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Felix cuts a piece off his slice of cheesecake and slides the fork into his mouth. It’s creamy and not-too-sweet, and he mumbles a Thank you with a full mouth. He hears Jisung and Hyunjin snicker from across the table.
“What?” He says, eyeing them suspiciously. His mouth is still half-full, chewing on the digestive biscuit crust.
“Did you two really have to share a slice of cake? There’s so much to go around,” Chan shakes his head playfully, gesturing to the entire cake that sits in the middle of the dining table. Only a third of it’s gone, but Seungmin isn’t really hungry.
Chan sighs, serving himself a slice before sitting next to them.
“Did you have to have Felix sit in your lap too?” Jisung asks, seemingly stifling a laugh.
Seungmin rolls his eyes. He knows that it’s normal for them, for Felix to be affectionate like this, and sit in his lap and feed him cake.
“We’re saving space at the table for the rest of you,” He argues back. “We barely have enough space at the table for all of us as it is.”
“Like, the rest of them are asleep or doing something else. They’re not going to join us for cake.”
Seungmin scrunches his nose. “They could. And there’s space for them if they want to.”
Hyunjin and Jisung shrug.
Chan’s fork clangs against his plate. “It’s almost like you two are dating,” He says, and Felix chokes on the chunk of cake he just put in his mouth.
“We aren’t,” Seungmin dismisses. “Right, Felix?”
“Yeah, not in the slightest,” Felix adds. “We’re just best friends.”
Jisung gasps. “Aren’t we your best friends too? Why do you only do that with Kim Seungmin?”
Felix grins evilly. “Because Seungmin’s my bestest friend.” He wraps a possessive arm around Seungmin’s shoulders, and hooks his chin over Seungmin’s head.
“Uh-huh,” Hyunjin says.
“Sure,” Chan adds helpfully.
Hmph . Whatever the rest say, him and Felix know they’re not interested in each other like that.
They’re just friends.
Best friends.
--
“Do we really have to watch that?” His voice wavers, pointing at the movie card Changbin had pulled up. Creepy girl in all white, blood haphazardly splattered all around her? It’s the epitome of horror, and he can’t stand it.
Seungmin squeezes his thigh reassuringly, large hand engulfing his honeyed skin. Felix frowns, knowing Seungmin understands his anxieties about the chosen movie for Movie Night.
“But everyone else said horror was fine,” Jisung whines. “Only the two of you don’t wanna see it.”
“As if Jisung won’t be scared shitless the moment a jumpscare pops up,” Jeongin teases. The rest group erupts into cackles as Jisung punches Jeongin’s arm.
“Felix clearly doesn’t want to watch. We can do our own thing in the other room.” Seungmin’s voice is abrasive, clearly ticked off.
He moves to stand up, but Felix holds onto his wrist. “Minnie, please,” Felix whispers. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
“I’ll be fine,” Felix says louder now, with a grumpy Seungmin tucked into his side. “Just play the movie, I’ll hide when I need to. It’s movie night after all.”
The rest don’t say anything, but Changbin hits play on the remote anyway. They all settle in their places, Seungmin sitting up to cuddle Felix. It’s warm and safe with Seungmin, and it’s not just because of the blanket draped over them.
The movie is… horrible. Horrible for him, because all the horror tropes are too much, loud sounds and creepy images and gore , and Felix closes his eyes and covers his ears with every scene that startles him.
The rest are watching intently, Seungmin seeming relatively uninterested. Felix still tries to follow along, stupid teens deciding to explore in the house despite their friends dying off one by one.
Then, the creepy little ghost girl shows up with a screech, and he has to bury his face in Seungmin’s chest. The sweater he has on is soft, and he notices how Seungmin’s arm is wrapped protectively around his head. Seungmin’s hand reaches around to cover his ears. He feels himself shaking a little, and Seungmin pats him soothingly, rubbing down his back.
Felix sniffles loudly, amidst the loud, terrified screams of the main cast, but only Seungmin catches it.
