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Big thinks he’s doing pretty well playing down how jealous and upset he is about Porsche taking his spot as Kinn’s head bodyguard.
He tries not to think about the reasons why Porsche has the position now because he objectively isn’t even a good bodyguard. Big is. He’s been the best. He follows the rules and makes sure everyone else does too. He does what he needs to do to get a firm pat on the back recognizing what a good job he’s doing and a place in Kinn’s life that keeps him as close as he can get.
But he doesn’t get the amused grins, the magnetic pull, or the long stares that Porsche seems to. Big ignores that Kinn has never looked at him that way.
It’s much easier to handle with someone else on top of him. Chan’s back is sweaty under his grip, shifting with his short, quick movements. Every thrust feels like it’s splitting him apart and is paired with pre-cum dripping from his cock. Big would be embarrassed if he didn’t feel so good. Chan’s lips brush against his neck and Big drops his head back, a moan escaping when it hits the bed.
He feels a bit pathetic for letting his mind slip over to Kinn even at a time like this. Big’s not really using Chan to get over his pointless infatuation with Kinn. He likes the sex and just because Kinn is on his mind at the moment doesn’t mean anything because Kinn’s usually always on his mind. Shit, maybe he is using Chan to get over Kinn.
Another thrust has Big arching into Chan’s hold, fingers sinking into his skin, and eyes widening as he gives a choked groan. Chan pulls away and Big’s arms fall to the bed, their skin sticking for a moment from the sweat.
“Fuck,” Chan exhales, gritty and low in his throat.
Chan’s eyes trace his body and it makes Big feel like he is something to behold. His hands roam Big’s figure before settling on his hips and pulling him onto his cock, matching each stroke. The muscles in his arm tense with each movement. Big would hate for such a sight to go unappreciated. He licks his lips and thinks about Chan manhandling him, using him like a toy.
Big can barely take it, the way he can only give weak attempts at tightening around Chan because he’s so thick, but his body is pressing down to fully take him anyway. Big’s thighs twitch with exhaustion or pleasure or both, most likely. He needs to cum so badly. He needs Chan to cum so badly.
Chan watches Big fuck himself on his cock for a second. He slows down and smirks to himself about the little flutters he can feel around him. Big tries to keep the pace but the pressure isn’t enough without Chan pumping into him and he unintentionally lets it be known with a small, frustrated whine. Chan makes an amused (fond?) noise at that: Big never demanding anything, taking what he gets, always following the rules, being eager to please, obedient. Chan thinks that’s the reason Kinn isn’t interested in Big, among others, not that any of that is bad or Big’s fault.
Big unclenches a hand from the sheets and blindly reaches for Chan. He’s not good at asking for what he wants. Chan thinks he could work on that with him. For now, he leans forward, a hand under each of Big’s thighs to bring them with him while he makes sure he’s nestled deep inside him. Big’s walls suck him in like they want him even deeper.
“It’s okay, I got you.” He soothes Big with a kiss on the side of his knee like he’s sealing a promise. Something in Big’s chest flutters and he focuses on him. Chan’s words. His lips. The light brush of his facial hair on him.
He drives in, the slapping of skin and their moans seem deafening and Chan wonders if they could be heard beyond these walls. At least he doesn’t have a roommate to worry about. They figured his room would be a better choice for their arrangement than Big having to come up with excuses to kick Ken out for a few nights here and there.
A slight brush of his prostate has Big moaning freely into the warm air between them and clenching tighter around him. Chan is careful to keep the angle, fucks him hard and deep just to hear him again punctuated with the filthy, wet smacks of the lube. He likes when he can make Big feel good. Maybe he cares more than he should for this man who’s blinded by his admiration for another person. He’s already resolved to not let himself get too invested in this. He’s too old for this shit, but he can’t change Big’s feelings, and he can’t seem to stop himself.
Big’s breathing gets rougher and his skin is flushed pink. Chan knows he’s a little screwed. He practically has to force himself not to get hard during training when Big is tired and sweaty, a visual similar to this. The difference is Big’s eyes. They’re glazed over now with so much want and lust, like he needs Chan. Or his dick at least.
Big feels the warmth coiling up in him. He almost wants to put it off so he can keep Chan’s cock in him. The low, appreciative groans he catches from Chan sends a shiver up his back.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight? Feels so good.”
Big whimpers at the praise. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” Chan encourages, rubbing his thumb over Big’s thigh.
“Fuck– just– can I cum?”
Big says it more than he asks, his words and intonation punched out with each thrust in. It drives Chan crazy that he asks. He may just be perfect. Chan leans even closer, Big's legs pushed to his chest now. He gives a little shocked noise when Chan slips even deeper than he thought possible.
“Come on.” Chan grabs Big’s hand from his side and wraps it around his cock, hard against his stomach. Chan guides him, hand over the younger’s to spread the obscene amount of pre-cum that’s built up all over his length. It’s wet and messy, something they both like. Big moans when Chan takes it upon himself to rub at the spot under his red, flushed head before continuing to guide him. “There, you’re doing so good. Perfect.”
The praise sets Big off, his eyes are shut tight as his moans tremble with his pleasure, nursed by Chan who keeps thrusting despite the resistance from Big squeezing him tighter, tighter, tighter. His body is completely tensed and lights up with sensitivity when he feels Chan’s hands on his back, following his spine down to the swell of his ass.
It’s too soon to be turned on again, his dick hasn’t even fully softened, but Chan gives a few stunted strokes into Big’s relaxed hole, grunts and curses by his ear, and jerks once or twice inside him when he empties out into the condom and Big feels his arousal, but it amounts to nothing, not even a small twitch of his cock. He wishes he could see Chan’s face, but the solid weight on him is comforting too.
Chan carefully settles Big’s legs on the bed in a more comfortable position and slowly pulls out. He hears Big sigh, content and satisfied, before he tosses the condom in the trash bin. Sitting on the side of the bed, he leans over and pushes hair back from Big’s face. He watches as Big closes his eyes at the touch, not quite preening like a cat, a smile ticking up the corner of his lips.
“Go easy on me for training tomorrow, hm?” Big asks, a breathy laugh escaping him.
“In your dreams,” Chan answers, gruff and serious until he smiles to himself because he was going to in the first place.