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Having no plans on Halloween night is sad by Felix’s standards, but being tasked to babysit the neighborhood kids as they wheedle sugary treats out of the neighborhood homes is even worse.
He had tried pleading his case out of it, even arguing that he could try to go hang out with a few mildly undesirable high school friends who he’d lost contact with after going to university a couple of cities away. But no.
Even if he had grumbled for a good while, the truth is that most of the anger goes away the moment he sees the kids’ big smiles. They carry plastic pumpkins, bags, or anything that can be used as a container as they go knocking door after door down the street. Felix mostly keeps away, not wanting to deprive the kids of their sweets by taking some for himself. Occasionally some of the older kids talk to him, but he just stays in the background as they do their thing.
Which is why he’s surprised when a neighbor speaks to him specifically.
“Wait, Felix!” his neighbor calls him. The kids had called him Chan, and Felix doesn’t know him too well because the man had only moved here a couple of years ago, when Felix began university. He seems to be in his middle to late thirties, with a strong build but kind eyes. “I have some more treats inside, if you want? Can’t let you leave empty handed on Halloween.”
Now, Felix had been ready to employ all his good heart and not be greedy about the sweets meant for the children, but if someone wants to give them to him… He won’t lie, his mouth has been watering for some time. A bit of sugar is exactly what he needs to weather the rest of the night.
“Sure. Thanks,” Felix says, a small smile tugging his lips.
“Great, just give me a second,” Chan smiles, and woah, his smile’s so nice.
Felix probably shouldn’t be ogling his middle aged neighbor, but he’s not blind, and Chan is damnedly attractive.
“Come in if you want, it’s quite cold outside,” Chan says as he goes inside.
It’s true. Felix shouldn’t have overestimated how chilly it got during the night when he got dressed to go out with a plain sweater and jeans, too used to the capital’s overly warm climate.
So Felix, after a quick check on the kids who are already ringing the bell of the next house over and doing perfectly fine by themselves, steps inside Chan’s home.
The first thing he notices is how dimly lit it is, maybe because of the Halloween ambiance, so he can’t make out much of Chan’s foyer. The second thing he notices is the voice that comes, not from somewhere in front of him. But from behind him.
“Gotcha, Lixie,” Chan purrs from the opposite direction he was expecting him to be.
Felix whirls around, just in time to see the front door closing, and Chan’s shadowed form advancing on him.
“What are you doing? Is this a Halloween trick?” Felix demands, fighting with himself to keep his voice steady as fear curls in his gut.
He moves away from Chan, taking a few steps back, but he’s not familiar with the place. A weakness that Chan doesn’t hesitate to exploit as he pushes him back against the wall. Felix puts his arms up to shield himself and shove the man away, but Chan is a wall of pure, hard muscle. He doesn’t move an inch, no matter how much strength Felix uses.
“This,” Chan drawls, face now dangerously close to Felix’s ear. “Is my treat.”
Chan’s mouth closes hotly on Felix’s neck, and he gasps at the stinging pleasure that the contact elicits.
“Stop!” Felix shouts, arms still uselessly trying to push him away. “Stop! I don’t want this.”
“Really, Lixie?” Chan asks, and something in Felix’s core burns at the dark sweetness of the man’s voice. “You may reconsider when I’m done with you.”
Suddenly Felix is being grabbed, thick arms wrapping around his waist and lifting him up, carrying him deeper into the house.
“No! Put me down! Chan, please,” Felix struggles, dread souring his mouth and throat, but the difference in their constitutions is too great. Felix feels like no more than a doll, unable to escape the man’s hold as he bodily carries him somewhere away from the front door.
When Chan lets him go, Felix lands on the soft surface of a bed. Before he can reorient himself or even take in the room itself, strong hands catch his ankle and pull, leaving him flat on his back.
“Now, be a good boy and behave, okay?” Chan asks, and his tone is so sweet and gentle, totally at odds with how he climbs the bed after Felix, who kicks whatever part of the man he can reach. “Or not,” Chan adds, and uses his hold on his legs to manhandle Felix onto his front.
