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“—Bokkie, earth to Yongbokkie!”
Felix startles when painted fingernails wiggle in front of his face. Hyunjin peers at him, one eyebrow slightly raised.
“Ah, sorry Jinnie.”
Hyunjin squints, sucking noisily at the straw of his iced americano. Felix realizes that he’s been unconsciously playing with the source of his ire when Hyunjin reaches across the table.
“It’s cute,” he says, finger poking at the little silver lock pendant hanging from Felix’s throat. It’s a delicate little thing, well-made and easy to match with the jewelry Felix already has. Pretty and innocuous. “Is it new?”
“Yeah.”
Hyunjin's eyes narrow a fraction more. “Why do you look so sad?”
He settles back into his seat, still watching Felix with suspicion. His gaze flickers from Felix’s face, down to the pendant, and then back up, performing a couple of circuits before something seems to click. He points at Felix with the hand still holding his coffee, the sound of ice against plastic somehow accusatory.
“Does it have to do with Channie-hyung?”
Felix gapes. “What makes you think it’s about him? It’s just a necklace!”
Hyunjin jabs his finger again, ice rattling even more ominously with the sharp movement. “You’ve got that depressed ‘I think Channie-hyung doesn’t love me even though anyone with eyes can see that he’s head over heels actually’’ look, and I know you guys were hanging out earlier today.” He gasps, and Felix can practically see the lightbulb blink into existence over his head. “Oh my god, did he get it for you?”
“I don’t have a Channie-hyung look!” The protest Felix offers is half-hearted at best, since he and Hyunjin have bickered about this for ages and it’s more a formality than genuine argument at this point. Hyunjin ignores it, settling his elbows on the table and steepling his long fingers together, clearly expectant. Felix deflates.
“He was showing me some songs he was working on,” Felix mumbles, picking at the table.
There was one song in particular that Felix was unable to get out of his mind, a romantic song with undertones of horniness. “It’s about fateful connections,” Chan had said, when he showed it to Felix. “And also about wifi. Mostly wifi.” Felix found himself bitterly wondering who might have inspired it. Despite his best efforts to strangle it down, the thought still managed to worm its way into his brain, where it’s been living rent free ever since.
“One of the songs Channie showed me, there were these lyrics. ‘A lock and key making rumbles.’ It sounded like a pair of troublemakers, or something.” It's a flimsy line of reasoning, and a painfully see-through excuse which he knows Hyunjin will not buy, but he tacks it on anyway. “After we were done, we went to the mall to hang out and wander around a bit. There was this new boutique that had an opening sale that we went to check out. I saw these lock and key necklaces and pointed them out to Channie-hyung. Told him it was like his song, and like. Like us. Cuz we’re always getting into shenanigans, y’know.”
He’s still not sure what possessed him to say it. The memory of his mortification is still a hot remnant on his cheeks and neck.
“And Channie-hyung bought them,” Hyunjin says slowly.
“Yup,” Felix says miserably. “He gave me the lock one, and he got the key.”
“So you guys basically have matching couples necklaces,” Hyunjin drawls, an eerie smile tugging at his mouth.
Felix splutters. “Well, no. I wouldn’t call them that.”
“What do you mean? They’re literally couples necklaces!”
“They’re not,” Felix insists, unable to hide the sharp, brittle edge in his voice. “Couples items are usually part of a matching set, right? These were definitely individual pieces.”
Hyunjin frowns, but before he can say anything else, Felix quickly adds, “The lock was a lot smaller. So yeah, they, um. Were definitely not part of a matched set.”
He doesn’t continue. He doesn’t say that Chan buying them these two necklaces broke his overdramatic, silly little heart a little, because he could only fixate on the fact that though they were a lock and a key they would never fit together, and that maybe they were a metaphor for him and Chan. That this maybe is the universe’s way of telling Felix that they’re just not meant to be, or something. So instead Felix stares at his own drink, the strawberry milk tea barely touched, before smiling at his friend.
“Sorry, I’m just being mopey. I think it’s cuz my heat’s coming up soon. What were we talking about?”
Hyunjin is quiet for a moment. His dark eyes drill into Felix’s face, searching for something Felix isn’t sure he wants him to find. Then he leans forward, his mouth stretching into a mischievous grin.
“Do you think they’re accurate?”
“What?”
“You said Channie-hyung’s key was a lot bigger than your lock, right?” Hyunjin sing-songs. “I’ve heard hyung’s like, hung like a horse, and you’re kind of tiny. Do you think the size difference is accurate, biblically?
He wiggles his eyebrows smarmily. Felix throws a napkin at him.
Let it never be said that Felix is not delusional. Felix is, very much so, just in controlled quantities, when he’s able to muster the self-restraint.