“Felix?” Seungmin asks.
He can’t find his voice.
“Baby, you’re crying,” Seungmin says, and Felix is stunned as he pulls away from Seungmin for a moment. The lilac material is darkened where he’d pressed his face into, and his cheeks are absurdly wet. “Are you okay?”
He shrugs.
Seungmin whispers tenderly, “We don’t have to stay. Do you want to leave?”
Felix nods into Seungmin’s chest, then they’re getting up. The sounds from the living room get softer, and Seungmin ushers them into his room.
He knows the rest must be confused, maybe upset even, that he’d chickened out. He wants to cry. He doesn’t want to make anyone feel bad, or judge him.
Seungmin holds his hands, sitting across from him on his bed. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Seungmin’s soft hands come up to wipe away his tears. He nuzzles into Seungmin’s touch.
“I don’t want them to think I’m stupid,” Felix answers simply. “For not being able to handle a little bit of horror.”
Seungmin makes a disapproving noise. “It’s not your fault. I warned them, and they still went ahead with it. They’d be stupid to make fun of you when they scared you off.”
Felix just hums.
“Do you want to cuddle?” Seungmin asks. Felix nods easily, letting Seungmin sidle up next to him. The latter spoons Felix, chin resting on his shoulder. Felix lets himself get comfortable even in Seungmin’s bony arms, and he’s warm and soft and perfect for cuddles.
Seungmin hums under his breath, a familiar tune but Felix can’t remember where it’s from, and lets Seungmin’s melodious voice lull him to sleep.
He wakes up about an hour later to knocking at the door. Seungmin rouses awake with Felix moving in his arms. Felix casts a glance at Seungmin, who looks so cute with his soft brown hair sticking up in tufts. He rubs at his eyes with the backs of his hands. Then, his attention is brought to the door as it swings open gently.
“Hey, lovebirds.” Chan approaches cautiously. “Are you two okay?”
“Yeah,” Felix answers. “I’m okay. We took a nap.”
“I can tell,” Chan chuckles.
Seungmin hmph s next to him. “I’m still mad you guys still went ahead even though we all knew Felix would get scared.”
“Minnie-” Felix starts, but Chan cuts him off.
“He’s right, Felix,” Chan says. “We shouldn’t have gone through with it. I’m sorry if we hurt your feelings.”
Felix shakes his head. “Not at all,” He dismisses. “But it’s all okay now.”
Chan hums. “I’ll leave you two alone for the night. Don’t get up to any funny business, alright?” He jokes.
“Hey-”
“Hyung, that’s not-”
Chan closes the door before they can finish. They look at each other, chuckling under their breath.
Besides, they weren’t like that with each other.
The guys don’t seem to get it, but they do.
Seungmin huffs. “I’ll make it up to you, okay? We can watch a movie on our own.”
“Okay,” Felix sighs, comfortable being swaddled in Seungmin . They end up cuddling and falling back asleep again.
--
They go grocery shopping, with Jeongin and Changbin. And the same thing always happens.
“Let me,” Felix says, reaching for his hand to pull the grocery bag out of his grasp.
“Felix, it’s fine,” he retaliates, tugging back.
Felix whines. “But you’re carrying all the heavy things. I wanna help.”
“You’re tiny, Lix. You’re gonna fall over if you carry any more.”
Felix gapes. “No, I won’t! You’re tinier than me! If anything, you’re the one who’s gonna-”
“Guys, please,” Changbin deadpans. “Jeongin and I are carrying all the heavy things. If you two really want to help, take something from one of us.”
He goes unheard by Seungmin and Felix, who continue their push-and-pull amidst the rustling of all the plastic bags. Jeongin and Changbin sigh as they make their long trudge to the car.
Everything gets piled into the back of the van, Jeongin and Changbin still doing the heavy lifting, before they all file into it.
