just pretend.

16.

Sometimes people lose touch of who they've wanted to be. Even the ones with a moral compass get lost in the chase of feelings, looking for happiness and absolution, throwing their morals away. And Felix was one of those people, at least that's what Jisung thought the second he opened the door to look at his pretty freckled face. "Felix", Jisung mumbled, his voice full of concern as he stepped aside to let him in. The tension in the air was palpable, and Jisung couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Are you alright?" Felix didn't respond, his eyes distant as he rushed past Jisung, heading straight for the living room. Jisung followed, a frown etched on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Felix stood in the middle of the room, his back to Jisung, visibly agitated. When he finally turned around, his expression was conflicted, his eyes wide with unease. "We shouldn't do this, we really shouldn't do this", Felix babbled, his words tumbling out in a rush, and Jisung couldn't help but wonder if Felix was high. There was a frantic edge to his voice, and it put Jisung on high alert. Felix suddenly crossed the distance between them, standing mere inches away from Jisung. "We shouldn't do this, right?", Felix asked in a whisper, his gaze trailing down to Jisung's lips as if drawn by some magnetic force. Jisung shook his head, trying to maintain control over the situation, but the resolve in his stance wavered as Felix's fingers clung to his shirt, pulling him closer. "We're going to hell", Felix muttered, his breath warm against Jisung's lips just before he closed the gap, their mouths crashing together in a heated kiss. The intensity of it made Jisung moan softly, his resolve crumbling further as he felt Felix's desperation and need. Despite the wave of desire coursing through him, Jisung managed to pull away, his hands wrapping around Felix's wrists, holding him at bay for a moment. "Felix, are you drunk or high?", he muttered, searching Felix's eyes for any sign of intoxication or irrationality. But Felix just shook his head, a wild, determined look in his eyes that sent a shock of anticipation through Jisung. "Fuck, okay", Jisung breathed, his resistance melting away as their lips reconnected in a demanding kiss. They stumbled backward through the hallway, their kisses growing more fevered with each step. When they reached the corner of Jisung's bed, Felix pushed him down with an urgency that left no room for second thoughts, slowly undressing him with trembling hands. "Are you sure?", Jisung asked, his voice catching in his throat as he looked up at Felix, genuinely concerned about his behavior, even though he couldn't deny how much he wanted this. But Felix only glared at him, his patience fraying. "Shut up", Felix hushed him, his voice low and commanding as his hand slid into Jisung's boxers, wrapping around his hardening member. The sensation ripped a groan from Jisung's throat, his body arching up into Felix's touch as Felix pushed him fully onto the bed. With swift movements, Felix stripped off his own pants and boxers, climbing onto Jisung's lap. The moment Felix touched his body, Jisung's mind went blank with pleasure. Felix grinded against his crotch, sending sparks of electricity shooting through Jisung's veins. He leaned back, eyes fluttering shut as weak moans escaped his lips, the air around them filled with desire. Felix lifted himself just enough to pull down Jisung's boxers, then adjusted his position. The room seemed to hold its breath as Felix took Jisung in, a loud, pain-inflicted moan tearing from his throat as he sank down onto Jisung's throbbing dick. The rawness of it made Jisung's eyes snap open in shock. "Fuck, Felix, what are you doing?", Jisung hissed, worrying, as he scanned Felix's face for any sign of pain. But Felix was already moving, slowly grinding his hips, sending shocks of pleasure shooting through Jisung's body. Felix leaned in, his hands sliding up to wrap around Jisung's neck, pulling him upright as he peppered Jisung's lips and jaw with soft, fevered kisses. The tenderness of his actions contrasted sharply with the intensity of his movements as he picked up the pace, riding Jisung harder. Jisung's instincts took over, his left arm wrapping securely around Felix's waist, holding him close while his right hand reached down to grasp Felix's member. He matched the rhythm of Felix's hips, stroking him with the same pace, their breaths mingling in the heated air between them. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared desire; soft moans, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin as they lost themselves in each other.