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“Can I ask you something?” Felix asks. He’s in Hyunjin’s dorm room, sitting on his bed, anxiously toying with the duvet and staring as Hyunjin puts all of his earrings in across the room. They’re already more than late to the party that all of their friends are at, neither of them particularly interested in showing up on time, typical. Felix doesn’t even really care about the party at all. He would much rather stare at Hyunjin for the rest of the night.
“Just did,” Hyunjin points out. Felix rolls his eyes. Hyunjin’s eyes shift in the mirror to look directly at him and Felix feels his face heat up. “What is it?” Hyunjin asks.
Felix is terribly anxious. He’s so anxious that he considered asking Seungmin for a Xanax but he couldn’t even figure out if Seungmin was on campus yet. He very likely has no reason to even be anxious, what with Hyunjin’s behavior towards him earlier when he first got to campus — fawning over him and calling him pretty and talking about how much he missed him — and the text messages they exchanged over the entirety of summer break, but something about actually talking about it has Felix’s stomach twisted into knots.
He waits far too long to say anything and Hyunjin is actually staring at him now, leaning against his dresser with his hands on the edge of it. Felix opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. “Do you like me?” he asks.
It sounds stupid. Felix is very aware that it sounds stupid, and his stomach hurts even worse now. Hyunjin huffs out a laugh and ducks his head, looking at his feet. “Do I like you?” he asks, like he can’t even believe Felix would ask that question, then looks back up.
Felix squeezes his eyes shut. He wants to run away, honestly, but his body is frozen in place. Hyunjin has always managed to have this effect on him: turning him into a flustered mess with one look, no matter the situation. “I’m sorry, that was stupid,” he says, shaking his head.
“Of course I like you,” Hyunjin says. Felix’s eyes fly open, wide and incredulous, gaze boring into Hyunjin’s face. He’s grinning, arms crossed over his chest. “Do you like me, Felix?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Felix answers hurriedly, like it was punched out of him. Hyunjin’s answer has his confidence building back up already, his nervous system readjusting to its usual comfort around his best friend, which has Felix following up with, “So much.”
Still, his body is dramatically unprepared for Hyunjin to start walking over to him. Felix swallows dryly as Hyunjin stands in front of the bed, his eyes blinking rapidly in surprise when Hyunjin plants his palms down on either side of Felix’s crossed legs. He’s leaning over like this, face inches away from Felix’s, still grinning his stupid grin. “What are you gonna do about it, then?” Hyunjin asks, quiet, taunting.
There are too many options, suddenly, and Felix feels overwhelmed. Hyunjin’s gaze is heavy on his, waiting for permission. Felix puts his hands behind himself on the bed, pushing his body backwards, stretching his legs out with the motion to use his feet for leverage. Hyunjin, telepathic, follows him, gets his knees onto the bed and crawls over Felix until he’s actually hovering over him. Felix drops his head to the pillow and Hyunjin surprises him by pressing down into his personal space, one elbow beside Felix’s shoulder propping himself up, one hand pushing a lock of hair out of Felix’s face.
His face is so close, unbelievably close. “Do you still like me?” Hyunjin asks, his gaze fixed on Felix’s lips, how they’re just slightly parted in surprise.
“Please,” Felix whispers, the only word he can think of.
Kissing Hyunjin is everything Felix had hoped it would be and more. The first press of their lips together is soft, tender, Hyunjin taking control right away to ease Felix into it. Felix’s hands fly up instinctively to rest on either side of Hyunjin’s neck as Hyunjin kisses him harder, desperation kicking into overdrive when Felix makes a small, needy noise in the back of his throat. Suddenly, before Felix can even realize what’s happening, the past two years’ worth of forced-down feelings and sexual tension start bleeding into it, Hyunjin’s tongue slipping past Felix’s lips and knocking cool metal against his teeth.
Right. Hyunjin got his tongue pierced over the summer. Felix remembers the photo he put on Instagram, his tongue swollen and dripping blood down his chin. Here, feeling it in his mouth like this, Felix can hear the blood soaring through his veins, his mind overwhelmingly foggy with needneedneed. He gently prods the tip of his tongue against the metal ball, flush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks when Hyunjin stops moving to let him feel it.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Felix gets worked up over it. He breaks their kiss, panting, turning his head to the side to avoid Hyunjin’s attempt for his lips again. Hyunjin presses his mouth to the spot below Felix’s earlobe instead, hot and wet kisses trailing down the side of his neck, making Felix shiver. “Am I the first one to kiss you with that?” Felix asks, a question he isn’t really sure he wants to know the answer to.
