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“You want me.”
Felix barks out a laugh of faux disbelief that sounds a lot cockier than he feels, and steps closer with eyes full of defiance. (He prays to whatever gods exist that Chan doesn't notice the way his senses are consumed by the scent of his cologne, the way his mind fogs up a little.) "No, I don't."
“Really?” Chan raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that why you look just about ready to start humping my damn leg?”
Felix scoffs. “Get over yourself, you’re not as hot as you think.” He turns to storm off into the haze of the club, far away from Chan — his sexy fucking body and the cockiness that makes Felix weak in the knees. He isn’t about to inflate the man’s ego any further, even if he happens to be right.
He’s pulled back by the elbow as he attempts to leave the bar, a shiver passing through him as Chan’s hot breath fans his ear. He can feel Chan’s firm chest against his back and all he wants to do is run his hands all over it. Please, gods, don’t let me get hard now. Yes, I may want him to ruin me completely, but that’s beside the point.
“D’you think I’m blind, little one?” says the voice in his ear now. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been staring at me ever since I got here, practically fuckin’ drooling all over yourself. You want my cock that badly, baby?”
Chan’s question comes out in a sweetly condescending tone that has Felix biting a whimper into his lip as he stubbornly shakes his head. Finding no words to retaliate with, he huffs defiantly, willing everything in him not to react when Chan’s hand slides down his side and stops at his hip. “S-Stop that.”
“Hm? But I’m not doing anything,” he chuckles softly, leaning down a little to mouth over his carotid. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re just falling apart. I have to say, it’s adorable that you’re this easy.”
“I am not fucking easy,” Felix snaps, yet he makes no effort to move. His back stays pressed to Chan’s chest as the older man lets the tip of his tongue ghost over his skin.
“I’m going to call a cab,” Chan murmurs in his ear, perfectly audible even with the club music blasting over their heads. “I’ll hold it for two minutes if you do not follow me out immediately. You get in that car, and you’re mine. I will use you as I see fit, and unless I hear safewords, you will take it.”
Felix nods wordlessly. He’s normally quick-witted and full of snarky comebacks, but it’s like that part of his brain is out of commission; instead he keeps his mouth shut, hyper-aware of Chan’s hands roaming his body and the gruffness of Chan’s voice as he marvels at how lithe and pliant he is. Felix is also very aware of the hardness pressing into his lower back, and his fingers itch for it where they lay clasped against his chest.
Felix really isn’t easy — or reckless, for that matter — so he blames his lust-addled brain when he follows Chan out of the club and into a cab without so much as a doubt. He blames it just the same as a whimper slips out when Chan grips his thigh possessively the moment they’re seated.
“Your safeword is arrow,” Chan says, facing forward with a casual air but still gripping him tightly. “If your mouth is full, you tap me three times. Got it?” Felix nods, then says yes just to make Chan proud. He doesn’t even know the man, yet he already feels a burning need to please him.
He keeps blaming that thick fog of lust when they arrive at Chan’s apartment and he presses the older man against the wall in a heated kiss — when he trails sloppy kisses down Chan’s neck while he struggles to get the key in the door.
Click.
The door swings open and their roles reverse in an instant, Chan pushing him up against it as soon as it’s closed behind them. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans, palming Chan through his pants. Chan doesn’t respond, but he smirks as he pins Felix’s arms above his head and pulls a breathy moan from him.
Felix allows himself to be pulled further into the apartment and towards the bedroom. Chan comes to a stop in the hallway and picks him up with ease, caging him against the wall with his body. He chuckles when Felix’s legs tighten around his waist, but doesn’t get a word out before Felix tugs his own shirt off, whining when Chan flicks teasingly at a perked nipple.
“Mmm. Needy little thing. All you had to do was ask and I’d have given it to you. No need to act like a little whore.”
“I’m not a… a— ohh…” His words trail off into a moan when Chan sucks on his earlobe, simultaneously working his pants down and kneading at the flesh of his ass. Every part of Felix’s body is alight with the fire that Chan’s touch leaves in its wake, white-hot and dizzyingly euphoric.