Felix makes to scramble away, but Chan stops him by pulling Felix’s sweater off his torso. Except he doesn’t pull it off fully, and Felix gets tangled in a mess of fabric and limbs and head. He grunts as the struggle makes him feel swelteringly hot, but cries out when Chan takes advantage of his predicament to remove his shoes and drag off his pants and underwear.
This can’t be happening.
Except Chan fully pulls off Felix’s top next, dropping the piece of clothing somewhere behind him and pausing to take him in. Felix looks up at Chan’s roguishly handsome face and cocky smirk as he stands there, naked, in his neighbor’s bed.
“You’re prettier than I imagined, baby,” Chan praises, with the voice and appearance that should belong to an angel.
But angels don’t undress innocent boys forcefully on their beds.
Felix is spared from having to reply to that as Chan seizes his wrist, impervious to Felix’s futile attempts at resistance, as if his muscles were actually made of forged iron.
His stomach turns laden when Chan slips a leather cuff around his captive wrist, then catches his other one to repeat the process, ignoring Felix’s pleading cries.
“This is just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself, baby,” Chan pacifies him, although it does nothing to ease Felix’s mind.
The boy pants, exerted after having used almost all his energy trying to fight the man off without any success. The cuffs are tied together with a chain, and Chan pulls from it to make Felix lie down and stretch towards the headboard. It’s only when he hears a distinct chink that Felix realizes his current situation.
Chan just chained him to his bed.
“Now, for the final touch,” Chan says, rummaging on his bedside table.
Shivers crawl up Felix’s body, but he can’t do little more than lie there trembling, thighs clenched shut and heart thunderously loud in his ears.
What Chan retrieves from his drawer is not something that Felix knows or understands. It’s a series of black leather strips connected to a pink, oval-shaped thingy.
He decides he definitely does not want to know what it is when Chan begins to put one of his feet into this system of straps.
Felix struggles with renewed energy, but even all his strength is nothing but a child’s play for Chan. Almost effortlessly, his neighbor pries Felix’s legs open and inserts his body between them so that he can’t close them again. With a strangled cry, Felix finds out that the leather straps sit on his body where his panties would, and the oval pink shape sits precisely on top of his clit.
His breaths are a breathy, broken thing.
“Now, since Halloween has just started,” Chan begins saying, searching on his bedside table once more. “I have to go hand out some more sweets to the kids. But you will stay here, getting an appetizer of what we’re going to do tonight. Okay, love?” Chan says, showing him what he has in his hand, a small box the same pink color of the strips. “But first… a sweet appetizer for me too. I want to see your face when you come, so I’ll know exactly what lovely expressions you’re making while I attend to the kids later.”
Chan clicks something on the small box—a remote, Felix understands now—and the vibrator on his clit comes to life.
A whine tears out of Felix’s throat before he can choke it down, his arms pulling fruitlessly against his restraints as the vibrations kickstart his pleasure in a fiery wave. Even though he knows it’s useless, since the device is tied to his body, Felix bucks his hips against the vibrations, away from them, but Chan grabs his hips to keep him still.
Chan doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything except sit there between his legs and hold him down so he can’t thrash around while avidly drinking in Felix’s face, his body, greedily taking in the response to the forced pleasure.
Felix keens, straining against the cuffs as the direct vibrations on his clit make his pleasure surge, higher and higher. Chan clicks on the remote again and the vibrations increase, and that’s all Felix’s body needs as blinding hot bliss crashes into him. His whole body tenses, brows furrowing and lips parting around sweet moans as he rides his high.
“Lovely,” Felix hears Chan’s rough voice say, his eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure. Another click, and the vibrations come down to the lowest setting. “You tempt me, Lixie darling,” Chan says, and hums, as if in thought. “But no, let’s go with my original plan. You stay here and have fun with your new toy. I’ll receive the kids with the sweets, and after they’re all done, I’ll come back and we’ll have our own fun for Halloween night, okay?”