Felix is also quite self-aware. He feels things deeply, his feelings sometimes too big to fit in his body, and his unrequited love for his best friend and self-proclaimed brother figure is a gargantuan beast that he keeps on a very tight leash. It’s only natural that it needs outlets, a chance to let off some steam from being cooped up and perpetually caged. And so he lets himself indulge in the fantasy of being Chan’s, sometimes—like a pipe releasing pressure. He figures it’s healthier to be subtly delusional, than to hold it all in and inevitably explode one day.
This manifests in several ways. Sometimes, when he’s curled up in one of Chan’s hoodies, still saturated in his scent, he lets himself fantasize that he is nesting in his boyfriend’s clothes. When he brings Chan dinner at the studio on late nights, he sometimes imagines that he’s bringing food to his workaholic mate.
They’re going clubbing tonight, the whole group of them, though unfortunately Chan did say he may not be able to make it. Tonight, Felix puts on the lock necklace, and lets himself imagine that it’s a token of his alpha’s mark on his neck, one that matches his own mark on his alpha’s neck. An anchor in a churning sea of strangers.
Hyunjin kindly doesn’t tease him about it, instead enthusiastically complimenting Felix’s chosen outfit and proudly exclaiming that they are all appropriately slutted out. The night is chilly, though the cold is quickly forgotten when they’re swallowed up by the steamy, pulsing darkness of the club.
These nights are always so much fun. It’s easy to get lost in the pounding bass and strobing lights, the writhing crowds of people out to dance their hearts out. The jam-packed, thrumming atmosphere seeps into Felix’s veins, exacerbated by the sweet-bitter burn of overpriced drinks.
After a few drinks they decide to delve into the thick of the dance areas. Their circle undulates with the crowd, and Felix finds himself dancing with a few different partners, some interested in having someone fun to dance with for the moment, others interested in something more.
Felix smiles and flirts but it’s all just playful and easy, and he offers little more than a sway of his hips or a coy smile. Even if he knows he’s not interested in letting anyone take him home, being wanted is always thrilling, and a great boost to his admittedly tender ego.
He’s dancing between a fucking gorgeous girl and some guy Felix hasn’t seen but knows is hot from the way he grinds against Felix’s ass when an arm suddenly hooks around him, yanking him unceremoniously out of his hot person sandwich. Felix doesn’t even have the chance to be disgruntled, not when he’s immediately greeted by a familiar, crescent-eyed grin.
“Channie!” he yells, throwing himself haphazardly at the culprit. “You came!”
Chan catches him, laughing. He doesn’t seem to mind that Felix is extra noodly today, his hold warm and steady.
“‘Course I did, sunshine,” Felix reads off those soft, plush lips, the heavy EDM of the club too loud for him to properly hear. The pulsing blue-violet lights of the club throw Chan’s lovely features into sharp relief. He looks ethereal, dressed in a black, sleeveless top that shows off his delicious arms, bands wrapped around his biceps. Felix sees a glint of silver between the open collar of his shirt, his heart skipping a beat with pleasure when he sees the key necklace bouncing against the swell of his chest.
It’s at half-past one when they finally stumble out of the club, despite Jisung’s protest that the night is still young and oh god they’re getting older, fuuuuck. There is still a line of people waiting to get in, whom they ignore, instead huddling together like a gaggle of penguins, giggling and high off the remaining buzz of alcohol and endorphins. Despite this, Felix still finds himself shivering, his flimsy mesh top doing nothing to protect him from the elements.
He’s suddenly enveloped in a wall of warmth as Chan wraps around him, rubbing his hands up and down Felix’s bare arms to generate heat. Felix sighs happily, ignoring the way Hyunjin and Jisung smirk at him knowingly.
“Wanna crash at my place tonight?” Chan asks quietly. “Might be best if you stay clear of your apartment, Lix.”
Felix looks across the circle to where the youngest of their group is eyeing his roommate with obvious intent. “‘Kay,” he agrees easily. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick i’ll be at channie’s tn remember to use protection ;), snickering when Seungmin reads it and flips him a loving bird.
Jeongin and Seungmin are the first to peel off, the former's hand glued to the small of the latter's back, followed soon after by a now half-horizontal Jisung and unbearably fond Minho. This leaves four remaining as they wait for Hyunjin and Changbin’s ride to arrive.
Hyunjin is staring at Felix and Chan unblinkingly. When Felix mouths What?, Hyunjin grins and jabs a finger at Felix’s necklace, then at Chan’s, before shoving that same finger inside a ring formed by the thumb and middle finger of his other hand. The obscene gesture makes them both dissolve into unseemly cackles.
“What’s so funny?” Chan asks, which wipes the laughter right off Felix’s lips. Hyunjin, the bastard, repeats the gesture with even more gusto.
