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Felix hadn't expected the charming little second-hand bookstore in the city to have a hardcore porn section.
He had heard about Stray Books from his friend Seungmin, who had raved about their amazing collection of books, games, and movies at prices so low they seem too good to be true. So far, he hasn't been wrong. Felix had been surprised to see several new books in mint condition for less than ten thousand won. For a bookworm like him, this place is a dream come true.
As Felix ventured further back into the shop, perusing the extensive DVD collection, he had noticed the aura shift ever so slightly; the lights were more dim and moody, the film genres gradually getting darker, grittier. Felix had thought nothing of it at first, but then he glanced to his left and choked on his own spit.
His eyes had landed on a DVD with a woman's bare backside taking up three quarters of the front cover. He had tried averting his gaze, only to be startled by another image of a woman licking an obscenely large penis.
That was when Felix had tentatively allowed himself to look at the other DVDs on the shelf, all of them sporting covers of a similar caliber: heavily saturated images of scantily clad women pressing their ample breasts together, large cocks being sucked between plump red lips, and ass cheeks being spread wide open by manicured fingers.
Boobs, butts, and dicks galore.
And now, here he is, awkwardly standing in the porn aisle of a used bookstore, his shock rooting his feet to the floor.
Felix didn't think stores still sold porn when anyone could find it online with a few taps on a screen. You learn something new every day, he supposes, though this is something he wishes he could scrub from his brain forever.
Fuck you, Kim Seungmin, Felix curses inwardly. If Seungmin knew that this store had an X-rated section and purposely neglected to tell him, this is the last time Felix will ever take a recommendation from him.
There are only two other people in the store, another patron and the man working at the check-out desk. Still, Felix can't bear the thought of either of them seeing him emerge from the porn section—that's like the equivalent of doing the walk of shame out of someone's bedroom.
Instead, Felix acts like he doesn't even notice the porn on the shelves, pretending to browse the normal DVDs and books on his other side. He hums softly to himself for good measure, putting on a smile he hopes makes him seem relaxed and not like a nervous wreck.
Felix is not a prude by any means—he has read his fair share of spicy romance novels and smutty fan fiction—but being jump-scared by ass, tits, and cocks out in the wild would make anyone turn as red as a fire engine.
As he pretends to read the spines of random action movies, Felix glances around warily, praying nobody magically materializes behind him. The other patron leaves the store with their new books, the bell over the door tinkling on their way out, which leaves only Felix and the man at the desk.
Despite his efforts to maintain his oblivious facade, Felix's curious eyes betray him. He can't help sneaking split-second glances at the stylized butts and penises on the naughty DVD covers, even though he feels his face grow hotter with every new image he sees.
In his defense, they're right there. In his face. How is anyone supposed to ignore them?
If being too mortified to step out of the porn section isn't bad enough, it also doesn't help that the man working at this bookstore is unreasonably attractive.
He had greeted Felix with a cheerful "Good evening," when he'd first walked in. Felix immediately took notice of his handsome face and swoon-worthy smile. His heart must have skipped three beats in that moment.
The man is a spitting image of the nerdy yet hot male love interest in Felix's favourite romance books: icy blond hair, deep brown eyes under clear-framed glasses, and a pale blue button-down hugging his solid build.
Felix peers over at the man from his unfortunate position, watching as he diligently rearranges the books in the display window. He may not be paying attention to him now, but he could turn around at any moment and see Felix here. He might think he's some kind of pervert who buys porn in public instead of getting it for free on the internet like a normal person.
It's just Felix's luck that he would wind up alone in a bookstore with the ridiculously hot guy who works here while trapped in the porn aisle. This is an awkward meet-cute waiting to happen.
Facing away from the filth on the other shelf, Felix inhales a deep, cleansing breath, willing himself to hightail it out of here before the hot bookstore guy finds him. But when he tries to move, his feet feel like they're made of stone, heavy and unable to move more than half a step forward.
