze.

“You have no idea,” He murmurs, voice low, heavy with desire, “No fucking idea how much I love you — how much I want you. And you're the one afraid you won't be able to stop once you have a taste?” Hyunjin breathes a laugh, though it lacks humor. “My Felix. My Yongbok. My angel-” Lips brush his ear, Hyunjin's voice gravelly, barely more than a whisper, “You’re mine. You know that, right?”

The possessive words send tingles down his spine, Felix left gazing up at the brunette with big, boba eyes as Hyunjin shifts position, propping up for more leverage, strong arms flexing deliciously. A sudden, sharp snap of hips has Felix crying out, clinging to Hyunjin’s shoulders, cunt gushing a fresh wave of wetness. Long fingers curl around his throat — not providing pressure, not yet, but offering a solid, grounding reminder.

“Don't be rude, sunshine~” Hyunjin smirks, snapping his hips harder, angling strategically to batter Felix’s weakest point. “I asked a question.”

Mind already drifting, Felix instantly folds, eager to please, craving that open vulnerability that comes with the hazy fog of pleasure — desperate for it with Hyunjin, specifically.

“Y-yes, I-” Whimpering, Felix cups Hyunjin's face, small hands soft and gentle. “I've always been yours, Hyunjin.”

Something shifts in the air. Fingers tighten around his neck.

“Always, huh?” Hyunjin asks, tone taking on an emotion Felix can't place.

…did he miss something?

“Y-yeah…”

A harder thrust — sharp, jostling his small body. Then another, even harder. And another, harder, still. Hyunjin's gaze darkens, expression shifting into that intense ferocity he usually reserves for performances, that Felix has only seen leak out during his more volatile emotional outbursts.

“Hyun-”

Hips begin snapping into him harshly, pace brutal — almost punishing.

“If that's true, then why-” Hyunjin grits out, tone darker, jaw muscles clenching under Felix’s touch. “In that fucking 2 Kids Room, Felix-” Felix’s blood goes cold, breath stilling, tensing all over. “Why did you say you just wanted to be friends?”

“I- nngh, ah, Hyunjin, s-slow down, I can't-can't think like this…”

Frustration mounting, Hyunjin growls — actually growls — sitting back on his heels and yanking Felix with him by the hips, refusing to part. The new angle and the force with which Hyunjin impales him on his cock punches a loud moan from Felix, thighs quivering as Hyunjin shoves in deep and grinds up.

“You don't need to think,” Hyunjin insists, thumb finding Felix’s already abused clit to further torment the defenseless bud. “Just be honest with me, Felix!”

“Hyunjin-!” Felix squeals, body writhing at the intense burst of pleasure. The new angle has each powerful thrust battering his g-spot, the touch on his clit unrelenting and merciless as Felix hurtles towards another orgasm. “Oppa, please-!”

“No.” Just as the blinding light of euphoria is about to hit, Hyunjin yanks his hand away, cock going still inside him. “You don't get to cum until you answer.”

“Mean.” Pouting, Felix glares up at Hyunjin with all the intimidation of a wet kitten, tears dotting his lashes, clit throbbing and pussy clenching sadly with the denial. Petulantly, he tries to rock his hips, to get any scrap of friction to push him over the edge, but a sharp glare from the brunette and a pinch to his inner thigh halt that.

“Do not fucking push me right now, sunshine.”

Breath finally steadying and head clearing a bit, Felix reaches for Hyunjin's hand. And though knows Hyunjin is upset with him — angry with him — the brunette still allows it, still weaves his fingers with Felix’s own shorter ones. Melting, Felix squeezes his hand, inhales a steadying breath… and word vomits without thought.

“I- I wasn't thinking at the time, Hyunjin-ah.” At the stricken, hurt expression on the brunette’s face, Felix quickly clarifies, “Not like that! I meant everything I said about how much you mean to me, how important you are to me, how I- how I feel so strongly about you…” Felix inhales a shaky breath. “But- but we were on camera. There were staff all around, and so many more were going to see it with editing, and- and I just couldn't stop talking even though you weren't saying anything-” All the emotion from that day floods back; the embarrassment, the shame, the cold burn of unrequited love. Vision blurring with tears, he’s barely able to make out how Hyunjin's expression softens. “And you avoided me after- after I opened up my heart like that-” Felix hiccups, choking on a sob, and covers his face with his free hand. “Why- why didn't you say anything, Hyunjin?”