“It’s a metaphor, Channie-hyung!” he declares loudly, pointing again at Chan's necklace, only to be corralled away by an apologetic Changbin as their ride arrives in the nick of time.
“What was that about?” Chan asks, amused.
“Don’t know,” Felix says, too quickly. This is a mistake, as it only seems to pique the older man’s interest.
“Sounds like you do know, Lixie.”
Fuck. Maybe it’s because Chan is still wrapped around him like the best weighted blanket, or because his voice is husky and low from a night of yelling over earsplitting music, or because Felix’s brain is lacking in blood right now because it’s all heading elsewhere, but Felix finds himself floundering for a plausible excuse. Matters aren’t helped when Chan tucks his face into the back of Felix’s sweat-soaked head, a move that has Felix’s omega deliriously crowing, mate is scenting, mine, all mine.
“C’mon, tell me,” Chan croons. Whatever meager self-control that was keeping Felix’s mouth screwed shut abruptly snaps when he moves to press his nose into the spot behind his ear.
“Your dick.”
Chan snorts. “What?”
“It’s a metaphor for your dick!” Felix feels Chan burst into laughter, feels it rumble through his chest and shake them both. Felix can never resist the sight of Chan laughing, so he squirms around to see despite his vocal complaints. “Don’t laugh, you asked, cunt!”
Chan accommodates him easily, and Felix is blessed with the sight of his scrunched up eyes, his giggling mouth, his fucking dimples. “How is it a metaphor?”
Apparently not all of Felix’s blood has migrated south, because he feels his cheeks redden. Chan waits expectantly, his arms iron manacles around Felix’s frame. When Felix tries to wriggle free, he’s reminded that all that muscle isn’t just for show. When that gets him nowhere, he slumps, defeated, forcing Chan to bear his weight. He tries not to think of how the alpha does so easily.
“It’s a big key,” he mumbles.
“Is it?” Chan says, dubiously. He looks down at the key pendant appraisingly. “I think objectively most keys are bigger than this.” Then his gaze flickers to Felix’s collarbones, and Felix feels his flush deepen.
“Right,” Chan says. “So the key is a metaphor for my dick. Why were you and Hyunjin talking about my dick?”
Felix isn’t sure if it’s a trick of the light, or if the cold is finally getting to him, but he could swear Chan’s ears are a little red. He’s still smiling, though, clearly entertained.
‘Cause I’ve wanted it in me since the day I met you, Felix doesn’t say, because he’s not insane. Instead he tries to opt back into the strategy of silence; can’t say the wrong thing if you don’t say anything at all.
Chan’s smile deepens. He nudges that lovely, broad nose into the crown of Felix’s head, tone cajoling and just slightly whiny. “C’mon, tell me, Felix.”
Felix’s resolve has crumbled for less, but it’s still embarrassing how quickly he gives up. “There are rumors, okay?”
“Hm.”
“I did not have 'Explain to my best friend people say he has a ridiculously giant key that locks have trouble fitting, allegedly' on my bingo card for tonight!” Felix complains, hoping the petulance in his voice somehow masks his naked longing. “From what I’ve heard! Allegedly!”
Chan’s eyes flicker back down to Felix’s collarbones, where his own silver lock pendant sits. He coughs. “It is a bit hard to find locks that fit,” he says. “It’s not exactly easy to take, haha.”
Felix’s mouth is moving before he registers it, his heart too fixated on the way Chan is sheepishly laughing, his brain too distracted by how of course Chan would be embarrassed by his massive dick, how is it possible for someone to be so fucking endearing–
“I bet I could.”
They both freeze, a pair of deer caught in headlights. Ice trickles down the back of Felix’s neck into a sudden deluge, his stomach twisting with dread. Chan’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape. Felix stares back in mortification and fear, unable to blink.
The alpha is the first to thaw. He releases Felix from his octopus hold, and Felix tries not to panic when the space between them grows. Apologies press up his throat, jumbled and frenetic, as he tries to untangle them into something intelligible.
The maelstrom inside his stomach is slightly eased when Chan smiles at him, tides turning from panic into confusion when he says, “I don’t know, Felix. Your lock seems pretty small.” He touches Felix’s pendant lightly, nudging it with the tip of his fingernail.
Felix must look like a goldfish, the way he’s gaping. He should laugh, apologize and blame it on the alcohol. Chan is clearly playing off as a joke, offering him an out.
Or is he?
Chan is watching him with a look that Felix isn’t sure he’s seen before. It’s still warm, but there’s a heaviness to it, a darkness that has Felix feeling weak-kneed and dry-mouthed. Felix could blame it on the alcohol, even though he’s fairly sure the only thing he’s drunk off is the look in Chan’s eyes. Or maybe it’s the delusions, which have finally gotten to his head. Or maybe, just maybe, his fantasies are not as far-fetched as he’d always thought.