Get it together, Felix tells himself harshly, fists clenched at his sides. He can escape, grab a random, harmless book to buy on his way out so he doesn't seem suspicious. If only his legs would listen to him and his eyes would stop wandering to the small section of gay porn on the top shelf.
"Do you need help finding anything, sir?"
Felix nearly jumps out of his shoes at the sudden voice behind him. He spins around to see the source, and his heart leaps into his throat. It's the man from the desk, looking at him with a kind, expectant smile, ready to help. According to the silver tag pinned to his shirt, his name is Chan.
"I… uh…" Felix pauses, biting his bottom lip as his brain scrambles for an excuse. Thinking on his feet is difficult when the man of his dreams is standing right in front of him. "I-I was j-just looking for… the science fiction section," he settles, inwardly cringing when he lets out a nervous laugh.
Chan blinks at him, eyes flitting to the shelves on either side of him, briefly scanning their contents. Felix is too shaken up to fill the silence that has fallen between them, so he is relieved when Chan finally does, until he realizes he's laughing.
"Well, I don't think you're gonna find sci-fi in the porn section," he says, "unless tentacle porn counts as sci-fi." He nods down at a lower shelf. "We do have a small hentai collection if you're interested."
"What—" Felix looks down to see there is, in fact, a hentai collection, and a single DVD featuring a bikini-clad woman ensnared in the grip of giant, slimy limbs.
Felix wants to sink into the floor.
"N-no, thank you," he mutters, head lowered to avoid looking Chan in the face. "None of this is what I'm looking for. I-I don't know how I got here."
Chan hums in thought. Felix doesn't dare to look at him in fear of being met with a judgemental glare.
"This section is kinda hard to miss once you're back here," Chan says. "Did you not see the sign?"
Felix slowly lifts his head, eyes wide with confusion. "The sign?"
Chan takes a step back so he's standing just outside the stacks, gesturing a hand at something. Hesitantly, Felix moves to stand beside him, and it only takes half a second for him to find the sign taped to the outside of the shelf, right at eye level. It reads, in big bold font: DO NOT ENTER! Must be 18+.
"Oh," is all Felix can say, cheeks burning.
He had been so consumed in his journey around this bookstore, so focused on perusing the shelves, that he hadn't paid much attention to the signs indicating each section. Now he has to face the consequences: embarrassing himself in front of the hot guy standing next to him.
How could he be so stupid?
"Next time you're here, try to keep a better eye out, yeah?" Chan's voice breaks through Felix's racing thoughts. By his calm tone, it sounds like a friendly suggestion more than a warning, but after this humiliating ordeal, Felix isn't sure he can ever show his face at this establishment again.
"I-I don't—I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he stammers, unsure of what else to say to restore his dignity. The one thing he is certain of is that he needs to get the hell out of here. "I promise I'm not a weirdo—I'll get out of your hair now. I… I'm sorry."
Felix turns on his heels, ready to make a mad dash to the front door. But when he finally musters the courage to flee, Chan steps in front of him, blocking his path. Felix pauses for a moment, confused by Chan's actions, but he refuses to look in his eyes, afraid he'll find the answer there.
He tries to push past Chan again, only to bump into the broad slope of muscle that is his shoulder. Felix is about to politely demand Chan to move out of his way, but the words get stuck in his throat when a strong hand grabs hold of his own, leading him back between the stacks.
"W-what are you doing?" Felix asks shakily. His heart is pounding now—whether out of fear or excitement, he can't tell.
It's then when he realizes how close Chan is, his calm yet intimidating presence overwhelming Felix to the point that he has no choice but to look at him now. His eyes are dark behind his glasses, carrying an intensity that reminds Felix of the male leads in his romance books in a completely different way.
"You don't have to be so shy, you know," Chan says with soft laughter in his voice. His hand slowly travels up Felix's arm, the touch raising goosebumps on Felix's skin under his sweater. "I saw you back here, eyeing all these naughty movies. You were trying so hard to act like you weren't."