“Felix-” Though he can't see it, Felix can tell from the wobble in his voice that Hyunjin is crying, too. Strong arms wrap around him, Felix going willingly as Hyunjin tugs until he's straddling his lap, both wordlessly taking care not to disconnect where their bodies join, needing the extra closeness. The brunette hugs him tightly, face buried in blonde hair as Felix clings to his shoulders.

“Lixie, baby... I was trying to listen, to make sure I was understanding your English and not just imagining what I wanted to hear. Trying to find to find the right words to say back. Trying to not let it show on my face how fucking in love with you I am.” Hyunjin pauses to gasp in a shaky breath. “And I was just so… so confused, and so hurt, and- so angry, so frustrated, because you said all these things I'd wanted to hear for so long, but then you followed it up with that. And it was like- like you were trying to take it back before I even had a chance to tell you how I felt-”

“Oh- oh, Hyunjinnie…” Sniffling Felix leans back, taking Hyunjin's wet cheeks in his hands, guilt eating away at his chest when he thinks of how little time he gave Hyunjin. “I- 'm so sorry- God, I- I'm so stupid. I should've given you more time to process, I should've-”

“Don’t apologize, angel, please-” Hyunjin shakes his head, eyes pleading. “I should've tried to talk to you again-”

“But-”

“Felixie-” Hyunjin shushes him with a finger on his lips, mouth curling into a watery smile, a strained laugh that breaks through the tension like the moon after a stormy night. “Hush. I'm an idiot for taking what you said on camera as the whole truth at face value.”

“We're both dumbasses, okay?” Felix says, soft lips catching on the pad of Hyunjin's finger where it still presses to them.

“Okay… I can agree to that” Hyunjin relents with a smile, “As the leader of Paboracha, I declare this as your formal induction.”

They both break out into watery, teary giggles, leaning their foreheads together. As Felix Leans back, dark eyes linger on heart-shaped lips, and soon, two fingers are tracing Felix's bottom lip, touch featherlight. “So what now?” Fingertips trail across a freckled cheek, mapping out little patterns only Hyunjin can see.

“Well…” Felix shifts his hips, clenches around the thickness still inside him. “There's still this…”

Breath hitching, Hyunjin cups his cheek, other palm settling on his lower back. Plush lips curl into a teasing grin, eyes glinting with something dark, something hungry.

“Hmm…” Hyunjin hums in mock contemplation, “Came three times and still not satisfied? What a greedy little cunt you have, Lix…” His grin turns sharper, eyes narrowing slightly. “Though, that's really not much of a change for you, is it? You've always been a desperate slut.”

Something about the tone Hyunjin uses makes Felix utterly melt. His eyes turn round, glistening as he gazes at the brunette’s hooded, siren-like eyes. His face flushes hot, and he feels as it creeps down to the tops of his breasts.

A thumb traces over his bottom lip, gentle and soft, barely even tugging at the skin as Hyunjin's eyes follow the movement. Then, they flit up to meet Felix’s own. Piercing, burning. Felix doesn't even think, just parts his mouth as Hyunjin presses inside, lips wrapping around the digit as it meets his tongue. His lashes flutter, breath hitching when Hyunjin begins to gently pump, in and out. Slow. Deliberate.

“Yeah…” Hyunjin mutters, voice low, “...desperate. Such a needy, sensitive little thing, aren't you?”

Eyes pleading, Felix nods, heart pounding against his ribs as Hyunjin slips from his mouth. “W-want-” Pink lips glistening, Felix gasps in a soft sound. “Wanna come on your cock, oppa…” Feeling brave, Felix rolls his hips, brows pinching at the hot zap of pleasure which shoots through his body. “Wanna come with it inside, please-”

“Yeah?” With a smirk that has no right to be as attractive as it is, Hyunjin slouches back with a raised brow, all cool, confident aura, oozing sex appeal. “Go ahead, then. Give me a good show.”

Hands settle on freckled thighs, groping high, thumbs dangerously close to Felix’s plump little pussy lips, all flushed rosy and slick with smeared arousal, puffy from hours of relentless rubbing. His little clit aches. It's poking up invitingly from where Hyunjin's cock keeps his cunt split so wide open, begging for more attention. It would be all too easy for Hyunjin to be mean — to hold Felix in place and pinch, slap, thumb at the sensitive bud and force orgasm after orgasm out of the blonde until he goes cockdumb.

