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HYUNJIN

They didn't start as rivals. Not at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

When Felix first entered JYP, Hyunjin’s impression of him was the same as everybody’s who got to know him: a shy little guy, with a beautiful face and a voice so deep it brought chills to everyone's spine.

Hyunjin was delighted with the way Felix was always after him, trying to make friends, asking him for tips on dancing. Never having been the modest type, he became even more full of himself seeing that guy, who was already a great dancer by the way, asking him for advice nonstop.

The friendship happened naturally, thanks to Felix’s relentlessness. Everyone loved that little ray of sunshine and to be his favorite made Hyunjin cocky. Made him believe that maybe there was something more to it.

He was used to being popular. The high school prince with a beauty so unquestionable that got him appointed visual of Stray Kids before the group even debuted.

What he was not used to was being rejected.

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Although Felix was always obviously handsome, in Hyunjin's mind he was first categorized in the lines of cute and endearing. A sweet boy that needed to be protected.

That category changed as the years went on and Hyunjin watched him lose his childish figures and childish ways, right before his eyes. He watched Felix gain sharper lines on his face, slim muscles on his body, and a mischievous undertone to his posture. A poise in his demeanor that made it clear he didn't need protection anymore.

People began to ask him about Felix. If he was seeing anyone, if Hyunjin thought they had a chance with him. Hyunjin could not have that. He didn't nurture that boy into a man for someone else to enjoy the feast.

There was no doubt in Hyunjin’s mind that Felix would want him. Everybody wanted him, and he made the most of this. For the past years, he had lived the best life. Collecting hook-ups, never getting attached, enjoying the pros of being a young, beautiful idol.

Maybe it was time to settle down with someone for a bit.

Felix seemed like the perfect choice for the position. He was gorgeous, talented and had become as desired in the industry as Hyunjin was. The fact that they were already friends was a nice bonus. If someone was supposed to have Felix, it should be him. They would be the royal couple of that place.

Until Felix said no.

Hyunjin hadn’t actually asked. He just kissed him. And Felix kissed him back. Let him taste those perfect lips in a skillful kiss that made it obvious this was not his first time. He let Hyunjin have that. A kiss so perfect it had altered the chemistry of his brain. One single kiss. Before pulling away and telling him that he had misunderstood things.

“I’m sorry, Hyunjin. I don't know what made you think otherwise, but I don't see you in that way. We are in the same group. We are almost like brothers. This would be too messy. I have a clear plan for my future and I'm not willing to jeopardize it. I hope you understand and that we can still be friends.”

Friends. Yeah, right.

FELIX

“You do what I couldn't do, ok!?”

Mrs. Lee's words followed Felix all the way from Sidney to Seoul. They accompanied him still, and he was sure they would never leave his mind or his heart. They were his mantra. His mission.

His mother had dreamed of becoming an idol. A dream that could never be fulfilled, due to his grandmother's ideas of what was respectable behavior for a young girl.

Now Felix was given the opportunity to accomplish what she couldn't, and he would not take that for granted. He would become the biggest idol in the industry. Make his mother proud. That was his main goal.

The easiest way to achieve it? Connecting with the right people.

Bang Chan was a no brainer. He was elite. To be on his team was to be on the path to success. And, as luck seemed to be on Felix's side, he was aussie like him.

Felix wasn’t an asshole. He didn't just see Chan as a way to his means. He admired the leadership in him. How he had endured seven years as a trainee without losing his caring side. Felix wanted to learn from him. The bond between them was genuine. They had a piece of home in each other, and this was an unmeasurable gift.

Through Chan, he met the people who would become his family. Who would walk the path to success alongside him, help him accomplish all his life ambitions, support him on his worst falls and celebrate his greatest achievements. He would do the same for them. Together they could conquer anything.

Lee Minho instantly became a true older brother. Their relationship was easy, comfortable. They would always eat together, talking about things of no consequence. Minho helped him with korean, he helped Minho with english. It really felt like they had grown up together.

Seo Changbin was his rock and his laughter. A reliable, constant presence. Offering support or crazy jokes. Anything you need it. Binnie-hyung was the one to go to for a shoulder to cry on, sincere advice, or an efficient cheer up time.

Born only one day apart from him, Han Jisung was the other half of the so-called Sunshine Twins. Having as many similarities as they had differences, their outgoing spirit brought them close. Together they were always brightening up the dullest moments, with something so silly that no one would be able to hold back their laughs.

His best friend came in the form of Kim Seungmin. And that was kinda crazy because they were total opposites. He was an extrovert, Seungmin was an introvert. He was sloppy, Seungmin was tidy. He was a technology geek, Seungmin appeared to have been born in 1900. Yet, somehow, they just clicked. Minnie was his first roommate and would forever be his first choice.

The maknae was the apple of his eyes. Of the entire group's eyes, if they were gonna be honest. Yang Jeongin was sweet and feisty. The youngest got used to getting his way, either using his cute foxy smile or being a total brat. But he could be the most mature sometimes, taking care of his hyungs like it was his second nature.

