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it was a hot day. a hot week. in a hot room with hot people. literally, as their blood was boiling hot running inside their veins, and figuratively, as all of the eight boys present were very attractive. the mirrors of the practice room were all fogged with their warm breathing, not even the air conditioner being able to give them some sort of relief. the familiar strong and unpleasant smell of sweat could be noticed in the room as there were no windows. they were used to it at least, eight men living together meaning too much testosterone and sometimes disgusting situations. exhausted and overwhelmingly heated, they rested on the not so cold floor, catching their breaths from the intense dancing session.
however, one of them seemed to feel even hotter, dizzy even. chan's moist back rested against the wall, nervous eyes preoccupied looking at anything that wasn't felix. he excused himself from practice right before all the blood that made his head ring went down to somewhere else.
it was the hottest day in a while. and still, felix was wearing socks. not normal socks that you wear with snickers, but fucking knee high socks. in fact, he wore them for about a week, seeming to like the new style. but it was starting to become a problem. a very not pleasant, annoying and dangerous problem. for chan at least.
he didn't really pay attention to them at first, only being a little distracted by it on the first day. but then he wore them again, and again, and again. it was doing a little bit too much for chan's imagination. the worst part was when he could feel them. feel the milky, soft pair of thighs wrapped around his head and shoulders on that particular move. every time they restarted the song he had to fight the urge to not squeeze them with his life.
although he didn't want to, he had to go back, not wanting to look too suspicious. he breathed in and out for about three or four times before entering the room with a couple of cold water bottles in hand. "here, refresh yourselves", he said. as if it was the only reason he left in the first place.
finally, after the break, he thought he had collected himself and was ready to do another round of dancing. but, the peaceful thought of serenity he did feel, left as soon as it arrived. the second felix sat on his shoulders. oh. it was ruined all over again. his inner thighs were sticky and shining as the bright lights reflected on them, almost touching his cheeks. at the corner of the eye he could observe how the socks tightly hugged the youngest's legs, almost too tight for his own sanity. it was completely overwhelming. so overwhelming that it made his mind go blank, impulsively doing what he wanted to do since the day they first learned the thunderous choreography.
his hands went up felix's protected knees, and directly dug his fingers onto his thighs, definitely way too close to his intimacy for it to be only a playful touch. such a delicious squeeze that if it lasted longer would leave beautiful marks. chan came back to reality once he felt the boy on top of him tremble. he spasmed feeling goosebumps and pressed his legs together a little, surprised. his face didn't show any sign of panic but chan could see through the mirror how his freckled cheeks gained a warm tone of rouge, darker than before because of the hot weather.
the pressure he felt around his head nearly made him pass out instantly. felix knew. he was fucked.
(...)
the day was coming to its end as they finally made their way back to their rooms. neither felix or chan talked about their little situation, pretending to not have noticed the occurrence (even though the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife, even some of the other members acknowledged it, quietly).
chan got out of the shower feeling relieved as his muscles relaxed. he opened the door and a thick fog came out of the bathroom. yes, he did take warm showers even in the summer. correction, steaming hot showers. the contrast between his hot naked body and his room's cold refrigerated air made him shiver, the familiar thermal shock coming through. it was unhealthy but it was his habit, nothing much to do about that.
he heard a knock on his door and quickly put on a towel around his waist, remembering the other members' nagging about him walking around the dorm completely naked. "please have mercy on our eyes" he recalled seungmin saying. he opened the door and met felix's curious eyes, peeking through the lock.
— yes? — chan answered, pressing his eyebrows together in confusion.
— oh sorry, i wasn't spying on you or anything, just checking if you were inside. — felix spoke a little embarrassed about the older man's frame in front of him, the towel starting to hang loose around his hips.
they stared at each other for a little too long, in an embarrassingly awkward silence, as they seemed to wait for the other to speak first. chan eventually got tired of waiting.
— do you wanna come in, or…? — he said with a low voice making way for felix to enter his cool room. he looked down as the youngest passed by him, spotting another pair of socks he'd never seen before. thigh high socks. what the fuck.
— wow it's very cold in here. — felix said as he comfortably sat on chan's bed, feeling the fresh sheets against his bare legs. the shorts he was wearing disappeared under his oversized t-shirt, that's how short they were. the only piece of fabric that really covered his legs were the socks, in a light tone of pink, absolutely adorable. or sexy. actually, both.
— yeah i couldn't handle the heat from outside so i turned on the ac, is it too cold for you?
— no, no it's fine. — it was too cold for him. he could feel his body hair stand up.
— anyways, why are you here for? — chan spoke a little dry, not meaning to sound rude, but he kind of wanted the boy to leave. like, immediately. he wasn't in the right mindset to handle his clothing right now.
— i was wondering earlier if… — he paused and looked at his feet. — did i do something? you were kind of weird today at practice.
chan opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't get his words out.
— did i say something that upset you? if i did i'm sorry… no wait… — he looked at chan again. — the move, is it about the move? am i too heavy for you to carry? am i pressing my legs too hard on you? oh no did i hurt you?! i can ask the choreographer if we can change it and… — felix started to make up a solution but quickly was interrupted.
— it's your socks. — chan spoke, surprised he really did say it.
— i don't… i don't get it… — felix looked down at his legs. — what about my socks?
— please don't make me say it out loud, felix. — chan said not breaking eye contact, his gaze piercing right through felix as he suddenly looked intimidating.
the boy stayed quiet for a second, trying to figure out what his friend was trying to say. after a few seconds he had his little realization moment and a crimson red painted his ears. after, his whole face.