Felix keens and arches into the sensation when Chan takes a nipple into his mouth; he sucks harshly, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, and alternates between licking and sucking — occasionally catching it between his teeth and giving it an experimental tug. Chan doesn’t relent even when Felix tries to push him back by the shoulders, giving up a moment later with a choked sob. “Fuck… I— you can’t… please, Chan, please…”
Chan hums around his nipple, squeezing his ass with more vigor and relishing in the way Felix jolts in response. He pulls away, swooping in to teethe at his nipple one last time just to mess with him, then stands upright. “Please what? Use your words, pretty.”
“Wan’ it, please,” Felix begs. His hips buck up and he whines when his bulge presses against Chan’s stomach.
Chan’s gaze hardens. “I told you to use your words. Or are you not capable of following such simple instructions?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, I can,” Felix says hurriedly, desperation saturating his voice. “Can listen to Daddy, I…” Felix falls silent, and it dawns on him that a certain word came out more like a moan.
A look of amusement flits across Chan’s features before he growls, “So, tell me .”
Felix stumbles a little as he’s put back down, stabilising himself by gripping Chan’s biceps. “Wanna suck… ngh, wan’ suck your dick. Please, can I?”
Chan blinks, slightly taken aback by Felix’s politeness. It’s cute. “Go ahead, little one,” he nods, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.
Felix immediately drops to his knees, eyes hungry as he fumbles with Chan’s belt. There’s a moment of silence before his head is yanked back by his hair and he cries out, tears already beginning to fog his vision.
“When I give you what you ask for, you say thank you. No one teach you any manners?”
“No! No, they — they did, ‘m sorry. Thank you, ‘m sorry, Daddy, thankyou, thank you.”
Chan decides he’ll be a little nice and helps Felix undo his belt, which he keeps a hold of once it’s off, just in case.
“You call every man that fucks you Daddy?” he mocks, grip tightening in Felix’s hair. The younger whines and nods, refocusing his attention as he drags Chan’s boxers down over his erection.
It’s always a little funny to Chan, seeing people’s reactions when they first catch a glimpse of his sheer size, but there’s something intoxicating about Felix in particular. Chan watches as his eyes widen, tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. He looks up at Chan with a half-lidded gaze, lips parted. How is it possible that he already looks this fucked out?
“You… it’ll hurt,” Felix mumbles, his lips forming a pout.
“Maybe. But you’ll take it all so well for me and not complain. Are you gonna be good f’Daddy, pretty? Gonna take it all?” He waits for a firm nod from Felix before guiding his pretty little mouth to his waiting cock and filling it up in one swift move.
Felix barely has time to register what’s happening before the blunt head slams into the back of his throat. He gags, makes an attempt to move back, but Chan keeps him in place until his eyes water, throat constricting around Chan’s girth over and over again. It’s only when he begins to grow lightheaded that Chan pulls him off and he coughs, holding a protective hand to his throat.
“The slut has a gag reflex. That’s interesting,” Chan notes before sliding back into the heat of his mouth. Felix can feel him twitch and they both groan, his hands coming up around the back of Chan’s thighs. Chan keeps fucking into him, the younger man’s nails digging into the firm muscle with each hard thrust. His scalp burns with the intensity of Chan’s hold, competing for attention with the ache in his jaw — Felix truly wasn’t prepared for just how big he is.
He almost feels ashamed to be so aroused by the pain, his own cock throbbing desperately in his pants; achingly hard and leaking, ruining his clothes. He imagines Chan noticing, and realises he wants him to — whimpers at the thought of Chan’s devilish smirk as he inevitably makes the discovery. He stirs from these thoughts when Chan pulls all the way out with a grunt, only to slide back in before Felix can even take a proper breath.
Chan is relentless, cruel even, barely giving Felix a moment to recover before he’s fucking into his mouth again with an intensity that has Felix pushing at his thighs — to no avail, though, as it only spurs Chan on further and he grips Felix’s hair so hard that the younger brings a hand up to pull him off. He lets out a choked sob around Chan’s cock, tears painting mascara streaks down his flushed cheeks.
“Poor thing… hurts, doesn’t it?” Chan coos. “You’re okay, it’ll feel better soon. Daddy’s gonna take care of you, make you feel so good.” He tugs at Felix’s hair again, smirking as he continues the abuse of his throat.
