( 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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⇒ Blueprint Apartments 10:30pm
"Best," one thrust, "fucking," another, "birthday," Chan versed, palms pressed against the mattress while his hips rolled downward in pattern, Felix's face dug into the sheets, back somewhat arched as he took it from behind. "Thanks so much for making today worth it," Chan panted, almost desperate and longing for more skinship.
So, feeling himself close, he slowed his pace, bringing Felix up by his shoulders, gently, so that the younger's back could meet his chest, and his polished nails could dig into and trace Felix's shoulder, head turned for the sloppy clashing of their lips.
Chan's pace then sped up again, sweat dripping down his neck, and the silver bracelet hugging his wrist adding another breathtaking addition to his undeniable attractiveness. Felix's eyes were hooded as he held the elder's head from behind with one hand, rocking his hips back some, moaning, resisting the urge to scream to avoid possible confrontation from their neighbors.
"Close- close, Channie," Felix whimpered against his lover's lips, finally mustering up the physical strength to open his eyes fully again, taking in the fractioned view of Chan that he was granted given the position. The elder's newly dyed hair was moist still, with some water from the bath that they had taken before, and maybe sweat too.
A few of the blonde strands were stuck onto his forehead, a heavy chain wrapped around his neck, and swollen lips parted, sucking Felix's lips and chin every now and then. Either of their nipples were hard, Chan's basking in the friction with Felix's back, and the latter's grateful for the squeezing and rubbing from Chan's fingers.
"Close, baby?" One of Chan's hands slipped down to Felix's cock, firm and leaking before his stomach, to stroke it. And he smirked when the younger's mouth opened even wider, distracted from their kiss, to let everything out. Felix didn't care about being judged by the disturbed anymore. Not when Chan was making him feel so good.
Feel so loved.
Feel so safe.
"Let go for me, my love," Chan smiled, slowing the jerking of his lips into deeper, harder thrusts, loving the bulge that could be felt against his forearm, as it was pressed up against Felix's lower abdomen. Loving how deep he was inside of Felix. "Let it out..."
And at that, Felix shot white streaks from his lower half. His head fell backward, secure in the welcoming dip of Chan's shoulder. Tears brimmed in his eyes whilst the elder kept up with his movements, turning Felix into an absolute whimpering and thrashing mess, his cut nails scratching at Chan's clenched thighs.
"One," Chan kissed his neck, "two," he trusted a second, just as deep, kissing his cheek, "th- fuck- three." Chan released, at last, blushing upon recognizing Felix's small smile at the warmth. Carefully, he pulled out, watching his liquid run down after him, smirking at the way Felix's hole twitched to let it all out. As if begging for more.
