( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝I don't want my Lixie to leave me...❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Traumatized from his past of sex addiction, intercourse is the last thing that Chan wishes to partake in. However, he is yet to adopt the habits of healthy commu...
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⇒ Chronosaurus Mall 4:45pm
The end of the month; salary season. Both of them aimed to draw back from the routine of budgeting, just once, to buy each other desired accessories and clothing from the mall in which they stood.
"Do you wanna try any of these?" Chan asked, fingers locked with the smaller ones of his lover, both their pairs of eyes scanning the fem-like clothing lining the shelves and racks in that particular store. He smiled at the blush shading Felix's cheeks and cooed at the way the younger had a hand up to his mouth, nervous. "You don't have to be shy, baby. You're gonna look good in anything you wear."
"I know but... people will judge me," Felix mumbled, resting his head against Chan's buff arm as they walked in. And then the hand at his mouth lowered to greet the coarse jean of the pants in his interest. "Should I- should I try it?" He looked up at Chan with wide, bright eyes, and then over at the changing rooms. "I think I will."
Loving how his boyfriend was growing more and more confident by the minute, Chan smirked, following the pull of his arm into an empty room.
"Oh, I can come in with you? I'm honored," Chan teased, leaning against the door with arms folded before his bust. He watched intently as Felix's hands guided their way to the button of his skinny jeans, undoing it, mousy to even lock eyes with his suddenly-too-intimidating boyfriend. "Why are you scared to look at me?"
"Just wondering why I let your thirsty ass come in in the first place," Felix scoffed, trying not to smile as he shoved his removed pants into Chan's chest. He'd worn panties, for their outing. Yellow, with a bright sunflower adorably defined at the back. Boxers didn't seem appropriate when Felix had already worked up ideas of what exactly he wanted to try on.
Licking his lips, eyeing the confined bulge in his lover's crotch; dick somewhat curled up due to the tight fit of the underwear, Chan threw his head back against the door, careful to not cause a sound and an ache, so grateful that he could finally allow himself to look at Felix in such a manner. And only Felix.
Sighing out of relief after the struggle to pull the pants up, Felix buttoned them at the top. And then he turned to look at Chan, holding up the hem of his oversized sweater, Chan's, so that its long length wouldn't distract the short achievement of his bottoms.
"How does it look?" He asked sheepishly, lower lip struggling underneath the anxious gnawing of his teeth, and head cocked to the side. Felix's cheeks reddened further, heart skipping beats at the way that Chan was looking him up and down, admiring the bare expanse of his legs, brown spots adorning a great faction of the higher section.
And Chan could have sworn that a mark from their remarkable night before was visible just before the edging of the shorts.
"Stunning," Chan whispered, walking forward and placing a hand on Felix's ass, squeezing it with a never dulling smirk flaunting his most prominent dimple. "You look so fucking good, I want you to wear it as soon as we buy it. For the rest of the day. What d'you say?"