“You two are really cute, y’know,” Jeongin says, looking at them through the rearview mirror. Seungmin and Felix have made themselves comfortable in the back, Felix pulling out one of his Airpods to pass to Seungmin. They pause in the middle of the act.
“Thank you. We are cute,” Seungmin says.
At the same time, he goes, “What do you mean?”
Changbin snorts from the front. “He’s saying you two act like a couple in every sense of the word. Even if you don’t think you are.”
He starts, “But-”
“We aren’t-”
“You aren’t like that? Really?” Jeongin deadpans, turning back to face them. “You’re basically a couple already, I-”
“Maybe you two should talk about it,” Changbin sighs. “Figure out what the rest of us already know.”
Him and Felix furrow their brows and look at each other, unsure of what exactly the rest are seeing.
They’re just friends, right?
--
The other boys are busy, but it doesn’t matter because it’s his and Seungmin’s movie night. They’d asked around for suggestions because neither of them had a clue what to watch. Jisung had very enthusiastically texted them to watch Howl’s Moving Castle , because unlike him, they’ve never watched it.
They pull the film up with the bag of honey mustard chips between them. They’re his favourite, and he noticed that Seungmin had purposely put them in the cart when they’d went grocery shopping, knowing how happy Felix would be to snack on the whole bag while watching the movie.
They’re halfway through it when the bag is empty, so Seungmin folds it and places it under the remote to be tossed away later. For now, they lick their fingers clean, and he lets Seungmin lay in his lap. He looks tired, but insisted on finishing the movie with him.
He runs his clean hand through Seungmin’s hair, scritching at his scalp gently, and he hums. “Feels good.”
Felix smiles. “Keep watching, babe.”
“Okay.”
However, Seungmin’s efforts to finish the movie are for naught, when Felix realises Seungmin’s snoring in his lap. Felix chuckles to himself.
Seungmin turns in his slumber, facing Felix now. With the dialogue of the movie drawing to a close in the background, he doesn’t really bother to pay attention, not when Seungmin’s face is so peaceful. He takes it all in, his brown locks barely in his eyes, cute little nose, the mole on his --, his plump pink lips. He traces his index finger over the curve of Seungmin’s bottom lip with a feather-light touch,
Oh.
He wants to kiss Seungmin.
He jerks back, the movement rousing Seungmin awake. The room is silent now, the movie having ended god-knows-when. He doesn’t know when he started holding his breath, but he sighs slowly.
“Lix? When did I fall asleep?” Seungmin rubs at his eyes with his knuckles. “Did I miss a lot?”
“No, not really.” He barely gets the words out. “It’s okay. I think we should go to bed now, I’m pretty tired too.”
Seungmin sits up, and Felix tries to ignore the look of confusion on his face. Seungmin doesn't have the chance to get a word in before Felix says goodnight, and retreats to his room.
He walks quickly down the hall, heart pounding in his chest as he shuts the door with a slam. He feels just a little bit bad that Seungmin has to clean up all on his own, but he doesn’t think he could stand to be in the same space as him when all he can think about is kissing Kim Seungmin.
Especially when Seungmin wouldn’t think the same. Especially when Seungmin still thinks they’re just friends.
They’re just friends, but Felix wants something more with Kim Seungmin.
--
The next morning, Seungmin is disheartened to see the door to Felix’s room wide open. It’s barely ten, and he knows Felix always sleeps in on the weekends. If he gets up early, it’s to get good food, and that probably means that Felix had gone without him.
And no, he doesn’t think that Felix isn’t allowed to go places without him, but it just emphasises the fact that maybe, just maybe -- Felix doesn’t want to see him.
Seungmin sulks his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice as he sits down to have lunch that Minho made. He sighs loudly, his chopsticks scraping against the plate.
“What’s wrong, punk?” Minho’s voice is anything but irritated. Endeared, concerned. “You look like shit.”
He hadn’t got much sleep, tossing and turning in bed thinking about what he’d done wrong last night. “Thanks for rubbing it in.” Seungmin huffs.