Felix doesn’t have the energy or mental capacity to say no way in hell is any of this okay, but Chan readily accepts the non-answer with a caress on his thigh and an indulgent smile. He climbs off the bed, turning off the light and stepping out of the room but leaving the door cracked—just an inch.
Just enough to hear Felix.
☾
The master bedroom is spacious, tastefully furnished even if minimalist in belongings, and dark, with only the light coming in from the small crack of the door. As soon as Chan had left, the front door bell had rung with more kids expecting sweets from the friendly, middle-aged neighbor.
Except which friendly neighbor ties someone up with a vibrator and leaves them writhing on their bed while they merrily chat with unsuspecting kids?
Felix doesn’t know how long it’s been, just that there’s been two groups of kids who had rung on the bell, and that the vibrator hasn’t stopped since Chan first turned it on.
The man is playing with him. Changing the intensity, sometimes maddeningly high, sometimes low enough to sweetly deny Felix the edge that his body had been craving. He’s come three times since Chan left, and now, half sitting up as much as the restraints let him—he’d tried to pull them off from whatever kept them tied to the headboard, to no avail—and humping down on nothing, he’s dangerously close to a new orgasm.
It’s mortifying, to think that even if Chan is not here, he probably can hear each and every moan that traitorously leaves his lips.
The vibration kicks up a notch and Felix whimpers, pressing his legs closed as his whole body quakes in mindless pleasure.
He doesn’t hear the front door close, the voices of cheerful kids getting silenced.
“I see you’ve been having fun, love,” Chan croons as he comes into the room and turns on a soft light on the bedside table.
He stops to take Felix in, from his bite-swollen lips, to his flushed cheeks and chest, to his quivering frame.
Felix doesn’t answer, can’t answer, as he mewls and his hips buck up and away from the new wave of vibrations from the device strapped to his most sensitive place.
“I think the next group of kids might take a while, so…” Chan explains, sitting down beside Felix and manhandling his body to lie on his back. Felix can’t put up any resistance, his body now pliant from the tiredness and the overwhelming pleasure. “A treat.”
A thick finger sinks into Felix’s cunt before he realizes Chan’s intention, and his spine arches clean off the bed at the sharp and new kind of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” Chan groans, sliding his finger out only to push it back in.
Felix gasps, loud and breathy, clamping his thighs around Chan’s hand, who keeps fingering him, undeterred.
“Fuck. I want to fuck you right now. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Chan says, voice rough, leaning down to kiss and nip Felix’s neck.
A second finger joins the first, and together they start a sinful rhythm in and out of Felix’s body. The slide is wet and loud in the quiet of the room, only interrupted by Felix’s honeyed sounds.
Chan’s fingers increase the pace, and Felix yanks on his restraints, his pleasure mounting. The vibrator is set on low, but Chan’s new form of stimulation is quickly making him near the edge.
“That’s it. Come for me again, sweetheart,” Chan croons, and to Felix’s dismay, his body obeys, sending waves of ecstacy cascading through his body.
Chan pumps his fingers a few times more, languidly, prolonging Felix’s pleasure a handful of precious seconds more. When Felix’s shivering stops, Chan places a kiss on his forehead and leaves the room, again leaving the door cracked minimally, just to eavesdrop on Felix while he plays the role of dutiful neighbor.
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That group of kids seems to be the last, but Felix doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse. This time, when Chan comes back into the room, he’s undoing the buttons of his shirt, looking at Felix like he wants to devour him.
“Sorry for making you wait, love,” Chan apologizes. “But now it’s okay. No one will bother us anymore, hm?”
On a normal day Felix would have lots of stuff to say about that statement, but as it is, with his body tensing and untensing as a new orgasm looms close, so close, he can’t find it in himself to say the words. Chan helps him, turning up the vibrations and watching as Felix’s eyes roll back into his head in mindless pleasure as he comes.
Felix must have spaced out, because he opens his eyes when he feels Chan take off the damned vibrator.