Among them, Hwang Hyunjin stood out in Felix's eyes at first sight. The man was a star from the beginning. Tall, handsome, talented, confident. He was everything Felix wanted to be.

Getting close to him was not as easy as it was with Chan, but Felix didn't give up until he succeeded. Always hyping him up, asking for tips and advice on dancing and stage presence. Anything that could help him improve his skills. But he didn't just take. He gave as well. He gave his friendship. He cared.

Felix would pursue his goals without stepping on anyone. Along with the relentlessness and determination, his mother also taught him to be good. To be kind and to help others. He would never let go of these principles.

Some of Hyunjin's confidence eventually rubbed it in on Felix. As the years passed, his features became sharper, his movements became lewder and all the eyes that once saw him as sweet and innocent began to look at him with dripping desire.

It was good. Being wanted. Having people to blow off steam with. To help him take the edge of spending every day with a smoking hot brunet he was supposed to see only as his brother, but had a really hard time doing so.

Felix would never allow himself to have anything with a group member, even though he had heard of Hyunjin’s reputation and was curious as hell. But if things went south, all his plans would be at risk. This was unnegotiable. Don't shit where you eat, right!?

His ambitions were his priority. His mother’s pride.

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This resolve was put to a test on a day like any other.

It was not uncommon for him and Hyunjin to stay for hours in bed, sharing music recommendations, talking about life, about work. Never about crushes or hook-ups, though. It was like they didn't want to admit to seeing each other under these lenses. Trying to keep their relationship chaste and harmless.

That night he could definitely see that Hyunjin was looking at him under those lenses. Between some tickling that Felix couldn't possibly remember how it started, he found himself pinned into bed, Hyunjin's knees straddling him, those big hands holding his wrists above his head, that sultry gaze extinguishing any laughter from his lungs. Any air, for that matter.

“What?” He was gasping. Lips parted.

“Hun?” Came the dumb answer. Hyunjin seemed hypnotized. Eyes fixed on Felix’s lips. He looked ready to devour him. And Felix was ready to let him.

“Why are you looking at me like this? Let me go.” He thought he was fighting to be released. He really wasn't.

Hyunin’s voice came out hoarse, as if he was coming back from sleep, although Felix had never seen him more awake. “You are too pretty for me to let go.”

The words were rapidly followed by action. In a second Hyunjin closed the distance between them. First, it was just a graze of lips. Felix had the time to protest. To turn his face. To stop that from going any further.

He didn't.

Could anyone blame him?

All his wet dreams were coming true.

The hottest man in the world was kissing him. Sue him for indulging a little. Or a lot.

At the realization that Felix was not stopping him, Hyunjin became bolder.

He traced the other’s lips with his tongue, asking for access. Felix gave him what he wanted, parting his lips again, feeling that delicious tongue invades his mouth. It was so much better than he had imagined.

To kiss him back was not a decision. It was a reflex. His tongue just worked on its own, chasing Hyunjin's, swirling it, tasting it. His teeth found themselves alive when they bit the brunet’s plump, juicy bottom lip. The moan that came out of Hyunjin's throat being engraved immediately in his brain.

It lasted much longer than it should. Especially since it shouldn't have happened in the first place. But it was worth every minute. Their mouths fit like they were made for each other. Their rhythm as familiar as it was on stage. They kissed like they danced. And they were the best that was.

Felix didn't know yet how he was gonna be able to move on from this. To look at those lips and prevent himself from wanting more. But he had too.

After they eventually parted their lips apart, grasping for air, Felix began to regain consciousness. To remember why this couldn't happen. Ever.

He pulled himself up and straightened his back. Gathering all his willpower to do what had to be done.

“I’m sorry, Hyunjin. I don't know what made you think otherwise, but I don't see you in that way. We are in the same group. We are almost like brothers. This would be too messy. I have a clear plan for my future and I'm not willing to jeopardize it. I hope you understand and that we can still be friends.”

Half was true. Half wasn't. But it was imperious for Felix that Hyunjin was discouraged. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist if the brunet ever tried for more. He was barely resisting now, as the words flew out of his mouth and he fought the urge to jump Hyunjin right there, to keep going from where they had stopped.

“Oh! I’m… I’m sorry! I didn't mean… to…” Hyunjin was scrambling for words, getting out of bed and pulling his hoodie down, trying to hide how hard he was. Felix wasn't much better, so he rapidly grabbed a pillow to cover his crotch.

“It's ok, Hyune. It was the heat of the moment. I guess we’re under a lot of stress with the comeback biting at our ankles. It happens. Let's just forget it, ok!?” Felix had no hope of forgetting this, but he was gonna have to endure it.

“Yeah. Stress. The comeback. That's it. Sorry, Felix. It won't happen again. I have to go now.”

While professing his apologies, he vanished through the door, leaving Felix with the feeling that this would change their relationship in an unrepairable way.  

HYUN LIX

The path to Hyunjin's home was a 10-minute walk. More than enough time for his feelings (and the tent on his pants) to calm down. Or so he hoped.

