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When Chan’s eyes crack open, they widen and glance around the room. He sits up and scratches his head, confused to find himself in Felix’s room.
Huh. He doesn’t remember coming over here last night, and oddly, Felix isn’t with him. Usually when he does come over, Chan will spoon him to sleep and wake up before he does.
Strangely, he’s fully clothed, and these…are not his clothes. Usually he sleeps naked, his body like a furnace when he sleeps.
He looks over at the mirror hanging off the wall and finds Felix’s face blinking back at him, his brown eyes wide. He’s in Felix’s body, for some strange fucking reason.
He wonders where Felix is, then. Had he woken up in Chan’s body?
Chan feels his body flush at the idea. He doesn’t know why the idea excites him as much as it does, but he wonders what Felix is thinking. What he thinks about when he sees Chan’s body in the mirror instead of his own. He does sleep naked, after all.
Chan should probably text him or something, but if Felix isn’t awake yet, he doesn’t want to wake him up, not…yet.
He feels a little bit like a pervert, but he can’t help but lift his shirt a little, peeking and finding Felix’s toned abs hidden underneath. How on earth he manages to keep his abs so toned without going to the gym is lost upon Chan.
He glances back at the mirror and feels a stab of guilt when a horrible thought crosses his mind, telling him to take off his shirt completely, to see the hidden skin underneath.
No, Chan tells himself. He’s not going to be a pervert about this. He should just text Felix and figure out what’s going on.
It’s not that bad, a voice in the back of his mind whispers. You’re stuck in his body. You’ll have to shower eventually, are you going to avoid looking at his body then?
It’s insane people logic, the logic of someone who is horribly down bad for Lee Felix.
Then again, it’s not like he hasn’t seen Felix naked before. Felix isn’t really shy about his body, always wearing shirts that accent his waist and show off his upper body. They used to live together, too, and privacy is a luxury when you live with seven other men. Of course he’s seen glimpses of Felix’s pretty, petite body when he’s changing or just coming out of the shower or the one time he invited Chan to a lower body bath together. Never again.
It’s not like Chan can ogle him much without coming across as a pervert, even if he does sneak a few glances. But now that he’s in Felix’s body, and Felix isn’t here…
Chan slides out from underneath the covers and crawls to the edge of the bed, sitting on his knees in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. He swallows thickly, watching his– Felix’s– Adam's apple bob.
He raises his hand and runs it across his face, brushing along the constellation of freckles dusted across his nose and cheeks. He thumbs under Felix’s big eyes and then stares at his button nose, eyes wandering down until they reach his lips. Fuck, his lips. He’s got the prettiest little cupid’s bow and plump, pink lips. He traces his lips with his fingers, tongue darting out to wet them and see them shine.
He parts his lips and makes an ah sound, blinking rapidly when his voice comes out deep and throaty. Surprised to hear Felix’s voice rather than his own.
Chan looks down, his eyes roving over the exposed collarbones on his shoulder. It wouldn’t…hurt to take a peek, right?
He curiously lifts up his shirt, once again staring at his abs, before lifting it further, up to his ribs and then his nipples. Chan shudders when the cold air of the dorm hits them, hardening them. He slips off the shirt completely and tentatively reaches up to brush his thumb along one of the pink nubs, gasping a little at the sensitivity.
Shit. He didn’t realize Felix was sensitive there.
Chan spreads his thighs a little, his breathing picking up ever so slightly. Felix has always had nice thighs, powerful when dancing, but soft and doughy when relaxed.
Chan doesn’t think, his mind completely entranced, as he slips off his pajama pants and leaves his body almost nude, save for his boxers. He’s already a little worked up, his boxers tenting a little. He hesitates before pressing his hand to his own cock, feeling up the length trapped beneath the fabric and moaning quietly.
Oh, God. That’s what Felix sounds like, looks like, when he’s being touched like this?
Chan is mesmerized by the image in the mirror, looking over his own debauched appearance, but through Felix’s eyes. He’s seriously so pretty.
He feels so perverted, so shameful when he tugs his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock from its confines. Felix’s cock is pretty, just like the rest of him and fuck Chan never knew he was uncut. He bites back a moan at the realization, brushing over the skin and pulling it back to expose the head.
