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“I want you to mark me,” Felix says into the silent darkness of his bedroom. Chan stops scrolling through Instagram, his hand faltering in Felix’s hair.
“Mark you? What does that mean?”
Felix pulls away to switch his bedside lamp on before resting his head on Chan’s chest, looking up at him. “Literally what it says in the name, baby,” he says with a giggle. “Mark me up. Leave a mark on me. Whatever makes the most sense in that pretty head of yours.”
Chan frowns, confusion still in his voice. “Like… when I give you hickeys?” He runs a finger down Felix’s spine, making him shiver. Felix hums, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Yeah. Hickeys, bites, bruises… I don’t know, just leave marks on me.”
Oh.
In the dim lighting of the room, Chan can see the way Felix turns bright red before he hides his face in Chan’s chest, pulling himself closer. His skin is hot against Chan’s, the same hue on his cheeks creeping down his neck.
“Won’t the makeup noonas try to kill me?” Chan asks with a soft chuckle. “What are they gonna say when you turn up all purple and blue? We might just have no makeup artists left. First JYP artists to do their own makeup.”
Felix shrugs. “Don’t care. Just want them to know I’m yours. That you own me.”
“Yeah? Want everyone to see you belong to me, baby?” Chan smirks, mirth tinting his voice. His hands come to Felix’s waist and he grips hard enough to pull a whimper out of his boyfriend. “Leave bruises all over your hips, your neck, anywhere that can be seen. So they can see that you’re mine, my perfect little toy to use, all mine to keep. Untouchable, except by me.” He lowers his voice, and Felix shivers as he whispers, “none of them, me.”
“Chris…” Chan feels Felix’s cock swelling against his hip, his voice already strained. “Chris, please.”
“Please, what? I’m not sure what you want from me, honey,” Chan murmurs. He’s gentle in the way he flips them so that Felix’s back is against the bed, pressing their hips together.
“You do. You do, please,” Felix pleads. He fists at Chan’s shirt and pulls him into a rough kiss, whining into his mouth when Chan’s fingers dig into the supple flesh of his thighs. The strength of his hold is enough to make Felix shiver under his touch.
“Need you to tell me, Lix. Aht-aht, with your words,” he admonishes when Felix squeezes a hand over Chan’s as a silent urge for him to grip harder.
“Mark me up, Channie. Please, want you to bruise me. Wan’ bites and marks everywhere, please,” Felix breathes, breath hot and laboured against Chan’s lips. “Don’t want you to hold back, either.”
“Getting all worked up from it, yeah? Look how hard you are just thinking about me claiming you,” Chan laughs softly. “Hips up, baby.” His fingers graze over Felix’s clothed erection, and the featherlight touch is enough to make him flinch. Felix complies, allowing Chan to tug his shorts and underwear down in one swift move. His legs part instinctively to let Chan in closer, gasping when the older squeezes harder at his thighs. “Can already imagine you, pretty. All black and blue and purple, teeth marks and indents all over. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine and nobody else’s. Stylists can touch, everyone can look at you all they want, but you’re fucking mine. Yeah?”
“Fuck— yes, yes, like that. More, more— please. Yours— just yours,” Felix rambles. His head tips back; Chan can feel his thighs trembling under his fingers and watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“You’re so strong. Love it when you hold me like this, shit — Daddy, harder.”
Ah. Chan wasn’t sure until now, but it makes sense. Of course Felix has a strength kink. It’s fairly obvious, now that Chan thinks about it — the way Felix ogles him when he’s lifting something heavy or working out. He smirks with the realisation, pulling away from Felix’s lips to graze his teeth down his neck.
“Here?” He doesn’t let Felix answer before sinking his teeth in at the base of his neck — deeper and deeper until Felix whimpers, threading his fingers into Chan’s hair and tugging hard. Chan pulls back, licking over the indents when Felix whimpers at the sparks of pain shooting up his neck.
“Hurts, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thankyou,” he gasps. Chan coos and presses his lips to Felix’s before moving back down to kiss the area gently.
“More, please.”
