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Felix has been sitting in front of the window as soon as the sun started creeping over the horizon, anxiously waiting for a sign of a cab, even just a random car with a foreign number plate to drive down their peaceful street. With each rare vehicle that drove by in the early morning he perked up, only to be disappointed time and time again.
It wasn’t unexpected for the one he’s waiting on to come all on his own terms, during times and through means he so spontaneously desires. Chan has always been an adventurer, the pride of the family for travelling all over the world and coming back with stories aplenty. He had warned them that he’ll take a cab from the airport, maybe hitchhike, not wanting them to lose sleep for him, but that didn’t help Felix an awful lot, when pure excitement of finally seeing his big brother again made a good night’s rest impossible.
He stifles a yawn behind his hand, closing his eyes for a mere second, but it must’ve been a second too long. When he opens them again, a figure is making its way up the snowy driveway, clad in warm clothes and only a backpack to accompany him. A yellow car is driving off behind him.
With a big smile, Felix jumps up and closes the curtain of the window to run up to the front door before Chan can even reach it. He manages a single knock before the door is ripped open and cold, winter air greets Felix. He doesn’t even feel it on his skin, the pure joy of finally seeing his brother in person a way bigger force than the cold could ever be.
For a split moment he can see that same happiness spark in Chan’s eyes that are rimmed by long lashes with snowflakes caught in them, but then the other puts on an easy mask of faux confusion, looking across the house as if searching for something.
“I must have the wrong house,” he huffs, the cold air creating clouds in front of his face.
Felix adores Chan’s humour, but he’s waited too long to play along. He points his thumb in his own direction and tries to keep his voice from jumping in excitement. “Brother!” He exclaims, knowing Chan would never truly forget who he is, but still wanting that acknowledgment of having been missed just as much as the older was.
Chan smirks at him and slides his backpack from his shoulder, moving in. With a giggle, Felix jumps into his embrace and holds on tight, desperate to feel through the icy cold of winter coats and gloves, to feel the real Chan. Warm and inviting and full of love.
“Oh, I missed you so much,” he mumbles into Chan’s hood and the other holds him even tighter, gently swaying them from side to side.
A sniffle from Felix alerts Chan that the younger is still very much in his pyjamas, so he reluctantly sets him down and ushers him inside, following along into the cosy warmth of home. He shuffles his heavy winter boots off, feeling Felix’ eyes on him the whole time, before walking into the kitchen.
Felix is bubbly and clearly excited, but the bags under his eyes tell a different story.
“I waited up all night for you, you know?” He confirms not even a moment later, their brains still wired the same way, still on the same wavelength even after months apart.
Chan feels fond, but he’s never been the most open with his emotions, so he settles on a simple, “It’s a long way from West Africa.” He places his heavy backpack on the floor and his eyes fall on the familiar red container standing next to the coffee machine. “Ahh, real coffee…”
Felix slides onto the counter next to him and watches Chan’s every move as he pulls his coat off before shuffling along to set up a can, working his way through the kitchen like he’s never been gone in the first place.
The scent of coffee fills the air when Chan fixes himself a cup and Felix basks in the domestic bliss for a few sacred moments, trying to ignore the corner of his brain that wonders how long it will last this time. If Chan will leave right after the holidays or stay at least for a little longer. Felix desperately hopes he’ll get to have him for some more time.
His thoughts are interrupted by Chan. “Brought you something from far away,” he says coolly, but Felix can see the earnest nervousness underneath the surface of it.
“Wha- r-really?” He mumbles, voice all kinds of choked up. His cheeks are hurting from smiling so widely ever since Chan arrived, but he can’t get himself to stop. Chan still has his cup of coffee in his hand but bends over to slip a box from his backpack, wrapped in paper decorated with what appear to be traditional drawings. A big red bow is perched on top of the gift. Felix holds it in his small fingers weakly, sudden dread filling him that Chan got a gift for him even though he had much more important things to do during his travels. “Oh…”
Felix doesn’t even want the present, doesn’t need it when Chan is all he could ever ask for. In a move that surprises even himself, he rips the bow off and sticks it to his brother’s shoulder, who freezes in short shock, before smiling sheepishly.
“What are you doing?” He asks with a flustered laugh.
Felix gulps heavily and meets Chan’s gaze directly. His smile softens. “You’re my present this year…”
They hold eye contact for a few seconds, neither saying anything as the atmosphere seems to grow heavier. Chan’s eyes fall to Felix’ lips for a split second and the younger is about to move in when the creak of floorboards alert them of their parents’ arrival. The two come into the room, freshly awoken from either the smell of coffee or the sounds coming from the kitchen. Felix would be lying if he said the disappointment of having to wait longer doesn’t sting sharply in his chest.