Chan wraps a hand around his cock, sighing heavily at the contact. He slowly strokes himself, watching with rapt attention as it fills out, the head weeping with tiny beads of precum. He thumbs over the head and then brings his thumb up to his lips, lapping up the precum.
He’s fully hard now, his cock blushing a pretty pinkish red. Chan strokes himself a little faster, his free hand traveling up his body and thumbing over his nipple again, shuddering and moaning. He’s never been more turned on in his life, watching Felix’s face and body come undone, lips parted and thighs trembling as he strokes himself.
Just when he’s about to climax, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip, the door opens, shattering his fantasy.
“Hyung– Oh.”
Chan shouts and nearly falls off the bed, pulling up the covers to hide himself. Standing in the doorway is…Chan. Except it’s not Chan. It’s his body, but Chan knows it’s really Felix in there, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Felix?” Chan asks quietly, shame coursing through him like lightning.
“I was um,” Felix says slowly. “I was trying to text you, but you weren’t picking up, so I figured you weren’t awake yet. What are you…what are you doing, hyung?”
Chan is quiet for a long moment. What is he supposed to say?
Sorry Felix, I got so turned on from being in your body I decided to be the biggest pervert ever and get off in front of a mirror.
“Nothing,” is what he settles for instead. He nearly smacks himself.
“Hyung…”
“Can we just forget about this?” Chan begs, clutching the sheets to his body.
“I don’t think I can just wipe the image of you in my body getting off in front of a mirror from my mind, no.”
Chan shuts his eyes and hangs his head. “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have. I know it’s weird–”
“It’s weird, sure, but…is it weirder that I’m kinda into it?”
Chan opens his eyes and looks up, finding Felix’s head tipped to the side. “What?”
“Like–” Felix shuts the door and sits on the bed. “Seeing myself getting off. I know it’s you but I’ve never really watched myself get off or anything, and it’s kinda…hot?”
Chan stares at him. “What?”
“What?” Felix echoes. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not the one who tried to get off in your body.” Chan averts his eyes at that. “But like…I dunno. I’ve always kinda found myself hot. Haven’t you ever thought that?”
“I mean yeah, of course you’re hot,” Chan agrees.
Felix rolls his eyes. “Not that I’m hot, that you’re hot. Like you’re attracted to yourself.”
“Oh.” Chan shifts a little. He’s never really entertained the idea. “Not really? Like, I guess I’m attractive because people say so, but…”
“You are,” Felix says softly. “We don’t say it for no reason. Look at me.” Chan lifts his eyes, staring at Felix’s–well, his own face. Spooky. “Aren’t you pretty, hyung?”
Chan takes a long look at himself. His dark eyes, his big nose, his acne scars, his lips…They all combine to create something that Chan can tell is beautiful. He’s seen himself in a mirror before but this is a little different. Okay…maybe he understands what Felix is talking about.
“Yeah,” Chan says quietly.
“I know you’re probably more excited about the fact that you’re in my body, but I think we can make this work.”
“Make what work?”
“I kinda wanna fuck you,” Felix admits a bit shyly. “Well, me, I guess.”
“You…” Chan’s head spins. “What?”
Felix laughs. “Is that any weirder than you doing whatever the hell you were doing before I got here?”
“I-I guess not. You really want to…?” Chan can’t say it, swallowing thickly.
“I really want to,” Felix says quietly. “If you want to.”
It’ll be really weird, getting fucked by himself. He knows it’s technically Felix fucking him, which makes him dizzy with want, but the face he’ll be looking at is his own. The person he’ll physically feel fucking him is himself.
Maybe Felix is rubbing off on him, because the idea isn’t sounding too bad.
“I–okay,” Chan finally caves. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
“You sure? You don’t have to. It’s just a…fantasy of mine, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Chan repeats. “I’m okay with it.”
Felix smirks and wow seeing Chan’s own smirk looking back at him is weird but he kinda likes it. He likes the way his eyes seem to darken and a heavy confidence that Chan could never exude in bed stares back at him.
“Come here.”
Chan blinks at the command but slowly, his body starts to move on its own accord. He lets the sheets drop from his body and crawls over to Felix, who takes him by the waist and tugs him into his lap. Chan yelps a little at the sudden manhandling, face growing hot.
Felix laughs, “Wow, I’m so light.”