Felix stops breathing. He should have known he would be seen back here—he was acting too awkward to be inconspicuous—but that doesn't make Chan's admission rattle his ego any less.
Chan’s chuckle is low and amused, warm breath brushing Felix’s face. “You’re a little freak, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as if they're not the only ones here—as if it's a secret meant only for the narrow aisle between the shelves. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Felix’s throat tightens. Heat floods his face, mortification warring with something dark and traitorous inside him. He opens his mouth to protest—he’s not a freak, he isn’t, he just wandered back here by accident, which is true—but the words never make it out.
Chan takes a step back, all casual ease, mercifully widening the space between them. He reaches for the shelf beside Felix’s head. “Now, since porn is clearly of interest to you,” he says lightly, fingers tapping the spines of the explicit films, "how 'bout I give you some recommendations? I own this place so I've seen basically everything we have here.”
Fuck, Felix thinks. This man doesn't just work at this bookstore, he's the owner. This tidbit of information just made him a thousand times hotter, and all of a sudden, Felix's pants feel much tighter around the crotch than before.
Chan pulls one case free, then another, holding them up like he’s recommending critically acclaimed foreign films and not hardcore porn. “This one’s a classic, the Bad Boss series. Lots of power play if you're into that. Bad acting, but the actors are super hot. And their chemistry?” A knowing hum. “Hard to fake.”
Felix stares, pulse roaring in his ears. Chan keeps going, unhurried, talking about porn the way people discuss the weather—and clearly enjoying himself.
"If you like handymen, you'll like this one. If you're curious, the tool belt stays on. We've got some good old fashioned MILFs and DILFs. Can't go wrong with that, right? Oh, and if you're into bikers or masked men, we've got some of that, too. They seem to be pretty popular now."
Felix remains mute as Chan selects a few more, describing them in just enough detail to make Felix’s stomach flip. His voice changes as he goes on, becoming something smooth and teasing, eyes flicking back to gauge every reaction Felix fails to hide.
“Ooh, this is a good one,” Chan says, lips curving upward as he reaches higher on the shelf. He turns to Felix, holding up the case, eyebrows lifting. “Cute, nerdy twink. Big, handsome bookstore owner.” His gaze drags over Felix, slow and deliberate. “Gets taken right here between the stacks. Almost knocks the shelf over. Pretty hot, yeah?”
The air seems to crackle. Felix’s breath stutters as realization lands, heavy and dizzying. The characters from that porno sound eerily similar to the two of them. Is this the prelude? Is there a camera hidden somewhere? And the most pertinent question on Felix's mind: Chan thinks he's cute?
Chan steps closer, crowding him until Felix’s back meets the shelf, Chan’s arms bracketing him in without quite touching. Felix hadn't noticed how good Chan smells until now—rosewood and old, worn tomes.
“I’ve given you quite a few options,” Chan says softly. “What do you want?”
Felix’s heart is hammering so hard he’s sure Chan can hear it. Every sensible thought evaporates under the weight of Chan’s attention, the heat of his body, the way his voice wraps around Felix’s nerves and pulls tight.
“I—I want y-you,” Felix manages, barely more than a whisper, the truth slipping out before he can stop it. "I want you."
There's no point in denying it any longer. Chan is right, Felix is a little freak. And this little freak is aching for this drop-dead sexy bookstore owner to rip his clothes off and fuck him between these stacks.
Something sharp and pleased flashes in Chan’s eyes. "Glad we're on the same page, baby."
Felix is already closing his eyes when Chan leans in and kisses him, hard and unhesitating, stealing the breath from his lungs. He clutches at Chan’s shoulders, dizzy with desire. His world narrows to the press of their mouths and the quiet, needy sound he makes without meaning to.
Chan’s mouth trails along Felix’s jaw, down his neck, lingering just long enough to make Felix shiver. “So responsive,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice. “You’ve been wound tight all this time, haven’t you?”