Hyunjin’s lips graze over his ear, then, grinning again. “I got it just for you,” he whispers, low and erotic. Felix exhales shakily. “Do you want to see the other one I got for you?” Hyunjin asks.
How stupid, Felix thinks, that Hyunjin can turn him into a puddle of sheer horniness and submission within minutes. Maybe it’s just from spending another disappointing summer with Chan in Australia that Felix feels ready to burst before Hyunjin has even touched him. And Hyunjin is chronically full of shit, really, all of his excessive flirting and teasing, so Felix can’t even be sure if he’s just making pillowtalk or not. Regardless, this is the first time Felix has heard anything about another piercing, and he’s more than ready to see it, if it is really what he’s assuming it is.
“You don’t believe me,” Hyunjin mumbles against Felix’s jaw after the short silence, and Felix breathes out a laugh. “I told you I missed you, didn’t I?”
He did. Felix turns his head, forcing Hyunjin to hover over him again, that stupid, cocky look chronically on his face. It’s hard looking at him now that Felix knows exactly what his lips feel like, but it was honestly hard looking at him before that, too. “How long would it have taken you to say something?” Felix asks, then chews nervously on his bottom lip, noticing the way Hyunjin’s gaze flickers downward with it.
Hyunjin sits back on his heels, then, creating far too much distance between his face and Felix’s. His hands meet Felix’s hips, then slide down slowly to his thighs, fingers wrapping around him and squeezing gently. “I’ve been waiting for Chaeyoung to win the bet,” Hyunjin answers.
Felix blinks. “What?”
Despite his genuine confusion, Hyunjin’s smirk and breathy laugh have heat pooling low in Felix’s gut. “There’s been a bet since Freshman year,” Hyunjin explains, and his rings look pornographic against Felix’s ripped blue jeans, and a glance down at them has Felix suddenly very disinterested in the rest of this conversation. “Chaeyoung technically doesn’t win for another few weeks, but…” He trails off, dragging his hands across Felix’s thighs and pressing his fingertips to bare skin, tucked underneath the rips in Felix’s jeans.
Felix blinks again, desperately trying to gather his thoughts. Before he succeeds, though, Hyunjin is ducking down to press his lips against the bare skin surrounding his fingers. “You’re such an asshole,” is all Felix manages, which has Hyunjin laughing again, his mouth an extremely unreasonable distance from where Felix really wants it to be. Truthfully, he doesn’t even know where he actually wants Hyunjin’s mouth to be, just wants it to be everywhere all at once without ever stopping in an endless utopia of Hyunjin, finally.
Hyunjin looks up at Felix through his eyelashes, then, making Felix’s breath catch in his throat. Hyunjin holds his gaze as he moves his hands upward, pushing Felix’s shirt up his stomach and immediately getting his lips on more bare skin, on the soft hair trailing downward from Felix’s navel. Fingertips dance at his sides, making Felix huff from sensitivity. All of the gentle touches have Felix squirming already, the duvet rustling underneath him as he grabs at it pathetically.
Before Felix can register the movement, his mind foggy with unabashed desire, Hyunjin is forcing himself upward to kiss him again. A noise of surprise is punched out of Felix’s throat when a knee, firm and purposeful, presses against his groin, a noise Hyunjin happily swallows, the metal of his tongue piercing pushing past Felix’s teeth as he licks into his mouth. Felix forces his hands underneath Hyunjin’s shirt and up his back, fingernails digging into sunkissed skin to hold him even closer as Hyunjin winds his own arms around Felix’s midsection to press their bodies together.
They’ve been this close before, technically, dancing at parties together, using each other as bait to attract different guys they wanted to hook up with. Felix could always feel the bass pumping sheer lust in every part of his body, could practically taste Hyunjin’s sweat as he tucked his damp face into the crook of Felix’s neck and rolled his hips forward, gripping Felix like he would dissolve into thin air if he dared to let go. Then, drunk enough to push down their unresolved feelings, they would disappear into different dorm rooms with different guys, pointedly avoiding conversation about their behavior the following day.