Fuck. Just the thought has Felix slipping, mind hazing, inside of his skull fluffed up with cottony fuzz. Biting his lip, he rolls his hips, shuddering through a moan as heat blooms low in his belly, the wet drag of Hyunjin's cock heavy, tugging deep as he works into a slow, steady grind. Everything is overwhelming, hot and suffocating. This is far from his first time riding dick, but he can't think through the sticky static in his brain, can't remember how to move, how to do more than shift back and forth on Hyunjin's lap like a virgin, tugging at his own hair while his other hand hovers awkwardly in the air, trying not to drool.

“Ahh-” Felix breathes out a moan, tingling all over. “Wan-wanna be good for you, Hyunjinnie-oppa, promise- wan' it so bad-”

The desperation in his voice must be louder than Felix intends, because Hyunjin grips his jaw and angles until their eyes meet. And, fuck, Hyunjin's gaze is back to that compelling intensity that makes Felix want give and obey and be useful-

“Still with me, Lixiah?”

Eyes unfocused, Felix breathes a yes, oppa. Hyunjin observes him a moment, taking in his dazed, hazy expression.

“Tell oppa how you feel, baby.”

“Good!” Felix bites his lip but is unable to be embarrassed by his eagerness, hips still rocking, chest heaving. “Oppa makes me feel so, so good... N’ floaty, too… I wuh- wanna be good, please-”

“Shh…” Hyunjin soothes, taking his tiny hand to press a kiss to the knuckles. “You are good. So sweet, doing so well for me, my pretty, pretty baby…” Hyunjin swallows thickly when Felix gives a needy whine, spreading his legs further. Long lashes flutter against freckled-kissed skin, flush blooming high on his cheekbones as Felix visibly preens from the praise. “You have a safe word, Lixie?”

“Usually- hahh- usually do colors…” Blinking, Felix seeks out Hyunjin's gaze, boba eyes glistening and vulnerable. “Is-is that okay?”

Hyunjin melts.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. Whatever you're comfortable with, yeah?”

Felix nods, squeezes Hyunjin's hand, shivering when he thumbs at his hip.

“What are your limits, angel?”

The blonde pinches his brows, nose scrunching, expression adorable as he thinks. “N-none…” After considering a moment longer, he shakes his head. “None with you, at least.”

Melting even more at the sweet sentiment, Hyunjin nods. “Alright.”

Hyunjin knows they'll need to discuss that more later, when Felix is in a better state of mind. But, luckily for Hyunjin, Felix is a bad liar and has made some preferences painfully obvious over the years.

“Come on, baby…” Large hands land on Felix’s tiny waist, guiding his movement. “Don't act like you don't know how to do body rolls.”

Flustered, Felix opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a slutty little moan as the adjustment sends Hyunjin even deeper, and Felix is so full, so stuffed with Hyunjin's cock he swears can feel it in his throat. Muscle memory takes over, and soon Felix is leaning back, both hands braced on Hyunjin's thighs as he rolls down onto his dick with smooth, fluid motions, picking up speed as each pass over his g-spot has him more desperate than the last, lost in a fog of carnal desire.

And Felix is a fucking vision; golden hair falling around freckled shoulders, long lashes, flushed cheeks, face so sweet and innocent while his body is doing the most sensual, sinful moves, bouncing himself on Hyunjin's cock like he was made for it.

Warm and grounding, Hyunjin's hands travel; up to cup his bouncing breasts and pinch at reddened nipples, then down to trace across his bulging stomach, grope at his hips, smooth along his thighs. Finally, they land high on his upper thighs, thumbs once again teasing over Felix’s puffy pussy lips, tugging to spread them even further. A cocky grin makes its way onto Hyunjin's face as Felix’s entire body shivers, hips losing rhythm as his clit throbs, the poor little thing utterly neglected. Grin turning mean, Hyunjin drifts his thumbs closer — giving Felix false hope — just to tug his cunt lips further apart, leaving his swollen little clit exposed and defenseless.

Felix whines. Loud.