— oh. — he couldn't say any more than that.
felix's uneven breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. chan didn't know but this affected felix too. the thought of chan being attracted by his clothing. clothing that he wore because he felt confident had an effect on other people unintentionally. on his best friend, actually. chan being attracted to him. it made his stomach turn, in the good way. he could only imagine what kinds of thoughts chan had had while having to lift him up in those socks. he now understood what that squeeze he received earlier meant. he kind of wished he did it again.
— take them off then. — felix said unhesitatingly.
— pardon? — chan wasn't sure if he heard that right or his brain was playing tricks on him.
— do it yourself. take my socks off if they bother you that much.
this had to be a dream. a hallucination. a mirage caused by the heat. chan never felt so confused. he lost any trace of thought when those words left the boy's pretty lips.
— okay. — chan said in disbelief of his own words.
chan closed the space between them as he approached felix, still sitting on the bed. he ran his fingernails alongside felix's inner thighs, it felt like torture. he reached the hem of one of the socks, ready to take it off. right before he could, his eyes spotted felix's evident bulge on his tight shorts, that were now not hidden by his tee anymore.
— actually, i'll keep them on. — chan said insanely close to the other's face, and finally, locked their lips together.
they shared this messy kiss filled with lust for some time, not worrying to hurry each other up, enjoying every second of it. but at some point it just didn't feel like enough, so chan tugged at felix's shorts, his own towel, now with no support, finding itself on the floor. he dropped to his knees and succeeded to pull the other's shorts down, alongside with his underwear.
— is this okay? — chan asked, worry present in his eyes.
— yes. — felix spoke with his voice deep and raspy, resting on his elbows as he watched chan sit in between his legs.
chan dragged open mouth kisses on felix's thighs, biting on the skin not so softly and hands cupping the youngest's ass. he sucked on certain spots that made felix shake and made a trail of marks that anyone but him could see. so dirty and sinful, but secretive and careful at the same time. he gave an experimental lick directly onto felix's hole, making him let out a high pitched moan and retract.
— close your legs. — chan spoke as he backed away from the sensitive spot, making eye contact.
— no, i'll suffocate you. — he spoke, breathless.
— that's kind of the point, honey. — chan smirked and made his way back between felix's ass cheeks, focusing on what he was doing previously.
felix closed his legs carefully around chan's face, not applying too much pressure, scared of hurting the other man. but that changed as soon as he felt a warm tongue stretching him out, making his body vibrate and tense.
chan swore that the way felix's thighs pressed against his face could make him come untouched. it was starting to get hard to breathe as he worked skillfully pleasing the other, felix now practically sitting on his face. it made him feel so fucking good and he wasn't even the one having his ass eaten out.
although he was completely lost in bliss, felix was looking at chan, or at least what he could see of chan. he didn't think the sight under him would excite him this much. he didn't think the way he could hear chan having trouble breathing would excite him this much. he didn't think that squeezing his legs around someone's head and sitting on their face would excite him this much. but it all did.
the youngest started to whimper and pull harshly on the other's hair, feeling a knot build inside his stomach, repeating chan's name as if it was a mantra. chan noticed the poor boy's wrecked state and right before his release, he forcefully opened felix's thighs and backed away. he licked his lips as if he was having a taste of his favourite candy.
— hyung… please… — felix's eyes watered as he clenched his puffy hole around nothing, missing being touched already.
— please what? tell me what you want. — chan spoke, not trying to mock him, but genuinely ready to give him anything he asked.
— please fuck my thighs. — he held a hand out for chan to get up from the floor.
— with pleasure. — chan smiled softly, as if right after he didn't roughly toss the boy on his bed, all fours, ass up, ready for him.
he quickly reached his bedside table and took out a bottle of lube from the drawer, so the friction wouldn't burn too much. with the sight before him it was tempting to just fuck felix right there. but leave that for another time. he spread a little of the sticky liquid on his member and slipped between the other's legs, definitely not as tight as his hole would be, but just enough to make him feel good. really, really good.
he held felix's delicate waist and kissed his freckled shoulders, as his thrusts sped up. he was having a really hard time keeping himself quiet, since he was pretty vocal during sex. his moans were muffled on felix's back just enough so only the two of them could hear. felix wasn't particularly loud but his breathing was insanely heavy, eventual whimpers being shut as he bit his red swollen lips.
the way chan's member rubbed against felix's when he thrust forward was driving him crazy, the size difference apparent and the friction intoxicating. at some point chan had lifted felix from the bed, his back being in contact with his bare chest. felix felt the inside of his thighs on fire and he loved it. he loved the way chan was moaning right next to his ear and he loved feeling small compared to the man behind him. even though the air conditioner marked 15°C in the tiny fluorescent blue panel, they were sweating, burning with passion and desperate for relief. so hot, so delectable.
felix was the first to climax all over his stomach, with a neglected cock and an irritatingly red tip. the sight of the pearly drops of cum dirtying the thigh highs was enough for chan to be right after. they stayed still, felix still shaking with oversensitivity. they kissed once again, drinking that moment and making it memorable, keeping the feelings inside a little box on their heads to think about them later.
they cleaned themselves with some tissues and felix finally removed his socks. as tiredness started to consume their bodies, they promised each other to shower later. they laid down on chan's not-so-clean-anymore bed and rested, in a comfortable silence, listening to the faint sound of some cheesy song playing on the radio inside of the bathroom.
(...)
now, felix wore knee high socks to practice more often, hoping a special someone would make him feel good about it later. it was felix's guilty pleasure. it was chan's strange addiction.