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Felix finds them in the bargain bin at the new vintage store in the shopping district.
He'd been tossing clothes aside with one hand, clutching his basket in the other, when his hand lands on soft material in colors that catch his eye, and he yanks it from the pile to see what it is.
It's a pair of shorts, worn and well loved and used, small enough for a toddler, a bit too big for a baby. The shorts are made from a kid's beach towel, the familiar light blue and brown of Bluey and Bingo, with a back pocket featuring Bluey and Bingo's smiling faces. It's clearly handmade — made by their mother, maybe even their grandmother, or an aunt, or any loved one who clearly has a talent for handmade items — fit for a little toddler for a day at the beach, or a day at the pool.
He feels the absolutely need for the shorts run through his veins, a feeling of certainty realigning his bones and settling deep into his soul. These shorts are for him now, him and his child. He's going to put his own toddler into these shorts, take them to the beach, and dress them in them after a long day of swimming, hold them close to him and pass the little one off to Chan when they inevitably fall asleep.
When he and Chan have their second child, they'll pass this on to them, and the next, and the next — however many they have, they'll each get to wear them — and when their children grow out of it, Felix will keep it safe so they can pass it on to their own children, and Felix will tell them all that these shorts are all it took to bring them into the world, because Felix saw them and knew that all that talk about him and Chan having kids narrowed down to these little towel shorts, and then it was no longer just 'talk.'
Felix isn't leaving this store without them.
"I have to have this," he says out loud, adding them to his basket with the rest of his finds.
Hyunjin snorts. "Lixie, baby, those are a bit too small for you."
"They're not for me," Felix says, like it's obvious. "They're for my baby."
"Baby?" Hyunjin blinks, then laughs. "What baby?"
"My baby," Felix says simply, turning back to the bins.
"Lix," Hyunjin shifts his tone into something gentle. "I think you're forgetting something, honey. You're not pregnant."
"No," Felix sniffs, "But I'm going to be."
Hyunjin smirks, giving Felix a knowing look. "Alright, well, the shorts are very cute."
"Thank you," Felix beams, "They'll be even cuter on my baby."
"They absolutely will, and hey, look at this," Hyunjin smirks, holding up his latest find. Felix immediately cackles, and Hyunjin giggles. "Maybe you can buy this one for Chan-hyung."
"Oh, I will," Felix holds his hands open, catching the garment when Hyunjin tosses it his way and putting it in his basket with his baby's new shorts, and the rest of his finds.
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Chan is in the laundry room when Felix gets home, folding clothes at the folding table he'd put in a couple of months ago, which feels a lot like the stars aligning. He's shirtless, which also helps their current predicament, and Felix's panties are already wet as a result.
Felix abandons the bag on the floor in favor of plastering himself all over Chan's naked back. He buries his face between his husband's massive shoulder blades, pressing kisses to the smooth and warm skin.
"Hi baby," Chan laughs lightly, patting at where Felix's hands rest over his abdomen. "Did you have fun shopping with Hyunjin?"
"I did," Felix nods, kissing his back some more, just because he can, and while he still can — back kisses will be hard when Felix is barefoot and pregnant. "I bought us some things."
"That's thoughtful of you, little one." Chan says sweetly, squeezing at Felix's hand in thanks. "Did you get what you wanted?"
There are two things that his husband has just said that makes Felix smile, unable to help the high pitched cackle he presses into Chan's skin.
Chan laughs, too. "Uh-oh. What are you up to?"
"Well," Felix singsongs, "Speaking of 'little one' and the things I wanted…" He heads back to where he abandoned his bag of clothing and brings it to Chris, setting the bag on top of the folding table beside their clothes. It needs to be washed anyhow, but Felix can still show Chan his spoils.
Including the shorts for their baby.
"I got you this shirt," Felix begins, pulling out a shirt from the 2000 Summer Olympics hosted in Sydney. A better person would probably just get the reveal over with, but Felix knows it'll be safer to ease Chan into this. They'd been having a normal day thus far, by all accounts, and while Felix's day has already been flipped on its axis, Chan needs a softer approach when it comes to big changes and revelations.
