Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

De-Stress

A short chap because I miss writing smut L O L

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"Stop moving," Chan all but huffed past swollen, bruised lips, words strained and fingers digging deeper into warm skin for a quick second in warning.

Felix could only whine, forcing his hips to still. "Feels goo'," he slurred, eyes barely open and the left side of his face squished against a pillow as Chan coaxed another groan from him.

The blonde, bare of clothes, laid flat on his front, arms bent under him as the older straddled the back of his thighs with his fingers kneading into Felix's stiff muscles until he softened like dough.

Despite his palms already dripping in heated coconut oil, Chan tugged his slipping sleeves up his arm once more with his teeth before pouring the clear liquid over Felix's lower back, ass and thighs generously, the younger sighing at the sensation.

"Fuuucckk," Felix drawled under his breath when Chan slid his hands up his back, over his shoulders, then back down, stopping to press the tips of his fingers where his ass met his thighs in circular motions with just enough pressure that bordered pain in the slightest.

He continued down, massaging the blonde's thighs, fingers switching from purposeful movements to featherlight caresses over the sensitive spots closer to his core that had the younger shivering under the brunette.

When Chan dug his palm into Felix's lower back slowly, increasing the pressure by adding his weight to his touch, he didn't expect the younger to yell out, begging him to be rougher.

"Right there- oh god, Chan- fuck, do that again."

Amused (and very much so turned on by Felix's moans) the older chuckled whilst obliging to his husband's wishes with zeal.

It was almost therapeutic, pulled into a trance whilst watching the younger fall pliant with his touch, skin soft and gleaming with oil, a blissed out look plastered all over his face, jaw slightly ajar, cheeks carrying the faintest red.

He was willingly vulnerable and exposed all for him.

Chan would be lying if the thought didn't make his gut stir with desire or his dick twitch with the need to fuck the younger into the mattress.

Fingers dispersed over the expanse of Felix's freckled bottom, he moved his arm in small circles, holding back a groan at the sight of the flesh spreading to reveal the blonde's puffy, used opening.

Unable to stop himself, Chan leaned closer to blow against it, a moan escaping Felix, who didn't even question him when he emptied the glass bottle of oil by pouring it over his spread cheeks, two fingers eagerly fucking the heavy liquid past his loose rim.

"Chris," Felix groaned breathlessly, surprisingly motionless. "I can't- I don't think I have another one in me."

"Yes you can doll," Chan replied quietly, fingers curling against the younger's prostate as he eyed the pool of cum and oil the blonde was positioned over.

He'd lost count of how many times the younger orgasmed by now.

"No- wait," Felix stuttered through high pitched moans, "fuck- Chris, Chan, Chan- wait please. Slow down," he failed miserably to stop the older, only motivating the brunette to work him harder.

Felix could only curse Chan for kneading his body until he was incapable of moving, forced to take whatever the older wished to do to him.

Chan, on the other hand, was so close to coming in his boxers, girth rock hard but still untouched as he focused on the smaller.

But, close to losing his sanity, he was quick to replace his fingers with his length, crying out in pure relief.

He surprised himself with how long he was able to hold back, only using his fingers and mouth to pleasure his husband and completely ignoring his own needs.

The younger was slick and warm and pulsing around him just right and his hips faltered before he built a fast, rough pace filled with the filthy sound of his hips slapping against Felix's oiled ass and their mingling moans and groans.

Foreseeably, the two were embarrassingly quick to reach their highs, the younger's cum dribbling down his cock from where it was trapped between his thighs, sparse and clear.

However, Chan had to balance himself with his elbows on either side of the blonde, the intensity of his orgasm shaking his entire soul and body.

"Lix," he whispered into his ear, once he caught his breathe,  a fond expression overtaking his face when he saw the blonde trying his best to keep his eyes open. "A little longer baby. Let me clean you up okay?"

"Bath," Felix mumbled sleepily, arms flapping about as he tried to turn around and wrap his limbs around the older.

"Whatever you want doll. "

Chan stood with the younger clinging to the shirt he was still in and set him in a tub of hot water and bubbles before rushing back to strip their bed of the spoilt sheets, himself of his clothes and hurrying back to his husband with towels hanging off his arm.

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