He watches as Chan falls into their mother’s arms, then gets a pat on the back from their father. Felix is being unnecessarily jealous and he knows it, but he thinks he deserves Chan more than his parents do. He had hurt for him all these months, while they were doing just fine.
Swallowing the sour feeling, Felix slips from the counter and pours all of them a cup of coffee.
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For all his excitement of having Chan back home, Felix is direly disappointed when he doesn’t even get an ounce of alone time with him until the evening. He nearly managed to slip into the shower with him after breakfast, but then their parents called Felix to remind him to put out a spare set of bedding for Chan, who’ll share his bed for the holidays, the guest room – Chan’s old room – reserved for their grandparents that will arrive the next day.
After that Felix caught a glimpse of a shirtless Chan before being called on dish washing duty and with that, a day spent decorating the tree, playing board games and talking about Chan’s travels commenced – their parents a steady side piece for them at all times.
When they finally go to bed, Felix seizes the chance to truly get his present, get as much quality time with Chan as he can, but the older shoos him away from where he’s sitting at the dining table with his laptop, doing big boy things.
“I want to finish this before gran and pa come tomorrow,” he says in a stern tone. “You know I have things to do, Felix, so please let me finish this in peace. I’ll work out afterwards and then we can hang out, okay?”
There’s no real evil intent behind the words, but Felix feels tears well in his eyes as he turns around and stomps up the stairs to his room. He tries to play a few rounds of League to distract himself, but his thoughts can’t stray from Chan for too long, and after another rage outburst from Jisung at Felix being distracted, he goes AFK and shuts his PC off for good.
Chan’s backpack is half unpacked next to Felix’ closet, where the younger freed a drawer for him. His skin runs hot when he walks over and squats down next to it, ignoring files and books to scavenge through Chan’s clothes. The older probably won’t appreciate Felix going through his things, but Felix couldn’t care less, especially when he finds a soft, big hoodie.
If Chan doesn’t have interest in spending quality time with him, he will simply spark interest.
Slipping out of the room, Felix is quiet as he walks to the bathroom, on one side to not wake his parents, and on the other to keep from catching Chan’s attention. He can hear heavy breathing from downstairs when he stops and listens closely, so he guesses his brother is doing his typical evening workout reps.
Felix cleans himself nicely and dumps all of the clothes he wore over the day into the hamper before slipping on Chan’s hoodie. It’s already oversized on Chan, but Felix has slimmer shoulders and hips, so it completely dwarfs him, coming down to just under his ass and hiding his hands in soft sweater paws.
Content with what he sees in the mirror, Felix sneaks back to his bedroom and plops down on his bed. He rolls onto his stomach and reaches for the lube in his bedside drawer, shuffling the fabric of the hoodie up to his lower back before reaching behind himself. A gaze over his shoulder confirms that he’s in perfect line with the door, the first thing Chan will see when he will finally come upstairs.
With a content smile, Felix hikes one leg up to the side to be able to reach his hole easier and slicks his fingers up to work them into himself. He’s used to having to be quiet, always aware of his parents being home, but the thought of Chan being in the same house, soon in the same bed, make him more desperate than he expects, and he has to bite down on his pillow to keep from making noises.
His cock is leaking underneath the hoodie, pressed into the mattress and Felix wonders if it would be worth it to grab a dildo from his drawer and fuck himself to completion once before Chan arrives, or if that would only make his brother even less enthusiastic to spend time with him.
Thankfully the decision is taken from him when he can hear steps come down the hallway and he quickly slips his fingers out of himself – carelessly wiping them on the duvet – and grabs his phone from the nightstand to act as if nothing is happening at all, even though his ass is glistening with lube and freed for everyone who’d come in to see.
Felix can’t see him, but he can hear a short gasp once the door is opened, then a whispered holy shit as it is hastily closed. He has to control himself to not turn around with a self-satisfied expression, but his skin prickles with Chan’s gaze on him.
Instead of a compliment on his willing position, a snarky comment even, Chan surprises Felix.
“Your room didn’t change at all,” he says and it would sound nonchalant if Felix wouldn’t know him so well, the slight edge to his voice clearly audible to him.
He slips his phone underneath his pillow and only barely peaks over his shoulder. The sight makes his cock throb, Chan standing by the door still, shirtless and glistening with sweat, shorts hanging low on his hips, revealing his happy trail and the beginnings of his pubic hair.
Felix takes a deep breath to keep his calm. “Got a new bed,” he says, feigning innocence like he’s not presenting himself to his big brother on a silver platter. “’s bigger than my old one.”