Gladly, his three roommates were already locked in their own bedrooms by the time he got home.

He walked into the bathroom still stone hard. Cold sweat damping his hairline. The memory of the kiss burning inside his mind.

On the other dorm, still lying on his bed, Felix didn't want to give in to desire. It was not like he had never jerked off thinking of Hyunjin. He was just a guy, after all. But that was before. It was all imagination. He could rule it out as fantasy.

Now it was too real. The taste, the pace, the moans. He could still feel it, hear it. It was too dangerous. It was inevitable.

The shower was supposed to relax him. But nothing seemed to do the trick. He closed his eyes under the water, and the image of Felix giggling immediately resurfaced. It started like that. Almost too innocent.

The blond laughing, trapped between his knees. Wrists pinned to the pillow over this head. Bare face. Freckles like golden powder on his flustered cheeks. Lips parted and chest heaving. He was just so beautiful. “How could I resist?”

To be wanted by the object of your desire: what a powerful feeling. Felix couldn't shake Hyunjin's predatory gaze out of his mind, as his hands slid through his crotch. He wanted to be consumed by the fire that burned in those eyes.

The memory of Hyunjin’s tight grip on his wrists made him clutch the base of his cock. Instant pleasure immediately knocking down any resistance he was still trying to maintain. He was gonna have to get this out of his system. One last time.

Hyunjin’s thumb pressured his own slit, holding in the precum. His hand was sliding through his shaft, fueled by Felix’s taste still on his lips. Sweet and sinful. Such a dangerous combination.

He increased speed, remembering the blond’s tongue taking ownership of his mouth, his teeth biting on his bottom lip. He couldn’t hold the moan back on that bed, and he couldn’t now. That kiss...

Hyunjin had watched the shy demeanor in Felix be overthrown by confidence, but to feel that confidence in every slip of his tongue... That was something he had not prepared for.

Jerking off didn’t seem to be enough to soothe the amount of eagerness in Felix at that moment. He yearned for those lips again, to go past his mouth, to suck at his neck, to bite him back, to eat him whole.

He used his free hand to reach for his nightstand, where he kept a bullet vibrator. It felt good inserting it through his rim. The minimum speed was enough to take him to the edge. His hands tightened the grip on his cock, his thumb teasing the slit, gathering precum that assisted on the slide. “Hyunjin… why did you have to do this?” His words were a supplication trapped between lustful moans.

The thought of Felix being with other people filled Hyunjin with rage, which only boosted his arousal. “How could he be the one pinned to bed, but I be the one feeling dominated? Where did he learn to do that with his tongue, with his teeth? With whom did he learn? It should have been me!”

Hyunjin stroked his cock almost painfully. Possessiveness firing him up. “You’ll be mine, Felix. One way or another. You’ll be mine!” Hot strings of cum shot out of him with uncommon strength, rapidly traveling from the bathroom’s tiles into the drain. He’d never had an orgasm so strong from jerking off. This was Felix’s doing, and this realization only made Hyunjin want him more.

As if the claim he so desperately wanted had reached him even from a distance, Felix came at the same time. Just as hard. His legs were trembling, his breathing was failing him, and all he could think was how he wanted to have Hyunjin on top of him again.

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FELIX

They didn’t recover from that kiss. On the first weeks past it, they became extremely awkward around each other. No more hugs or any kind of skinship. No more late-night conversations in bed, ice cream dates by the river or private dance practice sessions. They would socialize only around the other guys, and even on official content it was becoming noticeable the change in their relationship.

After an entire day of practice during which he and Hyunjin barely exchanged two words, Chan finally questioned him about it. “Hey, mate. Are you ok?”

Knowing that their leader was not one to pry, he decided that the best course of action was to deflect. He probably wouldn’t insist on details if noticing that Felix didn’t want to talk about it. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You and Hyunjin seem kinda off for a few weeks now. Did you two get into a fight or something? You used to be all lovey-dovey, rolling on the floor like two puppies. Now you’re not even talking properly.” The concern in his tone was one of a leader, but also of a friend. He would worry about the group as much as he cared for them as individuals. As his family. 

Although Felix felt bad about lying to Chan, he couldn’t let anyone know what had happened between him and Hyunjin. He settled for half-truth. “Yeah... I think there might have been a little misunderstanding between us. I should fix that. Thanks for pointing it out, Chan-hyung.”

Their leader seemed to be satisfied with the answer and let him be. “That’s good. If you need anything, I’m here, ok?!”

“Sure, hyung. Thank you.” It was normal for Felix to take responsibility for trying to mend things before the other person. It was expected of him. That was clearly why Channie had chosen to talk to him, and not to Hyunjin.

He did try, once or twice, to solve things.

The first time was easy enough. They just agreed to put that nonsense behind them and keep going like nothing happened. Obviously, it didn't go as planned. The interactions between them would go from something like two people who were mere acquaintances to extremely lewd looks exchanged across the room.

