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Felix can’t quite get comfortable. He’s been in Jisung’s family’s basement a hundred times—this is where they usually hang out and even sleep whenever Felix is spending the night. Now, with Jisung complaining about being partnered with some asshole for an upcoming project, Felix’s mind is somewhere beyond sleepovers.
Chan—Jisung’s hot, married, alpha dad. It started several months ago, but being in their house hasn’t gotten any easier. It’s filled with signs of Chan and the family Felix is ruining by continuing to be with him. He can practically feel Chan’s musky, piney scent in his nostrils from the pure familiarity of it.
When the door opens from the top of the stairs, Felix jumps. Jisung, sitting between him and the door, fortunately doesn’t notice as he turns to look back to see whichever parent is interrupting his free-therapy best-friend time.
With the ease and confidence that could only come with being in one’s forties and owning a home, Chan waltzes down the stairs. “Oh, hey, Felix.”
“Hey,” Felix manages.
They make eye contact, and it’s nothing serious, but it still has Felix’s heart rate spiking. Oblivious, Jisung speaks up, telling Chan rather than asking him if Felix can spend the night. In the years they’ve been friends, Felix staying over has become so commonplace that he may as well be a Bahng. Jisung’s parents never have any issue with him being around, and maybe that’s why it feels so weird to continue to do it.
“That’s fine,” Chan says, chipper, as he opens the washing machine and begins to move towels into the dryer.
Felix can’t take his eyes off him. Mr. Bahng was always hot, and he’s had a bit of a crush on him since the start of middle school. With time and age, Chan has either gotten even finer, or Felix’s omega instincts have become sharper. It’s probably a combination of both and Chan being Felix’s first. When he looks at Chan, it’s hard not to blush because he can only think about how good it feels to have him inside. His huge cock, his even bigger knot, the freedom of unprotected sex because Chan had gotten a vasectomy a few years after his one and only son was born.
Felix forces himself to look away. Turning his head, he glances over at Jisung, who’s already looking at him. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and Felix worries that he knows.
The door creaks as it’s pushed open further. “Jisung? Come help me with the groceries,” Mrs. Bahng’s voice floats down.
Jisung groans in complaint but does get up as asked. Felix watches intently as Jisung heads up the stairs as pulls the door shut behind him. When he hears the click, he turns his head back to Chan standing at the dryer.
Looking back at him, Chan calmly closes the dryer door. The next thing Felix knows, Chan is closing the distance.
Gentle but firm, Chan pushes him back to lay flat against the couch cushions. Felix’s breath catches, and then Chan’s lips are on him. With his heart pounding in his chest, Felix’s lips move with Chan’s as he kisses him back. Chan hums into it before pushing his tongue into Felix’s eager mouth. Just as suddenly as it began, the kiss ends.
Chan moves his face to his neck, taking in a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmurs.
Instinctually, Felix’s hips buck, rolling up into Chan’s body. “Chan—“
Chan’s lips attach to his neck, kissing but not sucking, careful to never leave a mark that would raise questions. His hands slide down Felix’s chest, grazing his nipples, before moving farther down to his waistband. His fingers find the fly of Felix’s jeans and make quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping.
Chan tugs Felix’s jeans and underwear over his ass then up his thighs, leaving them on his legs but freeing Felix’s hard cock and slick hole to the chill of the basement.
They’ve never done it with anyone around. It was always in Chan’s car parked somewhere or coming over early while no one else was home yet. They’ve never fucked in the Jisung and Felix’s number one hangout area since they were ten. They’ve never fucked with Chan’s family able to barge right in.
All of Felix’s second guessing evaporates when Chan reaches down, pulling his massive cock out of his sweatpants. He’s already hard, and his cock is heavy and veiny. Felix watches as Chan wraps his hands around it, giving it a couple of pumps. Seeing Chan’s hand move on it only emphasizes the thickness, reminding Felix of how good it felt to stretch his lips around it for the first time.
“Ten, fifteen minutes,” Chan whispers as he pulls Felix by the hips, bringing him closer. “Gotta make every second count.”
Felix couldn’t agree more as he feels the tip of Chan’s cock resting over his opening.
“So wet,” Chan breathes out, staying quiet. He grabs his cock and rubs the head over Felix’s slick hole. “Should’ve told me you were coming over.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Felix tries to explain his last-minute change of plans, but Chan is already pushing his cock in. The stretch is tough, but Chan has already shown him that he can take it.
The alpha moves slow, steadily pushing in deeper and deeper, filling him to the brim. Above Felix, he lets out a relieved, comfortable sigh at the sensation, and it has Felix’s heart soaring with pride to be the one that makes Chan feel so good.
Still, his toes curl and his fingers dig into the plush couch cushions as Chan stretches him on his cock.
When he lets out a stuttered breath, Chan pauses, holding his bare hips. Breathing heavily, “Easy, baby,” he coos, soothing and soft. “Need you to relax for me.”