Felix drops a hand down between his legs and gives in, the pain numbing his brain deliciously as he works his pants and underwear down just enough to wrap a hand around himself. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Chan who pushes in deep and slows his pace significantly which allows him to move a shoe-clad foot between Felix’s legs; he presses down, hard, biting back a laugh when Felix sobs around his cock and tries to pull him off. He’s so much weaker than Chan and every fruitless effort is slowly reducing his thoughts to near-nothingness.
“Touch yourself again without permission and I’ll leave you as you are. Do you understand?”
Felix nods quickly, moving his hand away.
Chan pulls out completely and tips Felix’s chin up so he’s looking directly at him. “I asked if you understand.”
“Yes, Daddy, understand,” Felix mumbles, wincing at the soreness in his throat.
“Good boy. Look at you, listen so well,” Chan lilts. “So perfect. And so pretty, too. Can’t wait to ruin you, baby,” He pulls Felix to his feet, picks him back up and moves them to the bedroom where Felix is thrown on the bed like a ragdoll.
Unmoving and waiting for Chan to act, he takes a second to look around. The first thing he notices is how many mirrors are placed around the room, including one attached to the ceiling. He lets out a shaky breath and feels cock twitch with interest, his fingers curling into the cotton sheets beneath him. The sound of Chan’s voice snaps him back to reality, and it’s soon followed by a handsome face close to his. Felix notes how puffy and pretty Chan’s lips are. He wants them on him, anywhere he can.
“Remember your safe word?”
Felix only blinks at him, puzzled. “What?”
Chan wraps a calloused hand around Felix’s throbbing cock, a corner of his lips crooking up when Felix whimpers from the touch. “Do you remember the safe word I gave you?”
Felix’s mind is blank. Why would he need the safe word right now? Chan is every wet dream of his personified; everything about his current position is what he’s spent so many lonely nights fantasising about. He’d happily let Chan break him, piece by piece, without a single complaint. “Don’t need it,” he whines, bucking up into Chan’s hand, “promise ‘m fine, just want you to touch me. Chan— Daddy, please, please just touch me. Don’t need safe word,”
He freezes, wide eyed, when Chan takes his chin in a tight grip.
“I’m glad you feel that way, baby, but it’s just a precaution. Repeat it for me.” Chan commands. There’s a hint of softness behind his hard tone.
“Arrow,” Felix whispers.
Chan nods. “Good job.”
Chan moves Felix’s hair out of his eye. He sits back up to take his shirt off, not doing anything for a moment except take in how Felix looks. His mascara is a mess thanks to the tears that streak his flushed cheeks, leaving him looking utterly ruined. His cock, hard and an angry red at the tip, leaks against his stomach. His hair is messy from how Chan had hold of it just moments ago, only adding to Felix’s fucked-out look.
Chan shuffles them so he’s sat behind Felix, tugging him closer until he’s leaning back against Chan’s chest, both facing the mirror in front of the bed.
“Just fucking look at you. So easy to ruin.” Chan runs a hand through Felix’s hair as he finds the lube with the other. He has no problem uncapping the bottle and one-handedly squeezing out a generous amount before swiping the viscous substance directly over Felix’s untouched hole. The cool temperature makes him jolt and whimper, unable to fully close his legs with the way Chan now holds them apart. “Gonna have so much fun with you, pretty thing.”
Chan gives no warning before sliding two fingers into Felix at once, the younger arching away with a sob. He’s held in place by a strong arm around his waist, Chan keeping him close and unable to move away from him. Felix’s cock leaks even more profusely, twitching pathetically against his stomach.
“Stop trying to run. We both know this is what you want. Fuck, just look at the way you’re sucking my fingers in,” Chan growls into his ear.
“Fuck, I do, I do! Oh, God— please, Daddy. More, wan’ more. More, please,” Felix cries, fucking himself down onto Chan’s fingers. He welcomes the burn of the stretch, intrusive and sudden and exactly what he needed this whole time.
“You sound so pretty begging like that,” Chan murmurs in his ear, but Felix shows no signs of acknowledging his words, far too gone as he clenches around Chan’s fingers with tears in his eyes, clawing at the sheets to find purchase. His limbs seize up when a finger brushes over his prostate, then relax again as he seemingly melts against Chan’s chest, putty in the older man’s hands; his to mould into the perfect toy.
Chan watches the two of them in the mirror, admires the way Felix’s body welcomes his intrusion, then takes him by the chin and guides him to look. “You see that? How easy you are f’me? Don’t even have to try, you’re just made for me,” Chan coos with a pleased chuckle.
