Deep End | Hyunlix

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Felix shifted uncomfortably in the stool, trying to focus on staying still. His muscles screamed at him as time dragged on. He glanced over at Hyunjin, who was so engrossed in his painting that he didn't seem to notice Felix's discomfort.

"Umm, do you think we can take a break soon?" Felix finally asked, his voice quiet.

Hyunjin, startled by the question, glanced up from his work. "Oh, sorry. Just a few more minutes, and we can," he said, not taking his eyes off the canvas.

Felix sighed and slouched back, doing his best to stay still while the minutes dragged on. He found himself staring absently at the wall, fighting the urge to move. How long has it been now? he wondered, growing increasingly antsy.

Finally, Hyunjin appeared from behind the canvas, wiping his hands on a cloth. "You can relax now," he said, his voice soft, almost apologetic.

Felix exhaled in relief and stretched his neck, standing up from the stool. "That's... quite intense," he remarked, his muscles protesting as he tried to ease the stiffness in his body. He glanced at Hyunjin, then chuckled.

"What?" Hyunjin asked, looking up in confusion.

Felix walked over to him, reaching out to wipe a spot of paint off his cheek. "You have some paint here."

Hyunjin blushed at the unexpected touch. "Oh, um... thanks," he stammered, reaching up with his cloth to clean it off, but only smearing it further.

Felix couldn't help but laugh softly. "Let me do it. You're just making it worse," he said, gently taking the cloth from Hyunjin's hand. He wiped the paint away with a practiced touch, his fingers brushing lightly against Hyunjin's skin.

Hyunjin found himself momentarily lost in the feeling of Felix's touch, his eyes lingering on the younger's face. So many freckles, he thought to himself, unable to ignore the heart-shaped freckle under Felix's eye. He studied Felix's face, his gaze eventually drifting down to his lips. Such perfect lips...

Felix finished wiping the paint off, but before he could step back, Hyunjin caught him off guard, pulling him into a kiss. Felix froze for a moment, surprised by the suddenness of it, but before he could react, Hyunjin pulled away quickly.

Hyunjin's face flushed, his breath catching. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, stepping back. Felix, still in shock, grabbed his wrist before he could retreat further and pulled him back in for a kiss. This time, Felix took the lead, kissing him softly at first before deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into Hyunjin's mouth. He smirked hearing the other moaning into their kiss. He moved to pull back, but Hyunjin tried to stop him from pulling away by grabbing the back of his neck. He snuck his hand up and grabbed a hold of Hyunjin's neck giving it a gentle squeeze, which caught the other off guard and Hyunjin pulled back, stepping backwards away from him.

They stood there, both panting lightly from the intensity of the kiss. Hyunjin was conflicted, he had thoroughly enjoyed it, but the feeling of Felix's hand on his neck left him unsettled in ways he wasn't prepared for. What the hell is wrong with me? Hyunjin thought, his mind racing as a flush crept up his neck.

Felix watched him, his own thoughts racing. This is unexpected, he mused. I didn't think Hyunjin would be like this, but maybe I was wrong about him. He couldn't help but notice the effect he had on the older man. He stepped forward, his voice lower than before. "Maybe we should finish the painting?"

Hyunjin, still reeling from the intensity of the moment, struggled to maintain his usual composure. "I... yeah, we should finish the painting," he stammered, trying to hide the nervousness creeping up on him. His stutter wasn't lost on Felix, and he smirked at the sight.

"Are you sure?" Felix pressed, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Hyunjin shivered, feeling Felix's gaze on him. This isn't how I planned for tonight to go, he thought. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Yeah, let's finish."

Felix, sensing Hyunjin's discomfort, turned and walked back toward the stool, settling down again. Hyunjin followed him, and after a moment's hesitation, he grabbed a stool and placed it beside Felix. "I need to adjust you a bit," he said, walking around the canvas to stand in front of him.

Felix nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt the coldness of Hyunjin's touch as the older man moved him into position. The sensation of his cold fingers on his warm skin only made Felix more aware of how much the situation was affecting him. He grabbed Hyunjin's wrist, guiding his hand gently but firmly to his neck.

"Why don't we get out of here?" Felix murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Hyunjin's breath hitched as Felix's hand rested on his neck again, sending a shiver down his spine. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts—he wanted Felix, but there was a part of him that was still hesitant, unsure of where this was headed. His heart raced as he struggled to keep his composure.

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