Refusing to admit defeat, he gave it one more try, when opportunity presented itself. It had worked in his favor that the guys left the practice studio early, and he suddenly found himself alone with a Hyunjin too absorbed in his solo choreography to realize it in time to escape.

Felix approached him with care, mesmerized by his movements. Hyunjin danced with the grace of a willow in the wind. Effortless, flexible, perfect. His body looked like one of a greek god, highlighted by the tight black tank top and those sinful grey sweatpants he was wearing. Swallowing hard, Felix shook his head to clear his mind before speaking. 

“Hyunie, can we talk?” The familiar nickname was meant to ease his way in. To remind the other that they were friends. Long time friends. To convince himself they could continue to be so. 

With startled eyes, Hyunjin froze mid spin, immediately looking around, searching for a way out. ‘Cause whenever they were left alone, a sultry vibe would fill the space between them. A pull so strong both of them rapidly discovered it was too hard to resist.

Not finding a way out, Hyunjin assumed a nonchalant expression. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

For anyone else, the brunet would sound normal. A person without a care in the world. Not to Felix. He knew him too well. Knew the slightest waver in his voice that gave away how nervous he was, trapped in that hot, damp room with him. He knew, because he was feeling the same.

“You know what about. We talked after…” Felix couldn’t bring himself to say the word. To say “the kiss”. It felt too heavy. Too full of meaning. “After that night. You said we were fine. That nothing would change between us. But it feels changed. It doesn’t feel the same at all.”

Felix watched as Hyunjin’s expression went from nonchalance to smugness. He couldn't put his finger on which of his words had caused that turn in the other’s demeanor, but it happened like it always did. Everything became heavy around them. The pull worked against their will and, without being able to escape this time, Hyunjin stopped holding back. He slid into Felix’s personal space with the same grace he was dancing seconds ago.

The warmth of his body eliciting goosebumps on Felix’s skin, the smell of his sweat weakening the blond’s knees. He always had a thing for Hyunjin’s sweat. That intoxicating scent that always blurred his senses, fuzzing any coherent thought in his mind. He should have moved, but his body didn’t seem willing to obey him.

“Do you miss having skinship with me, Yongbok-ah?” Hyunjin was too close. Felix could feel his cheeks flustered as Hyunjin’s breath brushed his ear. “I can give you skinship, if that’s what you want. Just say the words. Ask, Yongbok-ah.”

Sultry, lustful, lewd. There were not enough words to describe the tone in Hyunjin’s voice. He hadn’t said anything explicit, but the implicit was perfectly clear. And Felix wanted it so bad! But he couldn’t. If one single (delicious) kiss had already messed up with their relationship, what else could happen if they went further? No. He had plenty of opportunities to have sex. He had a couple regular partners, and the line of candidates would not stop growing. He didn’t need Hyunjin. He really didn’t.

Felix forced himself to take a step back, to distance himself from that muscular, toned, deliciously smelling, perfect body he definitely didn’t need.

“That’s not what I meant, Hyunjin.” The nickname was gone now. His voice hoarse with the desire he was barely concealing. A hint of anger at the edges of his tone, for not being able to control how Hyunjin made him feel. “But I think that maybe we need more time. For you to come to your senses. Things will fall back into place, eventually. I have to go now. We’ll talk later.”

He put his practice bag on his shoulder and rapidly evaded the room. Movements harsher than he intended, looking back just one more time, capturing on his side eye the arrogant smirk Hyunjin held in his mouth.         

That stupid smirk made him understand that it wouldn’t be easy for him to pretend either. To go back to their old dynamics like nothing happened. If he felt Hyunjin’s warmth against him one more time, the memories of that night would never leave him. The desire for more would win over any rationalization his mind could try to conjure.   

So, he added his own bricks to the wall that had begun to form between them. In no time, it became so tall and wide he could not see any way past it. “It’s for the best.”, he would tell himself every day. “I must focus on my career now. We just have to give it time for this to be forgotten and eventually we will be friends again.”       

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Nothing was forgotten and the tension between them actually began to increase, as an innocent comment made by a skijigi fueled Felix’s competitive side.

“Are Hyunjin-ssi and Felix-ssi battling for the position of ‘SKZ’s member with the most followers on Instagram’? It's like watching a horse race! I guess that's why brands are fighting themselves to secure them as ambassadors, right!?”

Everyone laughed with the light comment, which was meant clearly as a compliment to both of them. The members and the staff congratulated them for becoming so popular and for helping hype up Stray Kids as a brand. But the moment Felix crossed eyes with Hyunjin, a fire started to burn on his gut. He wanted to be the best. For his mother. For himself.

And in that quick exchange, as he locked sight with those sharp eyes, he could see the spark of a challenge being accepted. It was on!

HYUNJIN

“Oh, Hyunjinnie ~~” He would recognize that voice singsonging his name miles away.

Hyunjin was sitting in the dressing room with his eyes closed, getting make-up and hair done for one more music show, when Felix came in wavering his phone.

“Guess my horse is faster than yours.” The blond was smirking, with his Instagram profile opened, amused by the fact he had surpassed Hyunjin’s follower’s number once again.

