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A laugh bubbles out of Felix as Chan fumbles with the hotel room key card, eventually growing impatient and snatching it to do it himself.
"Sorry. Sorry, 'm just excited," Chan blushes, checking over his shoulder for the fifth time. They know they're alone — the manager who had come back to the hotel with them before everybody else is several doors down, already in his own room — but it's a force of habit. They know they're not in the JYP building but still.
"Channie," Felix murmurs. The door opens and they step into the room, a placating hand on Chan's cheek as it closes behind them. He leans into the touch, his gaze softening like always as he focuses on Felix speaking. "We're safe here. We're good, yeah? 'S not Seoul."
Chan nods. They're safe here. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just don't want anything to get in the way of this."
Felix smiles. "It's okay, baby."
Now in total privacy, Chan lets his eyes run down Felix's body, over his exposed stomach and the distinct lack of hair usually peeking from the waistband of his pants. His skin shines with a layer of sweat, and saliva pools on Chan's tongue with the thought of running it down the dip of Felix's abs.
"I should just take it all off, huh?" Felix teases, mocking Chan's line from earlier on stage. He's got a hand in Chan's hair, slightly tugging at it until Chan's breath hitches.
His eyes are blown wide as he nods in lieu of a reply, guiding Felix backwards until they're standing in front of the bed, but doesn't push him back yet.
"Love seeing you with hair but fuck— I haven't been able to stop thinking about what I'll find when I get these pants off of you," Chan murmurs.
"Why don't you find out, then?"
Felix pushes Chan's head down, and he goes down easily, so easily, slumping to his knees in front of Felix. He looks up with a look that says he's already halfway to gone, and it would be a lie to say Felix wouldn't find the same if he looked into a mirror.
Chan wraps his arms around Felix's legs and tugs him in closer, pressing his nose into his stomach and inhaling deeply. Above him, Felix exhales shakily, hand coming up to cup the back of his head.
"H-Hyung…" he starts, with no real end. Chan shushes him, going to the left and then the right to inhale every bit of Felix's musky scent that he can. Flattens his tongue and laves over the same places, driven by Felix's soft and shaky sounds.
"Taste so good. God, I almost took you right on that stage. Fucking gorgeous little thing. My pretty baby," Chan groans, moving upwards. He alternates between dragging his nose, his tongue, leaving kisses as he moves, moving the jacket aside and sucking one of Felix's nipples into his mouth. Felix moans softly, head thrown back, and he stumbles a beat, caught again by Chan. "J's let it feel good, little one. I got you."
"Mm. Yeah, okay. Okay," Felix breathes.
His eyes close as he takes in the feeling of Chan sucking and lightly biting on the sensitive bud, flattening his tongue over it and using the strong muscle to tease and flick at it. He moves to the other, taking a hand off of Felix's legs to continue playing with the one he just had in his mouth, gives the other the same treatment until Felix is quivering with pleasure in his arms. Where their fronts are pressed together, Chan can feel the way Felix is growing hard in his pants, resisting the urge to slide the zipper down and see for himself.
Chan pushes the jacket off Felix's shoulders for him; Felix never has to do the work, not when Chan is here, but he still helps Chan get the tank top over his head and thrown into a little pile on the floor. When Chan starts to reach for the arm cuff, Felix stops him with a shake of his head, gripping and fondling the muscle with the hopes that Chan understands what he means. And of course, he does.
Once they're shirtless, Chan is back on Felix, now working his way back down until his fingers are hooked into the waistband of the pants. All it takes is a single look up at Felix, who doesn't even need to nod, for Chan to undo the belt in deft and expert movements, but he doesn't throw it to the side like their other clothing pieces. It sits on the bed and Felix whimpers, dizzy at the thought of Chan binding him with his own belt.
Chan doesn't add anything further to that, already halfway to undoing the zipper on Felix's pants and tugging them down his legs. There's a noticeable wet patch on the light material of Felix's underwear, allowing Chan to catch a glimpse of Felix's hard cock through the now-translucent spot.