Minho reevaluates his course of action for a moment. “You wanna tell hyung what’s wrong? I promise I won’t laugh at you.”
Coming from Minho, that must mean he’s serious.
“I think Felix hates me now.”
Minho furrows his brows, confused. “That boy doesn’t have a single hateful bone in his body, least of all towards you. What makes you think that?”
Seungmin shrugs. “After the movie we watched last night he didn’t say much to me. Sort of just said goodnight and just up and left. He was kind of cold about it.”
“Did you do anything to hurt his feelings?” Minho asks.
“No,” Seungmin thinks. “Well, I don’t think so. I hope not. I’m just kinda sad that he won’t talk to me or anything. And I miss him.”
Minho giggles, but stops when Seungmin glares at him.
“It’s been less than a day and you miss him already,” Minho says. “Maybe that means something, right?”
Seungmin quirks a brow. “I’m not following.”
“I’m saying maybe you might like him, Seungmin. Maybe even more than a friend.”
“What? Come on, hyung, this is serious. I can’t deal with you guys making those kinds of jokes anymore.”
Minho sighs. “No, seriously. Like, think about it. Do you like Felix?”
“Yeah, but not-”
Minho holds a hand up sternly. “Don’t worry about the ‘ we’re just friends’ thing right now, okay? Just answer me truthfully.”
Seungmin sighs.
“Do you think he’s pretty?”
He’s almost offended to be asked that question. “Of course I do! Who wouldn’t think he’s pretty! He has the nicest face, with those lovely freckles. And those eyes, and his cute little nose and-”
Minho shoots him a look. He must’ve been going on too much.
“Do you want to kiss him?” Minho asks.
Seungmin ponders for a moment. Thinks about Felix’s pretty pink lips, thinks about how soft they might be. Thinks about how he’d sound if he dug his teeth gently into Felix’s bottom lip.
“Uh. Yes.”
Minho smiles evilly at him. “And would you want to have hot nasty sex with him?”
Seungmin’s eyes widen. “Hyung! Jesus Christ, why would you ask that!”
Minho shrugs. “Just a thought. And now I made you think about it. So think about it some more, okay? Maybe you do have some unresolved feelings for Lee Felix.”
Seungmin just nods, and shoves some noodles into his mouth.
Maybe he doesn’t want to think about the very real feelings he has for Lee Felix.
--
He’d sat in that café and took his time finishing his hot chocolate, mulling over his feelings for Seungmin. Would it be so wrong to be interested in him?
Seungmin’s ever the worrier. Worried about little things, and he’s sure he’d be on edge if they were dating as idols . Always under the scrutiny of the public eye, cameras always on them.
But they could always reserve the intimacy for when they were at home. He was affectionate as it is, he’s sure he could get away with some hand-holding and cuddling when they were out.
It would be fine. They could work it out, if Seungmin felt the same way.
If he did. Felix sighs, mindlessly tracing his spoon along the bottom of the empty mug. He doesn’t even know if Seungmin has feelings for him, but it would be cruel to keep Seungmin in the dark about it.
It’d only be fair if he told Seungmin how he felt.
With a renewed confidence, he picks up Seungmin’s favourite castella as a makeshift peace offering, hoping it’ll live up to the one from Seungmin’s favourite café.
He’ll give this to Kim Seungmin, and then tell him how he feels.
Felix enters the dorm quietly. The plastic bag in his hand rustles as he locks the door behind him. He kicks off his shoes, and is greeted by a confused noise at the dining table.
“Oh,” Seungmin says. “I didn’t realise you’d be back so early.”
Felix hesitates, trying not to make it obvious that he can’t discern Seungmin’s tone.
Then, Seungmin sniffles loudly. He turns to look at Seungmin and poor, poor baby. His eyes are red, very obviously from crying, and Felix’s heart breaks a little.
“I brought you your favourite,” Felix holds the bag out. He’s not sure whether Seungmin wants to talk about it, after all.