Felix wets his lips. “I can take it,” he says, painfully breathless. Chan hums.
“You sure about that, Lix? Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”
Felix tries not to shudder. Chan’s voice is indulgent, teasing, and skeptical, all rolled into one devastating package.
“I am. I’m sure, Channie. I can take it.”
When Chan hums again, still sounding completely unconvinced, Felix pouts. Emboldened, he tilts his head to the side and looks up through his lashes. It’s a move he knows works, one he's pulled many times before with overwhelming success. Still, his heart is racing, and what usually comes to him naturally has his palms sweaty with nerves.
“Don’t you believe in me, hyung?” he asks, deliberately pitching his voice into something low and dulcet.
Chan softens. He cups Felix’s face, thumb brushing along the curve of his cheek.
“Of course I do, sunshine,” he says, his sincerity unbearable.
Felix feels himself melting in a confused puddle of arousal and affection. Chan looks so fond, and Felix is reminded that his Chris is always his biggest believer. The fact that that is the case even in this context shouldn’t make Felix as ridiculously horny as it does.
Chan’s hand migrates from his jaw to rest at the back of his neck, a heavy and warm weight, proprietary in a way that has Felix’s omega squirming with pleasure. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
They stumble into Chan’s lovely and despairingly austere apartment, hands clasped and giggling like teenagers. The place is very plain, as Chan spends more time at the studio, and Felix has to tamp down the familiar yearning thoughts about how he wishes he could make it a proper home for Chan.
The alpha tows him quickly into his bedroom. Felix looks at the often neglected bed and tries not to think about how last time he was here, it was because he had all but bullied Chan into getting a few hours a sleep, and now he might end up getting plowed into that very same bed.
When Felix turns around, he almost chokes on his tongue. Chan grins, tossing his top into some corner of the room, the upper half of his masterpiece of a body shamelessly on display. Felix feels paralyzed, like he’s surrounded by glistening candy and unsure of where he can bite first, overwhelmed with choice.
“Now you decide to be all shy?” Chan giggles. “You can look, you know. I don’t mind.”
“Can I kiss you?” Felix blurts out, a little embarrassed by how desperate he sounds. Chan giggles again and nods, stepping forward to reel Felix in by his hips.
His mouth is so soft, so plush and wet and warm. Felix can’t help but squeak into the kiss, fingers digging into Chan’s shoulders for purchase. They kiss until Felix feels light-headed and delirious, head spinning like it’s been stuck in a centrifuge. Felix barely registers it when Chan takes his hand and guides it lower, only to whimper when his fingers come in contact with a frankly frightening bulge. Chan laughs against his mouth, made even wetter by Felix’s surprise.
“Like what you’re feeling?” he teases. “You’re practically drooling, baby.”
Felix pulls back, breathing heavily. “Mm, and what if I am?” he purrs, wiping at his chin, which is indeed very wet with saliva. “Not my fault you’re so fucking hot, Channie.”
“Look at yourself,” Chan counters. “Prettiest thing ever, I swear.”
A clear lie, when Felix is the one who has the actual prettiest thing ever standing in front of him, perfect lips swollen and red and glistening. But instead of arguing, he paws at his new discovery, pleased by the way Chan groans in response.
“Wanna suck you off,” Felix mumbles.
“Yeah?” Chan murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded. Something twitches, down below. “On your knees then, baby. Open your mouth.”
Felix drops to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut, limbs loose and blood singing with anticipation. He opens his mouth obediently, pink tongue poking out, making sure to keep his eyes wide and beseeching in the way that drives all his conquests mad.
But instead of losing his mind to lust and face-fucking Felix silly, Chan just laughs. He taps the hinge of Felix’s jaw lightly. “You’ll have to open wider than that, baby.”
Felix gawps, all attempts of maintaining a seductive visage forgotten. “What?”
“I said you’ll have to open wider than that,” Chan says. “Maybe our lock and key necklaces are a more accurate metaphor than we thought, hm?”
Felix swallows and tries to press his thighs together, hyperaware of the way slick is soaking through his panties. He opens his mouth again, wider, and wider until Chan hums with approval. He watches with bated breath as Chan works at his belt.
Chan’s cock surfaces from the confines of his pants like a sea monster from the black depths of ocean. It’s one thing to feel it, and another to see it in all its thick, veiny glory. Felix almost passes out when the whole thing is laid bare before him, arousal and apprehension muddling his brain in an intoxicating fog. The first coherent thought is, Fuck, he shaves there too. The second, Whatthefuckwhatthefuck that’s never going to fit.
Chan watches him with unconcealed amusement. “Having second thoughts, Lix?”
“Absolutely the fuck not,” Felix says, like a liar, betrayed by the tremble his voice.
