[stray kids • smut]

[chanlix • shameless]

"Kiss me, Hyung."

The words knocked the air out of him, the cold air biting Chan's back from behind him didn't help the shock that ran cold through his veins. The door wasn't even closed yet.

The apartment was dark. The minimal light from the moon coming in through the windows was the only thing that lit the room, though only a gray cast.

Chan hated the light.

He hated how the light perfectly lit up the boy's shameless face, how he practically drooled in his arms desperate for his attention. His lips were open slightly, looking so desperately at the older, like he would die for just one kiss.

"You're drunk, Felix."

But the younger did not miss how he hesitated, how he stared so heavily, yearned.

Chan kicked the door closed with his foot, arms occupied with Felix's upper body as he forced him inside. In truth Felix really wasn't that drunk, it was just an excuse—an excuse to ignore all the feelings and get him home before he did something he would regret.

Felix stands up, swaying only slightly while Chan's hand instinctively come to the younger's sides in an attempt to prevent the boy from falling. A hand comes up to stroke the older's pink cheek, "Not anymore than you."

He hates the way he leans into the hand, his eyebrows furrowed—almost in pain as a silence takes over them. Felix smiles sweetly, Chan was always weak for him.

"Why do you always hold yourself back?"

Chan takes in a sharp intake of air, it was cutting—he didn't like that he knew the horrible things that ran through his mind, "What do you mean, Felix?"

A devilish pout forms on the younger's face, he knew what he was doing, "When," Felix looks up at Chan's fluffy curls almost innocently, tucking a stray tuft behind his ear, "are you going to stop looking at me," he smiles, maybe a smirk, "so longingly," Chan can't make himself ignore the way Felix leans in, how much he loves him playing with the hairs on the back of his neck, "and finally just," Felix presses himself up against the older, pressing his hip slightly to his crotch, "fuck me."

A low groan is emitted from the older's lips, he looks up to the ceiling, biting his lip, he's trying to control himself, "Oh my god, Lix."

Another pout is set on Felix's face, "See even now you're holding back," he looks into his eyes, whispering "why?" Chan's grip on the younger's hips is tight, a manifestation of the conflict he feels within.

Felix can feel the man's dick twitch in his pants, it makes him want to laugh.

"Felix, god, what are you doing?"

The boy's tired of waiting, but he knows how to convince him, he's too easy. He takes one of his hands from around Chan's neck and brings it down to his abdomen, "Am I not good enough?"

Chan's face immediately grows distressed, Felix smiles, he's such a softie, "No! God no, Felix. You're so fucking.." he paused, "you're so.." he trails off, he looks down between them, at their connected bodies, and back at Felix's face.

His shameless face.

Felix takes one last look at him, his shameless eyes, and his dirty mouth all on display for the older, "I'm so fucking what?" The hand, the hand resting impatiently on his stomach, slowly runs down the front of Chan's pants to cup his dick in his palm.