A slap to his cheek is what gets Felix focusing again, and he takes in the sight in front of him. It's so unbelievably obscene seeing the way his legs are spread apart and his hole exposed to this man he barely knows but is so desperate for that it makes him dizzy. Felix’s hair — perfect at the start of the night — is truly a mess now, the memory of Chan pulling it seared into his brain. He lets his gaze travel; Chan’s fingers look too thick for his hole with the way the muscle is stretched around them. His throat feels dry as he wonders how much more it’ll burn when he’s being split open on his cock, and tears sting his eyes from the intensity of it all.
Chan’s eyes zero in on the little stream of precum dribbling from his slit and giggles behind him. “Aw. You're crying but you’re so hard it must hurt by now. Poor little thing. ‘S okay, Daddy’ll take care of you, yeah? Just gotta sit still and be good for me. Stay spread open for me just like that, little one.”
Chan pulls his fingers out abruptly, and the sudden loss makes a weak sob spill from Felix’s lips. He shakes his head, starting to tug at Chan’s hand to get him back. “No, no, no. Wan’ more. Daddy, more, please — fuck, wan’ it.”
Chan pays no heed to his begging, quickly rolling a condom on and moving to line himself up. Felix didn’t even notice him taking his pants off, and he’s babbling something about no condom, wanting to feel Chan, wanting to feel the burn, and cuts himself off with a breathy moan as Chan starts to push in.
And fuck, does it burn. The stretch is so deliciously painful that Felix sees stars as he closes his eyes, his hole clenching around Chan’s cock and making him groan. It may as well be his fist that he’s forcing in with the way Felix feels like he’s about to be split in two; he doesn’t think he’s ever taken dick this big — this thick. His vision starts to blur and he can barely take a breath in. “Hnnggh, ‘m… oh, oh, f-fuck. ‘s g’d, Daddy. Th’nkyou,” he slurs.
Chan watches him flinch when he threads their fingers together, can almost see the gears turning in Felix’s head as he tries to gauge the sensation before closing his fingers around Chan’s. “Good boy, already taking me so well. Barely even had to prep you. You're just a little painslut though, aren’t you?”
Felix nods absently as he tries to rock his hips down, desperate to feel Chan deeper inside him. He can practically feel him in his throat once Chan has bottomed out, and he giggles deliriously as his hand moves with a mind of its own to wrap around his own neglected cock. Chan instantly pries his hand away and delivers a quick slap to his cock. Felix gasps, the sting making fresh tears prick at his eyes. Another slap — three times, a fourth — and Chan only eases up when Felix’s fingernails start digging into his wrist.
“Hurts, hurts, Daddy— pl’se, no, s’so good,” he sobs, writhing against the bed and almost causing Chan to slip out.
Chan slams all the way back in before tightening his fist around Felix’s cock, tighter and tighter until he moans wantonly and tries to move away. Chan feels him twitch pathetically in his hold. “You’re so eager to act like a fucking brat, aren’t you? Can’t even listen to basic instructions. Didn’t I tell you not to touch? Hm?”
“Did, you did, ‘m sorry, Daddy,” Felix nods frantically, his chest heaving with each breath of air he attempts to take in.
Chan hums. He waits for Felix to calm down a little before drawing his hips back and leaving just the tip in for a moment, then sliding back in. It’s a slow pace — agonisingly so — and leaves Felix whining for more. He’s almost quiet as Chan continues to move, save for the sniffles and the occasional deep inhale, hands curling tightly into the sheets underneath him; they smell like Chan and it makes his head swim. His fingers grip them even harder when Chan eventually starts moving faster, each thrust deep enough to feel it in his throat. He’s lost in the way they send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine, his babbling growing increasingly nonsensical.
“Shut the fuck up and take it,” Chan grunts as he delivers a particularly hard thrust that has Felix trying to curl in on himself — only he’s held down by the vice grip Chan has on his thighs, fingers pressing hard enough to leave prominent bruises. “You’re taking me so well, taking Daddy’s cock like such a good little slut. Daddy’s perfect slut, yeah?”
“Yes. Yes, yours, ‘m yours. Daddy’s slut,” Felix parrots.