“I can see that,” Chan mumbles and then Felix can hear him come closer by the shuffle of feet against carpet. The younger closes his eyes and hides his face in his arms that he haphazardly uses as a pillow. A sudden touch to his shin makes him jump. “You’ve grown so much, little bro.”
Taking a deep breath, Felix pushes his ass up, silently begging Chan to give him more.
“It’s been a long time, Chan,” he says lowly, voice rough from arousal. Felix hears Chan’s breathing come quick – from the workout or Felix’ words, who even knows – and then his brief touch leaves him, the sound of fabric shuffling giving the younger hopes and courage. “You missed a lot.”
Too much happens at once, and Felix is left struggling for air, overwhelmed by the sudden everything his brother is giving him.
Chan slides onto the bed in a swift motion, settling over Felix with his whole body, one hand on Felix’ thigh to press his hiked-up leg down, then coming up to the younger’s throat and wrapping around it from behind, fingers nestled gently over his Adam’s apple to tilt his head back, hot breath fanning over Felix’ ear.
“Then we just have to make up for what we missed, don’t you think?” Chan accentuates the words with his fingers tightening over the sides of Felix’ neck, not enough to truly choke him but nevertheless adding to his mindlessness. All he can do is whimper and push his ass back, rutting himself against Chan, who must’ve slipped off all remaining clothes when Felix wasn’t looking.
His cock slots easily right where it should go, dragging through the wetness between Felix’ cheeks as Chan begins to grind his hips in precise little movements. His tongue swipes past the younger’s earlobe and down his neck, lips closing around the skin tightly and sucking a stinging hickey into the skin.
“Ch-Channie, wait-“ Felix manages to gasp, even though all he wants to do is bare his neck even more and enjoy the feeling without worrying about repercussions. “Mom ‘n dad… they’ll see…”
Chan finishes his work and presses a soft peck to the skin before pulling back enough to look at Felix over his shoulder. “Then we’ll just have to put you in a turtleneck or a scarf. Tonight is for us only, not for them or gran or pa, just us. To make up for all those months, understood?”
A shuddering, ragged breath tears from Felix’ throat, drool daring to escape from the corner of his parted lips. He nods weakly, barely able to move with Chan holding his head in place by the grip on his throat. The older appears to be happy enough with it though and pushes himself up a little to be able to look down between their bodies, an appreciative noise ringing through the air.
“Such a good boy prepping for me,” he mumbles and Felix all but preens at the praise. “Can’t believe all of this is mine again. Missed it so much.”
With all control over his body he has left, Felix reaches an arm out to weakly push the bottle of lube towards Chan, that he randomly placed on the bed next to him. “All yours, ‘m all yours,” he confirms. “Now make my hole yours again too, need it so bad.”
Chan growls and digs his teeth into Felix’ shoulder, making him moan a little too loud for comfort. The older realizes that and pulls his hand away from his throat, instead bringing it to the back of his head and pushing it into the pillows roughly.
With his free hand Chan fumbles for the bottle of lube and barely manages to open it. Usually, he’d be a little more deliberate, less desperate, but it’s been far too long, and they’ve stalled a whole day around another, Chan thinks it’s far beyond time, no matter the mess.
He puts the bottle on its head and drizzles a generous amount of it over Felix, who has enough mind left to reach a hand back and spread his cheeks open, so the liquid actually puddles over his hole, running down his perineum and balls from the sheer amount.
Throwing the bottle to the side, Chan makes sure to push Felix’ head even further into the bed before burying two fingers in him, the slide easy and slick, squelching when he begins to work the lube inside, Felix showing no signs of uncomfort at all.
“Look at you taking it so well,” he praises, feeling Felix shudder. “Remember when I did this the first time? You could barely handle one finger without crying and now you’re ready to take my cock as soon as I’m back home. So fucking good for me.”
“Hnng, Channnnieee,” is all Felix manages around a mouthful of fabric, feeling his hole clench and tummy tighten from his brother’s fingers alone. Oh, he waited way too long. He won’t be able to last on his cock, but he can hope that Chan won’t fare much better.
It appears to be a fruitful thought when Chan pulls out far too quickly, leaving Felix’ hole clenching and emitting lewd, wet squelching sounds. He uses the grip on the younger’s hair to tilt his head enough so he can bring his fingers up to Felix’ lips.
“Lick these clean for me, little bro,” he proposes sweetly, but doesn’t really give him a choice. Felix opens his mouth easily though, ignoring the nasty artificial taste of lube and slurping up all he can, delighted to be good for his brother as well as having something stuff his stupidly loud mouth. Chan shifts a little behind him, and then his cock presses up against Felix’ rim. “Don’t bite now.”