Except he’s not sure of what comes now.
His stomach drops when he sees that Chan is fully naked now, and through the haze and numbness of the pleasure he takes in how gorgeously built Chan’s body is. Heavily muscled, and with proportions so perfect that no man should be allowed to have. That extends to the man’s cock, hard and flushed a deep red, with veins that Felix forbiddenly wants to feel on his tongue.
“Come here,” Chan whispers, grabbing Felix’s hips and dragging him down a few inches, until he’s exactly where Chan wants him.
Felix makes an attempt to struggle, but he’s been rendered boneless by so many orgasms one after the other. However, Chan is extremely gentle as he pries his legs open with his hands, stepping between them and lowering himself.
“Don’t,” Felix pleads one last time, even if he has no hope of avoiding what is tonight, but then his mouth is falling open as Chan sinks into him.
He’s fairly positive that he’s never been as wet as today, so the copious amounts of slick help his body take the considerable girth that is Chan’s cock. His body arches, although he’s not sure if it’s away or towards that terrible hot length making his way into him.
“Fuck. You feel like a dream, Lix,” Chan grunts, readjusting the hold on his legs before he draws back, just a few inches.
When he pushes back in, Felix can feel him bottoming out, splitting him open in the most delicious of ways. Felix’s not sure how his body could fit all of that, but Chan’s next thrust makes him forget all about it.
His neighbor initiates a cadence of thrusts that’s not too fast or too slow, but that is so expertly taking his breath away. With each stroke, warmth spreads in rippling waves in Felix’s core. And honestly, Felix’s already come countless times tonight. So he really has no excuse when his insides begin clenching, his eyelids fluttering shut as a new orgasm rips through him, like molten magma coursing his veins.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Chan curses, increasing the speed of his thrusts for a few seconds, fucking Felix’s body in abandonment. But it’s not long before he slows his pace again, his breathing evening out to something less rushed.
Chan grabs him then, lifting his ass off the mattress and readjusting his hold. When he retakes his strokes Felix gasps at the new angle, twisting his restraints uselessly, completely at Chan’s mercy.
Chan slows down, to the point where it’s almost like he’s teasing himself using Felix’s body, savoring each wet glide of his cock. Felix bites down on his lower lip to keep his moans at bay, but it’s absolutely useless. They roll from him in a steady stream of the most decadent sounds as Chan fucks him slowly, languidly.
“Oh, you like slow?” Chan asks with a wicked smirk on his lips. “I can do slow, honey,” he adds, and undulates his hips for good measure, wrenching mewls from Felix. “But not now. I deserve my treat, too.”
He hasn’t finished his sentence when he begins to gradually increase his thrusts, abandoning the gentleness of his previous pace in favor of the frenzied thrusting of him chasing his high. Felix keens, the warmth inside him rising higher, clenching tighter, with every stroke.
It’s a loud and filthy slapping of skin on skin where Felix is helpless to do anything but take it, take Chan’s cock, and take the pleasure he’s so readily giving him, over and over again.
Chan comes first, with a mix of a grunt and a groan as his hips stutter. Felix follows close behind, clawing at the pillows he can reach with his restrained hands. Only their soft panting is heard across the room for a few seconds, Felix’s toes curling and uncurling with the remnants of his orgasm.
“Fuck. Baby, you’re perfect,” Chan praises, his voice heavy and rough from his climax.
He carefully lowers Felix to the bed and slides out, shifting the younger’s body so he’s lying on his front. Felix has no brain power left to question him, instead settling down on the mattress now that his neighbor has already come, sure that their activities are done, at least for a good while.
Except Chan strokes himself, smearing both of their releases on his cock, and then gently raises Felix’s hips, nudging his legs further apart with his knees. Felix’s eyes shot open as Chan’s hard cock penetrates him again, bullying his way inside his unresisting body.
A mix between a gasp and a moan slips from Felix’s lips.
“You didn’t think the fun ended here, did you?” Chan asks, mischief tinting his voice, hips retreating just to push back in again.