Felix stares up at him, carefully examining his face. He reaches up and thumbs at Chan’s mouth, Chan’s lips instinctively parting for him. Felix chuckles quietly, delighted. He presses his thumb into Chan’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue and testing his gag reflex.
Chan finds that wow, Felix must have a good gag reflex, because he doesn’t gag even when Felix prods deep into his mouth. Felix hums quietly, pulling his thumb out after a minute of exploring.
“Can I kiss you?”
Chan nods enthusiastically, fighting the urge to shy away when his own face looms closer. Felix cups his face to hold him still, thumbing over his bottom lip again. Chan lets his eyes flutter shut as Felix leans in, gently kissing him.
He melts into the kiss. He’s always wondered if his lips would feel nice, given how soft and plump they are. And God, they do. Felix is an enthusiastic kisser as well, their lips smacking together obscenely.
A part of Chan is slightly disappointed that he can’t actually feel Felix’s lips against his own, but it’s nice to know Felix is kissing him nonetheless.
Felix leads the kiss passionately, dragging his tongue along the seam of Chan’s lips, asking for entrance. Chan’s lips part without thinking, quietly whining as Felix’s tongue explores his mouth. Felix leaves a few open mouthed kisses on his lips before pulling away, his gaze lidded when Chan opens his eyes.
Damn. Maybe Chan is kinda sexy like this.
As if reading his thoughts, Felix smiles, Chan’s signature dimples coming out.
“You’re gonna have to stop kissing me for a second if you want me to spread you open, baby.”
Chan shudders. He hates to admit it, but he secretly loves being babied and taken care of. As much as he loves taking care of his dongsaengs, he’s only human. He wants to be taken care of too, and being the oldest, it doesn’t happen all too often.
Felix takes him by the waist and rolls them over, pinning him down to the bed. Chan can’t hide the pathetic whine that escapes him, unused to his own strength being used against him.
Felix reaches down and takes hold of Chan’s weeping cock, Chan moaning quietly as he slowly strokes him. Felix doesn’t seem to have any intent on speeding things up, his eyes dark as he stares down at Chan. He seems hellbent on taking things slow, drawing everything out so he can really enjoy taking Chan apart.
A part of Chan feels stupid, knowing Felix is only into this because he basically gets to fuck himself, not Chan. He’s not interested in Chan at all. Chan doesn’t mind though, not really. At the end of the day, he gets to be with Felix, even if it’s superficial.
Felix’s lips brush across his jaw, down to his neck, kissing and lightly nipping at his pulsepoint. Chan squirms at the sensitivity, his hand coming up to grab at Felix’s–well, his own– dark curls.
Chan eventually starts to whine and clutch at Felix’s shirt with his other hand. He’s never liked slow sex, always enjoying a messy, desparate fuck over anything. He’s impatient and likes it a little bit rough, likes how heated things get between him and his partner, nothing but raw desire and instincts driving them.
“Felix…please…”
“Hyung,” Felix whispers, his breath tickling Chan’s neck. “Call me hyung.”
Chan’s eyes widening. “Are you serious?”
Felix pulls away to meet Chan’s eyes, smirking. “I’m the hyung now, aren’t I? I’m older than you now that I’m in your body. Shouldn’t you refer to me as such?”
“I–”
Felix’s smirk fades, his hand tightening around Chan’s cock, glancing down between them.
“Say it,” Felix commands. “Say it and I’ll give you whatever you want, Channie.”
Chan shivers. Holy fuck.
“H-Hyung,” he gasps out when Felix twists his hand just right, thumbing over the head of his cock.
“There’s a good boy,” Felix purrs. “You want me to spread you open now?”
Chan nods enthusiastically. It’s been so long since he was fucked. With all the schedules they’ve had it’s been a hot minute since he’s had sex at all. And to be having sex with Felix on top of that is driving him a little insane.
Felix fishes a generously used bottle of lube out of his drawer. Seeing the half empty bottle gives Chan the mental image of Felix fingering himself late at night, trying to keep his desperate little sounds muffled as he pressed his fingers deep within himself.
When Felix circles a slick finger against his rim Chan tosses his head back and moans at the sensation. Maybe it’s been a while, maybe Felix’s body is more sensitive than his own, but something is making him feel so much more sensitive than usual. Felix slips a finger inside, sinking in until the first knuckle.