“Aw, poor baby…” Hyunjin coos with mock sympathy and a sharp, powerful thrust of his hips, jostling the blonde. Felix squirms, unable to find words to verbalize what he wants through the haze.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Touch me-” Frustrated, Felix grabs at Hyunjin’s wrists, trying to force his touch where he wants it. The brunette doesn't budge.

“Don't be a brat, Lixie-baby~” Hyunjin sing songs, massaging teasing circles on either side of his clit while staunchly avoiding the starved bud as Felix pouts.

“Bu-” Before Felix can even finish the word Hyunjin is moving, Felix finding himself empty and face planted into his mattress in a matter of seconds. His brain lags, trying to catch up, distress mounting at Hyunjin's absence. “Oppa..?”

Just as tears begin to build, a hand lands on his back, rubbing soothingly up his spine.

“Hey, I'm here. It's okay.”

The plush head of Hyunjin's dick rubs between his folds, and Felix feels the tension in his muscles melt away.

“Color, angel?”

“Green,” Felix breathes. “So green...”

With that, Hyunjin fucks back inside with one long, deep stroke, the position causing new, overwhelming sensations. Felix rocks back, grinds onto it, moaning loud into the duvet as Hyunjin rolls his hips forward.

“S’ deep-” Felix lifts his face to slur, dazed, “Oppa’s s’ big-”

Behind him, Hyunjin gives a strained, breathy laugh. “Yeah? You like it, baby?” He punctuates his words with a sharp smack to the fat of Felix’s ass.

“Ah- Love it, love oppa’s cock, s’ good, fits my pussy so good-” Felix dips, arching his back to better present his behind, aching for more, for harder, for that familiar bite of pain. “Again- please, again-”

Hyunjin tsks yet obliges, warm palm smoothing over Felix’s skin before landing another, sharper blow, groping at the stinging flesh as Felix moans, pussy fluttering around the thick stretch inside him.

“Knew you're a pain slut.”

The degrading words mixed with the sting have Felix melting, whimpering, desperately fucking back onto Hyunjin's dick. The next spank is harder, echoing loudly in the room. Felix freezes, yelping at the sharp bite, lightly kicking his feet as it blurs into a throbbing sting that pulses in his cunt.

"Color, baby? Too hard?"

"Green! Green, green, green! Fuck, Hyunjin, s' perfect-"

With a breathy giggle at Felix's enthusiasm, Hyunjin finally sets about fucking Felix in earnest. And, god, fucking is absolutely the correct term for the way the brunette pins Felix down by the shoulders and begins to brutally, relentlessly snap his hips, cock slipping almost completely out just to plunge back in—deep and fast and hard. Each ruthless thrust is backed by eight years of pent up yearning, Hyunjin pounding into Felix’s slicked up cunt like he’s claiming it, like he wants to own it, to mold Felix’s soft, swollen, sensitive walls to the shape of his cock. All Felix can do is lay there and take it, mind blanking out as his leaking cunt is speared open again and again, squealing and clenching up each time the fat head of Hyunjin's cock presses into that super-sensitive spot inside him.

A hand tangles in Felix’s hair, tugging his head to the side as Hyunjin leans over him, sweat coated chest pressed to Felix’s back and strong arms caging him in. Like this, Felix can feel each beat of Hyunjin's pounding heart reverberating inside his own body, can feel each vein of his thick cock where it drags inside of him as Hyunjin eases his feral fucking down to slow, deep body rolls that somehow make Felix feel even more full, even more thoroughly fucked. His clit throbs, beyond sore yet screaming for attention as Hyunjin's cock keeps his pussy spread obscenely wide.

Blindly, Felix seeks out Hyunjin’s free hand with his own, lacing their fingers together and gripping tightly, Hyunjin pinning it to the bed as he rolls his hips, cock dragging deliciously against Felix’s walls.

“Yes, ahh- fuck, yes!” Felix clenches around him, pleasure burning in his belly as another orgasm builds. “Please-”

Huffing out an amused chuckle, Hyunjin angles his thrusts to hit Felix’s g-spot dead on. “Don’t worry, baby, I know what you need…” Hyunjin murmurs in his ear, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course...”

“If it's too much and you can't speak, tap my thigh three times, okay?”