Felix couldn’t have answered even if he tried, with how the breath is punched out of him with each of Chan’s powerful thrusts. His neighbor is not holding back, ramming into him nice and firm, prompting a string of stuttery moans from Felix’s lips. Embarrassed by his body’s betrayal and the vocal response to Chan’s fucking, Felix muffles the sounds against the mattress.
“You’re so cute,” Chan says when he realizes what Felix’s doing. “Don’t be shy. Show me how much you’re loving this, baby.”
Felix pointedly doesn’t, and instead tries harder to tamp down on the sounds he’s making. But for some reason, the action makes the pleasure surge higher, and after just a few seconds he’s coming, unable to silence an overwhelmed whine.
Chan slows down, taking the opportunity to caress Felix’s hips and back, soothing him, grounding him.
“So perfect and sweet. Knew you’d surrender so sweetly for me, but fuck,” Chan praises him. “I think it’s time for your reward, hm?”
Felix just melts into the mattress when Chan gently lowers him down. He complies with soft pliance when Chan repositions him so that he’s lying prone, barely fluttering his eyelashes when he feels Chan’s body covering his own.
He’s expecting it this time when Chan breaches his body with his hard cock. But maybe, what he wasn’t expecting was the slow and decadent rhythm he starts. On the first stroke, all soft languidness, Felix already sees stars. And as Chan maintains that slow pace, Felix feels like he’s sweetly choking on the pleasure.
The first time he comes in that position, the orgasm feels like a tide of mind-numbing pleasure flooding him, leaving him panting and trembling. The second and third are tamer, but as Chan moves torturously slow in and out of him, his length dragging wetly and sweetly, it’s like Felix doesn’t really come down from his highs. Instead, he’s kept in the peak stroke after sinful stroke.
He’s fairly certain he blacks out. For a good while.
☾
When he wakes up, it’s to heavy limbs and the cottony softness of sleep. The first thing he notices is that his arms are no longer stretched above his head. The cuffs and chain are still attached to his hands, but at least he’s not anchored to the bed anymore. And the second thing he notices is Chan, pressed flush behind him, his hard cock inside Felix even in his sleep.
Chan isn’t moving, he’s just holding Felix while asleep—if his regular breathing is any indication—. Seeing an opportunity and taking it, Felix slowly wiggles forward, trying to get himself off Chan’s cock.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Chan’s sleep-rough voice says from behind him. A second later, his hips thrust into Felix, sealing their bodies tightly together again. Felix gasps at the firm stroke, all his hopes dashed from him. “Good. I’m horny again.”
Felix’s stomach twists, almost feeling like he’s no more than a tool. But then Chan lifts one of the arms around his torso to lift Felix’s outer leg up and away, and on his next thrust, Felix moans brokenly from how sinfully good it feels.
Chan grinds into his body in sinuous rolls of his hips, and Felix, being held open and fully accessible by the man, can do nothing more than moan in sweet abandon.
Hot puffs of breath hit the nape of his neck, and then plush lips are on him, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin. Felix clenches around Chan, who redoubles his effort as he marks Felix up with his lips and tongue and teeth. Felix squirms, but Chan’s arm around his stomach holds him firmly.
There’s no escaping this man.
It only takes a few more rolls of Chan’s hips before Felix is coming, crying out in bliss as his muscles go taut all over his body.
“So sweet for me,” Chan praises, retaking his thrusts, prompting a whimper from Felix. “Knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you.”
Felix shudders, thinking just how long had this man wanted to do this to him.
Wonders if one night will be enough to satisfy his endless hunger.
Chan groans and speeds up his thrusts, jolting Felix with every slam of his hips. But after a few seconds, he pulls out, lets his leg back down.
“I don’t know about you, but I could use some of the Halloween sweets myself, don’t you think?” Chan asks, getting up and scooting over to the end of the bed.
To Felix’s surprise, Chan gets up and leaves the room, leaving Felix there.
Unrestrained.