Now, like this, Felix can’t believe they ever slept with other people at all. Thinking about it pulls him out of reality, irritation nagging him, and he breaks their kiss weakly to let Hyunjin’s lips fall against his cheek instead. Hyunjin tilts his head, chasing him, but Felix makes a noise of disapproval. “Don’t stop kissing me,” Hyunjin whispers, and he likely doesn’t mean for it to come out as pleading but it definitely does, making Felix’s cock twitch in interest.
“I’m mad now,” Felix says despite this, moving one of his hands to Hyunjin’s shoulder and forcing him upward. Hyunjin’s face contorts in confusion, his hands fumbling to let go of Felix and press against the mattress so he can hover over Felix once again. Felix blinks up at him. “You fucked so many people before you fucked me,” he says.
Hyunjin’s mouth opens then quickly closes, like he can’t come up with what to say. They stare at each other like that for a moment, Felix’s heart pounding in his ears. The anxiety begins to creep back in, regret threatening to take over. Finally, Hyunjin’s tongue darts out to wet his lips before he says, “I can’t lose you.”
“What?” Felix asks in disbelief, nearly infuriated enough to push Hyunjin away completely. This, though more intense now, has always been a facet of their friendship: the push-and-pull, completely driven by Felix’s mood swings. Hyunjin takes it in stride, because of course he does.
Hyunjin straightens up, then swings his legs over Felix’s to settle down on his back on the bed beside him. He’s staring at the side of Felix’s face as Felix blinks at the ceiling. “I’m supposed to just give you up every holiday break?” Hyunjin asks, and then he’s rambling, “Do you know how hard it is to do it now, as friends? Do you know how badly I fucking miss you when you’re gone? Fuck, Felix, what if we break up and can never talk to each other again? What am I supposed to do after we graduate?”
Felix squeezes his eyes shut. “Shut up,” he says, his voice coming out much more shaky than he wants it to. Hyunjin, thankfully, obliges, propping himself up on an elbow to lean over Felix and kiss his temple. “You’re so annoying,” Felix adds, because he can’t think of another response.
No matter how theatrical Felix gets, Hyunjin is always so gentle with him, all soothing words and tender caresses. Felix knows that, realistically, dating would mean he’d have to make a real attempt at regulating his own emotions rather than running straight to Hyunjin for comfort, but that feels like such a foreign concept to him. He rolls his eyes aimlessly as he turns his head to meet Hyunjin’s gaze.
Hyunjin smiles, unfazed. “I really did miss you,” he says.
Felix, already over it, kisses him. Hyunjin gets his arms around Felix’s midsection again, dragging him onto his side and pulling him close, slotting one knee between his legs. The returned pressure against Felix’s groin has electricity shooting up his spine, lighting up his entire nervous system. His tongue slips into Hyunjin’s mouth, searches eagerly for the taste of metal. Hyunjin tastes familiar already, as if Felix has been kissing him like this the entire time they’ve known each other, as if they’ve never separated even once. It’s delightful and terrifying.
The longer they stay like that — bodies pressed together everywhere, Hyunjin’s fingers under Felix’s shirt, one of Felix’s hands in Hyunjin’s back pocket — the more obvious it becomes to Felix that Hyunjin is too focused on being as close as possible to even get their clothes off. The moment he attempts to pry himself out of Hyunjin’s vice grip, Hyunjin is whining complaints against Felix’s lips, forcing himself impossibly closer until his thigh is pushing relentless pressure against Felix’s hardening cock, swallowing Felix’s breathy moan.
“Naked,” Felix attempts to say against Hyunjin’s lips, uncertain if it even sounds like a word at all to Hyunjin. Hyunjin, whether purposeful or not, ignores it completely in favor of rolling himself onto his back and dragging Felix with him, Felix’s knees fumbling to meet the mattress on either side of Hyunjin’s hips. The new position allows Felix the room to push himself upward, breaking their kiss despite Hyunjin’s throaty noises of disapproval. “Get naked, Jin,” Felix finally says.