Without having found their way back to the friendship they once had, a new dynamic developed between them. It was all teasing, bickering and bragging now. A sexual tension that refused to dissolve itself and had to be disguised as rivalry.

The skinship definitely didn’t come back, but they were friendly enough in front of the guys for them not to question too much. Making them believe they had just outgrown that clinginess and that this was their new normal.

Hyunjin felt right in his element when awkwardness shifted into bickering. He had tried, in the first weeks, to avoid being alone with the blond, not to surrender to the temptation of provoking him and making him sweat. Although he really wanted Felix to himself, he had to admit that his arguments about them being in the same group and all that stuff about jeopardizing their future made sense. So, he tried. But he lost the battle against himself way too quickly. Because it was so fun seeing Felix become all flustered whenever he teased him. And now he was discovering it was even more fun to see him tease him back. To provoke, upon being provoked.

Felix was known for being nice and sweet. These were definitely some of his qualities. It was just not all he was. Hyunjin knew he had a malicious side to him and was having the time of his life seeing him drop the perfect little angel act.

With the make-up and hair stylist finishing his touch ups and leaving the room, he found himself just like he wanted: alone with Felix.

“My little Lixie is so insecure. Monitoring our followers 24/7. So desperate to be the best. I'll still close a brand ambassadorship before you, though.” Hyunjin could see the rage filling Felix's eyes. He loved to see him angry. To affect him in any way he could. And to go for his competitive side always worked like magic.

“You wish! Maybe if you put more effort into being sociable. It's not just about the followers, you know!? Anyone can post pretty pictures. Try climbing out of your introvert shell. That could actually give you a chance against me.” Felix was always bragging about his social skills, and Hyunjin had to admit this was a fight he would never win.

He was trying to think of a snark remark just to keep the back-and-forth going, when Felix gave him all the ammunition he needed. “By the way, I’m not yours, and don't call me little.”

The opportunity was too obvious to miss.

“Mhmmm… You may not be mine, but you are little, aren't you!?” He started to walk towards Felix, just to see him backing away, clearly trying to keep a safe distance. “About the previews thing… we could fix that.” Hyunjin didn't want to be safe.

“Please, Hyunjin. Like you could handle me.” Felix scoffed, showing that confidence again. The same one Hyunjin felt during their kiss. He needed to know what else the blond was hiding under that cute ray of sunshine look. “Go back to your countless hook-ups. They will keep praising you until you feel good about yourself again.”

A little smirk made itself noted on Hyunjin’s mouth upon the reveal of Felix's interest in his private life. “Are you keeping track of my hook-ups, Yongbokie?”

Felix would never admit the extent of his interest in the matter, so he did what was his specialty: he deflected. “Of course not. You’re just not very subtle.”

Hyunjin kept the ball rolling, enjoying their exchange. “But you are. Very subtle indeed. The perfect and innocent little angel in everyone’s eyes. Until that night, I never knew you had so much… experience.”

Talking about that night was another weapon he liked to use to make Felix squirm. Except it didn't work exactly as it used to anymore. Since their little rivalry began, the aussie wouldn’t fluster on such comments so easily. On the contrary…

“Did I blow your mind with just a kiss, Hyunjinnie?” Felix was so full of himself he was glowing. Competitiveness really suited him. He approached Hyunjin this time, lowering his voice, making it so deep the brunet felt his cock twitch. “My sweet Hyunjin… I’ll give you one piece of advice, for old times sake: quality matters more than quantity.”

“I thought you said you were not mine.” Hyunjin's voice was nothing but a whisper.

“I'm not.” He deadpanned. “But you are dying to be mine, aren't you!?” With a devilish wink, Felix passed his hand behind Hyunjin and opened the door the brunet didn’t even realize he was up against, exiting the dressing room. He kept standing there, knowing Felix was right. Hyunjin was dying to be his.

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FELIX

While the brands were still testing their individual reach and how much their social media engagement translated into actual sales before deciding on ambassadorship deals, the media outlets were making the most of their joint popularity. 

After the success of their first photoshoot together, that happened previous to the whole “kiss debacle”, it was no surprise when Cosmopolitan and Noblesse Men contacted JYP and requested the two of them for their covers as well. 

No surprise for the company, that is. As for Felix, he was caught completely off guard. Now that their relationship was so taut, the idea of shooting alone with Hyunjin again was enough to get him agitated, to say the least.

“Isn't it weird that both magazines asked for us at the same time? The two will be out in the same month. Is it really ok?” He questioned the staff during the briefing meeting, wishing that maybe there was a way out of this.

“Absolutely fine! It’s all about ‘Hyunlix’ these days. Everybody wants a piece of you two. This will be a great opportunity to showcase your individual charming points and to use your popularity to expand Stray Kids’ name.” Their manager explained, quite excited.

This was exactly what he wanted. To grow alongside SKZ, one success assisting the other. He would just have to endure Hyunjin’s shenanigans until they were done with it. 