And even with Seungmin’s wet eyes, he lights up. “Green Tea-”
“-Bon Délicieux? Absolutely,” Felix smiles softly, pushing the box toward Seungmin.
Seungmin warms. “Thank you, Felix. This is real sweet, I-”
Seungmin’s voice wavers, then he closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath.
Felix reaches out to hold Seungmin’s hand in his, rubbing nondescript shapes into his palm. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me about anything. If you want to, of course.”
Seungmin exhales. “We’re… we’re okay, right?”
Felix nods slowly. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I don’t know, just, last night, I thought you were mad at me. You walked off all cold and upset, and I really thought I fucked up somehow. Then you didn’t wake me up to go to the café with you, like we always do, and-”
“Oh, baby,” Felix frowns, but he’s not upset with Seungmin in the slightest. “I’m not mad at you at all. I didn’t wanna wake you up because you looked so tired, and I couldn’t really sleep anyway. I wanted to get out of the dorm for a bit.”
And then Seungmin asks the question he wishes he didn’t have to answer: “Then why’d you leave so abruptly last night?”
Felix gulps. It’s now or never.
“I like you, Kim Seungmin. Like, a lot. And more than just as a friend. Yesterday had me really thinking about it. I like you so much, and I never want to see you cry because of me.”
“Oh, Felix…”
He continues, “I’m really sorry I acted all weird yesterday. I just didn’t want you to be freaked out by that sudden realisation, and I felt bad because you’d probably still want to be friends. I’m sorry for having to unload this on you because-”
“Because what? You don’t think I feel the same way?” Seungmin prods. Felix nods shamefully.
Seungmin squeezes his hand. “Idiot,” He teases. “I think I like you too.”
“What? When?”
“This morning. I talked to Minho-hyung about it. And he asked me all these weird questions like, if I wanted to kiss you, and if I wanted to have sex with you-”
Felix snorts at the shock on Seungmin’s face when he realises what he’s said.
“Well, do you?” Felix waggles his eyebrows obnoxiously.
Seungmin’s cheeks redden. “Shut up, Felix. I take it back, I don’t like you anymore.”
Felix laughs, and brings Seungmin’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “I like you a lot. You like me so bad you wanna kiss me.”
Seungmin huffs. “Maybe I do.”
“Then we should.” Felix looks at Seungmin earnestly. “Can we?”
“Yeah,” Seungmin says softly.
Felix leans over the table, and Seungmin stares at him. “Like this? This feels a little inconvenient.”
“Come on, babe,” Felix eggs him on. “Our first kiss should be cute and spontaneous.”
“Cute and spontaneous,” Seungmin repeats while rolling his eyes. “You’re silly.”
Seungmin still leans in anyway, letting Felix’s hand hold his chin steady as he kisses him. It’s gentle, a careful peck, but Felix’s head still spins as he pulls away.
“Was that good for our first kiss?” He asks.
Seungmin giggles. “I think our second could be better.”
Felix taunts back, “Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe we should go back to my room and find out,” Seungmin winks. It looks less seductive and more cute than anything, but Felix is only human.
Seungmin takes a permanent marker and writes on the bag in big, fat letters: THIS IS KIM SEUNGMIN’S FOOD. IF YOU EAT IT I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN. ❤️
Seungmin caps the marker with a grin. Felix is a little scared right now, but mostly wildly attracted to Kim Seungmin.
He lets Seungmin drag him by the arm down the hallway.
--
Seungmin swings open his door, mildly upset to see Hyunjin sitting in his own bed. He’s scrolling mindlessly on his phone.
Hyunjin startles when he sees him and Felix in the doorway. His eyes dart down to where he’s holding Felix’s hand, and grins. “Hey. Glad to see you guys sorted things out.”
“Thanks,” He says quickly. “Do you mind leaving? Me and Felix have, uh, business to attend to. And I don’t think you wanna stay here for it.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen with realisation. “Oh. Oh, okay. Yeah.”