Chan smiles, reaching out to thumb at the hem of the shirt. "I love this, actually — it's pretty cool."
Felix figured he would — it's from the year Felix was born and the Olympic ceremony that took place in their hometown, Chan would love it because he's a sap like that — then moves on to the next piece.
"This one I think may fit better after a wash," Felix says, showing Chan the New Zealand All Blacks crewneck he'd managed to swipe. They're one of Chan's favorite rugby teams, and he knew he wouldn't be able to leave the store without this, either.
"That's sick," Chan's enthusiasm is obvious, "I can't believe you found this."
Felix smirks. Oh, just you wait.
He shows Chan the rest of the things Felix got for him — an Astro Boy hoodie, a Von Dutch trucker hat that's still new with tags, and Levi's jeans — bypassing the last item Hyunjin grabbed, and finally grabbing hold of the shorts.
"And this," he pulls the shorts from the bag, "is for the 'little one.'"
Chan blinks when the shorts are in front of him, Felix holding the ends of the small waistband pinched between his thumb and forefinger on each hand. Felix can physically see the gears turning in Chan's head as he tries to make sense of the shorts and why Felix would even buy them in the first place. It's the remnants of an old defense mechanism Felix thought he'd long gotten rid of that makes Chan arrive at a safer, alternate conclusion than the obvious one.
"Baby," Chan chuckles. "Those are insanely cute, but I think Berry's legs are too short for those shorts."
"They're not for Berry, oppa." Felix says gently, shifting his tone into something sultry, yet delicate, a touch of faux innocence that he knows Chan can't resist. Using 'oppa' is just the cherry on top. "They're for our 'little one.'"
His husband blinks a little more, and clearly Felix has been leaning into his 'oppa' preference a little too much lately, because other than his ears turning a little red, he doesn't react, and remains confused. "But…you're 'little one?'"
"For now," Felix brings the shorts down to cover his currently non-existent belly. "But we could change that."
He sees it when Chan finally catches on, his next blink much slower, his face beginning to heat as he stares at the shorts over Felix's belly. "Baby…" he clears his throat, taking a careful step forward. "Are you…are we…?"
"Not right now," Felix sighs, the regret in his tone hardly an act. "But I'd like to be."
Chan's hands settle on his waist. "I mean, I know we talked about it, but I thought you'd at least want to wait a few years."
Felix gives Chan a look.
There'd been no 'waiting' for the entirety of their relationship. Felix had barely known Chan an entire day before they'd kissed for the first time. They would've fucked that same day if Chan hadn't insisted on being a gentleman, on trying to do things the right way. It had been another week before Felix ended up on his knees for Chan, ushering him as discretely as possible into his bedroom and shoving him up against the closed door to suck his soul out through his stupidly big dick while their friends were on the other side of the wood, crowded in Chan's living room for movie night.
Two days later, Chan had cornered Felix at his place, intending to try to slow them down and be romantic and gentlemanly about wanting to date Felix, but Felix had simply frowned at the suggestion and then they were kissing. Chan walked them to the couch where he'd buried his face into Felix's cunt for an hour straight, and then they'd proceeded to fuck like rabbits into the night. They went on their first date the next day, and then two weeks later met each other's parents and families.
A month later, Felix moved in to Chan's apartment. Felix was patient, after that, content with things as they were, and in their third year together, they started having realistic conversations about the future. Chan and Felix made it clear they were both in it for the long haul, and that they wanted everything that came with it — marriage, kids, a house, dog, white picket fence — so they moved into their current house.
It was during their fifth year together that Felix had 'accidentally' left his laptop open while online shopping for rings, then left a wedding magazine on their coffee table. Chan proposed two weeks later, they eloped for a private wedding ceremony — Felix was not waiting for that under any circumstances — and had their reception six months later.
They'd been married for nearly two years, now. If you asked Felix, he would've started with having babies the day they returned from their honeymoon, but now was perfectly fine, too, since he had officially begun collecting baby and toddler clothing.
"I think you and I have waited long enough," Felix tilts his head and makes his eyes all big and round and pleading — Chan's kryptonite — and lowers his voice into something soft and enticing, "Don't you, Oppa?"