Hyunjin nods dumbly at that, trying to catch his breath as Felix sits back on his heels to grab at the collar of his shirt and tug it over his head. Felix pushes his hands underneath Hyunjin’s shirt, chewing on his bottom lip to stifle his grin when Hyunjin struggles to push himself away from the mattress and get his shirt off. “Don’t laugh at me,” Hyunjin mumbles when he finally tosses his shirt across the room.
“I’m not,” Felix responds, except for the fact that he is definitely laughing, a giggle bubbling out of his throat and exposing his lie when Hyunjin starts to struggle with his belt.
It’s just that Hyunjin is so confident, cocky, so fuck-and-go, except for right now. Right now, underneath Felix, Hyunjin is visibly struggling to maintain his image of nonchalance, his hands shaking with pure adrenaline and excitement as Felix unzips his own jeans. Part of Felix wants to see just how desperate Hyunjin can get, wonders if he’ll cry and beg for it if Felix pushes him hard enough. The other part of Felix wants to get this over with as quickly as possible, just to finally know what it feels like, so they can move on to more exciting things.
More exciting things, like the pocketknife Hyunjin keeps tucked in his jeans. That image — of Hyunjin dragging a blade down Felix’s chest, making him shiver in sensitivity — reminds Felix suddenly of a much more pressing matter.
Hyunjin’s skin-tight jeans are nearly impossible to get off but Felix manages, effectively pulling his socks off in the process. Then, finally, Hyunjin’s fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, and Felix stares with his mouth agape as a barbell is revealed with Hyunjin’s quick tug of them down his thighs. “Oh my God,” Felix says dumbly, fumbling to help Hyunjin pull his boxers off completely, ignoring the fact that he’s still in his own jeans because Hyunjin’s fucking dick actually is pierced.
Hyunjin, though, is far less willing to ignore how clothed Felix still is, his hands desperately pushing fabric down Felix’s thighs. Felix stares the entire time he’s getting the rest of his clothes off, nearly toppling over onto the bed in his struggle. “Fee,” Hyunjin says, breathy and urgent, reaching for Felix’s waist to pull him back down to his chest and kiss him again.
“Wanna touch it,” Felix manages between kisses, trying to pull away in an attempt to look down again. Hyunjin is too quick, one hand pressing down on the small of Felix’s back and the other snaking between their bodies to wrap around both of their cocks when Felix’s finally pushes against his. Felix moans, loud, at the feeling of Hyunjin’s cock, heavy and thick, against his own. The metal of Hyunjin’s rings combined with the cool graze of the barbell against the head of Felix’s cock has him shivering immediately, his head falling weakly onto Hyunjin’s shoulder as he thrusts forward pathetically.
Hyunjin is relentless, his breathing unsteady as he desperately jerks himself and Felix off. Felix can imagine that, whether or not Hyunjin actually was waiting for him, it’s been an awfully long time since Hyunjin has had any sort of sexual contact with another person simply because of the piercing. So when he digs his fingernails into Felix’s back and comes just like that, his cock pulsing against Felix’s and spilling all over both of them, Felix doesn’t falter.
In fact, it has Felix even hornier hearing Hyunjin fall apart underneath him. Hyunjin, despite his reputation on campus as a great fuck, couldn’t even wait until Felix got his mouth on his cock, just came all over himself in a great show of humiliation. “Fuck, Felix,” Hyunjin breathes out, his come-covered fingers lazily stroking Felix’s cock alone now.
Felix tilts his head to press his lips to the skin underneath Hyunjin’s earlobe, his hips still canting forward with each jerk of Hyunjin’s wrist. “That was pathetic, Jin,” he whispers, teasing, sounding close to the edge himself.
Hyunjin laughs his agreement, seemingly uncaring, his chest vibrating underneath Felix. “I just like you so fucking much,” he says, and Felix’s eyes roll back as he finishes.
They’re a mess, really, covered in come already even though the buildup teased much more than just frotting and a handjob. Felix falls forward carelessly into the mess on Hyunjin’s stomach, and the room is silent besides their breathing for what feels like too long. “We are not going to the party,” Hyunjin finally says, and Felix bites back a grin.
“Why not?” he asks knowingly, struggling to get one hand on the mattress and lift himself up. Hyunjin’s face is flushed, his gaze finding Felix’s lips immediately. “You clearly don’t take that long,” Felix says, “there’s still plenty of time.”