Hyunjin grabs his wallet and keys off the bedside table. “I’ll leave the dorm just in case. Don’t be too loud, okay? Have fun, uh, stay safe! Don’t do anything nasty on my bed. Okay, bye,” Hyunjin hurriedly shuts the door after rambling.
Felix chuckles. “He sounds like Chan. Like the concerned parent giving his kids the sex talk.”
“Eugh. Don’t talk about Chan when we’re going to have sex, he’s like, our dad.” Seungmin grumbles.
“If he’s our dad does that mean-”
“No! No, Felix, oh my God!” Seungmin shoves him playfully. “Jesus Christ, dude.”
Felix cackles loudly, then wraps his arms around Seungmin to placate him. “I’m sorry, baby. I won’t imply that we’re brothers right before we fuck anymore.”
“Who said we were going to fuck?” He scoffs.
Felix makes a confused noise. “You mean, you didn’t want to? Oh, God, I’m sorry, Seungmin, I-”
“Oh my God, babe. Please. Of course I want to have sex with you.”
Felix’s face lights up. “Oh. Okay. Good.”
Seungmin pulls Felix down into his bed, the smaller man ending up on his lap. “You wanna make out?” He asks softly.
Felix just grins. “I like where this is going.”
He rolls his eyes as he pulls Felix in with his shirt, pressing their lips together. It’s less chaste and a lot dirtier than the first time, desperate and messy and hot. He refuses to let go, not when he finally has Felix.
His Felix.
He groans against Felix’s lips at the thought, as Felix holds his face and kisses him harder. He squeezes Felix’s ass in his hands, and Felix squeaks.
“Cute,” He says when they finally part, breathless and a little sweaty.
Felix blushes. “At this rate you should just fuck me.”
“I want to,” Seungmin says. “But, do you think we’re moving too fast?”
Felix quirks a brow at him. “I mean,” He says. “We know we like each other. And we both want this. It’s okay. But if you don’t want to do this we could stop?”
Seungmin shakes his head. “No. I wanna go all the way with you. I trust you.”
“Okay,” Felix smiles, and kisses him lovingly once more. “Are you a top?”
Seungmin chuckles, easing his own anxieties. “I’m good with either. I can top for you today?”
Felix’s eyes sparkle as he nods.
They pull apart for a moment, just to switch their positions. Seungmin grabs lube and a condom, placing it beside him. They continue to kiss, hands roaming to touch burning-hot skin, and they only part to take off more articles of clothing.
Soon enough, they’re both naked. Felix’s legs are spread, cock resting against his stomach shamelessly.
His hand rests on Felix’s milky thigh, thumb rubbing circles into his skin. It’s so hot, the way his hole is on display, the way his blonde hair forms a halo around his head. His pretty angel.
“Yes, Seungmin?” Felix looks up at him with those innocent eyes of his, batting his lashes playfully. “Do you wanna kiss me?”
“Uh…” Seungmin’s at a loss for words. He just can’t take his eyes off of Felix. “Yeah.”
Felix giggles. “Then come here.”
He leans forward and lets Felix pull him in, the man on the bottom taking the lead with the kiss. He pushes back when Felix goes in with passion, and lets his mouth fall open when Felix’s tongue swipes at his bottom lip playfully.
They pull apart when they’re both breathless, sweaty foreheads pressed together. Seungmin looks into Felix’s eyes for just a moment, because such close eye contact feels like too much, but he swears he sees stars in them. Galaxies, even.
He pulls away, and God, Felix looks just as enamoured as he thinks he would look.
“Fuck me, please,” Felix murmurs, and Seungmin’s can’t say no to him.
Seungmin slicks up his fingers and settles between Felix’s spread legs. He mouths at Felix’s thigh to distract him, and circles his rim with a finger. Felix already keens at the touch, and Seungmin chuckles against Felix’s skin.
“Don’t tease,” Felix huffs.
“I’m not,” Seungmin whines playfully. “I’m just trying to open you up!”
