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Hyunlix - Fluff mention of Smut

a/n - haven't fed y'all some photos so here you go cause I'll do anything for u cuties 😘

Summary

Hyunjin gets writing block when writing lyrics. Provocative lyrics, to be exact. Felix offers to help with his lack of inspiration.

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Hyunjin sat at his desk, the one desk lamp lighting a dim circle in the dark room. He tapped his fingers on his notebook, brain swirling with words, and phrases, and old lyrics, and rhythms. It was late, but Hyunjin couldn't sleep, colorful patterns of possible lyrics and tracks running around in his head. He was frustrated. A whole day, of brainstorming and writing, and he had wrote less than Jisung could write in two hours. Sighing, Hyunjin flipped to a blank page in his notebook.

"Is this how Chan hyung feels all of the time?" He muttered to himself, now understanding the elder's tendency to be an insomniac. Now with a blank page and nothing to think about, all he could think about was Felix. His boyfriend. Hyunjin missed him. He hadn't seen the small blonde since last night, since Felix always left in the early, grey hours of the not-quite morning for the dance studio. When would he get home? Just as he thought of him, the bedroom door creaked open, a mess of blonde hair peeking through first.

"Hyunnie, what are you doing up so late?" Felix padded into the bedroom, an oversized grey hoodie, one of Hyunjin's, swallowing him up. Hyunjin stood up, wrapping his arms around the sculpted torso of his boyfriend, resting his chin in the crook of the shorter's neck.

"I have to write lyrics, for a new track, Lix. It's supposed to be sexy, and I don't know what to do." Felix shot a mischievous grin back at Hyunjin, before unwrapping Hyunjin's arms from his waist.

"Let me go shower, baby. I can help you with those lyrics when you get back, if you're not too tired," Felix suggested, heading towards the bathroom. Hyunjin, already back in his own zone, simply nodded, saying,

"Okay."

Felix shucked off his sweaty dance clothes, stepping into the steaming shower. He groaned at the heat, then at the thought of his boyfriend making the same noise. He couldn't think of anything but Hyunjin today, the dirty things he did, the dirty noises he made. Felix couldn't stop thinking about his body, the way his body made him feel... oh, right. Shampoo. Massaging the shampoo into his scalp, Felix smirked at what he was going to do next.

Hyunjin still sat at his desk, writing down the occasional line that struck his mind, or perhaps a word that would work in a sentence -- the bathroom door creaked open. And there stood Felix, hair fluffy from blow-drying, wearing nothing but a loose white t-shirt, once again, one of Hyunjin's. The white fabric reached Felix's upper thigh, but it was slightly sheer, the grey of his boxer's and the lines of his body visible. Hyunjin turned, eyes roving his boyfriend's body, running down every groove, and every curve. Felix might've been messy, but looked more beautiful than ever. He could feel his erection growing beneath his grey sweatpants. Whipping back around, Hyunjin brought an arm to his face, trying to cover his maddening blush.

"Lixie?" Hyunjin said, voice with a touch of grit at the end.

"Yeah?" Felix's voice was smooth, soft.

"Mmmh..." Hyunjin's mind emptied of words as Felix took a seat on his lap, right onto his cock. Felix exhaled, surprised at the extent of Hyunjin's anticipation. He chuckled, his breath whispering past Hyunjin's ear.