Chan doesn’t even have to look to know that Felix’s cock is leaking from the pleasure-pain that the bites bring him, hips rutting up to grind against Chan’s still clothed cock. His hands, still curled into Chan’s hair, pull at his locks, forcing his head down.
Chan laughs at his desperation, opting to litter hickeys along his clavicle. Hearing the noises of pleasure emanating from Felix’s lips only spurs Chan on; he can’t hold back a smile against Felix’s skin whenever he bites down on a hickey and the younger jolts underneath him.
He pulls back after a few minutes, admiring the way the hickeys are darkening already; a dark purple that contrasts Felix’s skin so perfectly. “So pretty,” Chan whispers. “I should have done this sooner.” Felix makes a small noise in the back of his throat and shudders when Chan lets go of one of his thighs to trace his finger over each hickey he’s left behind.
“Wanna spell my name out,” Chan murmurs against Felix’s chest. Felix makes a sound and Chan looks up at him, swirling his tongue around one of his nipples and gently tugging it with his teeth. “With marks. So people will know exactly who you belong to.”
“Mm. Want that, Daddy. Wan’ your name all over me. Ruin me.”
The hands wandering along Felix’s collarbone draw back down to his thighs, pinning them down against the bed with a vice grip.
A small, choked whine falls from Felix’s lips when Chan dips his head down to clamp his teeth a few inches above his right nipple, followed by the dizzying, almost painful pressure of Chan’s fingers pressing harder into his thighs.
Felix blinks stray tears away to find the room blurring, a high-pitched hum invading his mind, and he gasps Chan’s name when he doesn’t let up. His teeth sink in deeper, and it’s only when he pulls back that he can see the prominent dents from the marks he’s left, the skin flushing from pale to red as blood rushes back to the area. Felix looks beautiful, utterly ruined and corrupted.
It’s a small mark — considerably smaller than the bite mark on Felix’s neck — but it looks nice. Chan grins and bites again, directly underneath the last one. Felix jolts in his hold. The tears are falling freely now and he can barely draw enough air in, his sobs coming out strangled. He attempts to squeeze his fingers, trying to tug at the locks of hair anchoring him, but Chan doesn’t hiss like he did before; he’s looking up at Felix through his lashes — teeth close to breaking skin once again — unaware that Felix is pulling at his hair. Felix’s cock twitches at the small groan that Chan lets out from the tugging, eager to get himself drunk on the intoxicating taste of Felix’s sweat. It’s not so salty that he finds it unpleasant — nothing about Felix ever could be — but enough to remind Chan how real this is, how real Felix is under his touch.
Above him, Felix tries tugging at his hair again, huffing when he can’t muster up the hand strength. “D-Daddy… hurts.”
He barely makes out the blurred image of Chan pulling back, licking over the bite marks he’s left like he did with the first. From what Felix can catch a glimpse of, the ㅊ is already there — how did he do that so fast?
“I know, baby. I’ll make it feel better soon though, yeah? You’re doin’ so good for Daddy. Always so good for me,” Chan praises softly. He kneads Felix’s thighs as he pulls himself up, peppering feather-light kisses along Felix’s jaw and all over his trembling lips.
“‘m good for Daddy,” he echoes, hiccuping. “Good boy, I’m good.”
“You are,” Chan affirms. Felix mirrors the smile, slightly lopsided and with glazed over eyes. “Think you can handle a little more? Or you wanna take a break?”
“No,” Felix whimpers, his voice high. “No, please, more, don’t stop, fuck. Don’t want you t’stop, Daddy.”
“Okay, honey, okay.”
It’s like a magnet attaches Chan to where he moves next; he barely has to think about it. It feels like second nature — overtaken by an animalistic desire to make his physical claim on Felix, until no part of his skin remains untouched. He switches between bruising bites and hickeys, sucking and licking until they’re definitely too dark to be efficiently covered up with the makeup noonas’ skills – exactly how he wants it.
Chan pulls back once he’s done, gasping at his own work. The array of blue and purple is a perfect contrast against Felix’s complexion, now the same bright-red shade as his cheeks. “You’re so beautiful,” Chan murmurs. “Ruined.”
“Ruined,” Felix echoes. His arms are loose around Chan’s head and he’s not meeting his eyes at all, instead blinking hazily up at the ceiling.