Although he was having fun engaging in the brunet’s provocations, fighting back and seeing him sweat a little, Felix had to admit it was getting hard to resist the urge to put those provocations to the test.

And that was the difference between them: he was the only one resisting.

“The shooting will take a few days, you were saying?” Hyunjin proceeded with the conversation. Felix could see the amusement on his face, like he was already envisioning how he would test his boundaries during those days.

“Yes, that’s correct. We managed to schedule one after the other, at nearby studios. But the studios are outside of Seoul, so we'll be in a hotel for the duration of the shooting.” All details were being shown to them on a tablet. “It will take a whole weekend. We’ll get there on Friday morning and leave on Monday. Since the hotel will be a little busy during those days, the entire team will have to share rooms. You two will room together, of course.” 

“We will?” Felix's voice came out a little higher pitched than he intended. Three days sharing a room with Hyunjin? That was his worst nightmare and his most secret dream wrapped into one.

Seeing the blond’s startled eyes made the skijigi genuinely confused. “Well, yeah. You have been friends forever and have shared rooms millions of times. What could be the problem?” 

He was 100% right. It was the obvious option and there was no way out of this that wouldn't look suspicious.

“No problem.” Felix answered feeling defeated. “It's just been a while since we shared a room. I was surprised, that's all.” He recovered quickly, reestablishing the lightness of his tone and giving that sunny smile that always eased the mood of any room.

“But it’ll be fun, don't you think, Yongbokie!? To play roommates.” The mischievous look Hyunjin had was enough for Felix to know every thought going through his head. “Maybe the room will only have one bed, and it will feel like we’re in one of those cheap grocery store romances.”

He let out an easy laugh, playing it off as a joke. Everyone followed along, Felix included, trying to ignore the drop of sweat running down his spine at the hypothetical possibility of sharing a bed with Hyunjin for three whole nights. Especially now that he had that stupid, sexy, blue hair. So distracting!

“Oh, one more thing.” The manager called out, as everyone was wrapping up to leave. “The Noblesse Men shoot will feature Versace clothes, and we know Hyunjin-ssi is being considered as their new ambassador. Let's focus on highlighting his face card, his aura, these things you idols are praised for. You’ll help him, right Yongbok-ssi? Let him have the spotlight whenever you can.”

Great. Just great. Like things could not get worse than they already were.

HYUNJIN 

It was really difficult for Hyunjin to keep a steady face as he watched Felix trying to hide his anger behind his polite manners. At the point they were at now, competing to see who would land the first ambassadorship deal, there could be nothing more maddening to ask of Felix than to help Hyunjin out. To give him the spotlight. That, and to share a room with him. Hyunjin couldn’t guess which one of the chores was affecting his nerves more.

Felix was smiling at the staff like he always did. Telling them how he was anxious for the shooting, praising them for all the efficient adjustments that would allow the team to shoot everything in one single weekend, how clever it was of them to book the two magazines back-to-back. But Hyunjin could see on the red tone of his nape and on the way he clenched his fists how much he was hating all of this.

Hyunjin knew that the attraction he felt was reciprocated. That the “we are almost like brothers” speech was complete bullshit. He could feel Felix’s hungry gaze on him, anytime he thought no one was looking. Yet, the aussie kept avoiding any dangerous situations. Any encounter that could become tantalizing, putting him at risk of giving in to his desires. Always denying Hyunjin, and denying himself. Stubborn brat with his righteous mindset!

It's not like Hyunjin wanted to marry him. Yes, he had considered dating when he thought Felix was nothing but an innocent sunshine. But now that he knew that this was not the case, he would settle for one night at least. Whatever he could get.

After their kiss, Hyunjin decided to do some inquiring, which led him to learn that the aussie was not opposed to one-night stands. That he had his fair share of those, actually. Why couldn't it happen with him, then? He was sure that if they satiated their curiosity, they would be able to put this behind them. Maybe even be good friends again. 

Now he just needed to convince Felix about it.

✧✧✧

The hotel room, unfortunately, had two twin-size beds. 

Separated only by a small nightstand, they were not very far apart from one another, but the distance seemed enough to ease Felix’s nerves. 

Hyunjjn didn't fail to notice the exhale let out by the aussie as soon as they entered the bedroom. “I guess you're relieved now.” He couldn't resist mocking him.

“What about?” The nonchalant tone Felix tried for was not fooling anyone, as he put his bag on one of the beds and started to unpack, using the chore as an excuse to avoid Hyunjin's gaze.

“Are you really gonna pretend you were not nervous about the possibility of having to share a bed with me?” Hyunjin slid onto the free bed with a suggestive smirk on his mouth. “I bet you're still nervous. Just being in the same room… alone… for three days...” 

He took his time with each word, clearly going for an alluring speech. Using anything within his power to provoke the other.

With his hair dyed black for the photoshoot, Felix was the definition of sin. He still looked like an angel, but a dark, dangerous one. An angel that could easily condemn you to hell.

The man rolled his eyes so hard he could have seen the back of his skull. “You think everyone wants to sleep with you, hun!? It must be fun living in delululand.” 