Felix can only nod, unable to lie anymore. His head tips back with a moan as Chan’s hands roam over his body, slipping under his sweater to caress his skin as he nips at his neck. He explores Felix's body with infuriating confidence, as if they're not complete strangers, as if Chan has touched him thousands of times before.
Chan captures Felix's mouth in another feverish kiss, and when his hands slink into his pants to squeeze his ass, Felix melts against him. The thrill of the moment has him buzzing with need, his cock so hard it borders on painful. He needs some kind of relief, needs Chan to hurry up and touch him where he craves it the most.
Then, as if he read his mind, Chan makes quick work of unbuttoning Felix's pants, reaching in to cup his bulge over the thin fabric of his boxers. This makes Felix whine, arching his hips against his palm, eager for more friction. With Chan still claiming his mouth with his expert tongue, he can't get any words out—not that his lust-fogged brain has the capacity to form words.
Finally, Chan slips his hand into Felix's underwear and wraps his long, warm fingers around his length, pulling it free from its confines. He lets out a low, pleased growl that vibrates through Felix's veins, and as he sucks on his bottom lip, he gives Felix's cock a slow, upward stroke.
"Fuck!" Felix gasps, accidentally breaking the kiss. His eyes shoot open and all he sees is Chan, breathless and beautiful, staring back at Felix with wild eyes. He looks as desperate as Felix feels, and that might be the hottest thing about this situation.
"I've wanted to do this since you walked in here," Chan says silkily, confirming out loud what his eyes are telling Felix. "You're such a pretty thing. So shy, so fucking cute." He strokes Felix's cock again, teasing the tip with his thumb, causing him to gasp. "And you've got a cute cock to match."
The praise washes over Felix like a wave, enhancing his pleasure. "Y-you're… so hot," he breathes, too keyed up to think of any other response. His only points of focus are Chan's honeyed eyes burning into him and Chan's hand working magic on his cock, pumping and twisting at a steady pace, coaxing soft, broken sounds from his chest.
Chan leans in so his lips brush Felix's ear, his breath sending delightful tingles down his spine. “Could take one of these movies home. Watch it together," he says, voice a velvet tease. "I could eat you out while you watch, yeah? Make you come right when they do."
"Oh god, yes!" Felix blurts out, Chan's filthy promises painting a vivid picture in his mind. He quivers at the thought, precum leaking from his slit profusely. His breath comes out in a staccato each time Chan swipes his thumb over the mess, using it to slick his length.
"You like that, huh?" Chan chuckles, teeth lightly grazing the shell of Felix's ear. "Maybe you could suck my cock. Keep me nice and warm while I watch another pretty twink like you get fucked."
Felix nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, wan' that so bad," he mewls, clinging to Chan like he might float away otherwise.
"Or maybe…" Chan pulls back to look into Felix's eyes again, then he gives him a devious smirk. "…we could make our own little movie together."
Felix suddenly feels lightheaded, like all the blood in his system has rushed straight down to his cock, bringing him closer to the edge. "M-make… our own?"
Chan hums affirmatively. "You've got such a pretty face. Perfect for the camera." His lips return to Felix's ear, voice low and husky. "I bet you'd look gorgeous coming on my cock. My little freak."
Filming a porno with a sexy stranger. The thought alone is enough to leave Felix trembling, overwhelmed with sensation. He has never been more turned on in his entire life.
Hurriedly, Felix grabs Chan's face and kisses him, messy and urgent, moaning into his mouth as Chan works his cock—faster, harder. His release crashes into him without warning, making him cry out in shock and ecstasy as he spills into Chan's fist.
It takes a moment for his vision to clear up. When it does, Chan is still inches away from him, seductively licking the mess of cum from his hand, humming with satisfaction like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
"Holy fuck," Felix says breathlessly, still high off the pleasure of his orgasm.