Felix tenses up in the split moment that Chan presses in, but he doesn’t bite. He sucks in desperate breaths through his nose to will his body to relax again and finally turns boneless when Chan starts pushing his cock into him, while also slipping his fingers into Felix’ mouth that little bit further.
Warmth spreads through Felix’ insides as he’s filled up in that delicious way that only Chan does. He used to struggle a lot with his cock, only able to bounce on the first few inches, or crying when Chan plowed into him with Felix’ knees over his shoulders. It was a challenge a lot of times, but ultimately always worth the pain.
Now however, Felix only feels pure pleasure and deep contentment run through him, drool running down Chan’s fingers as he moans mindlessly, a barely audible, deep rumble in his chest. Chan’s lips press to his neck when he slips in fully, as if reminding himself to be quiet when all he wants to do is be loud.
He circles his hips here a few times and Felix spurs himself into motion to mirror the movements, grinding his hips backwards just a little more until he can feel Chan inside deep enough to make the younger see stars, his brother’s balls pressed up snug against him, no space between their hips.
“You’re swallowing me right up,” Chan groans into Felix’ neck. “Like you’re made to fit my cock.”
Felix gurgles something unintelligible around the fingers in his mouth but ultimately settles on wildly nodding, his ears ringing from the way he’s stretched open and pressed down by Chan’s body weight, his strong brother barely holding himself up and simply enjoying being so incredibly close.
Tilting his head back as far as he can, Chan gets the message and pulls his fingers out of Felix’ mouth to allow him to speak.
“You made me into this,” he says breathlessly. “Made me who I am, perfect to take your cock. Now stop stalling and fuck me like we both deserve it.”
Chan nips his shoulder playfully, but he smiles as he pulls back, mouthing an endeared greedy before propping himself up on his arms, gaze dipping in between them to see his cock slowly pull out when he drags his hips back, Felix’ rim protruding just so as he lets him go, shuddering with want to get him back in.
Swivelling his hips, Chan teases his brother by keeping just the tip inside, dipping in only a few inches with tiny movements until Felix all but sobs into the pillow, digging his fingers into the duvet to hold on to something as he lifts his hips up to give himself what Chan won’t. He works his hips like an expert, feeling his abdomen burn from the exhaustion but the pain is worth the pleasure of being filled completely again.
Chan is too baffled to move for a few moments before he gets back to himself, lifting one hand to press Felix’ hips down roughly.
“You really grew up, huh?” He growls, accentuating the question with a bruising snap of his hips that makes Felix’ legs shake. “When did you learn to move like this? You didn’t let anyone fuck my hole while I was gone, did you?”
Felix grins into the pillow before shakily looking back over his shoulder. “Of course not,” he whines with a pout, acting innocent. It’s a complete lie, but Chan doesn’t have to know that in the time he was gone his younger brother fucked his way through half of his classes. “Only you can touch me, no one else.”
Bending down, Chan presses his mouth right against Felix’ ear again. “I don’t buy a word you say,” he says sharply. “But we can have a talk about this another time. For now, I’ll remind you that you’re mine to touch and no one else’s, little bro.”
He nearly slips out when he bends over the side of the bed to retrieve something of the floor, but Felix doesn’t get the chance to ask before something soft is pressed up against his lips and stuffed into his mouth. It smells like Chan and sweat, making his eyes roll back and filling all of his senses.
“This will manage to keep you quiet,” Chan says with a satisfied tone to his voice.
He doesn’t waste another moment before starting to truly fuck into his brother, setting a quick pace that makes his thighs burn as much as Felix’ insides. The younger’s sounds are muffled through Chan’s boxers in his mouth, but still audible enough for Chan, only spurring him on to go harder, quicker.
The sounds coming from between them are loud and messy, slapping and squelching like in the filthiest porn, but Chan doesn’t seem to even realize that, too busy falling in love with the details of Felix trapped underneath him.
His small fingers are clenching the blanket tight enough to make his knuckles turn white, the only thing unveiled of his arms before they disappear in Chan’s big hoodie. It’s bunching around his slim waist and Chan can see the mole on Felix’ lower back that he always had, now accompanied by a constellation of freckles that survived from the summer. His hips look almost too small to be able to take cock as efficiently as he is, and all of these details make Chan feel more and more mindless with each drill of his hips.
He only cares to slow down when Felix’ fingers suddenly unclench and he smacks them flat against the bed a few times, almost as if tapping out. Chan stops his movements deep inside the younger and then follows the point of his finger towards the door.