Felix is exceedingly gentle and Chan opens up easily. He slowly fucks a single finger in and out of Chan’s ass, Chan squirming and getting off on the sound of his own moans, Felix’s voice deep and beautiful to his ears.
God, as lucky as he is to be experiencing this at all, he really wishes he were experiencing it in his own body. He so desperately wants to see Felix’s face hovering over him as he teases a second finger, whispering filthy words in that sultry voice of his.
But he’s not an idiot, and he’s definitely enjoying this so far. He’ll take what he can get.
Felix presses a third finger inside, Chan’s back arching off the bed and his hands clawing at the sheets.
“I look pretty like this,” Felix says, tipping his head and staring down at him with thoughtful eyes. “I see why all my partners always want me to be on the bottom.”
“I’d let you fuck me,” Chan blurts, mouth moving faster than his filter.
Felix smiles, Chan’s dimples popping out. “Would you?” Chan can’t exactly take it back, so he just nods shyly, avoiding Felix’s eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so shocked, you’re letting me do this right now.”
“Not the same,” Chan mumbles, lazily grinding his hips down on Felix’s fingers.
Felix fucks him slowly but deeply, carefully massaging his prostate with one hand while the other grips Chan’s thigh like he’s going to run away. Chan likes the vice-like grip, Felix’s fingernails digging into his thigh and making it burn a little. It feels possessive.
He wishes Felix would be a bit rougher on him, but Felix of course is a huge tease. He purposely avoids Chan’s prostate when Chan whines at him to go faster, telling him;
“Be patient for hyung.”
Chan can only whimper, turning to the side and pressing his face into the pillow.
“I’m ready, Lix, please. Stop teasing me.”
Felix curls his fingers, rubbing up maddeningly against his prostate and watching him writhe and shake with dark eyes.
“Okay,” Felix says finally, once he seems to have mesmerized how his own body looks and sounds when he’s coming undone. “Up, baby. On your hands and knees.”
Chan rolls over and clambers up on shaky limbs. Felix takes a hold of his waist and ass and turns him around. Chan is confused until he looks up to ask and then realizes they’re facing the mirror.
He stares, mesmerized by the image of himself pressing inside Felix’s ass, his mouth–which looks like Felix’s in the mirror–falling open and eyebrows drawing together. He looks fucked out already.
Chan moans, never having been more turned on in his life. He stares at Felix’s face, biting his bottom lip and watching the plush lip turn white before releasing it and letting it get all puffy.
He can’t get over the odd fact that it’s himself he’s feeling. He’s literally being filled up by his own cock. Things could not get any weirder. At least he feels…nice. But maybe it’s Felix enhancing that experience.
Felix fucks him steadily, punching moans from Chan’s mouth with fluid rolls of his hips. It’s weird, seeing himself in the mirror fucking Felix, but knowing it’s the other way around. It’s enticing, seeing the way Felix’s gorgeous face scrunch up as he gets fucked, lips parted and obscene.
“Fuck, we look really good like this,” Felix gasps, one hand tracing up Chan’s spine while his other circles his nipple. Chan makes a noise he’s never made before, high pitch, almost a squeal. Felix grins. “Yeah, my nipples are pretty sensitive.”
Chan shakes as Felix tugs and pinches at his nipple, unable to tear his eyes away from his own face. He likes the way his body shakes and his cock drips with precum. Felix has always been the prettiest thing Chan’s ever laid eyes on, but by God is he even prettier like this.
Chan once again wishes he were in his own body, making Felix feel like this, look like this. He wishes Felix weren’t in it just out of some weird sexual fantasy. He wants Felix, and he wants Felix to want him.
Felix leans down and presses his chest against Chan’s back, his hips increasing in speed. He reaches down and takes hold of Chan’s aching cock, bobbing uselessly between his legs. Chan arches his back and whines as Felix strokes him messily, still fucking him with hard, fluid thrusts.
“You’re so pretty,” Felix whispers, eyes half closed, but still pointed at the mirror. Chan feels weird knowing he’s really talking about himself, but basks in the praise nonetheless. “I’m close.”
“Hyung–” Chan reaches back and takes hold of his curls, Felix’s lips pressing against his neck. “Inside. Please.”