Chan shuffles up to stroke a finger down Felix’s cheek, watching his eyes flit. “You doing okay, little one?”
Felix doesn’t respond. He’s absentmindedly tickling the hair at the back of Chan’s neck, brows beginning to furrow. “Daddy?” His voice is so small and feeble – bottom lip wobbling – that Chan can feel his heart clench. A part of him finds it incredibly shameful to admit that his cock twitches at the sight of the tears brimming on Felix’s waterline. “Daddy, h-hurts. It hurts, no. P-Please…”
“Lix? D’you remember your safe word, baby?” Felix briefly nods, and Chan smiles when he manages to whisper lily. “Need to use it?”
“No. M’good.”
The shift in Felix’s demeanour from dazed and mellow to agitated is almost instantaneous, chest heaving as he tries to breathe in. He angles his face away when Chan tries to cup his other cheek, but the tug of his hands is contradictory, desperate pulling Chan closer.
“I’m here, honey, right here. Can you look at me, Lix?” He moves so that his face is directly above Felix’s, still stroking his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. “Hey. I‘m right here, baby. Daddy’s here, okay?”
Felix is crying properly now, digging his nails into the back of Chan’s neck. It’s only when Chan trails a nail across the bites he’s left that Felix jolts, a moan catching in his throat.
“Chris, D-Daddy. Daddy, please.” He tugs frantically at Chan’s hair, who looks up to find Felix looking at him.
“Need to know what you need, baby,” he murmurs. Felix melts against the hand that rests on his cheek, eyelids half closed.
“You, wan’ feel you. Please,” he croaks.
Chan kisses over the bites, rubbing comfortingly at Felix’s sides when he whimpers in response. “Gonna use the vibrator for a bit, ‘kay? Wanna make a few more marks before I fuck you properly.”
“More?”
Chan hums. “Yeah, baby. Does that sound okay? Or do you wanna take a break?”
The look in Felix’s eyes is still slightly glazed over, but he shakes his head once he’s considered it. “No. ‘m good, Daddy.”
Chan laughs softly. “You remember what your safe word is?” Felix nods and mumbles the word with a smile. Chan leans in and lets Felix peck his lips, teeth catching when he tries to pull away. “So good. Always so good for me.”
“I’m good?” he asks, eyes forming crescents. Chan nods, mirroring Felix’s bright smile.
“The best,” he grins. He doesn’t look away as he reaches into one of the bedside drawers, taking out a vibrator and their well-used bottle of lube; he makes a mental note to make a covert trip and buy more when he can. He bites back a smirk when he remembers the nipple clamps he’d reluctantly put back last time, wondering how easily they’d clamp to other areas of Felix’s body. Another set of pretty marks to claim him with.
“Fuck,” he whispers shakily.
“Hm?”
“Just thinkin’, baby. Wanna try nipple clamps some time?”
“Don’t care. Empty,” Felix whines. It doesn’t take more than a light touch to his inner thigh for his legs to fall open.
“Don’t even have to tell you what to do, just a little touch is enough. Presenting yourself like Daddy’s little whore, hm?”
He pouts as Chan teases him for being so obedient, lightly pressing his thumb over Felix’s entrance.
“Yours,” Felix affirms. It’s impossible for Chan to tear his gaze away from Felix’s hole, clenching around nothing and waiting. Felix tenses when a cold, lubed-up finger presses against his rim, and fists at the sheets underneath him. He starts to relax as Chan runs his other hand down his thigh, and whines as Chan is gently pushing a finger in. Chan gives him a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he’s slowly fucking it into him, adding another when Felix begins to grow restless.
“Shit… I-I can take another, Daddy. Please.”
“I know you can, honey,” Chan laughs. He’s still pumping his fingers in, adding a third when Felix invitingly wiggles his hips down against his hand, as he moves down onto his front between Felix’s legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his trembling thighs. The skin there is even softer than the rest of him; how that’s possible, Chan doesn’t know, but it further ignites the flame of excitement in him, eager to see how easily the marks will form. “Vibe’s going in, yeah?”