It takes a few seconds to register what Felix is signalling him, but when it does, Chan almost comes undone just from that. Light is streaming in through the slit under the door, signalling one of their parents must’ve woken up and flicked it on. Only a second later, a shadow moves past the room and Chan and Felix simultaneously hold their breaths, hearts hammering in their chests.
When they hear the click of a door a bit further down the hall and the turn of a lock, they both sigh in relief, but Chan makes no move to slip out and wait for the nightly toilet-goer to return back to bed. Instead, he wraps both arms around Felix and rolls to the side, still lodged deep inside of him, until they’re facing the door. He brings a hand over his boxers in Felix’ mouth, stuffing them in further.
“Don’t you dare make a sound,” he whispers against Felix’ ear. Then he starts rolling his hips, slow and deep now instead of the rapid pace from before. “Fuck, I slept with many people while I was gone, but no one feels as good as you, little bro.”
Felix’ eyes roll back into his head and he goes completely boneless in Chan’s grasp, letting him use his body however he so desires. His cock is aching by now, having made a complete mess of his brother’s hoodie and the duvet, but he doesn’t trust himself to touch it, worried of loosing it with mom or dad right outside.
The other doesn’t have that kind of mercy.
A hot palm first presses down over Felix’ perineum to collect some of the lube, then squeezes his balls until he feels like his heart will jump right out of his chest. When Chan wraps his fist around Felix, the younger knows he’s basically done for, but all he can do gagged up like he is, is drum his fingers against Chan’s strong arm in warning.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Chan hums softly, slowly pumping Felix with his hand. “You can cum, you just have to stay perfectly quiet. Wouldn’t want mum or dad catching you go stupid from my cock now, would we?”
That’s what does it for Felix and his whole body clenches tight as white spots light up behind closed lids, his whole body taken under by his orgasm. Chan cups his tip so that he releases right into it and he keeps massaging his brother through it, wet noises dancing through the air with each move of his fingers.
Felix’ eyes are still screwed shut so he doesn’t see the shadow passing by the room and then the light being switched off. Chan waits a few seconds more before slipping out of Felix and rolling him onto his back, straddling his chest to jerk himself off with frantic movements, lubed up by his brother’s cum.
Droopily, Felix blinks his eyes open to look up at Chan, mouth going slack at the sight of him so completely lost in pleasure. He plucks the soaked boxers from his mouth and sticks his tongue out, barely able to reach Chan’s cock but it still must be enough when with one more tuck Chan groans deep in his chest and releases all over Felix’ face, shooting ropes of cum over his lips and cheeks, some landing on the headboard behind him, joining Felix’ own stains.
A drop spurts right over Felix’ eye and he can feel the sting of it as he barely manages to close it in time, but he doesn’t even care, too transfixed on Chan’s serene expression and the happy smile on his face. His hand is still wringing the last few drops out of him and Felix’ waits with spread lips until Chan opens his eyes, taking in his mess.
He drops his cock, and it flops heavily against Felix’ jaw, making him feel even more claimed by his brother, touched by him hard and needy as well as like this, when they’re both just tired and sated. Slowly, Felix licks the cum off of his lips and swallows it, waiting for Chan to scoop up the rest on his face and feed it to him, intermingled with his own still sticking to his fingers.
Felix is hard again by the time they’re done, but he doesn’t ask for more, doesn’t dare to when he barely manages to lift his arms.
Sliding off of him, Chan helps Felix out of his hoodie before laying down next to him, fingers dancing over his skin softly, if only to keep the younger on edge. His hairs are standing straight, goosebumps elevating every little touch, making him feel mindless and hellishly oversensitive in the best way.
“Welcome home,” he rasps when Chan lets up for a peaceful moment, smiling at him dazedly.
Giggling, Chan presses a kiss to Felix’ shoulder before going back to his slow torture, now focussing on the younger’s dark nipples, circling around them with the very tips of his fingers.
“It’s good to be back,” he huffs softly. “Good to catch up with what I missed.”
Felix knows what he means, that he’s not just talking about the happenings of suburban gossip or college shenanigans. He means it in the way he did when he first slid into him that night. He missed Felix and now he’s catching up. Felix wants to see him run to get him, but he knows that he’s too easy for that, knows he’s the one catching up more so than the other way around.
Carefully sitting up, he makes sure to turn Chan on his back before straddling him, grabbing his half hard cock to rub against his hole, still wet and stretched, perfect to sink down. He shifts his hips a little and takes one of Chan’s hands up to his chest, back to his prior teasing, while guiding the other to one of his thighs.
“Let me show you everything I learned while you were gone,” he offers in a hushed voice, and how could Chan say no to his little brother offering himself so sweetly.