Once his hand is clean, Chan smiles at him. "I was right. You are pretty when you come. And you taste so good." He places his hands on Felix's shoulders, pushing down. "Get on your knees, baby. It's my turn."
Before Felix can fully process what's going on, his legs turn to jelly, making it much easier for Chan to lower him to the floor. Felix instinctively grabs onto Chan's thighs for balance, looking up at him dazedly. Chan is red in the face now, his breathing ragged, and as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, Felix realizes exactly what's about to happen.
Chan pulls his cock free, and the sheer size and girth of it makes Felix salivate, eyes wide with wonder. He grunts through gritted teeth as he jerks his shaft in front of Felix's face, precum rapidly beading at the tip. Felix almost wants to film him from his place on his knees, keep it for himself to watch later; it should be illegal for someone to be this sexy.
"Open your mouth," Chan demands, his voice shaking with desperation. "Gonna fuck your pretty face and come all over it. Make you my little cumslut."
Felix doesn't need to be told twice. He lets his mouth fall wide open, practically unhinging his jaw, and moans with delight as Chan feeds his cock all the way inside. Felix has to gulp around him a few times to adjust to his size, but soon enough, his throat loosens up, ready to take what Chan will give him.
"Oh, that's a good boy," Chan groans, burying his hands in Felix's hair as he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking Felix's face with gusto. His cock drags over Felix's tongue, hot and heavy, precum dripping down his throat. Felix knows Chan is seconds away from coming, and he can't wait.
As if on cue, Chan hastily pulls his cock out of Felix's mouth and strokes it furiously over his face. He finally comes with a raw, guttural moan, and Felix sticks his tongue out to catch the first sprays of cum before Chan aims for the rest of his face, painting it in ropes of white.
Felix loves how Chan tastes: bittersweet, more pleasant than he expected—he must eat a lot of fruit. He tries to swipe up more of it with his tongue, until he feels the gentle press of Chan's thumbs dragging over his cheeks, guiding the rest of his cum past his lips for him to enjoy. The touch is so tender compared to how roughly he had fucked his mouth a minute ago; it makes Felix want to purr like a kitten.
"You did so well, baby," Chan coos, looking down at him lovingly. "Come here, let me help you up."
Taking Felix by the arms, Chan carefully lifts him to his feet, moving his hands to his waist to steady him. He closes in and kisses him again, slower this time, deeper, until Felix is dissolving from the inside out.
For a moment, Felix forgets why he was so embarrassed to be seen in the porn section of this bookstore in the first place. If he had known it would lead to hooking up with the hot guy who owns it, he would be shamelessly browsing back here all day.
Eventually, Chan pulls back, forehead resting against Felix’s, both of them catching their breath. Chan straightens Felix’s sweater and helps him pull his pants back up, then fixes his own clothes and adjusts his glasses, all evidence of what just happened tucked away like a shared secret.
Felix blinks, dazed, trying to remember how speech works. “M-my name’s Felix, by the way,” he says finally, cheeks flushing anew.
Chan smiles and taps his name tag. “I’m Chan.”
Felix huffs a soft, sheepish laugh. “I know.”
Chan glances toward the front of the store. “I’m closing up soon,” he says, voice dropping again, suggestive without effort. “Do you wanna come home with me? Make that movie?” A pause, then a grin. “I’ve got bookshelves there, too. And a bed. Whichever you prefer.”
"Take me anywhere," Felix nods immediately, the answer already decided before the words leave his lips. Then, remembering himself, he adds, “Um—can I buy something first? I actually saw a cookbook I'd like to get.”
Chan laughs, bright and genuine this time. “Of course. I’ll take care of you up front,” he says, eyes lingering on Felix in a way that makes his knees weak all over again. “Then you’re all mine tonight.”
Felix follows Chan out of the stacks, smiling with excitement when Chan holds his hand, giving it a light squeeze. Maybe he will come back to this bookstore, after all.
Thank you, Kim Seungmin.