A gasp is forced out of his lungs when Hyunjin grabs his waist and manhandles him down onto the bed, dark hair brushing against his cheeks when Hyunjin hovers over him. “You’ll be lucky if I even let you leave this room tomorrow,” Hyunjin says, and then lips are on Felix’s again.
They do have a lot of lost time to make up for. Plus, Felix wants to get his mouth on that piercing, like, now. His cock twitches in renewed interest when Hyunjin gets his hands on his thighs, dirtied rings pushing into soft skin. Felix’s hands fly up to card fingers through Hyunjin’s hair, so much longer now than it was before summer break, the temptation to tug soaring through Felix’s veins. He gives in, pulling Hyunjin’s head back by his roots, relishing the delicious gasp he earns in response as he ducks his head to kiss Hyunjin’s throat.
“Let me suck your dick,” Felix says, then sinks his teeth into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck.
It’s unclear now whether or not Hyunjin is actually dominant in bed. Felix typically isn’t, not even a little bit, but something about having Hyunjin like this is so good, too good to pass up on. He’s panting and grabbing at the sheets as soon as his back hits the bed, and the moment Felix’s wet lips press to his chest, his cock starts to fill up again, red and sensitive and perfect for Felix to get his tongue on.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Hyunjin says, and there it is, that casual dominance Felix was expecting from him. His hands fall to either side of Felix’s face, tucking long blonde hair behind his ears, then guide him downward until Felix is staring directly at the barbell pierced through Hyunjin’s flushed skin. “Just as pretty as I’d expected,” Hyunjin adds, which makes Felix’s heart flutter in his chest.
The initial drag of his tongue over the underside of Hyunjin’s cock has Hyunjin cursing under his breath, his hands tightening their grip on Felix’s head. Felix looks up through long eyelashes, unblinking, as he licks gently at the piercing, watching Hyunjin’s eyes roll back in unabashed pleasure. Each flick of his tongue over the metal has Hyunjin writhing, his head tilted back against the pillows, fingers carding through Felix’s hair. “You’re so sensitive,” Felix says, then drops his elbows to the bed on either side of Hyunjin’s hips to get more comfortable, fully prepared to be in this position for a while.
Hyunjin twitches in surprise when Felix’s hands fall lazily to his stomach, and he lifts his head to squint down at him. “Way to state the obvious,” he says, and he sounds rather wrecked already, his voice low and breathy and so Hyunjin that it forces Felix to stifle a pathetic whine. “How many times do I have to tell you that I fucking missed you?” Hyunjin asks, and then his hands are forcing Felix even closer, until wet lips are pressed to the tip of his cock.
Felix would roll his eyes and say something snippy back, he really would, but the look in Hyunjin’s eyes has turned into something crazed and hungry that actually has Felix wanting to behave now. He lets Hyunjin pull him down onto his cock, metal grazing over Felix’s tongue as he sinks down, lower and lower until his entire mouth and throat are completely full of Hyunjin and it feels just as fucking incredible as Felix had always hoped it would, being so full of his best friend that all he can do is drool around his thick cock.
“So fucking good,” Hyunjin says, and his voice breaks on a groan when Felix manages to force his tongue past his lips to lick at the base of Hyunjin’s cock where his mouth can’t quite reach, his throat too stuffed already. “You’re insane, Fee, fuck, that’s it.”
His grip tightens, then, his hands pulling Felix upward just a little before pulling him back down, shoving his cock even deeper, making Felix gag. The obscene sound Hyunjin makes has Felix letting go of control completely, his head limp on his neck as Hyunjin guides him up and down on his cock, Felix’s eyes watering with every forceful push into his throat. It’s beyond hot, the way Hyunjin is basically using his mouth like a fleshlight, completely ignorant to the way Felix’s own cock is stiff and aching and leaking already without having been touched at all since his first orgasm.
In one rushed motion, Hyunjin pulls Felix’s head down until his nose is nestled in the dark hair at the base of his cock, Felix’s throat fluttering as he gags violently around the intrusion. “That’s it,” Hyunjin says again, rolling his hips upward, and it has Felix lurching, his head involuntarily pulling back until Hyunjin’s cock slips out of his mouth and then he’s coughing up spit all over himself, drooling down his chin and onto Hyunjin.