“It’s okay if you are,” Chan says soothingly. “You’re pretty small, baby. I know it's a lot."
They’re literally the same height, Felix maybe a slight bit taller. When he wears chunky boots Felix has to look down at Chan, and it’s the cutest thing ever. But Felix is reminded that lack of height difference aside, Chan is still so much bigger than him, in breadth and muscle and of course mass of ass. And now there’s that ridiculous thing between his legs to contend with, too.
Felix ignores him, shuffling forward on his knees until Chan’s cock is right in front of his face. Chan’s hand tangles into his hair, almost petting him reassuringly, and he tilts his head up and opens his mouth expectantly. Chan chuckles and takes the cue, carefully pressing the bulbous head of his dick onto Felix’s waiting tongue.
Felix’s eyes slip shut as Chan slowly feeds him his cock, lost in the heavy weight pressing his throat open, intoxicated by Chan’s heady musk. There’s too much of it for him to properly do anything with his tongue, so he keeps his mouth obediently as wide as it can go as the older man gently guides his head with the hand fisted in his hair, reduced to nothing more than a toy for his alpha to fuck.
He tries not to think about how alarming it is that he, the certified Throat Goat™ (title lovingly bestowed upon him by one Han Jisung) is still unable to fit the entirety of Chan’s cock inside. He also tries not to wonder how in the world it’ll fit up his cunt later. Instead he focuses on the heavy weight of his alpha's cock, the ache on his jaw, Chan’s husky, muttered praises, the feeling of his fingers twisted deliciously into Felix’s hair and the slight sting of his scalp as Chan rocks in and out of him slowly and gently.
He’s unable to stop the devastated whine when he’s suddenly pulled off, drool and precum trickling messily down his chin. He glares up at Chan in betrayal, incandescent tears in his eyes, gulping down lungfuls of much-needed air.
“Sorry,” Chan says apologetically. “I wasn’t going to last much longer.”
“You could always come again,” Felix says petulantly. Chan chuckles and rubs his fingers over Felix’s pout appeasingly.
“But I wanted to come in your cunt first, baby.”
Felix whimpers, pussy clenching tight as a gush of slick spills out of him. He’s probably sitting in a wet puddle, maybe he’s already stained Chan’s fancy hardwood floors with his undignified arousal.
“What the fuck,” he wheezes. “Channie, you can’t just say shit like that—”
“It’s the truth though,” Chan says. He picks Felix off the floor with contemptuous ease, all but tossing him onto the bed. Next thing Felix knows he’s getting peeled out of his clubbing outfit, until he’s left in nothing but his panties. The little black lace thing is completely drenched, clinging to his pussy like a second skin.
“You’re so wet,” Chan says softly, as if marveling at something incredible. His fingers hook through lace, pulling it to the side and baring Felix’s drooling cunt to his hungry eyes. “All this just from sucking my cock?” When Felix whines, he chuckles. “Next time I want you naked. Bet you’d get your slick everywhere, make everything all messy. I’d have to lick your mess off the floor, honey.”
Felix’s head swims, the words next time ringing around his skull only to be sledgehammered by the image of Chan cleaning his slick off the floor with his mouth. But Chan seems to decide this time he wants it straight from the source, and Felix has little to no warning when he feels the swipe of a tongue against the weeping seam of his cunt. He shrieks as it slips inside him, lapping hungrily at his swollen folds, teeth scraping gently at his clit.
“Channie, I thought you were going to fuck me,” he wails. Chan hums and presses his face deeper in Felix’s pussy, the vibration coursing through the core of him. “Channie, Channie, please, you said you wanted t'come in my cunt, why are you doing this to me—”
He digs his fingers into Chan’s hair, pulling to no avail. Chan responds by forcing two fingers inside the tight wetness of his sex, before finally lifting his head and looking Felix straight in the eyes. He clicks his tongue scoldingly.
“You really think you can take me like this?” Chan says, with the tone of a teacher admonishing a wayward student. His lovely broad nose and cheeks and swollen mouth are all glistening with Felix’s slick. “It’s better for you to be more relaxed, baby. I’m not going to even try putting my dick in you until you've come at least once, so be good and behave.”
Felix squirms helplessly as those dexterous fingers crook inside him. Luckily, it seems that despite Chan’s facade of control he is just as eager as Felix is, and Felix soon finds himself thrashing as four fingers drill into him mercilessly. It doesn’t take long for him to come, forced over the edge by Chan’s thumb massaging sweetly over his clit.
“Will you finally fuck me now?” Felix demands when he’s done blinking stars from his eyes, the spoiled tone of his words at odds with the way he’s still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Chan smiles and nods indulgently. But then he moves to stand up, causing Felix to squawk in protest.