Felix sucks in a breath between his teeth when Seungmin pushes the first finger in without warning, sliding in slowly to the hilt. Felix whines as Seungmin begins fucking him with it, keeping a steady pace. Not too fast, but just enough to keep Felix on edge.
Seungmin pushes a second finger in after Felix begins to whine for more, his tiny hand wrapped around his cock and jerking himself off languidly. He scissors them inside of Felix, taking his time to rub the pads of his fingers against Felix’s walls, stretching him open.
He nudges Felix with his knuckles, plunging his fingers in further until he-
“Ah! Seung-!”
Bingo.
He toys with the swollen spot a little more, pressing down against it gently in small, circular motions. And Felix writhes, small lithe body sweating against the sheets, moaning unabashedly. He’s sure whoever’s left in the dorms would’ve heard that. He’s not really sure he cares.
“Seungmin, shit, oh my God,” Felix bites out between whines, as Seungmin continues to fuck him open. Felix is clenching around him from the pleasure though, which doesn’t really make things easier. But God, is he tight.
Felix whines in complaint about how he wants Seungmin to fuck him already, but he soothes him with a kiss to his knee. “Patience, baby,” Seungmin coos. “Let me get you nice and ready for me, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Felix just gurgles in response, the poor thing, already desperate and on edge. He’s stopped moving his hand, instead holding himself tight at the base.
So, to satiate Felix, Seungmin picks up the pace a little more. He moves on to the third finger, making sure to still be thorough before he finally sits up. He wipes the excess lube on his dick, fumbles with the condom before managing to slide it on.
Felix is practically vibrating with excitement, grinning from ear to ear up at Seungmin. “God, I’m so ready for you to finally stick it in me.”
Seungmin laughs. “You’re insatiable.”
“You like it though, right?” Felix looks up at him now, pouting just a little.
“Of course, baby,” Seungmin leans forward to kiss his cheek. “I love it.”
Felix grins. “Good. Now stick it in me.”
Seungmin relents, lining himself up to Felix’s hole. It’s glistening with lube and a little bit loose, the sight of which makes him a little giddy.
With his clean hand, he laces his and Felix’s fingers together. Then, he slides his cock in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s all the way home.
Felix feels so impossibly tight around him, and judging by the way Felix’s face is screwed up in such pleasure, Seungmin knows he feels good too.
He lets Felix get used to him, and rocks his hips when Felix tells him to. The smaller man moans, subconsciously moving his hips to meet Seungmin’s. It’s cute, the way Felix holds onto his forearms and fucks back against him like it’s nothing.
Seungmin thrusts languidly but with some determination, letting their skin slap together loudly. It’s all so hot, Felix fitting around him like a glove, like he was made for him.
He wraps his hand around Felix’s cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts. He admires Felix’s cute little thing, his foreskin pulled back to reveal the ruddy red head, leaking at the tip with precome. Felix is desperate, and so is he.
Their pace grows more frantic, hurried and rushed as Felix pulls Seungmin close to kiss him, sloppily licking into his mouth. It’s a wonder how Felix can tell he’s close too, but they’ve always been able to read each other.
“Seungmin, baby,” Felix mumbles against his lips. “I’m so close, please. Don’t stop.”
Seungmin hums. “Me too, baby. Come for me, yeah? So good for me.”
That tips Felix over the edge, it seems, Felix letting his head fall back against the pillows as he finally orgasms. Spilling all over Seungmin’s hand, Felix face twists up in pleasure as he milks him through it. The sight of it is enough to send Seungmin over the edge as well, moaning softly as all his movements still, spilling hard into the condom.
He promptly proceeds to fall onto Felix, arms limply giving out. Felix laughs, pressing a kiss to the base of his ear as they catch their breaths.
He decides it’s okay if they lie like this, just for a while more, before they decide it’s gotten too sticky and they need a shower.
And he hopes none of the other guys will yell at them about taking their time in the shower till the water runs cold.