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Felix was hopping through the isles of the department store like a kid in a candy store. Normally Felix hated when Changbin dragged him from the comfort of their bed just to go look at tools, ew, but today was different. Felix and his boyfriend were looking for color swatches so they could repaint their apartment.
Changbin was pretty sure it was illegal to paint their walls, seeing as how they were renting the apartment, but Felix argued that what are they gonna do about it, kick us out? which earned a scoff from his boyfriend.
Felix was looking at colors like pink, blue, and purple, while Changbin was looking at white—ew—so Felix decided he’d be the one picking the paint. Felix grabbed a light blue color from the wall of swatches and hopped over to Changbin.
“What about this one? It’s called…” Felix turned the paper over in his hands, “Swimming SW 6764. The name’s weird though, let’s call it…” He paused again, to hold the small paper up in the air dramatically, “Light blue.”
Changbin scoffed and took Mr. 6764 from Felix’s hands. “You’re ridiculous. Our walls need to be some sort of white or brown or something, I am not painting our walls with Swimming SW 6764.”
Felix gasped out offendedly. “Hey, that’s their dead name, don’t use it in front of him!” Felix snatched the swatch back from his boyfriend’s hands. “And anyways, I think this would be a good color to paint our bathroom. Since, you know,” Felix struggled to come up with something but failed so he just said, “blue.”
Changbin rolled his eyes. “If you want to hold onto that you can, but I’m not making any promises. Now will you help me pick out a normal color for our living room?”
Felix’s pout got kissed away by his boyfriend until he was smiling brightly again. “Sure,” he agreed, pocketing Light Blue.
They ended up agreeing on a light gray color that Felix proudly named Benjamin to use for their living room. Felix followed Changbin over to the person that mixes paint and finally convinced his boyfriend to let him paint their bathroom with Light Blue. Felix was already prepared to go to Ikea and pick out new bathroom rugs and towels and curtains to match a blue-brown color scheme. Felix was excited.
After covering their living room floors in a sheet of plastic to keep the paint off of their floors, Changbin pulled out the bucket of Benjamin and stirred him with a ‘mixing stick’. Felix made a few inappropriate jokes at that, but Changbin just ignored him.
“Are you painting in that?” Felix asked, gesturing to Changbin’s tan cargo pants and a hoodie.
“Ah, thanks for reminding me,” Changbin said, pressing a peck to Felix’s lips. Changbin brought his hands to the bottom of his hoodie and started to pull it off, causing Felix to squeal and turn away.
“You’re cute,” Changbin laughed, “I have a shirt on, you can look.”
Felix felt stupid; of course his boyfriend had a shirt on. And even if he was naked underneath his hoodie, it wasn’t like Felix had never seen his boyfriend shirtless. So Felix turned back towards his boyfriend with an embarrassed smile.
Felix’s smile immediately faded when he saw what his boyfriend was wearing. Changbin had on one of those tight tank tops that left nothing to the imagination. His chest was broad and his biceps or triceps or whatever arm muscles are called were on full display. Felix didn’t want to look away; in fact, he wanted to stare forever, have the image imprinted in his eyes for the rest of his life, which probably wouldn’t be long if his boyfriend didn’t stop smirking at him like that.
Felix finally tore his eyes away. “Okay, let’s start. Show me what to do.”
Changbin demonstrated how to pour some paint onto a tray and how to use a roller. Felix honestly found it so attractive that his boyfriend knew how to paint, even if it wasn’t that hard.
Felix painted his first stripe of gray onto the wall and immediately cheered at himself. Changbin laughed a bit and leaned in to give him a kiss. Felix giggled and got to painting.
Everything was going perfect until Changbin moved further down the wall and was now taking up Felix’s peripheral vision. Felix made the mistake of glancing over to look at his boyfriend.
Changbin looked so hot. His muscles were flexing as he rolled the roller up and down the wall, his broad chest bulging through his shirt, and Felix felt like fainting. He watched as his boyfriend dipped the roller in to get more Benjamin before continuing to add it to the wall.