Felix groans, his hips stuttering impossibly faster. It only takes a few more messy thrusts until he’s spilling inside Chan, Chan whining at the mess dripping down his thighs. He vaguely wonders what Felix looks like, dripping full of his cum.
Felix continues to stroke his cock, and not long after, Chan is releasing over his fist, pressing his face into the sheets with a moan.
Felix massages his hips and caresses his back, gently soothing him, and it’s just such a Felix behavior it makes Chan want to cry.
“You okay, hyung?” Felix asks carefully.
“Mhm.” Chan gives him a weak thumbs up, face still pressed into the sheets.
“Can I clean you up?”
“Yeah.”
Felix carefully cleans him up, wiping down his body and the unfortunate stains on the sheets. Once he’s finished, he manhandles Chan’s weirdly weak body to lie down and lies beside him, sighing.
“So, did you live out your fantasy?” Chan asks, a hint of bitterness lying beneath his tone.
Felix hums, and Chan can’t tell if he caught the undertone of bitterness or not. “It was alright.”
“Just alright?”
Felix shrugs. “It was fun, but it wasn’t all I thought it’d be.”
Yeah, me neither.
A beat of silence.
“Do you think we’ll switch back?” Chan wonders aloud. “Because this kinda kills our whole career.”
Felix laughs. “I’m sure we will. I don’t know why this happened, but I think it happened for a reason.”
Chan has always been the type of person to believe in fate and destiny but this feels like a cruel twist of it. Yeah, he had Felix for a small moment, but it wasn’t real, was it?
“Maybe,” is all he says in return.
–
By the time Chan wakes up the next morning, he knows something’s different. He sits up in his bed, glancing over in the mirror and finding his own face staring back at him. He’s never been more relieved to see his own face.
Felix lays quietly beside him, his back rising and falling in peaceful breaths. Chan lies back down and stares at the ceiling for a moment.
He slept with Felix, a milestone that should make him at least somewhat happy, but all it does is leave an ugly feeling in his stomach. He wonders how Felix feels about it, if he’s freaking out about it as much as he is. Probably not. He’s nowhere near as obsessed with Chan as Chan is with him.
That’s his issue. He’s so dependent on Felix when Felix doesn’t want nor need him.
Felix suddenly rolls over, throwing a leg over Chan’s body and nuzzling close to him.
“Hyung,” he murmurs sleepily. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” Chan replies.
“Mmm. See, we’re back already. Told you not to worry.”
“It’s what I do best,” Chan says wryly.
Felix chuckles and pulls away, Chan turning his neck to look at him. Felix’s eyes are barely open as he stares at Chan thoughtfully.
“Never been more happy to see hyung’s face,” Felix says quietly.
Chan agrees on that sentiment, but hearing it from Felix is confusing. He thought Felix liked being outside of his body, if only for the time being.
“Happy to see your pretty face too,” Chan responds, bringing up a hand to brush over Felix’s cheek.
Felix bites his lip and giggles bashfully. “I thought being in my body was your dream come true with the way you handled it at first.”
Chan feels heat rise up to his cheeks. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t lie, you know,” Felix continues. “It was really hot when I walked in. I really wasn’t expecting it. Knowing it was you...”
“You–What? Because you knew it was me? What do you mean?” Chan is thoroughly confused.
“Like…It was me, but it was you, using my body to get off. I think what excited me more was knowing that it was you.”
“I–”
“Hyung,” Felix interrupts, not that Chan really knew what he was going to say. “Can I like…fuck you for real?”
“You really want me?” Chan’s voice is small, filled with disbelief.
“I do, hyung,” Felix says softly, leaning his cheek into Chan’s touch. “I’ve always wanted you. Just didn’t know how to say it before.”
“Fuck,” Chan whispers. “Yeah. Please. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“I told you we switched bodies for a reason,” Felix says, sitting up and straddling Chan’s hips. He reaches up and gropes Chan’s chest, Chan letting out a shocked gasp. “I’m not gonna lie, I thought about doing exactly what you did when I woke up, but then I felt weird about it.”
Chan still feels a little guilty for it. It was pretty weird of him. But Felix does make him a little insane.
“I’m sorry,” Chan says earnestly.