“Okay,” Felix breathes. Then Hyunjin's arm slips around his collarbone — no, around his neck — forcing Felix to arch, coming face to face with his fucked out reflection in the mirror across from his bed. His hair is a sweaty, tangled mess, expression fucked out and dazed, a flush darkening from the tips of his ears all the way below where the tops of his tits lay pressed against the mattress. Hyunjin meets his gaze in the reflection, looking just as fucked out as Felix yet twice as delicious — sweat dripping from his brow, pupils blown wide, lips bitten-red. With a smirk, he flexes his arm, veins popping out and muscles bulging around Felix’s neck as he tugs back, forcing Felix to further arch his spine off the bed, and oh god oh fuck, is Hyunjin really-

“Doing so good for me, baby. So pretty like this…”

Shocked and unbelievably turned on, Felix feels his cunt clench around Hyunjin's dick, resting thick and heavy inside of him, unmoving as the brunette adjusts to their new position. Then he's flexing, arm curling tighter, restricting Felix’s airflow in the best way possible.

“Remember, tap my thigh three times if it's too much.” Hyunjin nuzzles his hair, voice dipping into a whisper, "I love you, angel."

With that, Hyunjin presses a kiss to his temple, and then his hips are moving, cock back to splitting him open with obscene squelching-wet thrusts in Felix’s fucked-sloppy cunt. Unable to think, all Felix can do is stare ahead and watch as his own reflection goes wide eyed, brows furrowed, bitten, spit-slick lips open in a soundless moan, tits jiggling where his chest has risen from the mattress. Mindlessly, his hands scramble for purchase, one finding Hyunjin’s bicep and the other a soft, squishy breast, squeezing both and keening a moan. Desperately, he tries to fuck back into Hyunjin's movements, to get more of that roughness in his pussy, too, but he can't.

Hyunjin hums, snapping his hips harder. “God, look at yourself, Lixie. You're really loving this, aren't you? Turning into a fucking cockdumb whore.”

The scathing words cause Felix to whine, a pulse of heat fluttering in his lower abdomen as Hyunjin continues to pound harder into his hole. His face is turning red, eyes watering from the chokehold, the overstimulation, the rough treatment, the needy, hazy headspace — he isn't sure. All Felix knows is that he's close, so close, he needs it. With a deep groan, Hyunjin shifts, Felix gasping in a breath as his neck is released, whining at the loss of pressure on his windpipe and the emptiness of his aching pussy. Though it's not for long, as Hyunjin quickly resettles and yanks Felix back onto his length with a harsh tug that has the blonde moaning brokenly, then manhandles him onto his weak knees, back pressing to Hyunjin's chest, leaning his weight onto the brunette as the security of his arm loops back around his neck. Hyunjin flexes, tightening, fucking up into Felix with harsh, deep strokes that scramble his brain. Like this, Felix is on full display for both of them, his new body a ragdoll for Hyunjin to play with as he pleases. With a dark little glint in his eye, Hyunjin wraps his free arm around Felix’s waist and lands a slap to one of his jiggling tits, the smack of it sounding out loud as Felix arches his back, trembling in Hyunjin's hold.

“Aw, don't make that betrayed little face…” Hyunjin drawls, smirk growing mean, eyes glinting with an indecipherable look, “You think I don't know what you like?” Hyunjin quirks a brow, goading. He palms at Felix’s stinging breast before landing another firm smack, eyes hooded and gaze dark, smirk taunting. “You think I haven't paid enough attention over the years to figure out my sweet angelbaby likes to be slapped around and talked to like a whore?”

That causes Felix to flush the darkest shade of red yet, squirming.

“You're gonna cum for me again,” Hyunjin commands, leaving no room for argument — not that Felix would give one. His free hand slips down to find his clit, and Felix sobs, tears breaking free to run down his cheeks, hips jolting. “Gonna be a good slut and squirt on my cock.”

The combination of internal pressure from the fat head of his dick and the merciless fingers circling his clit drive Felix dangerously close, his overeager cunt more than willing to submit to Hyunjin's demands.

“Think I can knock you up?” Hyunjin rasps into his ear, and Felix shivers, cunt clenching hard around him. “Fill your sloppy little pussy up with my cum til you're dripping with it. Get you all pretty and round with my babies, stomach all heavy and full, tits leaking milk. You'd look so beautiful like that, so perfect, so mine-”

The taboo filth spilling from Hyunjin's lips sends Felix’s orgasm crashing into him. He feels that deep pressure again, that weirdly satisfying release as his cunt floods with squirt after squirt, soaking Hyunjin's cock, dripping down his thighs.