Felix nods with a shaky moan. He clenches around Chan’s fingers by instinct when he tries to pull out, desperate to stay filled, shaking his head when Chan tries again.
“Relax,” Chan tells him. He clamps his teeth down into Felix’s thigh, easily sliding his fingers out when he flinches.
Felix barely makes a sound as the vibrator is put in, too focused on the teeth sinking into his soft flesh once again, one hand letting go of the sheets to fist at Chan’s hair. Felix’s back arches away from the bed entirely when the vibrator is pressed against his prostate and kept there, the stimulation making his thighs quiver even harder under Chan’s teeth.
“Th-Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank yo— fuck!”
Chan bites harder, leaving the vibrator alone to grip at Felix’s other thigh, just above where the bruises from his earlier hold are already starting to form. There’s just a little more fat around Felix’s thighs — something Chan has always voiced is his favourite thing about Felix — and it aids in making the bruises much darker than those on his chest, so much prettier. Chan’s need to leave Felix claimed everywhere — so obviously — is fucking intoxicating.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chan breathes when he pulls back. He sucks at several spots, his fingers moving all over Felix’s other thigh to leave fingertip bruises wherever he can reach. It’s tempting to spell his name out there, too. “Bruise so easily. Can’t wait to see how long they stay for.”
From where he lies, Chan can just about see the look in Felix’s eyes shifting, similar to his spacing out before, drool pooling at one corner of his mouth. Chan moves the vibrator slightly, and the new angle has the toy directly pressed up against Felix’s prostate, his entire body jolting.
“Hnngh, Da… fu…”
“Feel good, baby?” Chan bares his teeth, trailing faint pink lines with the sharp edges of his canines until he finds another spot to take between his teeth. It’s a much larger chunk this time and Chan has to bite harder. Felix squirms under his hold, his body acting of its own accord and desperately trying to move away. Chan eventually lets go of the thigh decorated with bruises, starting to fuck the vibrator into Felix and punching staccato moans out of him with each jab to his prostate. He barely flinches as the hand in his hair tightens, his scalp stinging from the pull, only spurring him on to apply more pressure.
Chan likes to think of himself as a great multitasker — effortlessly keeping up a quick, steady pace of fucking the vibrator into Felix as he bites and licks at the skin held between his teeth. It only takes a few more thrusts of the vibrator before Felix tenses and stills, white streaking his stomach so beautifully. His moans are just as pretty as the rest of him. Chan so badly wants to cum across the bites and bruises he’s left, to imprint the contrasting colours onto his brain.
“Mm… hnnh, Chr’s,” Felix gasps. One hand lets go of Chan’s hair to search blindly, and makes an incoherent noise of relief when Chan links their hands together.
“I’m here, baby, right here. You’re doing so good, Lix.” The vibrator is left alone again, still inside Felix and pushing him into overstimulation as Chan continues the ministrations to his thighs. There’s a dull ache in his jaw, but it means nothing if Chan has a chance to really show that Felix belongs to him entirely, and so he pushes it down, Felix’s inner thighs littered with another set of hickeys and bites.
There’s a fine line between Felix becoming overstimulated and what Chan knows is him slipping into subspace, still new territory for the two of them. From how blank Felix’s eyes are and his slack jaw, Chan is leaning towards subspace. He moves up and shuffles close, weight held up by leaning on his forearms that are either side of Felix’s head. Chan lets his nose brush lightly against his jawline and Felix makes a small noise, managing a tiny smile and whispering Daddy.
His hips are moving by themselves, instinctively grinding down against the vibrator and chasing the feeling of it pressed against his prostate once more — desperate to cum again. His refractory period is longer, but Chan is only vaguely aware of the ache in his wrist from working for so long, eager to swallow up Felix’s breathy moans like his own personal drug.
“Cum for me, little one. Always look so pretty when you cum, hm? Wanna get at least three out of you before Daddy starts making you all pretty with cum, too,” Chan whispers fiercely. He’s not entirely sure if Felix can register the excitement in his voice but he hums and rolls his hips down, frantically chasing his second orgasm.
It hits Felix far harder than the first—wave after intense wave of pleasure crashing over him as he cums untouched for the second time. It carries him away, so far out that Chan’s voice is nothing but a distant hum under the white-hot siren call of his high.