Each thrust comes as hard as the last, hitting Felix’s prostate dead on and punching staccato moans out of him, rendering him incoherent. His cock slaps against his bulging stomach with every movement, smearing precum over his pretty tan skin and leaving him looking impossibly prettier than before.
Chan leans in, not letting his pace up even for a second, until his mouth is right by Felix’s ear. “Look up, little one,” he instructs. When Felix doesn’t comply, Chan takes a hold of his jaw, squeezing until Felix looks up to meet the gaze of his own reflection. “See how your stomach is bulging? Deep enough to fuck a baby into you, yeah?”
Felix nods, clenching around his cock and moaning needily.
“You want Daddy to fuck a baby into you? Gonna fuck you over and over, make sure you’re always full of cum, gonna make sure it takes. Can never get rid of me that way,” Chan chuckles darkly, making sure Felix can watch the way his belly bulges with each thrust.
“Wan’ it,” he moans, nodding again. “Want it so bad. Want Daddy’s baby.” Chan presses a hand to his stomach and Felix cries out, slapping at his hand. “Hurts. Daddy, Daddy, please, it hurts.”
“Oh, it hurts? I’m sorry, little one,” Chan coos, his tone patronising as he angles his hips and goes as deep as he can. It’s overriding Felix’s senses, everything else around him muted and unimportant. He wants more — more pain, wants to feel it for days. He wants more of this, of Chan. “You remember the safe word?” Chan asks.
Felix nods, flinching with a gasp when Chan twists at his nipple. “Ar… arrow.”
“Good. Need to use it?”
“N-No. ‘m good. Don’t need to.”
Chan nods, driving his cock in until Felix spasms around him.
“Stop. Please, Daddy, hurts. Stop — nngh, st-stop. Stop, I’m gonna cum. Don’t wanna, not yet.”
“Why would I stop when I have the perfect toy right here, all for me to use as I please?” Chan lilts, smirking. He cocks his head. “You clearly don’t want me to stop, either. Look at you, leaking all over yourself like a little bitch in heat. Tryna fuck yourself on my cock, gripping me so nice and tight.” He leans in and places a kiss on Felix’s cheek, the younger catching a fond smile tugging on his lips when he giggles deliriously at the adorable action. “I know you said please and it does make Daddy happy when you’re polite, but I decide when you cum. Got it?
Felix is paying no attention to his words now — still mumbling stop over and over whilst grinding down on Chan, who urges him on with two firm hands on his hips.
“So eager. Dogs are eager too, you know that? You a dog? Gonna start rutting that useless little cock against my leg next?” Chan finds it incredibly amusing, the way Felix nods in response to everything he’s saying regardless of whether he’s listening or not. “I don’t think you even know what I’m saying. You’re just so eager to be good f’me, aren’t you? Go on, then. You know what to do.”
Felix blinks, stops moving. “Wh… what?”
“You heard me.”
Chan snaps his hips once, punching a moan out of him.
“Fuck… I don’t, hah, don’t know what to—I don’t.” Chan’s rough hand wraps around his cock again, squeezes twice. “D-Don’t, I’m gonna… Daddy, ‘m close. Please, I—”
“You’ll cum when I let you. And I’ll only let you once you do what you’re supposed to do.” Chan moves his hand away again, looking expectantly at Felix in the mirror.
Several minutes go by of Chan languidly rolling his hips and purposefully missing his prostate, leaving him whiny and desperate. Finally, Felix takes a steadying hold of Chan’s biceps and flips himself over so he’s straddling him. Chan’s cock slips out in the process and Felix lines him up again with a trembling hand, biting his bottom lip as he tries to focus his clouded mind.
Underneath him, Chan smirks; this isn’t necessarily what he meant, but he’s more than happy with the development. (Hell, he didn’t even have anything specific in mind when he was telling Felix that he knew what to do.)
“‘s too big. Won’t fit,” Felix whimpers when the head of Chan’s cock nudges against his rim, his hole still gaping and spasming around nothing.
Chan has to look away, the sight of it alone pushing him closer to the edge. “It will. We’ll make it fit,” he says reassuringly, pushing back into Felix in one go. He keeps his hands on Felix’s hips so he can’t move off, pulling down until their bodies are pressed against each other. “See?”