Felix couldn’t stop staring.
Felix didn’t know how long he’d been staring for, but he’d long since drifted off into a fantasy land with Changbin’s arms around his throat and—
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Felix snapped out of his daze to see that Changbin had paused his movements to make eye contact with Felix, and Felix found himself blushing and turning away. He was so embarrassed that he’d been caught staring, and now Changbin would feel uncomfortable and—
“Lix, what’s wrong?” Changbin asked, and when Felix looked up again, his boyfriend was gently setting down his own roller and taking Felix’s from his hand.
Felix stared at his boyfriend for a few moments before deciding to say, “Nothing, you’re just. Wearing a tight shirt…”
Changbin’s worried expression changed into something else, and Felix’s flustered state worsened.
“You like this?” Changbin asked, and Felix’s mind went to other scenarios where his boyfriend would say something like that.
“Shut up.”
“Oh, so you do? Do you wanna touch, Lixie?” He stepped closer until his chest was practically touching Felix’s, his arm flexing beautifully like it was nothing. Felix wanted his hands around his throat so bad.
Felix didn’t reply with words, only slowly reaching his hand up to trail along his boyfriend’s bicep, feeling the way his muscle hardened beneath his touch. He slid his hand up further until his small hand was wrapped around his boyfriend’s arm and he squeezed, but it was almost as if he was squeezing a rock. Felix bit his lip.
“You’re cute,” Changbin cooed, and Felix leaned in, trying to capture his boyfriend’s lips in his. However, Changbin pulled back slightly, far enough away that Felix’s lips only ghosted over his.
Felix whined.
“Aww, are you that desperate, Lixie? What do you want me to do about that?”
Felix growled, and he could see Changbin’s expression falter momentarily. Felix leaned in until their noses were touching and he said, “Just shut up and kiss me.”
Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. He finally leaned in until their lips made contact and Felix pressed his lips firmly against his boyfriend’s, earning a groan and a grip on his hips in response.
Felix stepped closer until their chests were touching and he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss and slowing it at the same time. Changbin kissed back in the delicious way he always did, with an overwhelming amount of tongue and with gentle lips.
Felix gripped Changbin’s arms and tugged him closer. His boyfriend gasped out when Felix’s hard-on brushed against his thigh, and Felix opened his eyes halfway to see his reaction.
Changbin responded by pushing Felix until his back was against the freshly-painted wall. Felix felt the cold of it at his back and arched his back to get away from it, but Changbin grabbed his hips and slammed him back against the wall.
“Fuck,” Felix breathed out in English, his head rolling to the side and his hands coming up to grip at Changbin’s shoulders.
Changbin chuckled at that, saying, “You’re so desperate already, aren’t you baby?”
Felix’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and he nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than for his boyfriend to pick him up and fuck him against the wall that was still wet with paint. He wanted Changbin to get so desperate that he didn’t even mind making a mess, chasing his own pleasure instead of listening to his brain.
“What do you want, baby?” Changbin asked him gently, and the sudden gentleness made something pull in Felix’s gut. He was so needy, he wanted nothing more than—
“Choke me,” Felix demanded.
Changbin chuckled at that, trailing his hand up Felix’s stomach and chest until it was resting on Felix’s neck. Felix grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and guided it to wrap around his neck.
Changbin finally quit the teasing and applied pressure to Felix’s throat, tightening his grip deliciously and making Felix buck his hips up, just barely brushing his member against Changbin’s thigh. He tried to repeat the action only to find that he couldn’t, as a strong grip on his hip was keeping him still. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan; his boyfriend was so strong, able to keep him in place with one hand and barely any effort. Felix’s eyes rolled back and he gasped for air, only for his lungs to be met with none.
“You’re so hot,” Changbin whispered, relieving the pressure on his throat. Felix missed it already; though he could breathe again, maybe that’s not what he wanted? So he gripped Changbin’s wrist and pulled his hand so it was putting pressure on his throat, and Changbin immediately caught on and started to choke him again. Felic was getting so overwhelmed and nothing had even happened yet.