“Sorry,” Felix coughs out, wetness flying out with it, and one of Hyunjin’s hands moves to cup the side of his face and wipe the spit away from his chin. Felix clears his throat, coughs again, blinks the tears away from his eyes before he looks up at Hyunjin. “Let me try again,” he says weakly.
Hyunjin, grinning, taps his cheek twice, allowing the carnal desire of a real smack to pool in Felix’s gut. “Lie down,” he says.
Felix, on his stomach, arms crossed underneath the pillow his head is resting on, watches Hyunjin climb off of the bed and cross the room to rummage through the duffel bag sitting on his desk chair. They made a decent dent in unpacking all of his things this morning, but it’s clear that Hyunjin was drastically underprepared for this to happen tonight, which sends a jolt of excitement through Felix’s body. “I’m so excited,” he says aimlessly, giddy with the realization that he’s finally sleeping with the person he’s had a crush on for two years, which earns a huff of laughter from Hyunjin as he returns to the bed with a bottle of lube.
“You’re so cute,” Hyunjin says, settling on his knees between Felix’s legs. Then, before Felix can respond, Hyunjin is grabbing his hips and tugging him backward, forcing Felix to push his knees into the mattress for leverage as Hyunjin gets his ass in the air. “You’re so cute, Fee,” Hyunjin murmurs, and then his tongue is smooth and wet over Felix’s rim.
Felix gasps, pushing his forehead into the pillow as his back arches with the sensation. Hyunjin licks him slowly, like he’s purposefully being too careful, thumbs on Felix’s cheeks to keep them spread apart for him. Felix exhales shakily, his fingers grabbing desperately at the sheets. He wants to whine and beg for it harder, deeper, but as soon as he opens his mouth to say something, Hyunjin is grabbing two handfuls of his ass and forcing his tongue past Felix’s rim.
Felix feels dizzy with it right away, the metal of Hyunjin’s tongue piercing pressing cool against his rim as Hyunjin fucks him with the tip of his tongue. Every thought in Felix’s head dissolves into nothingness, his incessant babbling of jinjinjin muffled by the pillow underneath his head. Hyunjin, clearly amused by his sudden descent into desperation, reaches a hand around to brush his fingers against Felix’s cock, a motion that has Felix trembling and coming with a choked sob immediately.
His cock pulses helplessly as it spurts onto the bed underneath him, Hyunjin pulled back and cooing as he eases the last of Felix’s come out with his thumb and index finger. He wastes no time at all, doesn’t even say anything, and Felix whimpers as he hears the bottle of lube flick open. “Now who’s pathetic?” Hyunjin asks, pressing a slick fingertip to Felix’s sensitive rim.
Felix would gladly be pathetic for Hyunjin for the rest of his life. He slumps down onto the bed, directly into his own come, Hyunjin’s hand following him. Felix is still trying to catch his breath when Hyunjin’s finger pushes inside, slow, a welcome intrusion that has Felix melting into submission against the sheets.
One thing about Felix that Hyunjin doesn’t know yet is that he loves being full, can’t get enough of it, is constantly tortured by having a roommate on campus and has to stuff a plug inside himself in the shower when there’s no time for him to actually fuck himself, or nobody around to fuck him. Hyunjin, for better or for worse, has managed to secure a single room every year since they were Freshmen, and Felix has a solid feeling that they’re going to get a lot of use out of it this semester. He feels bad already for the people living on either side of Hyunjin’s room, honestly, because the moment Hyunjin’s finger is pushed deep enough inside for his ring to press against the rim, Felix is a loud and desperate mess.
Hyunjin presses his other hand to the small of Felix’s back when he gets a second finger inside, but Felix is still writhing, his hips rolling forward against the bed as his cock, terribly sensitive, threatens to start filling up again. As soon as Hyunjin crooks his fingers just right to rub over Felix’s prostate, he’s leaning over Felix to talk to him.
“You like this so much, don’t you?” Hyunjin asks, and Felix doesn’t have to turn his head to see the grin on his face, can hear it loud and clear, “You love being full of my fingers. I bet you imagine it’s me when you’re fucking yourself, all desperate to have me inside. I bet you even imagine it’s me when you let other people bend you over and fuck you.” He’s relentless, fucking Felix hard and deep with his fingers, endless pressure on his prostate filling the room with needy whines. “You do, don’t you? You think about me when you let Chan fuck you?”