The deadpan tone he used, trying to convey an unaffected demeanor, only made Hyunjin more eager to draw any reaction out of him. 

“Not everyone, no. But you do. Not to sleep, exactly…” He stretched his long limbs like it was an invitation. Felix denied him once again.

“How can you be so full of yourself? This is beyond confidence, Hyunjin. You're cocky, arrogant. Not a sexy feature.” The aussie was almost believable. Other people could have believed him. But Hyunjin knew that spark in his eyes. He saw it the day they kissed, and he would never forget the desire rooted there, pulling him in.

“If I didn't know you better, Yongbok…” Hyunjin began to crawl out of bed. “You think that because we never talked about our sex lives before, when we were such good friends, that I wouldn't be able to recognize your hungry look?” 

The room was not too big, taking him only a couple of steps to reach Felix. He hovered over him, close enough for the other to smell his tempting skin, but not touching. “I know you. I know you want me. You have your reasons to hold back, and I'll respect that. I won't touch you. I won't make a real move. Not until you ask me too.”

Felix realized too late his mouth agape, his glossy eyes locked on Hyunjin's sultry ones, his breath shallow as a puddle, the bulge starting to grow inside his pants. He averted his gaze and scoffed, trying to conceal the goosebumps all over his body. 

“You're crazy.” It was all his brain could come up with. He walked away, grabbing his toiletries and heading to the bathroom. “That's enough nonsense for one morning. I’m gonna take a shower. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Hyunjin smiled teasingly from across the room. “Sure, Yongbokie. You do that. Take your time. Try not to be too loud, ok!? I'll try not to listen.”

“I hate you!” Felix muttered before closing the bathroom door with a little more force than needed. 

“Keep telling yourself that…” Hyunjin said to himself, savoring his victory.

FELIX 

“Fuck him!” Felix was stone hard when he reached the bathroom.

He had in fact already showered that morning, and they had only a one-hour drive from the dorms to the hotel, during which he sat 100% still, scrolling through social media on his phone. There was no need for another shower before the schedule. He just desperately needed to get away from that room.

Away from Hyunjin’s stupid gorgeous face, his stupid woody smelling skin and, the most disturbing, his stupid, very stupid, delicious, plump lips. Those fucking lips that tasted like haven and that Felix could never erase from his memory.  

From all the people he had ever kissed, no one had tasted like Hyunjin. No one had felt like him. A perfect fit from the very first brush of lips. An electric wave that awakened his body like never before. How could it have felt so right, when it was so wrong?

Maybe that was the answer. It was nothing but the psychological effect of wanting what you couldn’t have. The thrill of tasting the forbidden fruit.

Fruit… That’s what Hyunjin’s mouth tasted like. Sweet… juicy…

“Oh, fuck!” Felix felt his treacherous cock twitch at the memory of those satin lips and that skillful tongue. He really didn’t want to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of hearing him jerking off after all his teasing so, he entered the shower even without needing one. Or maybe he did need it. A cold shower, to wash away his not-so-well-hidden cravings.

 ✧✧✧ 

The first day of shooting was torture.

They started with the Noblesse Men shoot and it was killing Felix to give Hyunjin the spotlight.

Although they weren’t competing for the Versace deal, and despite the fact he knew everything was mostly defined already, just imagining Hyunjin’s smug face bragging about closing an ambassadorship first filled him with a fire he couldn’t quite explain the source. 

It was not jealousy. It was something deeper. A desire to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. To break him down. Subdue him. To see him on his knees looking up with pleading eyes. 

What the hell am I thinking? I need to get this man out of my mind!   

The thoughts had flooded Felix’s brain without warning, making him work extra hard to keep his head on the game during the schedule.

He could not forget his principles. He didn’t need to worry about Hyunjin’s marketing deals. Just needed to focus on making his own connections and everything was bound to work out fine.

In fact, Felix was in the final stages of signing a deal himself. The women's branch of Louis Vuitton wanted him, and this fit perfectly with his ambitions. He wanted to be unique, and being a man with an ambassadorship of a feminine line was exactly the kind of thing that would separate him from the majority of the idols.

But for today, it was all about Hyunjin. Felix would have to just suck it up.

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FELIX

After an entire day of “Hyunjin-ssi, look here! Felix-ssi, could you take a step back? Let’s highlight Hyunjin-ssi's presence more for this one, ok!?”, all Felix wanted was to crawl into bed and forget everything. Every smirk on Hyunjin's obnoxious face.  

The blue haired man definitely didn't bother to conceal how much he was rejoicing with all the attention during the shoot. The oh-so-called introvert became a spotlight sucker, bathing in all the compliments, just for the sake of seeing Felix squirm.

God, he’s so conceited! He's the most self-absorbed person I've ever met! I don't even know how we could be friends before. That vain motherfucker!

Due to the Versace connection to the shooting, Hyunjin had to stay behind for a bit and Felix seized the opportunity to have their shared room for himself. He was planning to take a quick shower to relax his limbs, after what felt like a hundred hours of posing, and be fast asleep before Hyunjin could be back.