Felix doesn’t answer the question, babbling as he stabilises himself with his hands on Chan’s stomach. “No, I… fuck, too much. ‘s too much, oh God. Fuck, you’re so deep.” The angle has Chan pressing into him in a way that makes his brain short circuit. He stills completely, subconsciously running his fingers over Chan’s abs.
“But you’ll be good and take it like I told you to.” Chan lifts a hand to wrap it around Felix’s throat, and he chuckles when it makes him moan. “What’s it take to keep a little bitch like you in line, huh?” His hand tightens, Felix’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“Don… I don’t — can be good,” he whimpers. One of his own hands rests over the one Chan has wrapped around his neck, and Chan isn’t sure whether he’s aware of the way he’s pressing down slightly.
Chan puts his hands behind his head. “Move,” he says, feigning indifference and looking almost bored.
Felix can’t have that. He starts bouncing himself on Chan’s cock, tears streaking his cheeks with every jab to his prostate; it’s driving him crazy, so intense that he almost wants to stop, but he can’t. Not now, not when it’s Chan. He might never have this opportunity again and he’d be a fucking fool to waste it.
His thighs burn with the exertion, his hands trembling on Chan’s chest, but he continues, so close now that he can barely muster up a thought. It’s when Chan rubs his palm over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum all over his hand and shirt, that Felix finally lets go. He slumps forward against Chan’s chest, spilling between their bodies and onto Chan’s stomach, convulsing and trembling as he sobs. Through the cotton in his ears, he’s vaguely aware of Chan laughing, and he feels two arms wrap around him before Chan starts drilling into him at full speed, the bed shaking from the sheer force of his thrusts.
“Should — should punish you,” Chan grunts. “Fucking cockhungry slut, can’t even wait for permission. Only right to punish you for it. Don’t you agree, little one?” Chan pulls Felix’s head back by the hair, watching him cry out in pain as drool runs down his chin and lands on his chest. He looks ruined.
“Sorry, ‘m sorry, pl… Daddy, please, ‘m sorry! Didn’t mean to, I didn’t,” he cries, though his sobs are bordering on moans. “Fuckfuckfuck, there — God, yes, r’there, Daddy, oh…”
“So fucking good for me, baby. M… you’re makin’ Daddy feel s-so fucking good,” Chan manages through a gasp that almost sounds like a whimper. He sounds so affected by it — by how good it feels — so different to the calm and collected demeanour he’s upheld until now, that Felix can’t help but desperately fist at his cock to try and draw out his orgasm. The knowledge that he’s the one making Chan feel like this is too much for him, and so so good.
“Doing g-good, Daddy? ‘m making you feel good?” he sobs. Stars explode behind his eyelids when Chan drives his cock against his prostate, forcing Felix to stay in place with a vice grip on his hips.
“So good, baby. Fu… fucking amazing. You look so pretty when you cry,” Chan groans into his shoulder before he, too, reaches his climax. He keeps fucking into Felix as he rides out his orgasm, now pushing him into overstimulation where he’s thrashing and whining in Chan’s hold.
He’s still thrusting shallowly into Felix as he comes down, a hand stroking through blonde hair, lips against his temple where he can feel Felix’s racing heartbeat. Felix is crying properly now, but Chan doesn’t mind the wet feeling on his shoulder, just holds him tightly in an attempt to ground him.
“You’re okay, little one. You’re alright, did so good for me. Well done, pretty,” Chan whispers. He’s so gone for Felix it’s crazy.
“Didgood, Daddy?” Felix slurs against his shoulder.
Chan can’t help but smile fondly. “You did amazing, sweet boy.” He tilts Felix’s head back a little and places a long kiss on his forehead, his hands smoothing down Felix’s sides a pacifying sensation.”These are good tears, yeah? Just having big feelings?”
Felix nods with a yawn. “Mh. Feel good. Just intense.”
Chan smiles, kissing his temple. “I get that, pretty. Need some water?”
Felix nods against him, reaching a hand up to stroke Chan’s hair, too.
Once water bottles have been acquired, Chan carries him into the bathroom and draws him a bath; he tries to ignore Felix’s eyes on him from where he’s sitting on the counter, busying himself with checking the temperature of the water.
Chan looks up with a smirk after he’s done. “So. Still don’t want me?”
“Shut up,” Felix scoffs, but once he’s been lowered into the bath, he wraps his arms around Chan’s neck and urges him to get in. And who is Chan to say no?