“I just need to get a condom, baby,” Chan laughs, eyes widening when Felix shoots up onto his elbows.
“No!” Felix shocks them both with the vehemence in his voice. “No, we don’t need a condom. I’m clean, and I’m on birth control—wanna feel all of you, don’t wanna have to wait anymore.”
Chan chuckles. “It’ll only take a second—”
“Please,” Felix begs. The idea of even waiting a second longer is unbearable, and the idea of losing out on the chance of feeling Chan's release inside him is even worse. He spreads his legs in what he hopes is an appropriately seductive manner, putting his bare and ruined sex on full display. “Please, just put it in, Channie. Wanna feel you, all of you, don’t you wanna see what my pussy looks like, filled with your cum?”
Chan’s eyes narrow, his gaze darkening. He climbs onto the bed slowly with all the lupine grace of a wolf on the hunt. “Didn’t know you’d be so needy, baby. Are you always this cock-hungry, or is it just for me?”
Felix’s omega balks at the mention of other partners, unwilling to tolerate the idea of others in their non-nest. Felix finds himself balking at something else when Chan lets the intimidating head of his cock fall heavily against his aching, empty cunt. It looks positively brutish, resting against the glistening, coarse hairs of Felix’s mound.
Chan’s gaze softens, and he presses a sympathetic kiss to Felix’s forehead. “Are you really sure you want to do this, Lix? No hard feelings if you can’t,” he says gently.
Felix steels himself, prickling at the insinuation that he may be incapable of the feat. He settles back into the cushion of pillows, spreading his legs wider in invitation. “So sure. The surest.” He reaches forward to grab at Chan’s hips, guiding him so they’re grinding against each other. “Go big or go home, right hyung?”
“Sure,” Chan agrees, indulgently. “Whatever you say, honey.”
Felix keeps his eyes trained on Chan’s face. He figures if he doesn’t look down it’ll be easier for him to not get psyched out, and looking at Chan’s face is probably his favorite pastime anyway. Chan smiles down at him encouragingly, and Felix finds himself drifting away in those lovely, galaxy-filled eyes, only to yelp in shock when that massive cock breaches him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix realizes he’s whimpering, his hands slapping weakly at Chan’s chest. “Oh my God, fuck, what the fuck. I’m sorry hyung, sorry, sorry—”
Chan stops in his movements and makes a soft, inquiring noise, looking down at him curiously.
“Why are you sorry?”
“It won’t fit.” Felix is mortified to realize there is wetness welling up in his eyes. He clenches down on the intrusion inside him, stomach fluttering in panic.
“Aw, baby,” Chan coos. There’s a smirk on his face that Felix has never seen before, amused and a little mean in a way that’s completely unlike the kind and caring alpha Felix knows. “Hyung warned you, didn’t he? But someone was a bit too cocky, hm?” He wipes gently at Felix’s tears, smudging them beneath his thumb. “And now you’re reaping what you sowed.”
He leans forward to press a soft kiss to Felix’s cheek. The movement causes his cock to shove in just a bit deeper, causing Felix to shriek in surprise. Felix would almost think it was an accident, if not for the cruel curve of his mouth, evident against the soft flesh of his cheek. But then Chan pulls back and looks down at Felix, his smirk thawing into something just little bit sweeter.
“Were you all talk? I can stop, if you want.” His tone is both amused and pitying, but not at all disappointed, as if this is exactly what he expected. Somehow, that makes Felix feel worse, shame and arousal burning like magma beneath his skin.
“No! No.” Felix's desperation is palpable. Embarrassment prickles at his eyes and the back of his neck. “Please, Channie. I-I can take it, really.”
“Yeah?" Chan raises a dubious eyebrow. “You were just whining that you couldn’t, baby.”
“I can!” Felix yelps. He clenches down carefully on the cockhead still nestled in his cunt, whimpering. “I can, I swear. I just…”
His voice trails off pitifully. Chan hums again.
“You just need a little bit of help, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Felix nods, humiliation stinging his eyes.
“You want hyung to make it fit, honey?”
Make. Felix’s head is swimming. He imagines Chan holding him down, forcing him to take his cock even as he tries to scramble away.
“Yes, hyung,” Felix agrees stupidly. If “cock-dumb” were an entry in the dictionary, his picture would take up the whole damn page. He’s going to die, he knows it, but he still whispers, “Please.”
“Last chance to back out, I mean it,” Chan murmurs. His fingers dig into Felix’s hips, brands in his flesh. “Do you trust me, baby?”
“Yes,” Felix cries. He throws his arms over his eyes. “Trust you, hyung, make me take it." He hiccups. "Wanna be good for you, Chris.”