Felix can feel tears welling up in his eyes, his mind so fuzzy with the sudden overwhelming need for Hyunjin’s cock that he can barely think of a response. “Yeah, yeah,” he manages, sounding so close to crying that it makes Hyunjin ease up a little bit, his lips littering Felix’s shoulder with tender kisses as he rubs slow circles against his prostate. Felix is fully hard again now, his cock sore against the sheets. “I want you, Jin,” Felix sobs, his body trembling as Hyunjin slowly pulls his fingers out.
“You have me, baby,” Hyunjin whispers against Felix’s freckled skin, his hands trailing down Felix’s back in an attempt to soothe him. Felix whines more as Hyunjin shifts on the bed to help him roll over, their lips meeting eagerly as soon as Felix is on his back.
Everything is completely overstimulating, really, after two back-to-back orgasms, and Felix’s entire body feels weak already, but he refuses to let the night end without Hyunjin inside of him. He lies pliant as Hyunjin licks into his mouth, one hand blindly finding his knee to push it back against his chest. Felix, at a loss for what else to do with himself, whines even more when Hyunjin breaks their kiss to reach for the bottle of lube again.
“Hold this for me,” Hyunjin says, tapping one finger on Felix’s knee, and Felix obeys easily, reaching under his thigh to hold it in place so Hyunjin can slick his cock up with lube. The metal of his piercing glistens with each stroke of his hand and Felix can feel that giddy excitement building up in his chest again. He brings his other knee up and holds it to his chest, opening himself up completely for Hyunjin.
The seconds before Hyunjin pushes inside are brutal, the hand not steadying his cock against Felix’s rim falling firmly to the bed to allow him the leverage to hover over Felix. Neither of them say anything, but Hyunjin’s gaze is so heavy on Felix’s, so intense that it sends shivers down Felix’s spine, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his thighs as Hyunjin begins to press into him.
The initial push is slow, loving, like Hyunjin wants to savor the moment, their first time together something so intimate and beautiful. Then, with a flash of something indescribable behind his eyes, he thrusts his hips forward and manages to slide most of his cock into Felix in one motion. It has Felix dropping his feet to the bed and grabbing at Hyunjin’s biceps immediately, a gasp punched out of his lungs with the way he’s suddenly so full so fast.
Hyunjin’s other hand on the bed now, Felix can feel his muscles flexing underneath his grip. “Perfect,” Hyunjin says simply, then thrusts deeper into Felix, bottoming out right away.
It is perfect, actually, Felix can’t disagree with that. He feels euphoric, Hyunjin’s thick cock completely stuffed inside of him, the exact thing he’s been dreaming about for two years. Felix takes a deep breath, tilting his head back on the exhale, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
“You were made for my cock, Fee,” Hyunjin is saying, his voice somewhere far from where Felix’s mind is floating away to, “Look at how well you’re taking me already.”
Felix doesn’t look, but he can feel it, the rush of fullness practically vibrating throughout his entire body. Hyunjin straightens up to sit back on his heels, the angle forcing some of his cock out of Felix, which makes Felix whine in frustration. He reaches out blindly for Hyunjin, unsure of what he even wants to be grabbing, but his hands fall weakly to the bed when Hyunjin’s hips suddenly start moving.
The noises that fill the room as soon as Hyunjin’s hands find Felix’s hips to force him into the mattress are completely obscene. Felix loves this, being held down and forced to take it, and it feels so much greater now that it’s Hyunjin doing it to him.
Especially because, despite his rushed orgasm earlier, the rumors around campus are clearly true: Hyunjin does fuck like a god. He’s slamming into Felix so hard that the bed is creaking underneath them, a sound that is definitely obvious to Hyunjin’s neighbors, even if for whatever reason they can’t hear the steady stream of moans getting fucked out of Felix. Hyunjin moves one hand from Felix’s hip to the headboard without stopping his thrusts and then his newfound grip has his hips somehow moving even faster, his cock pushing directly into Felix’s prostate every other second, a sensation that makes Felix’s eyes water once again.