Seeing how easily and how deep Felix has slipped into subspace makes Chan slightly nervous. The last thing he wants is to hurt Felix because he’s unable to voice his discomfort. He squeezes Felix’s hand in reassurance and grins when Felix squeezes back, mimicking Chan’s two squeezes after that. Chan keeps their hands linked, hopeful that Felix will pick up on it as a non-verbal signal.
“Think you can do one more for Daddy? Cum on my cock just before I fill you up, hm? Gonna reward you for doing so good.”
The noise in Felix’s mind fades out just enough for him to understand what Chan says and he nods his head eagerly. His hips thrust up to meet Chan’s, to no avail, and he draws back with a frustrated whimper. Chan hums, his free hand cupping Felix’s cheek as gently as he can so as not to startle him.
“I think you can do one more. You’re always so good for Daddy, always listens so well. Just one, hm?”
Felix nods his head again. There are tears running down his cheeks, replacing the drying tear tracks, and he frowns. Every noise coming out of his pretty mouth is akin to a whimper; Chan feels dizzy with a visceral desire to consume him whole, to just completely absorb him — have them metamorphose into one. Chan dips his head to bite at the flesh on the underside of Felix’s arm, considerably lighter than everything he’s done until now, and yet it’s still enough to pull hoarse whines out of Felix.
“One more and Daddy’ll fill you up, ‘kay?”
Felix is slowly beginning to relax again, still high on endorphins that are tugging him away from Chan, far far away from here. He nods briefly, his breathing laboured.
There’s a noise from down the hall — what sounds like Minho’s door closing, followed by distant giggles. God knows Jeongin is a sly little voyeur who’s been caught perving on Chan and Felix one too many times. It’s entirely consensual, of course, a little element of surprise to the couple’s dynamic whenever they spot the head of two-toned hair peeking out behind the doorframe.
“You hear that, baby? Our Innie, listening in like always. He could probably hear how pretty you sound when I’m branding you. D’you think he’ll be able to stop staring during breakfast tomorrow?” Chan giggles, and at the same time, he swiftly replaces the vibrator with his fingers.
The sensation is fucking nirvana to Felix, who cries from the change in stimulation and immediately begins to rock down against Chan’s hand with fervour. Chan hits his prostate dead on with every swift movement of his wrist, over and over until Felix is writhing on the sheets, squeezing Chan’s hand far too hard. With Felix’s other hand — long ago fallen away from Chan’s hair — he reaches down to take his own cock into his hand, wet and so messy and so incredibly sensitive. He jolts from the touch, clenching down against Chan’s fingers, the two groaning in tandem.
He’s still, somehow, so fucking tight, and Chan’s cock throbs against the fabric of his shorts. He’s so desperate to slide home inside Felix, refusing to chase his own pleasure until he has reduced Felix to a malleable, hypersensitive puddle. It’s a wonder Chan himself hasn’t already cum untouched by now, too.
Chan is so lost in his thoughts that he almost misses how Felix cums a third time with a distressed sob, gripping the base of his cock far too tightly. Chan gently pries his hand away to gather some of the cum, painting it over his name across Felix’s chest and grinning proudly at his work. Felix is a true work of art in Chan’s personal gallery, for nobody’s eyes but his.
It only takes a matter of seconds for Chan to sit up and practically rip his shorts off, drizzling a generous amount of lube over his cock. He hisses as he wraps a hand around himself — sensitive and painfully hard — before lining himself up at Felix’s hole.
The head of his cock catches on Felix’s rim and he gasps, arching slightly off of the bed. Chan continues to slowly sink in, squeezing Felix’s hand and kissing along his shoulder over the very first bite he’d left. It’s still sore and Felix moans softly, locking his legs around Chan’s waist as soon as he’s bottomed out.
“Here. ‘m here, baby, fuck . You’re so fucking beautiful, so gorgeous. Always so tight until you’re getting Daddy’s cock, yeah? Fucking made for my cock,” Chan groans.
“Hnnggh… th-th’nk— thankyou. Daddy, thank you,” Felix sobs. He pulls Chan into a similar position to before, arms around his neck as he tugs him in for a kiss, and shakes with the force that Chan slams into him with.