"You're still on birth control," Chan swallows, the gears in his head back to turning, Felix's little attempt at goading him lost in Chan's need to plan everything to the most minute detail. "We'd have to —"
"I'll call to make an appointment first thing tomorrow," Felix says simply, handing Chan the shorts. "Tell them it's for family planning. And at the appointment, we can see what kinds of vitamins and supplements I need to be on, do all the things we need to."
"You'd want me there?"
Felix stares at him. "If I'm going to push your baby out of me, then yes, I want you there."
"Sorry," Chan flushes, "I just — sometimes people —"
"I'm not 'people,' Chan," Felix smiles softly, "We're married, baby, I want you with me all the time. Yeah?"
"Yeah," Chan rubs his fingers over the material of the shorts, his face morphing into an awestruck expression. "This was really at the vintage store?"
"It was," Felix nods, covering Chan's hands with his own. "And it's ours now."
"I can't believe someone can be small enough for this," Chan's eyes flit up to Felix's face with a stunned little grin.
"Not just someone," Felix smiles, tilting his face up to rub their noses together. "Our baby."
"Our baby," Chan echoes, dazed.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Felix kisses him, carefully extracting the shorts from Chan's hands and resting them on the folding table with everything else before he wraps himself around Chan, pressing their bodies close. Chan sighs through his nose, resting his hands back on Felix's waist as he walks him backwards and out of the laundry room. It's a familiar path to their bedroom, and Felix tugs Chan on top of him when his husband lays him atop the bed, refusing to give up those plush lips for anything.
Chan laughs at Felix's eagerness, getting Felix out of his jeans and tossing his ruined panties to the abyss that is their bedroom floor before shoving his own sweatpants down and settling between Felix's legs. There are many times where Felix adores Chan's insistence on not wearing underwear around the house, but he values it the most right now, especially when Chan's half-hard cock rests against his sticky cunt, Chan's hips rolling into a gentle grind as he rubs himself against Felix, dragging himself through the wetness.
Felix moans, tangling his hands in Chan's hair. Chan brings a hand to Felix's mouth, tracing the pad of his index finger over Felix's lower lip, and Felix can't help but smile. They both let out a soft laugh, and Felix lets his tongue peek out, playfully licking at Chan's fingertip. Chan's breath hitches a little in surprise, and Felix smiles, his entire body melting when Chan playfully licks at Felix's mouth in turn, dragging upwards from Felix's bottom lip to his upper lip, and he nudges his nose against Felix's, coaxing him to open up for more.
His mouth parts instinctively, eyes locked onto Chan's, instantly dizzy with the knowledge that their baby will undoubtedly have Chan's eyes, his curls, maybe even his nose. He hopes their child also inherits the non-physical things Felix loves about his husband, like his kindness, his loyalty, and his determination.
"Chan," Felix pleads, his husband's name barely a whisper, a slight gasp leaving him when the head of Chan's cock brushes against his clit.
Chan's eyes flutter, his gaze falling back to Felix's mouth, and he dives in, pressing a kiss to Felix's bottom lip, then the top, nipping at it a little before he pinches Felix's chin lightly between his fingers, pulling so Felix's mouth parts just that much more, licking at his lips, dipping his tongue into his mouth to run over the sharp edges of his teeth. He teases at Felix's tongue, and Felix keens in response, but doesn't ask for or take any more than what Chan is giving him, too excited to see where it will all lead.
Felix loves when Chan gets like this — when he wants to play slowly, take Felix apart bit by bit, draw out their pleasure until they're both nearly ravenous — and he feels his cunt pulse, his arousal making the slide of Chan's cock against his body practically audible in the comfort of their bedroom. Chan starts panting against his mouth, and Felix sinks his hands into the short curls atop Chan's scalp, gripping the strands between his fingers.
"So pretty," Chan says absentmindedly as he rucks up Felix's shirt — Chan's shirt, technically — fitting his large hands against his waist, holding Felix down so he can continue to drag his cock through Felix's messy folds, his eyes glued to the sight.
"Fuck," Chan curses through a laugh, "You're so wet."
"'S for you," Felix hiccups, trying and failing to move his hips to try to help.