“Fuck, baby, that's it, that's my girl, so fucking good-” Hyunjin praises in his ear, hips still moving, cock still thrusting deep, hitting every spot Felix needs as he falls apart in Hyunjin's hold, gripping his arm for dear life as the hold eases up enough to allow him to breathe. Vaguely, Felix is aware of those hands he loves so much roaming his body, cock fucking deeply into him as Hyunjin rides out the final waves of his climax with sloppy thrusts.

“Shit-” Hyunjin shudders against Felix as he buries his face in the crook of his neck, moaning brokenly. “Lixie-baby, angel- fuck… you feel so good, sunshine, so perfect, my pretty baby-” Murmuring more praise, Hyunjin hugs Felix tight, fingers again finding his clit.

“Hyunjin-!” Felix wails, the stimulation too intense, more tears breaking free to glistening along his cheeks.

“Shh, baby, shh, you can take it…” Hyunjin soothes, voice gentle even as his unrelenting touch turns brutal, going as far as to land a slap to Felix’s throbbing clit. “Almost there, angel...” Hyunjin nuzzles his cheek, plants a soft kiss along tear streaked skin. “So pretty when you cry for me.”

Felix whines, walls pulsing through another intense wave. Cursing under his breath, Hyunjin pulls out, hand finding his length just in time to aim away from Felix’s cunt before he begins to shoot ropes of creamy white onto freckled thighs, holding Felix tightly as he does.

Finally stilling, everything goes silent except for the pounding of their heartbeats and their ragged breaths. Pleasantly pliant, Felix hums as Hyunjin eases him down to lay. Distantly, he’s aware of Hyunijin moving about, then feels something warm and damp wipe between his thighs, grumbling as a water bottle is pressed to his lips.

“C’mon, Yongbokkie. Drink some water, sunshine, please? For me?”

Huffing, Felix lets Hyunjin raise and sips — silently grateful for the cool sensation of water on his hoarse throat — then ungracefully plops back down into the blankets, cuddling into his pillows. Gentle fingers comb through his hair, massaging over his scalp as Hyunjin settles in close, their limbs tangling together on instinct.

“Do you feel okay, baby? Did I hurt you at all?”

A tired mn-nn is all Felix can manage, still floating in a haze, mind a cloudy mix of blissed-out submission. Soft, pillowy lips press to his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. The affection causes a warm, fuzzy sensation to bloom in his chest. It's quiet for a time, the pair each basking, Felix's mind cotton-fluff. When he manages to open his eyes again, Hyunjin's hovering close with that familiar soft, tender gaze as he observes Felix.

“What?” Felix asks with a small grin, voice a bit hoarse.

“Nothing…” Hyunjin sighs — sounding just as lovestruck as he appears. He reaches out, fingers dusting Felix’s cheeks with a featherlight brush. “Just counting your stars.”

Heart pounding, heat coloring his cheeks, Felix nuzzles into Hyunjin’s touch.

“Hey, Felix?”

“Hm?”

“I meant it, you know?” Hyunjin tucks blonde hair behind a freckled ear. “When I said that I love you. I wish I could’ve told you in a better way, done something more romantic, but-”

“No, Hyunjin, no — this was perfect.” Fond smile spreading on his lips, Felix reaches out, cupping Hyunjin’s face. “I meant it, too. I love you so, so much. I have for years.”

“How long?”

“Honestly? Since the first moment I saw you, I knew I was going to fall for you.”

Hyunjin grins, playfully pinching Felix’s cheek. “You’re such a sap.”

“Says the one with a romance novel collection,” Felix retorts, sticking out his tongue. With a mischievous grin, he shoves Hyunjin down by the shoulders, swinging a tired leg over to straddle his hips. “I meant the other thing I said, too…”

“Which part..?” Hyunjin asks, hands landing on Felix's waist, staring up at the blonde with his halo of hair backlit by the afternoon sun.

“That once I have a taste of you…” He begins placing kisses on Hyunjin’s chest, trailing down, down, down. The brunette’s breath hitches as Felix shifts, settling between his leg, angelic face only centimeters away from his rapidly reawakening cock. “...I won’t be able to stop.”