Well, not entirely, because he still has the cuffs around his wrists. But at least now he’s not bound to the bed.
Felix doesn’t move, but he looks all around the room, assessing every inch of it and every thing he can see beyond the open door.
“I promised you, didn’t I?” Chan comes back with a small basket of sweets, an indulgent smile on his face. “Come here.”
His neighbor leaves the treat basket on one side of the bed before climbing in. By now, Felix doesn’t even resist when Chan grabs him and positions his body to his liking, the fight having been trained out of him.
He ends up on Chan’s lap facing him, a low sigh escaping his lips when Chan makes him sink onto his cock so their bodies fit more snugly.
Chan twists to grab one of the sweets, unwrapping it and offering it to Felix, who’s now realized that he’s actually starving. He opens his mouth to take the sweet, but Chan pulls his hand back, a wicked smile curving his lips.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing,” Chan relents, offering it again.
This time Felix takes it, savoring the sweetness of the sugar and the faint sour aftertaste. Chan’s hand doesn’t retreat after he does, and instead stays there, brushing Felix’s lips, holding his jaw as he chews on the gummy texture. Maybe it’s because they’re so close now, but his eyes are darker than a moonless night, intently watching as Felix eats the sweet. One hand on his jaw, the other on his lower back, Chan shifts his hips, so slightly it can’t be called proper thrusting. But definitely moving, and reminding Felix exactly where he is.
His neighbor takes a couple of sweets for himself, chewing on them as he looks at Felix like he’s the most riveting thing. Felix tries not to be mesmerized by the sight of those shapely, thick lips.
Chan feeds him a second sweet, and Felix takes it as well. He fights to keep his eyes open as Chan continues his minute rolls of his hips that spark a low thrum of pleasure through Felix.
When Felix swallows, Chan’s thumb brushes Felix’s lower lip, back and forth, his stare fixated darkly on his mouth. Then Chan closes the distance between them, and his lips take his. His kissing is gentle yet demanding, his plushy lips molding against his and prying them open. His tongue sweeps into his mouth and Felix stifles a whimper as Chan roves over his tongue, exploring every corner of Felix’s mouth, robbing his very breath.
Wanted or not, that’s a good kiss.
Chan moves his hips in a rolling back and forth that has Felix moaning softly into his mouth, clinging to his sweat-slicked body. Their lips part in a wet smack, and Chan unwraps another sweet for Felix, who obediently takes it. There’s no kiss again, and instead Chan slides his hand down Felix’s body to his clit. Felix instantly clenches down on Chan, humming a moan as he finishes swallowing the sweet. Chan circles the hardened nub, brushing it gently but surely, coaxing an orgasm out of Felix’s body.
Chan hisses when Felix’s walls flutter rhythmically around him when he comes, making sure to stroke Felix’s clit until his body ceases trembling. And when Felix feels like he’s floating, riding on the remnants of his high, Chan changes his hold and starts bouncing Felix on his lap.
Felix keens at the sudden attack of pleasure, arching his neck back, holding on for dear life as Chan unleashes his hunger and greed on his body. The man grunts as his hips ram into Felix’s smaller body, chasing his own pleasure and drowning Felix in his pursuit.
Chan comes deep, as deep in his body as he can, and Felix sags on top of the man.
He’s completely spent.
“You’re perfect. So perfect,” Chan praises, undulating his hips a couple more times before carefully lowering both of them down, so they’re resting on their sides.
Felix feels a kiss on his brow before sleep claims him.
☾
Luck smiles at Felix for the first time that night when he wakes up again, and Chan’s cock has slipped out of him in his sleep.
He’s never moved more slowly in his life.
He painstakingly shifts off the bed, his naked feet softening his moves. He grabs what he thinks are his clothes from the floor, bunching them so they don’t rustle, and pads out of the room painfully slowly.
Euphoria climbs up his throat when he makes it to the living room and sees the faint glow from the outside street lamps entering through the curtained windows.
Almost there.