“Look at me,” Hyunjin breathes out, his tone rough and demanding, which has Felix’s eyes flying open right away. A tear manages to escape, running down the side of his cheek and stealing Hyunjin’s gaze for a split second. When their eyes meet again, Hyunjin says, “I fucking love you.”
Felix wants to say it back, he really does, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out, his eyes rolling back into his head as Hyunjin continues to fuck him. It’s as if his body is responding on autopilot, his thighs spreading apart impossibly wider for Hyunjin, his fingers curling into the sheets desperately as his back arches away from the bed. He’s completely wrecked, barely able to breathe at all with how hard Hyunjin is pounding into him, when suddenly everything stops and Hyunjin is gone and Felix is left empty.
“No, no, no,” Felix begins to babble, but before he can even open his eyes, Hyunjin is manhandling him back onto his stomach and then onto his knees. “Jin,” Felix whines miserably, his hands meeting Hyunjin’s chest as Hyunjin manages to get him over his lap.
“I’ll take care of you, baby, I promise,” Hyunjin coos, one hand underneath Felix’s ass to hold him up, the other at the base of his cock to help him guide it back inside.
Felix sinks down onto his cock right away, his head ducked between his shoulders as he struggles to keep himself upright. Hyunjin breathes out a laugh and pulls him forward, tucking Felix’s face into the crook of his neck. Felix hums in contentment, his hands resting lazily at his sides, Hyunjin’s grabbing handfuls of Felix’s ass before he starts to fuck him again.
It’s even more perfect like this, Felix thinks, the way they’re completely pressed together and Felix doesn’t even have to do anything, is just lying on Hyunjin’s chest and getting fucked like an absolute princess. He’s basically moaning right into Hyunjin’s ear like this, though, something he would probably feel bad about if he could feel anything at all besides pure ecstasy shooting through every vein in his body. Hyunjin’s feet pressed to the bed, his knees in the air, provides enough leverage to fuck up into Felix hard and fast, Felix trembling against him in pure bliss.
“You’re gonna make me come again, Fee,” Hyunjin says after not very long at all, his hands moving from Felix’s ass to the small of his back to hold him down. Felix shudders on a long moan, his fingers weakly gripping Hyunjin’s sides, the idea of Hyunjin finally coming inside him making heat pool low in his gut, another orgasm building up already. He can hear Hyunjin’s unsteady breathing, like he’s struggling to hold on. “Can I come in you, baby? Please?” Hyunjin asks, sounding all too needy.
“Please,” Felix repeats, his voice broken. Hyunjin’s head tilts back against the pillow, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm as he gets closer and closer. Felix manages to lift his head just enough to watch Hyunjin’s face. “I love you,” he finally says, and Hyunjin’s mouth drops open in a silent moan as he comes.
Felix isn’t sure what does it for him, really, whether it’s the look on Hyunjin’s face when he’s coming or the feeling of his cock pulsing as it spills into Felix, but his third orgasm hits him like a freight train, his ears ringing and his vision blacking out entirely. His head drops back down onto Hyunjin’s shoulder and he must be making an intense noise that he can’t even hear with the way Hyunjin’s hands are immediately in his hair in an attempt to soothe him. It’s a little extreme, honestly, even for Felix, and he feels completely boneless when he finally calms down.
Hyunjin, always hyperaware of Felix’s feelings, manages to pull out of him slowly and roll him onto his back on the mattress beside himself. “Perfect,” Hyunjin says again, staying inches away to give Felix’s overstimulated body and mind space, “You’re perfect, Fee.”
The air is thick with sweat and sex and Felix’s eyes flutter as he sucks in a deep breath, desperate to relax as quickly as possible. Felix feels so sensitive and sore yet so good at the same time, like nothing he’s ever felt before in his life. “Yeah,” he says dumbly, tilting his head to the side and slowly blinking his eyes open to look at Hyunjin.
Hyunjin, who loves him. “Yeah?” Hyunjin asks, his usual teasing grin already back on his face. Felix rolls his eyes fondly as Hyunjin reaches out, gentle, to brush his fingertips over the freckles on Felix’s cheeks.
Felix lets his eyes fall shut again, then, and nudges his face against Hyunjin’s hand, sighing in contentment when it moves to stroke his hair. “Tell Chaeyoung she won,” he mumbles, and Hyunjin laughs.