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Unsaid Words |changlix

Felix pov:

The warm glow of the setting sun flooded the room, casting a golden hue that danced over the surfaces. I sat cross-legged on my bed, fiddling with my phone as I waited for Changbin to arrive. My heart raced in anticipation. We had been friends for a while, but there was this tension between us that neither of us had dared to address-not yet, at least.

When the door swung open and Changbin stepped in, the atmosphere shifted instantly. He had this way of lighting up a room; his presence ignited something in me. His dark, tousled hair fell messily over his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Felix!" he said, already bounding towards me with that familiar confidence.

"Hey!" I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.

We spent the evening laughing and joking, the familiar banter flowing as always. Yet, beneath the playful dialogue, the air crackled with a charge that made it hard to focus on anything else. The unspoken feelings pooled quietly between us.

After a while, Changbin grew quieter. I caught him glancing at me from the corner of my eye; there was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart skip. When our eyes finally met, something shifted. The laughter faded into an intimacy that felt raw and urgent.

"Felix," he said, voice low and husky. "We need to talk about something."

My breath hitched. "Yeah? What about?"

He took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "I... I've been thinking a lot about us."

It felt like time slowed as I studied his face, searching for the right words. "Me too," I admitted, a little breathless.

And just like that, the space between us seemed to vanish. Changbin's hand found mine, fingers intertwining, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something electrifying about his touch, something that had been waiting to break free between us.

"Can I-" he hesitated, looking deep into my eyes. I nodded, barely able to breathe.

He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against mine, igniting a firework of sensations. It was tentative at first, the softness of our mouths exploring this new territory. But as the kiss deepened, so did the urgency. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer, and I melted into him.

I could feel the warmth radiating between us as I tangled my fingers in his hair. Changbin deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, sending a thrill through my entire body.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, foreheads resting against each other. "I've wanted this for so long," he confessed.

"Me too," I whispered, heart racing as I searched his gaze for any sign of hesitation. But there was only passion, desire, an intensity that made my body tingle.

With a newfound boldness, I leaned in again, capturing his lips with mine, urging him back onto the bed. Our laughter faded as desire took over, transforming our playful energy into something heated and hungry.

Changbin pushed me back gently, hovering over me, his eyes darkened with lust. "You're so beautiful, Felix," he murmured, trailing kisses along my jawline down to my neck. I gasped at the sensation, arching into him.

"B-bin..." I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling the weight of him against me.

He looked down, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, are we feeling bold tonight?" he teased, his hands exploring my body, sliding under my shirt, fingers tracing the contours of my skin.

I shivered at his touch, desperate for him. "Only with you," I confessed, feeling a rush of desire surge within me.

Before I could say anything else, he crushed our lips together again, the heat of the moment overpowering. He pressed against me, his body moving against mine, igniting that simmering desire that had been building up for so long.

With each kiss, each touch, I felt us slipping deeper into each other. The world outside faded away; it was just us, wrapped in the moment. I wanted him. I needed him.

"Changbin, please," I whimpered against his mouth.

He pulled away just slightly, a teasing grin on his face. "Please what, Felix?"

"Don't make me say it," I replied, my cheeks flushing at the boldness of my own words.

The mischievous glint in his eyes deepened. "No? Then I guess I'll have to make you." And with that, he kissed me again, fingers working quickly to undo what little clothing separated us.

As he trailed his hands down my sides, I arched into him, overwhelmed by the fire growing between us. Every touch sent electric sparks coursing through my body, and I wanted more.

"Changbin," I moaned, the desperation in my voice unmistakable.

"Yeah, Felix?" he murmured, lips brushing against my ear as he explored my body, drawing out all the sensations.

"I need you," I confessed, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.

His grin widened, and in an instant, I felt him shift, pressing me down onto the bed. "You've got me," he promised, his eyes darkened with intent as he claimed my mouth once more, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

We lost ourselves in each other that night, exploring, discovering, and finally letting go of every unsaid word that had built up between us. In Changbin's arms, I felt free, liberated, and completely alive.

As the stars twinkled like distant promises outside my window, I finally understood that this was just the beginning of our story-one filled with passion, laughter, and unspoken words, now finally spoken.