“Don’t be,” Felix murmurs, leaning down and brushing their noses together with a smile. “Like I said, I thought it was hot. Did you enjoy yourself, hyung?”
“I–yeah. You’re pretty when you cum.”
“I know, I saw it.”
Felix doesn’t say anything else before pressing their lips together, hungrily nipping and sucking at Chan’s bottom lip. Chan groans into the kiss. Kissing Felix’s plush mouth is so much better than kissing himself.
“Oh, hyung, your lips are so soft,” Felix whispers before diving back in.
His hips roll lazily on Chan’s hardening dick, his hands groping at Chan’s chest like it’s a stress ball. Chan squirms underneath him, parting his lips for Felix and rutting his hips up desperately.
He wasn’t able to fully enjoy it before, but now that he gets to fully explore Felix’s body knowing that Felix wants him too, he finds himself easily addicted. He runs his hands up Felix’s thin little waist, rubbing his thumbs along his ribs. He remembers that Felix’s nipples are sensitive and thumbs at the pink nubs, Felix softly moaning into his mouth at the feeling.
”Hyung, you’re like, actually so hot, fuck,” Felix hisses, grinding his hips down a bit harder.
Chan whines into his mouth, “Not as hot as you.”
Felix laughs and scoots back to tug down Chan’s pants. Chan nibbles on his lower lip as Felix frees him from the confines of his boxers and wraps a single, small hand around him. Chan’s hand isn’t much bigger, he won’t front, but it’s still an adorable sight.
Felix strokes his cock and leans down, making eye contact as he laps at the head, Chan’s hips bucking up despite his best efforts. Felix giggles and wraps his lips around him, bobbing his head shallowly and humming. Chan moans at the deep vibrations, one hand grasping at Felix’s hair while the other digs into the sheets.
“Hyung,” Felix pulls off to say. Chan forces his vision to focus from where he was seeing stars from Felix’s mouth. “Fuck my face?”
Oh fuck, Felix is looking to kill him.
Chan tentatively tugs at Felix’s hair as he goes down on him again, waiting. When Felix doesn’t show any resistance, he grinds his hips upwards into Felix’s throat, moaning at the way it constricts around him.
“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” Chan gasps. “Fucking hell, Lix, where did you learn to do this? Don’t answer that.”
Felix’s eyes crinkle, amused. But Chan isn’t really joking. He doesn’t want to know. The oddly possessive and greedy part of himself hates the idea of Felix being with other people. He hates the fact that he’s not the only one who’s had the pleasure of seeing him like this.
Felix looks beautiful like this, somethng Chan can appreciate this time. His lips are swollen and red and slick with precum and spit. His eyes are focused and dark, eyebrows slightly furrowed and pupils fully enlarged. He’s clearly enjoying the obscene way Chan fucks his throat, no real restraint on his part.
“Fuck, you really like this?” Chan asks, eyeing the tears in Felix’s eyes that fall down his cheeks from holding back his gag reflex.
Felix makes a muffled but undeniably enthusiastic noise. Chan fucks his face so rough he’s worried he’ll hurt him, but Felix doesn’t make any motions for him to stop. Eventually, Chan does, because he wants to check in and he doesn’t want to actually cum before Felix gets to fuck him.
“You okay?” Chan asks as he tugs Felix off of him.
Felix inhales deeply a few times, nodding and then smiling. “Fuck yeah,” he says, voice raw and even deeper and huskier than normal. Holy shit this is the hottest he’s ever sounded. “I’ve always wanted to do that for you.”
Chan laughs in disbelief, petting Felix’s hair. “Fuck me now? Please?”
Felix’s smile widens. “Okay.” He pulls the lube out of the drawer and kneels between Chan’s parted thighs. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, reaching out and caressing Chan’s thigh until it visibly trembles. “All spread out and eager for me.”
“I’m yours,” Chan breathes. “I’ve always been yours.”
Felix smiles. “I know.”
He coats his fingers in lube and prods at Chan’s hole, Chan shuddering as he slips a single finger inside. It doesn’t take long for Chan to be stretched open, his eyes slipped shut and Felix expertly fucking him open with three fingers. He rolls his hips down in time with Felix’s fingers, moaning every time Felix even gets close to his prostate.
“Come on, Lix, I need to feel you. For real this time.”
