143 MPH

nights like these in silk white sheets

til love turns to tragedy; dutch melrose (1:45)

"Jeongin, I swear to god, whoever's been banging on my door has been at it for ten minutes!" Felix practically growled, his voice rising as he tried unsuccessfully to wiggle out from under Jeongin, whose grip was growing impossibly tighter.

"Get off me so I can see who it is!"

Jeongin just flashed him a smug grin, completely unbothered, and held Felix in place like he was a human-sized pillow.

"Felix, you're so cute when you're all flustered," he teased, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of Felix's neck. The sound of banging grew louder, but Jeongin didn't even flinch.

Felix froze, feeling indeed embarassed at the unexpected affection, his earlier annoyance evaporating for half a second.

"I'm not flustered, Jeongin, I'm annoyed! Someone's at my door, and it is rude not to open it!" He squirmed again, pushing at Jeongin's chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

Jeongin chuckled, his lips brushing against Felix's skin as he moved from his neck to his jawline, then to the delicate curve of his collarbone.

"You're cute when you're annoyed, too," Jeongin teased with that damnable smile.

Felix's breath hitched as Jeongin's voice washed over him like a slow burn.

"Actually, I think I prefer you like this. A little worked up..."

The words stirred something deep within Felix, a combination of heat that he hadn't expected. His pulse quickened, but it wasn't just the frustration anymore. It was Jeongin. The way his voice wrapped around him, the way his body pressed just a little too close, sending waves of awareness through him. It was hard to believe that only a few hours ago, this was the same person who had given Felix full control, submitting completely to him without question. The contrast between then and now was dizzying to Felix. The memory of their earlier encounter danced in both of their minds, a stark contrast to the current power dynamic that had flipped on its head as the younger's larger build towered over the racer.

"Oh, Felix... at first you acted like you hated me, then you let me fuck you raw. What is it that you really want?" 

 Jeongin read Felix's mind like an open book. Felix's pulse hammered in his throat a Jeongin's words drifted deeper into him, slicing through the air with a slow, deliberate tension. Felix's breath caught in his throat, Jeongin's words sending a wave of heat through him that had nothing to do with frustration.

"Last night, I let  you be in charge."

The way Jeongin spoke, each word perfectly measured, left no room for doubt. Jeongin knew exactly what was happening between them, how he could make Felix's body react with just his words; and he wasn't about to let Felix escape it.

The realization that Jeongin had never truly given up control crashed into Felix's chest like a wave, leaving him breathless. His grip on the situation, the control he'd prided himself on, had always been an illusion. Jeongin had let him think he was the one leading, when in fact, the younger boy had been the one pulling the strings from the very start.