Chan couldn’t care less about the cum that sticks to his chest as he leans in, switching between licking into Felix’s mouth and pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth. He tastes so sweet, so intoxicating; Chan finds tears pricking the corners of his eyes, and nods for no apparent reason.
He kisses all over Felix’s face, inching his way down his neck and along his shoulder. His heart swells with glee when he bites on a new spot and Felix keens, his walls bearing down around Chan’s cock. “Hurts, it hurts. Daddy, ’s— oh, there, there . Fuck, s’there.”
Chan nails his prostate with each thrust, the force of it pushing Felix further up the bed. Chan grunts and pulls him back by his thighs, hands over where all the bruises are, and Felix’s babbling trails off into simple noises, the buzz of the pain enough to render him speechless.
“Can’t wait to show you off to everyone,” Chan groans in his ear. One hand fists at the sheets by Felix’s head, the other keeping a vice grip on his wrist, marking him with yet another set of bruises, yet another place for Chan to love and admire properly afterwards. “They’re gonna think I’ve mauled you,” he giggles.
Felix moans and nods, clenching hard around Chan’s cock.
“You like that, yeah? Wanna be torn apart and ruined, just to be shown off to everyone. My perfect little slut,” Chan murmurs. He rubs hard circles into Felix’s hip with his thumb, dipping his head to suck at the very first bite and leaving it glistening with his saliva. “I’ll maul you, baby.” He leans in, nuzzling his nose at the skin under Felix’s ear.
The action makes him shriek in delight, barely able to catch enough breath as he writhes underneath Chan. “T-Tickles! Daddy, stop, s-stop, pl-ease!”
Felix’s laugh is a soothing nectar to Chan’s ears, shrill and genuine and happy as he hits Chan’s chest with his tiny fists in an attempt to get him to stop. He takes no notice of Chan’s hips stuttering for a moment before he’s prematurely spilling into Felix, hot breath tickling at Felix’s ear as he slows down.
“N-No, why’d you stop?” Felix questions immediately; he reaches a hand down to fist his cock, bucking up into his hand and chasing another orgasm. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please. ‘m being good, right?”
“Y-Yeah, baby. Yeah, you’re so good, c’mere,” Chan whispers. He finds his cheeks are wet as he buries his face into Felix’s neck, quickly thrusting into his heat again and pushing himself to overstimulation. “So perfect. Daddy loves you so much, so— fuck, Lix. Baby…”
“Full,” Felix whines softly. His hips rock down to meet Chan’s, the sound of skin slapping on skin reverberating throughout the room. “More, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Chan laughs breathlessly. There’s a bead of sweat that starts to roll down Felix’s neck and he’s quick to lap it up before pressing gentle kisses from his jaw to his clavicle. “Always wanna be so full of my cum. G’na fuck a baby into you one day. All round and full.”
“Mm. Want y-your babies,” Felix moans softly with a nod, squeezing around Chan’s cock over and over. “Wan’ it to take.”
“I’ll make it take,” Chan promises. It’s absurd and completely unattainable, but the thought doesn’t make his cock twitch inside Felix any less. “Hold your legs for me, love.”
Felix obeys so easily, gripping at the back of his knees so that Chan can press inside him impossibly deeper, the stars in his vision growing brighter with the way he’s right up against Felix’s prostate.
“O-Oh, God, that’s… Daddy, can’t.”
“You can, know you can. Always listen to Daddy so well. Gonna cum for me one more time, hm?”
“No, no, c-can’t—” Felix’s words are cut off as he cums once more, across both their torsos — how he’s still able to cum so much, after so many times, is always a mystery — and Chan takes it as his own cue to let go. He practically slumps his entire weight down on Felix, the hand on his hip shaking. There’s so much more cum this time, leaking out around Chan’s cock as he thrusts shallowly into Felix, his ears ringing from the sheer intensity of his high.
He briefly feels Felix’s fingers cupping around his cheek before they retreat again, resting at the back of his neck. Felix’s thighs tremble underneath Chan but he’s sure that he’s shaking just as hard, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white.