Chan kisses him sweetly, "I know baby, I know it is," He takes one hand and presses down gently on the space below Felix's belly button, and a moan breaks off in Felix's throat.
"Channie —"
"Right here," Chan says absentmindedly, stroking his thumb along the skin of Felix's belly. "I'm gonna put a baby right here."
Felix nods emphatically, tugging at Chan's curls to demand his attention. Chan's eyes are almost glassy when he looks at Felix, and Felix yanks him down for another kiss. It's a little uncoordinated, the kiss landing on half of Chan's mouth, but Chan makes up for it with enthusiasm, turning his head and slotting their lips together once more, continuing to press down on Felix's belly while his cock glides through Felix's cunt.
It's maddening — Chan's warmth, his length, how Felix can feel the girth of him, the promise of being split open and filled, all combined with the softness of Chan's lips, the clear love and adoration behind his kisses, even with the teasing of his tongue — and Felix cries out against his mouth, a particular slide against his clit making his blood sing, his body pulsing with need.
"Please," Felix tries to cant his hips, "Need it."
"I know baby, I got you," Chan presses a kiss to his nose, "Arms up."
Felix obeys easily so Chan can rid him of the last layer between them. The second it's gone, tossed into the abyss with the rest of their clothes, Chan is on him, lowering his body weight and distracting Felix with his mouth.
"Put it in," Felix gasps against his lips, "Please, need it now."
Chan chuckles, pressing smaller kisses to Felix's Cupid's bow. "Won't even let me taste you?"
Felix's brow furrows as he pouts. "Do you want to?"
Chan scoffs, immediately shuffling down Felix's body. "'Do I want to?' Baby, when have I ever not wanted my face between your thighs?"
"I dunno," Felix huffs, "I just thought we were trying to make a baby here, so — oh," Felix shivers at the first drag of Chan's tongue through his cunt, back arching off of the bed.
Chan hums knowingly, pressing his face closer, his gorgeous nose nudging against Felix's clit. Felix sighs, a light shiver running through his body as Chan gets himself comfortable. His hands sink deeper into Chan's curls, tugging lightly, a sign that Felix is loving every second of this, and that he's happy to allow Chan to continue.
Felix knows they'll end up fucking anyway, regardless of how long it takes them to get there.
Chan adjusts his body, placing his hands under Felix's thighs and resting them on his shoulders. His mouth latches onto Felix's pussy, tongue dragging up through his folds to taste him thoroughly before the tip of it flicks against his clit. He repeats this a few times, and it draws a pleased high pitched noise from Felix, who finds himself trying to get closer to his mouth.
He's rewarded for his efforts when Chan's tongue dips into his cunt, just to tease, and Felix sighs, moaning Chan's name softly. Chan answers by resting his forearm across Felix's abdomen, pushing down just a little to anchor him to the bed, sucking Felix's clit into his mouth in a pulsing rhythm, slipping two fingers inside of him slowly.
"Ah, oppa," Felix sighs, basking in the wonderful stretch of Chan's knobby fingers. He tries to wriggle his hips again, to chase after more on his own, but Chan's too strong, too focused and too pussy-drunk to do anything except reach up, his free hand finding Felix's chest and putting two fingers to one of his nipples, rubbing in gentle circles. Felix giggles, and Chan hums happily, his eyes smiling when Felix chances a glance down at him.
His husband is the best multitasker — with both his hands and his mouth thoroughly occupied, Chan's clear memorization of Felix's body makes Felix feel like he's being lit on fire, pleasure and desire colliding in a rush that leaves him panting for more, his thighs squeezing on either side of Chan's head, fingers tugging at his curls with need.
Felix can feel his orgasm approaching quicker than expected, and he gives into it fully, his body shaking as a cry of relief tears from his throat and echoes around their bedroom. Chan groans in approval, lapping it all up and cleaning Felix with his mouth at the same time, his fingers never ceasing as he drags his tongue all around his cunt. He parts from Felix's skin with a gasp, his eyes heavy, his face clearly saying he still wants more.
But Felix wants a baby, and Chan obviously does, too.