He pads towards the front door with increasingly hurried steps now that he’s so close, to the point where he can distinguish the door handle, just a bit more—
“Now, Felix,” Chan says, voice so low it’s almost a growl, from behind him. Felix goes ramrod straight, the adrenaline roaring in his ears. “You have to stay the night, or else it’s no fun.”
And then Chan’s pushing him against the door, kicking his legs open and breaching him in a clean thrust. Gone is the gentleness from his neighbor as Chan fucks him against the door, his pace greedy and ruthless. His hips piston in and out of Felix in a frenzied rhythm. Despite all that, there’s no pain. And even as Chan presses him against the door, he’s not cruel.
“You thought you could escape, you sweet thing?” Chan croons against his neck. “So innocent. But that’s what I like about you.”
Felix comes like that, fucked roughly by his ravenous neighbor and pressed close against what could have meant his freedom. It feels a bit humiliating, but for some reason that feeds into his high, making him moan against the wood.
He’s boneless when Chan pulls out, all the fight having been fucked out of him, so he barely struggles when Chan carries him into the house. But they don’t go to the bedroom, and instead Chan pauses and deposits Felix on the big living room table.
There’s barely any light, but it’s enough for Chan to see as he lifts Felix’s legs and hooks them over his elbows, and then pushes back inside Felix. He whines, his body tired and achy from so many orgasms.
“I know, I know. Just a bit more, okay?” Chan mollifies him.
Chan fucks him nice and sweet then, even if it’s on top of his living room table and in full view of the curtained windows. Felix gazes at them at the same time that his vision glazes from the pleasure, a litany of moans dropping from his lips sounding way different now here in the open.
Blessedly, it doesn’t take long for Chan to come, pumping him full one more time.
His neighbor carries him back to his bedroom and Felix’s stomach tightens when Chan lays down with him, once again on their sides, Chan spooning him from behind.
“Sleep now, baby,” Chan murmurs as he encases Felix in his arms. “And no funny business. Wouldn’t want me to get hard again chasing you, now would we?” He points out with a kiss on his cheek.
Felix would have huffed, except he’s out like a light.
☾
He wakes up, as one would, with a mouth on his pussy. Although in Chan’s defense, at least the sun is out now.
Felix keens as dexterous lips suck on his clit, Chan’s tongue flicking the bud and rubbing over in turns. Before Felix can come—embarrassingly soon, that is, not that he could have any shame left with Chan—his neighbor moves down to his entrance, sucking and feeding his tongue in, lapping every bit of juice.
When Chan returns his attention back to his clit, Felix’s hands fly to grab his hair for support, and that’s when he notices that the cuffs are gone. No cuffs, no chain, nothing.
His climax slams through him, reverberating through every cell in his body and making him cry out in a sweet cry.
“Morning, baby,” Chan says, all too cheerful for a man who restrained him and spent almost all night fucking him. Felix notices that the man is wearing clothes now, and looks fresh as if he just had a shower. “Sorry, I know I said ‘night’, but then I woke up this morning and remembered that in my excitement I hadn’t eaten you out yet. I had to remedy that before you left.”
Felix latches onto that word like a lifeline.
“Leave?” He asks, cautious.
“Of course. Trick or treating is just one night, after all,” Chan says with a genuine smile, like it’s obvious. “Your clothes are right there by the pillow. I’ll be in the kitchen preparing breakfast, if you want. But if not, it’s okay to leave, too. Your choice.”
With that, Chan leaves the room, and Felix doesn’t spare one more second and puts on yesterday’s clothes, now neatly folded on top of the bed.
He’s speed-walking towards the entrance just past the living room when he spies Chan in the open kitchen, preparing breakfast, just like he said.
“Door’s open. Feel free to come back any time if you want to play!” Chan says without looking up at him.
Felix tries the door, and it opens to the outside.
Chan’s words loop around endlessly in his head as he steps outside, and decidedly walks away, away.
Play.
With Chan.
Again.
He hates how hot the thought of that makes him feel.