Until it did. Felix felt a hand slip into his pants and start to palm his clothes dick, making him let out whimpers and whines, earning Changbin to let him breathe again.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Felix complained, reaching for Changbin’s wrist again. Changbin’s other hand was in his underwear now, gripping his dick and tugging at it roughly.
Changbin’s hand was resting on Felix’s cheek now, and suddenly lips were against his own. Felix kissed back desperately, his hips thrusting into Changbin’s hold to chase his own pleasure.
“Gonna cum,” Felix gasped out, thrusting his hips again. He let out a pathetic whine when he was pushed back against the wall again, Changbin’s hand leaving his pants.
“Please, please,” Felix was whining, his hands gripping at Changbin’s biceps and trying his hardest to pull his boyfriend closer. His eyes were squeezed tight shut, his nose scrunched and his mouth hanging open. He was so close and he was starting to ache. He just needed his boyfriend to stop teasing him.
“Turn around,” Changbin demanded, and Felix wasted no time in spinning around so his forearms were pressed against the wall in front of his face. He felt the half-dried paint stick to the hairs on his arms but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too enraptured by the action of Changbin pulling his pants and underwear down in one tug and something wet touched his hole. After a few moments it slid inside him and he moaned loudly, his back arching slightly.
Hands gripped his thighs and that was when Felix realized the Changbin was eating him out. He let out a loud groan, pressing his forehead against a section of dried wall and folded his hands together as if he were praying, when in reality he was doing far from that.
Changbin’s tongue left his hole and right as Felix started to complain, two fingers pressed inside him with enough strength that it hurt, resulting in Felix gasping loudly and gripping at Changbin’s hand tightly.
“Color?” Changbin asked.
Felix couldn’t think properly, so he just moaned out, “Benjamin, keep going.”
He faintly heard Changbin laughing behind him but couldn’t focus when Changbin wrapped his hand around his neck again, applying pressure that made Felix’s eyes roll back and his moans get trapped somewhere in his throat.
It felt so good, and combined with the three fingers thrusting inside him with a pace he was surprised his boyfriend could keep up with, he felt like he’d come any second now.
But Changbin pulled out too soon, edging him a second time, and Felix let out a defeated whine. He felt Changbin press up against him and suddenly he was being filled by something much larger than fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, babe,” Felix gasped once Changbin’s hand left his throat. Changbin pressed in until he was being filled, and Felix felt so good.
“Felix,” Changbin groaned, and Felix felt something wet on his neck, realizing his boyfriend was placing open-mouthed kisses to the base of his neck. He leaned into the touch right as Changbin rolled his hips, making him press even deeper, and Felix’s mouth fell open in a moan loud enough to get them noise complaints.
“Changbin,” Felix moaned out, and Changbin gave his first thrust. He was hitting so deep already that Felix wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Bin, I want it rough,” Felix said, reaching behind him to squeeze Changbin’s thigh. “I want you to fuck me against this wall and choke me while I come. Please , baby.”
Changbin moaned lowly in his ear and pulled out of Felix fast enough for it to hurt. Felix felt himself being turned around and slammed against the wall, and suddenly he was being hoisted up effortlessly into his boyfriend’s arms.
Changbin entered him deep enough for Felix to see stars. His back arched and a moan escaped his lips and Changbin started thrusting, his hands against Felix’s hips were leverage so he could reach deeper. Felix’s legs were hooked around his boyfriend’s waist, and he was sure he’d be cramping badly tomorrow.
One of Changbin’s hands left his waist to instead hold Felix’s neck, gripping tighter than he had before. Felix couldn’t even moan anymore, he was just so pathetically close that he felt himself release a bit of cum. He wanted so badly to unravel in his boyfriend’s arms.