Chan rises up onto his knees, his hard, thick cock leaking from the tip, keeping his two fingers moving inside him to keep Felix's pleasure at a simmer, petting gently at the spot within Felix that keeps him keyed up. Chan strokes his cock in his other hand, his eyes on Felix the entire time, clearly assessing how he's going to take him and fuck him full.
Felix loves when Chan looks at him like this — predatory, hungry, his desire for Felix clearly an insatiable thing, an unquenchable thirst — and he can't help but flush under his husband's gaze, a shy smile gracing his lips.
Chan chuckles. "Yeah? You happy, baby? Happy cause you came all over my face?"
"Yes, oppa," Felix beams, "Very happy."
"I'm glad," Chan says, budging closer. He slowly withdraws his fingers from within Felix and moves up the bed, his hands reaching out to rearrange Felix to his liking. He lays Felix among their pillows, grabbing one of Felix's decorative throw pillows and placing it beneath the small of his Felix's back, propping him up.
Felix hums happily as Chan walks closer on his knees, resting Felix's legs over his arms, Felix's ankles near his head as Chan folds his body over him. Chan reaches between them to run the head of his cock between Felix's folds. "Wish we could make a baby right now," he confesses.
Felix's cheeks are beginning to hurt with the strength of his smile. "I do too, but practicing is fun, too, isn't it?"
"Practice," Chan says, almost like he isn't sure how to feel about the word.
Felix nods, "Practice, for now." He reaches out, batting Chan's hand out of the way so he can bring the head of his cock to his entrance. "So we can make sure you get me pregnant on the first try, and —"
The rest of Felix's words are stolen from him when Chan bats his hand away in turn, positioning his cock and slowly sliding inside of him, stretching him open and punching a gasp from Felix's lungs. Chan's entry into Felix's body is slow but precise, and Felix's hearing whites out, his eyes slamming shut, breath gone until Chan is bottoming out and nestling his body close. Chan buries his face into Felix's neck, and Felix feels the feather-light kisses Chan leaves there to try and get him to calm down. It's clearly not helping, and he gasps when Felix squeezes around him, an inhale tearing through his body in an attempt to get air back into his lungs when he feels the way Chan's cock throbs in response. Chan's hands come up at the same time he raises up just a little, cradling the sides of Felix's face as he murmurs encouraging words, staying still until Felix is ready for more.
"Honey," he calls, and Felix's eyes blink open, glazed over and hazy, his blood thick in his veins and they've barely even started. "Good?"
Felix wants to scoff. The way they fuck is always better than good. Felix still can't understand why after all this time, their physical intimacy feels so intense, so fulfilling, like too much and not enough at the same time.
He nods, tilting his hips at an angle, trying to fuck himself on Chan's cock. Chan laughs at him, shaking his head. "So damn impatient."
He raises his body off of Felix's a little, angling his hips and setting a steady pace, one that has Felix whining in protest almost immediately, grabbing at the muscles of his ass and trying to drag him closer.
"I won't break, oppa —" he starts, but Chan cuts him off with a particularly hard thrust that has Felix squealing, his eyes rolling back into his skull.
"I don't care if it's just practice, honey." Chan says, his tone almost mocking, "and I don't care how many times we have to practice. I'm going to make it last, and I'm going to make sure that you remember all the ways I fuck you and make love to you until I put a baby in that fucking belly."
Felix gasps in shock — there's some sick part of him that loves when Chan cusses — and Chan smiles to himself, thoroughly pleased. He sits up, placing his hands on the backs of Felix's thighs and settling in to fuck him just the way Felix likes.
"Oh fuck —" Felix gasps, nails digging into Chan's ass, head thrown back against the pillows.
"You feel so fucking good baby," Chan groans, circling his hips, "God I can't get enough of you."
"Need it," Felix pleads, "Need you —"
"I got you, honey, I got you. Gonna give you a baby now," Chan promises, digging his knees into the bed and tightening his grip on Felix's body. He fucks him in deep, strong strokes, the head of his cock brushing up against that sensitive spot in Felix's pussy every single time and making him cry out in ecstasy.