Chan inhales sharply. Felix sniffles and wriggles his hips, moaning as Chan’s cock nudges just a bit deeper. He breathes shallowly, heart fluttering in his chest. Chan’s fingers flex, then dig in once again, holding Felix firmly in place as he begins his glacial assault.
Felix’s eyes roll back so far in his head he fears he’ll never be able to see properly again. Chan’s cock just seems to keep going, and going, and going, and all he can do is take and take and take. It feels like Chan is pushing up through his stomach into his lungs and up into his throat, laying claim to every part of him.
Maybe this is divine punishment. Maybe the lock and key necklaces were God’s way of warning Felix that if he pushed his luck he would inevitably pay for his hubris and perish impaled on Chan’s dick. Felix finds himself thinking that he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. He's been dreaming about this since what feels like forever, so he’ll take Chan’s entire cock or die trying. Doesn’t matter if he’s complaining and crying the entire time, he’ll do it, and he knows Chan will make sure he does, too.
It doesn’t hurt that Chan seems to like seeing Felix rendered a blubbering mess on his cock. He kisses the droplets that streak down Felix’s face, offering sweet nothings and praises as he fucks bit by bit into Felix’s waiting and willing heat.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Chan says, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles above Felix’s hip bones. Felix spasms, grabbing at his pretty wrists beseechingly.
“How much is there left?” he demands, unable to hide the alarm in his voice.
“Almost there.”
“J-just. Get it in me,” Felix babbles. “Please, Channie, just stuff it all in. I’m gonna go crazy, I can’t—”
Felix squeals when Chan abruptly does as he's told, forcing him open with a brutal thrust. Felix's voice sounds alien to his own ears, the normally deep bass rendered high-pitched and reedy. Distantly, he feels Chan’s hips hit the back of his ass, and he realizes he’s done it, he has Chan entirely inside him.
His mind shatters into a kaleidoscope of pleasure at the revelation, and he shudders apart as the orgasm hits him like a freight train. He feels himself squeezing down, hears Chan’s hissed curses, squirming and writhing as the world devolves into light around him.
When Felix finally comes to, it’s to Chan smattering kisses to his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, each press of his lips as soft as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. When Felix opens his eyes, he’s immediately greeted by Chan’s eyes boring into him, meteor bright and burning.
“Hi,” Felix says hoarsely. He clenches weakly down on Chan’s cock, still cradled deep inside him, pleasure zipping up his spine.
“Look at you,” Chan says, pride and awe dripping from his voice, cascading over Felix like molten caramel. “You took it all. You did so well, honey.”
Felix preens, but he’s not given long to rest on his laurels, as Chan continues, “Now you just need to take my knot, hm?”
Felix’s stomach swoops, nervous arousal bubbling in his veins. “W-wait—”
“Shh. Just a little more. I believe in you. Just a little more, baby.”
Chan is pulling out and fucking back into him before Felix can put up a show of protest. Gone is the slow, careful pace Chan had used to work him open—he pulls out and slams back in, setting a deep and ruthless rhythm that has Felix thrashing, completely overwhelmed.
Is it possible to be fucked brainless? Felix feels his brain oozing out of his ears, dripping down his face and probably mixing with his tears. As Chan rocks into him the key necklace swings between them, a glittering pendulum. His poor pussy is never going to be the same, he’s sure of it, his insides are getting battered open to fit Chan perfectly. As if occupying his heart and brain isn’t enough, Chan has the gall to rearrange Felix’s guts and claim his space there too.
He feels Chan’s knot begin to swell, catching on his rim, a delicious threat. It’s unable to gain entrance, but Felix knows it’s only a matter of time.
“Chris,” Felix sobs. He’s drooling, mind-numbed with pleasure and pain. “‘S too much, you’re gonna ruin me—”
“Good,” Chan grunts. Sweat drips down his brow and onto Felix’s face, mingling with his tears. “Good, let me ruin you for anyone else. Gonna knot you, Lixie, breed your pretty little cunt—”
Felix’s body seizes with panic and desire, his pussy spasming in response. “No, no, can’t, slow down hyung, p-please, s’too much. I can’t take it, can’t—”
It’s the wrong thing to say, if he actually wanted mercy. Felix sees the way Chan’s gaze darkens into something unreadable, gleaming like volcanic glass.
“You can,” Chan promises. “You will. Shh, baby, it will fit, it will. I’ll make it.”
A particularly punishing thrust forces his knot all the way inside, locking them together as Chan floods his insides with molten warmth. It seems to keep going and going, until Felix is so full of cock and cum he’s afraid he’ll actually explode in a disgusting supernova. Felix comes with a wail, the blissed out expression on Chan’s face burnt into the back of his eyelids.