Felix senses his urgency and thankfully doesn’t tease, slipping his fingers out and shucking off all of his clothes before lubing up his cock. Chan opens his eyes for this part, sitting up on his elbows and watching and feeling the way Felix’s cock slowly slips inside him. It’s an indescribable feeling, being full of the person he’s loved for so long.
“This is infinitely better than fucking myself,” Felix declares, bringing heat to Chan’s cheeks and his eyes to Felix’s face. “Fuck, hyung, do you have any idea how pretty you look like this? How amazing you feel around me?”
Chan can only whine incoherently, basking in the gentle praise. Felix pets his hips like he’s something fragile, made of glass. Chan feels like he’s about to break when Felix starts to move his hips, grinding slowly into him.
Chan tips his head back and moans, eyes fluttering shut. He lets himself focus on the wet slide of Felix’s cock in and out of his ass, filling him up just perfectly. He won’t last long like this at all, there’s no way.
“Open your eyes, hyung.”
Chan cracks his eyes open, swallowing thickly when he’s met with Felix’s dark eyes practically devouring him. Felix coos down at him, lifting a hand and brushing Chan’s bangs out of his eyes, a gentle contrast to the way his hips speed up. Chan both hates and loves the way Felix keeps eye contact, shuddering underneath his watchful gaze.
“Love seeing you like this,” Felix murmurs, his voice nothing but a deep rasp. A gentle caress against Chan’s lips. “Hyung’s so beautiful for me.”
It’s so loving, so doting and honest the way he says it. Felix has always been nothing but honest, never mincing his words or beating around the bush, especially when it comes to Chan, who sometimes needs to be told as it is.
Felix clearly thinks he needs to hear this, because he repeats it again, softly moaning out Chan’s name, “Ah, Chan–hyung. So beautiful.”
Chan’s hands slide up Felix’s spine, admiring the gentle curve of his lithe body. “You’re perfect for me too. Fill me up so nicely.”
Felix smiles and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yeah? Hyung feels like he was made for me. Taking me so well. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust that punches a weak cry from Chan’s lips. He claws at Felix’s back, pulling him in impossibly closer.
“Please,” Chan gasps, not really knowing what he’s asking for. “Please.”
Felix gives it to him anyway, because he knows Chan better than Chan knows himself, kissing him fervently and driving his hips roughly inside him.
“Gonna cum,” Felix groans against his lips. “Does hyung want me to cum in him?”
Chan nods enthusiastically, “Please. Yes. Want that so bad.”
“Good,” Felix says breathlessly, fucking into him hard and fast.
Chan babbles a little, switching between begging and calling out Felix’s name like a mantra. It doesn’t take much time for Felix to bury his face into Chan’s shoulder and spill inside him. Chan moans as Felix’s cock pumps him full of cum, his thighs shaking.
Felix’s hips slow to a stop, his breathing hot and heavy in Chan’s ear. “Hyung…I really don’t wanna pull out.”
“Then don’t.”
“My dick hurts.”
Chan laughs, hard and unexpected. “Okay, okay.”
“Don’t worry,” Felix says as he pulls out, lips forming an ‘o’ as he stares at the cum dribbling out of Chan’s hole. “...I think I know another way of making you cum. Turn over.”
Chan rolls over onto his stomach, a bit confused until he feels Felix’s hands grope his ass roughly. He gasps softly as Felix’s hands spread him apart, back arching when he feels Felix’s cum oozing out of himself. Fuck.
He doesn’t even have time to prepare himself before Felix’s tongue is lapping insistently at his hole, crying out and burying his face into the sheets. Felix is enthusiastic about it, lapping at Chan’s hole and humming, pleased noises escaping him as if he’s the one being pleasured.
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to do this,” Felix groans, pausing to thumb at Chan’s wet, gaping hole. Chan shudders. “Your ass is so amazing.”
Without further comment, he dives back in, licking and sucking at Chan’s hole and eating him out like a man starved for days. Chan squirms and dry sobs into the sheets, overstimulated even though he hasn’t cum yet.
He can feel himself rushing toward the edge, climbing higher and higher on the ecstacy that comes from Felix’s mouth. There’s no way he’ll last long like this. Not after being fucked so good and now having his hole abused so greedily.