It steals Felix's breath from him, and all the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching signal to Chan like a beacon — the way Felix's breath catches in his throat, the way Felix can't keep his eyes open, how Felix's legs start to shake — and Chan takes his thumb and rests it on Felix's clit, rubbing in lazy circles until molten lava rages down Felix's spine and his back arches off the bed, a satisfied cry echoing out of his throat and into the pillows beside his head when he comes. His cunt squeezes down in a way that makes Chan curse, and then he's coming with a groan, pulling Felix's hips down onto him as he buries himself to the hilt, his orgasm sudden and a clear shock to his system if the way his body shakes and trembles is any indication.
Felix still feels fuzzy after his own orgasm, so when Chan ducks his head to try to gather Felix's attention, he can barely muster the energy to call for him, to ask for more.
Chan can read Felix like a book, and he blinks, eyes roving over Felix's face. He's still hard from where he throbs inside of Felix — he's practically always hard when they're home together — and so he moves his hips, slowly pulling back an inch before pushing back inside. Felix whines, too close to overstimulation, Chan's name leaving Felix's lips in relief, and Chan smirks.
"Yeah baby?" He coos, "Need me to fill you more than once? Make sure it takes?"
Felix's head swims, a sound he's never made before leaving his throat as Chan punches his hips inside, fucking into him in shallow but sharp thrusts, thumb circling Felix's clit. He has enough wherewithal to take in the way that Chan's eyes are locked on where they're connected, watching in fascination as he pushes his come back inside of Felix with his cock. He sees the way that Chan's handsome face twists in self-satisfaction as he hums to himself, fixated by the mess they're making.
"Is this what you wanted, little one?" He asks, eyes still stuck on where they're joined together, where Chan's already filled him once. "How long have you wanted me to put a baby in you?"
Felix can barely answer him, his brows furrowed and his mind hazy. He whines in answer, and Chan smirks. He bends his head, sucking one of Felix's nipples into his mouth, and Felix yelps when his teeth drag over the nub, pushing his chest into Chan's face, his cunt trying to retreat from Chan's cock with nowhere to go.
He's almost hypersensitive now, all too aware of the slick slide of Chan's cock, of Chan's seed leaking out of him before Chan pushes it back in, feels heat begin to prick at his skin when his pussy continues to flutter and squeeze like it's trying to keep Chan inside of him. With every brush of his tongue over Felix's nipples, Felix's cunt clenches and he tries to pull off of him, to get his hips to cooperate and try to find some relief, but in the next breath he's winding his hips, pushing back down until Chan's buried to the hilt again. It's inescapable, it's torture —
— And Felix needs more.
Chan pushes his legs a little higher before he rests his weight on Felix gently, his shoulders under his knees, burying his face in Felix's neck and placing his hands under Felix's ass, cradling Felix closer to him as he starts to fuck him in deeper strokes, drowning in the pleased little noises leaving Felix's lips.
"You fee like heaven," he murmurs against Felix's neck. "Feels like the perfect little cunt to pump full of me."
"Chan," he finally manages to breathe out, and Chan almost exhales in relief.
"Oh? You like that, baby? Like it when I tell you how much I want you to have my babies?"
There were times when the two of them made love that Felix got so lost in the pleasure that he couldn't speak to Chan, and sometimes it worried Chan to no end. But when he figured out all he needed to do was to keep talking, to say whatever filthy thing was on his mind to give Felix something to focus on, Felix would always come back to him, always call for him, and the same calm washes over Felix's own body, a shiver running up his spine.
His arms come up, wrapping around Chan's neck and arching his back, giving him more access to Felix. Chan hums, pleased, sucking a bruise into his skin while his cock starts to throb from where he's fucking Felix. Felix knows another orgasm is creeping up when Chan bites down gently, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin and Felix squeezes and clenches around his cock greedily.
"Gonna come again, honey?" Chan asks, nosing along his jaw. "Want me to come again, too? Fill you up?"
Felix nods, turning his head and Chan meets him right away, slotting their lips together and swallowing Felix's moans down when he shakes gently beneath Chan, back bowing and pushing their bodies closer. Chan's eyes squeeze shut, electricity zipping up his spine when Felix's orgasm tips him over the edge out of nowhere, and then Chan's spilling into Felix again, groaning against the sharp cut of his jaw.