“Careful, baby, I’m not done yet,” Changbin said, his voice low and gravelly, and Felix didn’t know how he would be able to hold himself back from coming. His boyfriend’s muscles were bulging beautifully through his tank top, and Felix found himself reaching out to grip onto his arm again. He needed to come, but he couldn’t tell his boyfriend with the hand on his throat blocking him from breathing, and overall he just felt so close that—
Changbin’s hand released his neck and suddenly his prostate was being abused. Felix choked in some air before struggling out, “Coming, coming,” and suddenly he was spilling across his boyfriend’s clothes chest, the white cum decorating his black shirt so beautifully and Felix just wanted to lick it up.
Changbin was still thrusting into him, but now his movements were getting sloppier and Felix knew his boyfriend was a second away from coming. He tightened around his boyfriend, who moaned out and finally came inside him before pulling out slowly.
Felix lost his strength and suddenly he was collapsing into his boyfriend’s arms. Changbin didn’t seem to be fazed by it though, because he simply wrapped his arms around Felix middle and carried him into the bathroom, where he was set down onto the counter.
Felix whined when his boyfriend pulled away from him, but Changbin was quick to explain. “I’m just starting the shower, yeah? You have paint… all over.”
Felix’s eyes opened; did he really have paint on him? So he looked down at his arms and saw they were coated in a thin layer of Benjamin. The paint was already dry and chipping off so Felix peeled some off his wrist, only to hiss when it tugged at his arm hairs.
“Careful, Love, I’ll wash it off for you,” Changbin said, and he pressed a kiss to Felix’s forehead before making his way over to the shower and starting the water.
Once Felix was in the shower he finally snapped back to reality. Changbin was using a spongy to gently scrub some paint off his arms and back and Felix was busy remembering what had happened. He brought his hand up to poke at his neck only to hiss and pull it away when it hurt him.
“You have bruises,” Changbin said, and Felix felt a kiss being pressed to his shoulder blade. “Do you want me to ice it when we get out?”
Felix nodded, leaning into his boyfriend who gave him a back hug. “Yeah, I have work. I love you though.”
Changbin laughed. “I love you too. It doesn’t hurt too much, right? I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Felix turned around to look at his boyfriend properly. “It’s okay, really. I wanted it.” He rested his forearms on his boyfriend’s strong shoulders and held his own hands behind his head.
“You’re cute,” Changbin sighed out, and he pressed a kiss to Felix’s lips. Felix smiled and stepped closer, lazily making out with his boyfriend until the water ran cold.
Changbin hurried to wash the cum off Felix’s legs before allowing them to get up. He wrapped Felix up in a towel. And dropped him on top of their bed so Felix could lie in bed in all his naked glory. Felix watched Changbin shuffle through some drawers and their closet and set clothes on the bed, getting himself dressed before forcing Felix into his pajamas. Then Changbin left the room and returned with an ice pack for Felix.
“Here, baby,” Changbin said, kissing Felix’s nose. “I’m gonna go make some dinner, you hungry?”
Felix scrunched his nose and shook his head. His boyfriend tucked some blond hair behind his ear. “Are you sure?”
Felix nodded, “I’m not hungry. When you’re done eating can I get cuddles?”
Changbin’s eyes lingered on his nose and Felix knew it was because of the freckles dotting his nose. Long ago he had hated the imperfection, but Changbin had shown him the beauty in himself, and now he was confident and wouldn’t ever use concealer to hide the dots on his cheeks.
“Of course you can get cuddles,” Changbin said. “I’ll be right back, okay? Twenty minutes.”
“Make it fifteen,” Felix said. He didn’t think he could stay awake for that long.
So Changbin agreed and was back in the room within minutes with a bowl of instant ramen in his hands. And even though Felix insisted he wasn’t hungry, Changbin still fed him big bites of ramen and cooed at him.
Felix finally got his cuddles, as his boyfriend finished eating and laid down with him beneath the covers. Felix nuzzled up into his boyfriend’s chest, earning soft chuckles from his love.
Felix pressed a few kisses to his shirt until Changbin insisted it was time for bed and Felix was forced to sleep.
“I love you,” Felix murmured, and even in his drowsy state, he was sure it was true.
“I love you too,” Changbin whispered, and Felix could finally sleep.
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