“Chris. Channie,” Felix whispers. He manages to slip out and get Chan lying down instead, straddling his lap.
“Lix,” Chan rasps. His voice is hoarse and he winces, eyes fluttering shut as Felix leans in to kiss him. “Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? It felt good, didn’t it?”
Chan can only nod with a lazy smile.
“Think you can carry me to the bathroom?” Felix asks after a pause. “Don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” Chan hums, reaching for the bottle of water that sits on Felix’s nightstand and taking several deep gulps.
“When my own legs won’t give out,” he giggles. “Where’s my phone? Wanna take pictures.”
Felix shrugs, mumbling pervert under his breath with a smirk. He leans down to rest his head in the crook of Chan’s neck, absentmindedly playing with the cum that’s on his stomach. “Camera is in the bathroom.”
“And why’s that?” Chan lilts. Felix whines and prods his stomach, making him flinch.
“Don’t ask questions. Just… make a space in your room for a box—I said no questions! You’re so nosy,” Felix huffs. Chan mirrors his pout, only partly disappointed that Felix knows him so well his question isn’t even allowed to come to existence.
They lie in the same position for a while — neither of them caring enough about needing to clean up — whispering sweet words to each other and giggling about silly little things before Felix begins to squirm.
“Uncomfortable?” Chan asks, and Felix nods once. “Hold tight.”
Felix purposely doesn’t hold tight, and almost tumbles out of Chan’s arms the moment he stands up — saved only by the bruising hold Chan has around his waist. He wraps himself around Chan with a dazed laugh, head only spinning a little. “Whoops.”
“Brat,” Chan bites with no heat. “You’re lucky I love you too much to let you get hurt.”
“Says the one that’s left me with bruises and bites everywhere,” Felix teases immediately. He yelps when Chan presses down on a bite on the side of his thigh. “Okay, okay! I surrender!”
True to Felix’s word, the camera sits on top of his bathroom cabinet, along with a black marker. Chan realises he doesn’t really want to know why they’re there, fine with being unaware about the extent of Felix’s solo sexual escapades as he sits him on the counter.
The lighting in the bathroom is much better than that in Felix’s room, brighter and allowing Chan to make out every mark he’s left. He loses count of how many pictures he takes, mesmerised with how beautiful Felix looks with the bruises that Chan had spelt his name out with. Felix manages to pry the camera out of his hands after a long while, replacing it with the marker.
“Want you to make them even prettier,” he grins. Chan gasps in excitement, eyes forming crescents that Felix can’t help but trace the shape of. “I would ask Jinnie but… this is our thing. Right?”
“Mhm. Nobody can touch you but me,” Chan reiterates with a proud nod. He seats himself on a chair and starts pondering about what to draw on Felix’s thighs. “Shall I do stars?”
If Felix answers, Chan doesn’t realise, watching his cum still slowly leak out of Felix’s hole. It’s only when there’s a tug at his hair that he snaps out of it, resting his chin on an untouched part of Felix’s thigh and getting to work.
Chan decides on stars and a few hearts.
They had both forgotten to clean the marker off before they fell asleep, haphazardly tugging their clothes on when Minho bangs on the door to let them know how late they’re running. They sink into the van once they’re out, met with horrified looks.
“Lix, what the fuck?” Minho gapes. His head snaps to Chan, now glaring. “Are you crazy, Hyung?”
Chan glances at Felix and his heart skips a beat: out of fear or arousal, he’s not too sure. Black, purple and yellow disappears behind the neckline of Felix’s shirt and he shrinks against Chan’s side, cheeks bright red.
“Oh my God. Did we clean the—?” Chan whispers to Felix, far too loud.
“No! No, don’t. I don’t want to hear it,” Seungmin interrupts, slapping his hands over Jeongin’s ears.
Felix giggles and nods at Chan. “I wiped us down after you zoned out,” he mumbles quietly, kissing his shoulder.
Chan is incredibly lucky that his favourite makeup artist is the one working on Felix today. Chan retreats into the safety of the bathroom when she’s glaring daggers in his direction and picking up the best full coverage foundation she has. He makes a note to buy her a box of those chocolates he knows that she and her husband love.