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It’s late when the text from Felix comes through, the distinctive text tone interrupting Chan’s thoughts. He clicks into their chat to see a selfie of Felix tucked into bed, sheets pulled up to his chin.
A. Felix: still at the studio?
Me: Yeah
Me: Trying to get this track done tonight
A. Felix: :(
A. Felix: don’t stay too late
Me: Won’t be too long. Don’t worry, little one 🖤
Me: Get some sleep, yeah?
A. Felix: join me
A. Felix: when ur done
A. Felix: pic too pls
Chan complies, because it’s Felix and it’s impossible to say no to him. He first takes one of his desk with a thumbs up, then another of him held above his head. Hitting send, he watches as it’s immediately read, but no response comes from Felix. Hopefully that means he’s getting some sleep now.
Chan’s phone clatters onto the desk, and he rubs a hand over his face with a frustrated groan. When Changbin and Jisung had said they were going home, it had only been because Chan assured them he was getting somewhere with the track. And he was, only to reach another block further on. The motivation isn’t flowing through him like it had been earlier, not now that Felix occupies half of his mind and is waiting for him.
Chan decides he needs to get the track done now if he wants to be able to manage that.
He sinks back into the chair, letting his hands drop into his lap as he stares up at the ceiling. Perhaps some form of inspiration will come from studying the already-familiar panels yet again.
What Chan doesn’t intend to do is palm over the soft bulge in his shorts. Pure muscle memory, on nights alone in the studio where the lack of motivation had frustrated Chan to an extent that it had gotten him worked up, pent up sexual frustration quickly rearing its familiar head.
Chan considers it.
He gives a quick glance through the glass panel of the studio door, finds the motion-activated lights are off. Nobody else is in the building this late at night. Changbin and Jisung had made him sure of that, yelling obnoxiously as they stumbled through without a complaint from anybody trying to practice or staff wandering through.
He could get away with it. One time will be enough to fuel him, give him the buzz of energy he needs to finish the demo. Plus, it’s been so long. Chan can’t even remember the last time he let himself indulge and make himself feel good, even if for work-related purposes. Nobody has to know.
Chan takes the key out for the bottom drawer of his desk, checking over his shoulder a final time before unlocking it. Shame sits heavy in the pit of his stomach, over the fact that he’s doing this in his studio, that he has to resort to such… crude measures for motivation.
He takes out the pocket pussy buried at the very bottom of the desk along with some strawberry flavoured lube — and tries not to think about how he’d accidentally spotted this sitting in Felix’s online cart — placing them both in front of him. The height that the desk is at is perfect where Chan is standing, using a hand to brace himself as he palms over his growing erection a few times, and throws his head back with a soft groan. He hadn’t realised how badly he needed this, just how long he’d let this build up inside of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, soft and deep. His teeth sink into the flesh of his bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed.
It’s easy to go mindless, let his body take over as he pushes his shorts down just enough to take his cock out, using the precum that gathers at the head to aid the slide of his hand as he pumps himself a couple of times.
Chan takes the half-empty bottle of lube, drizzling some over his cock and over the opening of the pocket pussy. He doesn’t think about how much he’s using, preferring to get it as wet as possible. Not only when he’s alone but when he’s with someone. God, how long has it been since he last did that?
Lewd squelches fill the silence of the studio as Chan gets himself wet, holding the toy in place as he lines the thick, angry-red head of his cock against the entrance. A shaky moan leaves him when he sinks in, just the tip, almost falling forward at how euphoric it is to feel tight silicone sucking his cock in after so long.
Chan lets his shorts and boxers pool to his feet, giving him free range of movement to push deeper, holding the toy in place. His mind is quick to replace it with a warm body, soft and tanned skin claimed by his bruising touches across the lower back, hips, thighs. Dark freckles stained with translucent white, a pleading ‘Chan-hyung’ muffled against the pillow.
Chan peels one eye open and glances at his phone, still open on the chat with Felix. He must be asleep by now, but that’s not to say Chan can’t hold onto something for another late night where they’re missing the feeling of each other’s bodies.
He swipes into the camera app with a shaky hand, fumbling as he tries to stand it up in front of him to give Felix a clear view. It’s just enough to see Chan’s face, stopping right at the desk where his cock is buried into the clear toy. He hits record, no longer looking at his phone (mostly in embarrassment) as he uses both hands to hold onto the pocket pussy.
Pulling his hips back, Chan makes sure to keep his gaze fixed downwards, watching himself slide almost all the way out of the toy until just the tip is in. And then he rocks forward, a moan bubbling out of him before he can help it.