He coos, smirking up at Felix. "Poor thing. Look at you, so wet just from me loving on you a little. Bet any thoughts are gone now from your pretty head, huh? Can only think of having me inside you."
"Yes. Yes, God, yes. Don't know how it looks, you on your knees like this," Felix whimpers. "Please, Chris—"
"Hm?" Chan interrupts, an eyebrow raised.
"Daddy," Felix whines. "Daddy, please, please."
"You're not even begging for anything in particular," Chan laughs, if a little mean. He guides Felix to lie on the bed, following suit once he's gotten his shorts off, having ripped the socks and shoes off their feet. It leaves them only in their underwear and the sight of Felix on the bed right now… "So beautiful, all laid out for me like this. You just want Daddy to touch you anywhere, huh?"
Felix nods frantically. He follows with his eyes as Chan kisses over his stomach, his inner thighs, fingers ready to tug his underwear off but still teasing. It's only when Felix bucks his hips up with a frustrated whine does Chan move, chiding him with a slightly harder bite to his inner thigh before practically tearing the underwear off Felix's trembling body.
His cock lays on his stomach, or as much as it can when barely three of Chan's fingers cover it entirely, leaking profusely and an angry red at the tip. Felix is flushed everywhere but Chan's vision tunnels in on his cock, flicking his thumb over the wet head.
"Useless little cock, only made to slick all over the place like this," he scoffs. Felix moans, his cock twitching. "Bet I wouldn't even feel it at the back of my throat, hm?"
He's taking Felix into his mouth before the younger can get a chance to respond, arching off the bed with a keening moan. "O-Oh! Ngh, mm, Daddy—!"
Chan somehow shushes him with his mouth still occupied, a hard look up at Felix enough to shut him up. His gaze is intense, cold, and he feels Felix leaking into his mouth just a little more. He closes his eyes, sucking Felix's cock like it's the only thing he has to survive, reciprocating Felix's sounds and spurring him on further to get him close to the edge.
Felix's skin is so soft against Chan's chin. He's so used to the coarse bristle of hair that it feels weird, a good type of different. Chan can't stop himself from lightly dragging his nails over Felix's skin. It makes him shiver under the touch and a hand slides into Chan's hair. Not pulling, just feeling.
It really doesn't take much, barely a few minutes until Felix is squirming and pushing at Chan's shoulders, crying out that he's close. He's always so desperate to have his first orgasm speared on Chan's cock, but his boyfriend has other plans. Knows he can wring out orgasm after orgasm from Felix with ease, and doing this gets him a little softer, a little more pliant by the time Chan is sinking into his body.
"No, I can't— Daddy, please, please, 'm gonna— oh—!" The tight coil unwinds. Felix trails off with a beautiful breathy moan, muscles seizing up as his first orgasm hits him and he spills into Chan's warm, wet mouth. It's too much as he feels it tighten around his cock, but it doesn't come with the sensation of Chan swallowing around him.
Instead, Chan is pulling off and coming up face to face with Felix, holding his chin still as he taps him on the cheek and waits for Felix's mouth to drop open. He obeys easily, his spent cock throbbing as he watches the cum, his cum, drip lewdly from Chan's tongue onto his own. Chan's eyes on him are unwavering, a silent command there for Felix to take it all, to be good for him. And so he does. He keeps eye contact with Chan, takes in his own taste and when it's done, Chan closes the gap between them, sucking Felix's tongue into his mouth.
The kiss is messy, desperate, sweet, enough to leave Felix lightheaded when Chan pulls away. His protesting whine makes Chan chuckle softly and he goes back in to peck at Felix's lips a few more times, eventually pulling back even though Felix isn't satisfied.
"D'you want me to spend the rest of the night kissing you? 'Cause I don't mind doing that, but I can feel the way you're trying to hump my leg, baby," Chan smiles.