Chan's arms come out from under his body and he gently eases Felix's legs back down against the bed, massaging the muscles as he goes. Instead of resting them against the bed though, Felix finds the strength to bracket his legs beside Chan's body, his ankles resting by his tapered waist, and Chan laughs.
"Hi baby," he murmurs, nipping at Felix's jaw. Gently, he rolls them both until he's laying underneath Felix instead, careful and purposeful to keep himself nestled inside. "So it takes, yeah?" Chan says quietly, and Felix's body trembles, unsure if it's aftershocks or a small orgasm at the rush that coasts through his veins at Chan's words.
Chan lets out a surprised little "ha!" at the feeling, and Felix smiles to himself when he does a half cat-like stretch before sprawling across Chan's chest. A pleased little exhale greets Felix's ears after a moment, and Chan's hand comes up, rubbing gentle circles along Felix's back.
He clears his throat, clearly trying to gain back a semblance of decorum before he says, "I can't believe you saw a pair of shorts and decided you wanted to get pregnant, like, today."
Felix snorts. "Excuse me for thinking having a baby with my husband was a good idea."
"I can only imagine what would've happened if you were at the park instead and found a stray kitten." Chan muses, his tone teasing. "We'd probably be at the pet store right now shopping for kitty treats."
"You're lucky I didn't stop at the store for baby formula and diapers before I came home," Felix snarks, squeezing his cunt meanly around Chan's cock. "Or worse, a crib."
Chan makes a noise of disapproval. "Our first child isn't getting a store bought crib. Not when I can make a perfectly good one on my own."
Felix blinks, raising up a little to look at Chan's face. He tilts his head, curious. "You'd build our child their very own crib?"
"If you got pregnant with quintuplets, I'd build them each their own crib."
Felix blanches, a quick lighting strike of fear landing in his cunt. "Do…quintuplets run in your family? Twins?"
"No," Chan smirks. "But I'm pretty confident we could start with twins, if I tried hard enough."
Felix's cunt pulses, his blood thrumming with intrigue. "Oh."
Chan laughs, leaning up to plant a kiss on Felix's dazed little mouth. "I guess it looks like you're going to have to go back to that store and find another pair of those shorts, baby."
Felix hums, remembering the last thing he purchased from the vintage shop. He has every intention of getting up to go get it, but he can't move his limbs, and he doesn't want Chan's seed to go to waste.
"Baby?" Chan asks. "You okay? Think I lost you there for a minute."
"I'm okay," Felix nods, hiding his mischievous smile as he turns his face into Chan's pectoral muscle. "Just remembered there was one last thing in the bag for you from the store."
"Oh?" Chan's interest is piqued.
"Gotta get it later though," Felix yawns, the adrenaline of the moment finally crashing. "Don't wanna move."
"S' alright baby," Chan kisses the top of his head. "We can stay right here for as long as you need."
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Later, Felix is resting in a bubble bath Chan has drawn for him while Chan goes about folding the rest of the laundry he'd abandoned to go make a baby.
Felix feels so comfortable and relaxed, and he's just about to doze off when the door to the bathroom opens once more. Felix's gaze falls to Chan, who's come into the bathroom with a look that says, 'You're in big trouble mister.'
"Channie?" Felix murmurs, voice echoing against the tiles. "What is it?"
Chan holds up Hyunjin's perfect find — a bright red, sequined, sparkly jock strap, brand new with tags attached and the sanitary sticker still stuck to the gusset — and narrows his gaze at Felix.
"Very funny," Chan deadpans. "But I'm throwing this out."
"What?! Noooo, why?!" Felix sits up with a frown. "You'd look so hot in it."
"Baby," Chan says patiently, "There's no way my dick is going to fit in this thing."
Felix huffs. "But Oppa —"
Chan tuts and shakes his head. "No, don't you 'but Oppa' me," Felix is annoyed with how spot on Chan's mimicry of his whine is, "You get your shorts and you'll get your baby, but you don't get this."
"Denying me anything when I'm going to be carrying your baby soon is a little evil, don't you think?"
Chan gives Felix a look. "Keep it up, and I really will pump you full of quintuplets, Felix Bahng."