Felix gropes and pulls at Chan’s ass cheeks, his tongue sliding deep inside him and fucking him open. Chan’s never been so hard in his life, but he doesn’t touch himself, wanting to cum from Felix’s tongue alone. Even though he really wants to see how Felix looks right now, face buried between his cheeks, the slick noises of Felix tongue-fucking him alone are enough to give him jack off materials for months.
“Felix, baby,” Chan whines, voice reedy. “I can’t–I can’t–”
“Shh, hyung,” Felix coos, pausing for a moment to soothe Chan’s whines. “I’ve got you, yeah? Be a good boy and take what I give you.”
Chan would take anything Felix gives him. He so desperately wants Felix and everything he gives him. He’d let Felix do whatever he wants to him, even if it means getting hurt in the process. Felix can ruin him over and over again until Chan is nothing but broken shards of glass, unable to be put back together again. And still, Chan would take it, would even thank him, and do it all over again.
Chan sees stars when he cums, Felix never letting up as he works him through his orgasm. He continues to lap at Chan’s hole until Chan’s whining becomes pained, a little too overstimulated to be pleasurable anymore. Felix pulls away, kneading at Chan’s ass like a cat.
“You okay, hyung?” Felix asks.
“Yeah,” Chan whispers, though he still feels a little dizzy from his orgasm. He’s still kind of high, his brain a cloudy haze of pleasure that starts and ends with Felix. “Feels nice.”
Felix hums, his hands running up Chan’s back and rubbing soothing patterns along his spine. “Hyung sounds so pretty when he’s being eaten out. Think I’m already addicted.”
Chan huffs out a small laugh, rolling over to stare up at Felix’s face. Felix’s eyes are soft and kind, looking down at him with an indescribable fondness.
“I really want to do this again,” Chan says earnestly, because he always gets sappy and honest after sex.
Felix tips his head. “Yeah? I was gonna say the same thing. Minus the body switching.”
Chan laughs, “Yeah, I’m kinda over that. Nothing will beat the feeling of you inside me.”
Felix hums and leans down to cage him in with his arms, brushing their noses together. “Mmm. If we ever do happen switch bodies again you should fuck me so you know how amazing your ass feels.”
“Don’t think I could ever fuck myself,” Chan mumbles. “Not really interested. Only want you.”
“So sweet,” Felix murmurs, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss. “We actually have to get up now.”
Chan groans and buries his face into Felix’s shoulder. “Don’t wanna. Wanna stay here with you the whole day.”
Felix giggles, soft and giddy. Music to Chan’s ears. “Come on, hyung. I’ll clean you up.”
True to his words, Felix pulls out some wipes and cleans Chan’s cum–stained torso, pressing a gentle kiss to his tummy once he’s done.
Chan feels so blissed out he doesn’t want to leave–ever. “Just ten more minutes?” he begs, holding Felix against his chest with a greedy grip on his waist.
“Hyung, aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one?”
“Hard to think straight when I’m with you.”
“Are you always this sappy after sex?” Felix asks with a teasing smile.
A blush creeps up Chan’s cheeks. “Do you not like it?”
“Oh, no, I love it. Don’t ever stop.”
Chan laughs, surprised, and pulls Felix closer, because he hadn’t said no. They can afford ten more minutes in their peaceful little bubble. Away from responsibilities and the reality of their hardworking careers.
“I love you, you know that?” Chan whispers, stroking Felix’s hair with one hand.
“Mhm.” Chan whines, which makes Felix laugh. “I love you too, hyung. Don’t doubt that.”
They both fall quiet, basking in each others’ warmth and the soft feeling of skin on skin between their connected bodies. Chan doesn’t want to ever get up, until–
Knock knock knock.
“Lix, are you and Chan–hyung done fucking? Changbin and Jisung are asking where he is,” Minho’s voice filters through.
“Nope,” Felix calls back lazily, snuggling closer to Chan, who is mortified.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” Chan calls, his body warm and face sure to be beet red. “Oh, God, they heard us?”
“Hyung, you’re not exactly quiet.”
Chan makes a defeated noise and pushes Felix off him. “Okay. I’m getting up. This is the worst moment of my life.”
But even after word gets around that Chan is a whiner in bed, (he gets plenty of shit from Changbin and Jisung) he can’t find himself to regret a single moment spent with Felix.