"Or you could do both," Felix pouts. He lightly rolls his eyes as Chan caves and kisses his jaw one last time, pushing his legs up and out of the way to make room for himself in between.
The light catches on the heart-shaped jewel nestled into Felix as Chan slides a pillow under his hips, the lube that sticks to his skin around the plug. The result of a hurried moment in the bathroom before they left the hotel, Felix panting into Chan's shoulder, desperate and worked up. It had had the manager at the door, yelling that they'd be late if they left any later, but Chan is grateful for it now. He doesn't think he has the patience to slowly work Felix open, get him prepped when all he wants is to feel Felix wrapped tightly around his cock.
"Pretty baby," Chan hums. He gives the plug a small tug, smiling when it draws a soft whimper from Felix. His hand flies out to grab at Chan's wrist but it's slapped away, Chan forgetting the plug to grab the belt. "Do you need to be tied up so you don't touch yourself without permission? How pathetic."
Felix nods without thinking, too needy to care about looking eager to be tied up with the belt. He's already holding his wrists above his head, and Chan's heart swells tenfold with pride that Felix always listens to him so well as he leans over and restricts his arms from being able to move. Chan taps his wrists and Felix tests the restraint, earning a satisfied nod from Chan.
"Good. You look so pretty tied up, Lix, s'like you were made for it," Chan coos, leaning down to kiss Felix's lips. He's working the plug out of him as they kiss tenderly, drinking in all the soft whines and moans that fall from Felix's perfect mouth. "Sound so sweet, always so eager. Daddy's making you feel so good, yeah?"
"Y-Yeah. Always make me feel good, Daddy, love it so much, thank you, thank you," Felix cries, words trailing off with a gasp when his rim is stretched to its limits around the thickest part of the plug.
"You're so welcome, little one. Gonna take me so well, aren't you? Show Innie that all those feral looks you were giving me on stage weren't for nothing," Chan hums. Felix blinks up at him, taking a moment to answer when he feels the hot, thick blunt head of Chan's cock pressed against his entrance.
"Fu— fuck, he said yes?" Felix gasps, trying to grind his hips down to feel Chan pressed deeper against him. His hips are held in place with a firm grip as Chan slides the head over his hole, slicking himself up with the lube that's spilling out from Felix.
"Didn't say it explicitly, but I've never seen him blush so hard, so I think that's still a yes," Chan laughs softly. "He has an extra keycard, so he'll let himself in. That's still okay?"
"Mm," Felix nods. He stretches his neck up and Chan gives him another kiss, gasping into his mouth as he gently breaches Felix with his cock. He's even thicker than the plug, easily stretching Felix out and making him whimper against Chan's lips. "Daddy, Daddy. Fuck, you're so big. Feels so good," Felix sobs.
Chan bottoms out with a groan, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "Fuck, yeah? You like that, baby? Feel good?"
"Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy, s'so fuckin' good," Felix cries, clenching around Chan's cock. He's bearing down so hard, like his only intent is to have Chan pump him full, milk him dry of every drop. Chan would be a damn fool not to grant him his wish.
He pulls his hips back, watching Felix's face contort in pleasure, then buries himself to the hilt once more. Again, until Felix's shaky breathing is in tandem with Chan's purposeful thrusts. The sound of the keycard in the door being accepted goes unnoticed, neither Chan nor Felix aware of the extra presence lingering by the door.
"God, that— nngh, s'so good, can feel it in my throat. Ch… Daddy, wan' you to choke me," Felix slurs. Chan has picked up his pace, pounding into Felix with a ferocity that shakes the bed, punches every coherent thought out of his head.
"Fuck, y-yeah? It's all you've been thinking about, isn't it? Just having your hands on me, getting split apart on my cock, ever since we were on stage. Fuck, since we landed here, even. So fuckin' needy that you don't even care who sees it, just need to be manhandled all the damn time," Chan growls into his ear, hand coming up to where it belongs.