They’re both left breathing heavily in the aftermath, a sticky mess of body fluids and limbs. Felix melts against the pillows and pulls Chan to rest on top of him, their chests heaving in tandem, luxuriating in sensation of Chan’s bulk pressing him into the bed. He’s nothing but a puddle of slick and cum and feelings and deconstructed human goo, anchored in place by the heavy weight of Chan’s cock inside him and the rest of his body around him.
Chan chuckles, the noise airy and quiet. Felix is mollified by how he actually sounds a bit winded. “Looks like you were right, Lix.”
“Mmf?”
Chan lifts his head. Felix’s pulse skips a beat at the soft expression on his face.
“You really were able to take my cock. You did so good, baby.”
Felix is reminded of his own words, those damned words that got him into this situation in the first place. He flushes and croaks out, “Chris, I was literally crying about how I couldn’t.”
But you knew I could take it anyway. Warmth blooms in his chest, his omega glowing with satisfaction.
“Yeah,” Chan agrees. “But you didn’t give up, did you? Proud of you, sunshine.”
Felix groans, tucking his own giddy smile into the curve of Chan’s neck. “You are not giving me a pep talk about taking your giant monster dick right now.”
Chan just giggles. Felix hisses as they’re rolled over, Chan’s knot tugging at his sensitive rim. They settle, Felix resting on Chan’s chest, and Felix tries not to mourn the loss of his weighted blanket, or writhe at the way gravity seems to pull him even more heavily on Chan’s cock. He’s quickly mollified by the feeling of gentle fingers stroking through his hair, down his spine and onto his back, skittering delicately over bare skin.
“How was it for you, Lixie?” Chan asks absently, playing idly with a lock of Felix’s hair.
“Good. Unbelievably good. You really did ruin me for anyone else,” Felix mumbles, more puddle than person against Chan’s chest. “How was it for you, Chris?”
“Somehow even better than I imagined,” Chan murmurs. "Don't know how that's even possible."
“You imagined it?” Felix asks, half-drifted off into the post-orgasm haze. It doesn’t dawn on him what he’s said until he feels Chan freeze beneath him, clarity washing over him like an ice-cold bath.
His heart is pounding in his chest. He feels like it's running, running towards a cliff’s edge, and he’s about to find out if he can fly. Slowly, he lifts his head.
The look on Chan’s face is one of clear panic and guilt. The beginnings of hope, bright and ephemeral, fizz beneath Felix’s skin.
“Lix,” Chan whispers. “I’m sorry, I—”
“You imagined it, Chris?” Felix repeats. Chan’s knot lodged inside him means there’s nowhere for him to run, but Felix still grasps his face in his hands for good measure. Chan swallows heavily, his eyes never straying from Felix’s gaze. Emboldened, Felix presses closer, clenching down proprietarily on the knot still stuffed inside his cunt. “Because I did.”
Chan swallows heavily. He gestures at where they are still knotted together, voice tremulous and uncertain. “Like, this in general? Or do you mean, you were thinking of me, specifically?”
Felix sits up and arcs his back, displaying the soft flesh of his belly and the way it is distended in the shape of Chan’s cock. The sight of it has his head swimming, some part of him still unable to believe that this had really happened. But there it is, physical, undeniable proof. Felix reaches for Chan’s hand and lifts it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to roughened knuckles.
“It’s only ever been you,” Felix confesses. “Who else would I think of, Chris?”
“Lix,” Chan whispers. Felix watches him longingly, tracing the swollen, marshmallow softness of his mouth. When Chan doesn’t do anything else, Felix feels something in him calcify, the fizzy bright hope congealing into something nauseating and cold.
“Didn’t you think of me too?” Felix asks, voice small and brittle. He feels his lip wobble, a lump in his throat. He looks down, afraid of what he might see.
Warm hands cup his cheeks, forcing him to look up.
“Of course I did,” Chan says softly. The expression on his face is awed, like he can’t believe what he is seeing. He holds Felix like he’s the most precious thing in the universe. “You’re all I can think of, Felix. All I’ve ever wanted.” Then, dazedly, he adds, “I can’t believe this is real. I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Felix laughs wetly. He leans down to claim a kiss, sighing as Chan melts against him. In this moment of distraction he trails his hand down, running it appreciatively over the fantastic curve of Chan’s ass before he gives it a nice, big pinch. He swallows Chan’s yelp, cackling when the alpha pulls him away to give him a look.
“You’re not dreaming,” Felix says cheekily, patting the abused area sweetly. The faux annoyance melts away as Chan laughs. He yanks Felix deeper into his lap in retaliation, giggling when it’s Felix’s turn to yelp from overstimulation. Their lips slot together again and again, and Felix finds three words floating to the surface through the haze of contentment and joy, resting on the tip of his tongue. He presses them into Chan’s skin, squirming in pleasure when Chan presses his answer into the corner of his mouth in return.
“I love you, too.”