Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

In Public

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"Chan let me go!"

There was no bite to his words, his body already submitting to Chan's undoing. But the ignominy of being ass naked in public and of the older learning of his butt plug (somehow) was too much to ignore.

Chan, on the other hand, gripped onto the gemmed end of the toy, and pulled it out excruciatingly slowly, taunting the younger who whined at the faint pleasure.

He eyed the dripping lube, letting two of his fingers scoop it up as it trickled down the younger's thighs, and fucked it back into Felix's gaping entrance, not going past his second knuckles.

But before he could continue, Felix forced his muscles to relax, falling limp in Chan's hold so that he could flip himself around, now facing the older and a tight grip around his wrist, stopping the brunette from plunging his fingers in him again.

They were both breathing heavily- Felix more so than Chan, but it was so clear to him that the older was straining against his self-control, his gaze dark and lustful, jaw clenched, muscles flexed and God, Felix would be a fool to say he didn't want his husband to ruin him right then and there.

Except, that couldn't happen.

Not when Chris was in no condition to fuck him into another dimension.

Even if that is what they both craved.

Instead, he sat up, holding back a whine when the older's fingers slipped out but winced when his bare thighs came into contact with the cold metal of the car as he sat up.

Chan watched him, confused by the younger's actions but didn't resist. He had one hand steadying Felix by his waist as he hummed deep in his throat, the sweetness of cherries erupting his taste buds as he sucked his fingers clean.

The sight made Felix swear under his breath before he pulled Chan's head closer to him and slammed their lips together, their tongues brushing and swirling together in a rough fight.

But all too soon, the younger pulled away, his fingers threaded through Chan's curly locks, eyes shut, foreheads bumped together and chests heaving as they aimed to catch their breath.

"Why-" Chan paused shortly, his pants breaking his flow, "why are we stopping?"

"Not until you're better."

Chan grunted in refusal.

Felix gasped, eyes shooting open when the older tugged him closer by his thighs and grinded his clothed hard-on against his own, the soft material of Chan's shorts rubbing deliciously and sending pleasurable ripples through his core.

"Chris you shouldn't-"

"I'm perfectly capable of fucking you right now," with every syllable, the brunette grinded down on the younger harder and with more assertion, glaring at Felix and pinning his bare hips down as he trembled under Chan.

Felix was a weak man who loved his husband's dick.

"F-ine fine- fuck, but-" the blonde wrapped his legs around Chan tightly, holding his lower half flush against him as he cupped the older's face, forcing him to look into his eyes. "You promise to stop if anything- and I mean anything, feels wrong?"

Melting in the younger's hold, Chan smiled at the apparent concern in the brown eyes, the throbbing in his groin forgotten shortly as he leaned down to peck Felix's swollen, red and glossy lips. "I promise doll. Now please let me-"