Thick fingers wrap around Felix's slim neck, pressing into the sides with a pressure that has his boyfriend's eyes rolling back into his head. His hands curl into fists, unfurling again, over and over as thrills of pleasure bursts through him.
The sounds of skin slapping on wet skin, of Chan and Felix's pleasure-pain as they bask in the feeling of each other, easily drown out the drag of a zipper, a stilted moan behind a hand. Shaky fingers bring out a phone to record an already-agreed upon video. From the angle he's at, Jeongin has a clear view of Felix's rim stretched around the mouth-wateringly thick girth of Chan's cock, their equally flushed expressions as Chan pulls an unexpected orgasm out of Felix. They give themselves no time to rest, Felix whining to feel Chan pressed against him everywhere, his hand still tight on Felix's throat.
"So— God, y-you're so fucking tight," Chan whimpers. "I stretched you out with the plug and my cock and you're still clenching so tight around me like a bitch in heat."
He pulls out momentarily, easily flipping Felix onto his stomach and then sinking back into him before a whine can be heard. His hand comes to the back of Felix's neck, holding him down as Chan brings him close to another orgasm, just barely minutes after the last. In the few times they've allowed Jeongin to indulge, he's always been surprised — and dizzyingly aroused — by just how short his hyungs' refractory periods are. His cock leaks in his hand, and he's struggling to keep the phone upright.
Jeongin can see the veins close to bursting in Chan's neck, from the effort of holding Felix down, of fucking him senseless, his teeth gritted as he spews filthy words aimed at Felix. His expression isn't far off from what he's able to channel on stage, making arousal burn white-hot in the pit of Jeongin's gut.
And Felix—
His head is pressed into the pillow, so his expression can't be seen anymore, but Jeongin isn't too displeased. Not when he can hear his sobs of pleasure as Chan takes him apart and just as easily puts him back together, over and over until his babbling is slurred and unintelligible. To see how Felix takes him so well, so pliant and easy under Chan's rough yet caring touches, never fails to make Jeongin dizzy.
He hears Felix moan what sounds like Daddy and even where he doesn't speak much English, he knows the implications of the title. He moans loudly, before he can stop himself, but neither Chan nor Felix pick up on it, too lost in each other. Chan is practically laying all his weight on top of Felix as he fucks into him relentlessly, his rhythm now a little skewed and his thighs trembling. He's murmuring into Felix's ear, his hand sliding from the back to the front of his neck, pulling him up towards Chan.
"Gonna cum again, sweet? Milking me dry, baby, I've already cum once. Just desperate to be stuffed and bred all the time, huh?" Chan grits, feels Felix nod frantically with a moan. "You don't have to hold on, sweetheart. Daddy's got you, 'm here. Let go for me."
And Felix does just that. He's long since lost count of how many times Chan has sent him tumbling headfirst over the edge, doesn't know how many times Chan has cum with how little his pace has faltered or slowed. He unravels with a feeble mewl, and Chan follows close behind, essentially collapsing on top with a guttural moan.
Neither seem to have noticed Jeongin, who is cumming into his hand at the lewd sight of the two of them. He's so distracted that he doesn't see Chan momentarily glance over his shoulder at him, focused on making sure Felix is okay first.
The blonde is already halfway close to sleeping as Chan kisses his cheek, murmuring sweet nothings and carefully undoing the belt around his wrists. It had barely been tight enough to leave a mark but Felix still whimpers at the ache in his arms as they're brought back down to his sides, chasing another kiss.
"Maknae's here, my love," Chan murmurs softly, when Felix has come back into his body a little. "D'you want him to stay?"
"Course," Felix rasps. He still has tear tracks staining his cheeks, painting a beautiful picture. "You've had him standing there all this time. Iyen-ah."
"Hyung," Jeongin says, though it sounds more like a question. Almost like he never expected them to address his presence. "Sorry, hyung— sorry."
"Shut up and c'mere, let Chris clean you up," Felix groans.
Jeongin would be a fool not to listen.