Felix pushes himself to take a long, deep breath. Chan pulls back just a bit before easing further inside. Felix’s slick is steadily ramping up with the intrusion, aiding Chan in the slide. By the time Chan’s pelvis is pressed against him, Felix has a hand over his mouth to keep his sounds in. Similarly, Chan groans low in his throat, eyelashes fluttering. He sighs out another curse as he rocks his hips, grinding deep inside Felix without pulling out. His relief is clear and palpable. From Chan's admission, Felix knows that Mrs. Bahng hasn’t been having sex with Chan for years, and so he’s been his only outlet other than his own hand. Deep down, Felix likes that—knowing that he’s the only one who has Chan now, knowing that he’s the only one since Chan got with his wife two decades ago.
“Sweet omega,” Chan compliments, and it goes straight to Felix’s cock, already threatening to leak precum on his T-shirt. “You always feel so damn good… Your perfect little hole.”
Felix whimpers into his own palm as Chan begins to move in earnest. He pulls back just enough to push his thick cock back in with a steady thrust. The rhythm is deliberate, controlled, experienced, and each thrust has Felix’s body tensing with pleasure.
With his face just above Felix’s own, Chan hums in contentment. “This is all I think about. Just you, baby.” His lips lightly touch Felix’s in a peck.
Felix clings to Chan’s shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt that was never removed in their hurry. It’s still not enough, and Felix has to wrap his arms around him, hold him as he drags his cock in and out of his previously virgin hole. A mix of shame and pride fills his heart, and there’s nothing he can do but cling.
Chan’s thrusts speed up a bit. “You’re so young, and I should know better,” he whispers. “I should… but I can’t stop. I’m forty-two, and I’ve never wanted anyone like this—not even her.”
Felix bites down on his lip to stifle the moans that threaten to pour from him. Mrs. Bahng. He doesn’t want to think of her, be reminded of his best friend, what he’s doing to destroy their perfectly nice family. The possibility of getting caught looms over him, especially in the unlocked basement where they’re pretty much guaranteed to be seen as soon as the door swings open.
Chan doesn’t falter. If anything, the weight of the situation makes him harder, makes him drive his cock in deeper, makes him want it even more. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “The only one I fuck, the only one I want. You understand that, baby?”
Felix nods, quick and borderline frantic. He can’t speak now, not without giving them away. Chan’s cock slides into him so easily with all of his slick, nudging at his prostate with every thrust. Felix can feel his cock leaking a near constant stream of precum into his T-shirt now, but that’s an issue for post-orgasm him to figure out.
Chan kisses the corner of his lips. “My pretty omega… You could’ve had anyone, should be out there finding some boy your age… but you’re here with me. Letting a man twice your age ruin your tight hole for anyone else.”
Felix shudders under him and his eyes threaten to roll back. Chan’s words are filthy but they’re true. He chose Chan over any alpha his own age, and with his cock reaching so deep and fucking him so good, it’s hard to feel regret or guilt.
“Taking it all,” Chan murmurs, hips slamming harder into Felix. “Always take me so well.”
The couch creaks quietly under the force of Chan’s hard, hungry thrusts. With it getting increasingly harder to stay quiet, Felix lets go of Chan to clamp both hands over his mouth. Even then, Chan still looks down at him like he’s the most beautiful creature to ever grace the earth.
“Gonna knot you, baby,” Chan says, voice rough and nearing a possessive growl as he drives his cock into Felix yet again. “Need to make sure you remember you belong to me. Every time you’re in this house, every time you look at my son, you’ll feel me deep in you.”
Felix’s cock twitches as he hears a chair upstairs scrape against the floor. There’s no telling how much time they have left, but they’re too close to stop now. Chan too has no reservations, fucking into him hard and fast, the sound of skin on skin be damned.
Felix can feel it—the swelling at the base of Chan’s cock, pressing in and out of his rim with every deep thrust. As usual, the knot is forming very quickly after making itself known. With alpha instincts guiding him, Chan pushes, forcing the growing bulb in and out of him while it’s still possible.
Chan growls low in his chest at the sensation. “Feel that? My knot’s getting bigger.” His voice is audibly strained with pleasure. “You ready? Ready to get tied?”
Chan’s knot is too big to be pulled out, but Chan keeps moving his hips, grinding his cock into him, still relentlessly working to bring them both over the edge. The knot keeps Chan’s cock pressed against his prostate, and each grind rubs it.
Trembling, Felix’s back arches as his orgasm suddenly overtakes him. His cock leaks cum all over himself, and his hole clenches down tight on Chan’s fat cock.
It makes Chan groan, and his cock jerks inside Felix as it unloads, filling him with cum. “That’s it,” Chan murmurs breathlessly, pressing their foreheads together. “My perfect omega—take it all for me, baby…”
They’re stuck, joined together at the most intimate of places. The quiet sound of their panting fills the basement. Chan holds himself up, not wanting to crush Felix with his body weight, but Felix just clings to him as the aftershocks occasionally make him shudder. For a few blissful seconds, he doesn’t think about anything—not the danger of being caught, not Jisung, not Mrs. Bahng. He just feels safe and sleepy.
Chan strokes his head, calm and tender as he talks to him, saying that his knot will go down soon and soothing his increasing worries of being walked in on. Felix tries to listen, to be convinced, but everything comes crashing down in an instant when the door creaks.
Chan’s knot is still way too swollen to pull out, and they both know that when they turn their heads to face the person coming down the stairs.
“Dad…?”