“Fuck, it’s so wet. Feels so good,” Chan gasps, taking a moment to steal a glance at the camera. It’s well thought out just as much as it is casual, eyes narrowed as he makes eye contact with himself in the camera, makes eye contact with Felix. “You watching, baby?”
Chan moves a hand to the long end of the toy, tightening his hand over it to create a tighter space as he fucks into it again, the sound of it so audible it’s sure to be picked up on video. He glances down his nose, mouth parted, one corner twitching from the pleasure. It’s dizzying, and even more so as Chan quickly forgets that he’s alone, that he’s not in a room with the person that’s been on his mind more often these days than not, the slick warmth so inviting that he starts to build up a faster pace.
It would be impossible to explain this away as anything else should someone walk in on Chan, but he’s too gone to care. Instead, his lust-clouded mind tunnels on chasing the feeling of tight walls enveloping his cock, taking him so well, so deep. His mind wanders to late, desperate nights with his fingers so deeply pressed into peach-like flesh its mark is felt for days, angry red lines scratched into the broad expanse of his back from little hands. Tiny, so damn small against him, the size difference leaves him dizzy and gasping for reprieve.
“Baby— little one, you feel so good. Keep p-picturing this as you, can’t help it,” Chan whimpers, looking at the camera again. “Gonna make you sound this good, yeah? Get you this wet f’me.”
This time Chan doesn’t look away, horribly ashamed to admit that his cock throbs at the sight of himself on his phone. His cheeks flushed a deep red, the veins on his hands fit to bursting with how tightly he grips the toy, holding it in place like he’s holding Felix down, taking him over and over until he’s sobbing with blinding pleasure. How visible it is, Chan’s cock sinking into the pocket pussy, over and over, greedily chasing pleasure where he can. His brows are knitted tightly in concentration, driven by white-hot lust as he feels himself nearing the edge.
“Fuck, you want this? My pretty Lix, poor thing. Hyung’s left you a-all alone in bed, desperate ‘n— and waiting for me. Want you too, baby, can’t wait to get back. Look at what you do to me, sweet thing,” Chan groans.
His thighs are starting to burn, but he ignores it where the coil in his stomach tightens more and more. He lets the sounds fall from his lips, knowing how much it gets Felix all worked up, every moan and whine all for him.
How well he’d take Chan’s cock if he was here… Chan goes light headed with the thought, the image of Felix on his knees underneath the desk. His mouth would be open, eagerly waiting to be fed Chan’s cock with a cheeky ‘please’ only when promoted, cheeks flushed a dusty pink. Chan can’t stop picturing the tears on his lash line, big wet droplets that make his eyes shine as he stares up at the older man, quiet and compliant, so easy. He always is, always so receptive of what Chan gives him, takes it all without complaint. His hands always stay where they’re instructed to, never wandering, never seeking out what Chan hasn’t allowed him to have.
“Pretty baby. You’re so— so good,” Chan manages, before the band snaps and he’s cumming into the toy with a stuttered moan. He holds it still, pumping it full with thick rope after rope of cum, filling it so much he’s forced to pull out before it leaks onto the floor.
Chan grabs the phone, flipping the camera so it’s pointing down as he pumps himself a couple more times, groaning deep and guttural, letting the last few drops drip down onto the desk around the opening to the toy. His hand flexes around the base of his cock, a final show-off of the veins that Felix is so obsessed with, before turning it off and putting his phone to the side.
Chan grabs a few tissues to clean himself up, wonders briefly where he’s going to clean the pocket pussy out, and then glances up at his monitors. The demo is still unfinished, and Chan doesn’t know if he wants to stick around and finish it. Work be damned, all he wants now is to get back to Felix and press all his weight on top of the other man, feel his warmth and hear his honey-like voice whispered into the shell of Chan’s ear.
The dorm is silent when Chan lets himself in, hearing Seungmin’s soft snoring from his bedroom. Chan makes a beeline for Felix’s room, lightly knocks once before pushing the door open.
The blonde is asleep on his stomach, sheets now bunched around his waist. When Chan steps closer, he finds Felix’s phone still clutched in his hand, open on the selfie Chan had sent. Felix’s shorts on the floor, along with underwear that’s wet on the inside.
“Naughty boy. You were touching yourself to my picture?” Chan murmurs, pulling the sheets back. Sure enough, Felix is completely naked from the waist down, his pussy all puffy and wet where he’d clearly been fingering himself, thinking of Chan.
The video can wait for another time, Chan thinks with a smile. For now, all he’s focused on is checking whether Felix is fully asleep.