But as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, with just loose grey sweatpants on, bare chest and damp skin, he realized he shouldn't be the only one tortured that day, should he?

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin was feeling pretty good about himself as he headed back to the hotel. The photoshoot had been a success, leaving the Versace team beaming and himself one step closer to signing the deal. 

Besides the bonus of seeing Felix squirm with the effort of pretending they were perfectly good friends and that he was more than happy to help him achieve his goal, Hyunjin was indeed eager to become an ambassador for Versace. 

It was a brand with so much extravagance, sensuality, daring. A perfect fit with the persona he had created on stage and as an idol in general. 

While approaching the room, he couldn't hold back the sly smile that took over his face as the memory of Felix’s huffs and puffs during the shooting resurfaced in his mind. He loved when the compliant little angel showed his true colors, revealing his petty and bratty side.  

He opened the door sure to encounter the now brunet man fast asleep, or at least pretending to sleep, in a clear attempt to avoid him. But boy… could he be more wrong?

A bare-upper-bodied Felix, with damp skin and damp hair, was the vision before his eyes the moment he stepped on the threshold. The man was wearing only some grey sweatpants, so loose it threatened to slip from his hips, as he bent down towards the wall and his perfect round ass went up towards the door Hyunjin was standing in. As if it was being presented to him.

Fuck!

“What are you doing?” He tried for a steady voice, with no success. What came out of him was almost a squelch, but Felix didn't even flinch, completely unbothered by his presence. 

“Stretching. It was a long day.” The brunet simply stated. Like they had gone back in time, to when they all lived together and saw each other half naked, or fully naked, on a regular basis.

With his legs impeccably straight, his back was doing a flawless arch, as he bowed so low that he got his head pending between his calves and his ass was being held so high it could be floating. If Hyunjin walked forward, he was sure it would fit directly onto his crotch.

Flexible. Sexy. Devilish. Beautiful. Perfect. Hyunjin's mind was nothing but a myriad of adjectives. None seeming enough to describe what he was seeing. To put it in terms his brain could be able to understand that it was not a mirage. That this man was real. That he was there.

The first adjective did stick deeper, though. Flexible. Incredibly flexible. He felt his cock swell as the thoughts of all the ways he wanted to bend that pristine body flooded his mind.

At one point, Felix straightened his spine up, turning to face Hyunjin. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling it out of his face, with his eyes half closed and his mouth parted open. Hyunjin couldn’t tell if the aussie was deliberately acting in slow-motion, or if his own brain was betraying him, trying to make that scenery even more seductive, as if this was somehow possible. 

The brunet had his chest and face slightly blushed from the exertion of the stretching and the prolonged bent down position. A beautiful shade of pink that only highlighted his starry-like freckles. Sexy little devil.

“Could you close the door, please? I'm feeling kinda exposed here.” Felix’s low voice brought Hyunjin back from the dreamy state he was in, making him finally enter the room and close the door behind him. 

He shook his head, trying to regain some self-control. “Maybe you could put a shirt on?” 

Passing by close enough to make Hyunjin feel the warmth of his flustered skin, Felix reached for a t-shirt in his bag and put it on without further ado. As if this was a regular situation that happened every day in their current lives. His eyes landed on the bulge on the other's pants and he scoffed. “Sure, Hyunjinnie. Don't wanna get you all worked up before bed, hun!? Sleep tight.”

Not giving another glance back, Felix crawled into bed, and Hyunjin could feel that, this time, the aussie was the one savoring the victory.

FELIX 

Checking his wardrobe for the second day of shooting, Felix felt his mood steadily improve throughout the morning. He was already quite amused having witnessed Hyunjin run to the bathroom after waking up with his pants soaked, like a teenager having wet dreams. Now that the stylist was showing the clothes selected for him, he was predicting an entire day of making the man sweat furthermore.

Felix was not the most conceited type, but he was not that modest either. He knew he was handsome and desired. He knew how to use his best features and angles to impress. And the pieces presented to him that day would give him all the ammunition he needed to highlight his greatest assets.

Among the outfits there was a leather jacket with no shirt underneath, a black corset embracing his perfect little waist, a pair of really short shorts combined with a sleeveless shirt and, the cherry on top, a set of rhinestones that would make his freckles sparkle.

With each change of wardrobe, he could see Hyunjin closer to the edge. A skijigi was basically assigned to stay by his side the entire time with a tissue and a little fan, trying to control the cold sweat that wouldn’t stop oozing from his temples, while the make-up staff were running on fumes, not being able to hide his flustered face.

But suddenly, the spell turned against the wizard. Right when he was wearing the really short shorts of all times, the photographer decided to try a different pose.

“Yongbok-ssi, could you sit on Hyunjin-ssi’s lap?”

Felix froze immediately. Skinship was his Achilles Heel and he could tell that Hyunjin, who was right beside him, felt the tension that ran through his body. Like a shark smelling blood on the water.

The aussie was good at provoking at a distance, but when the bodies were too close, when he could feel Hyunjin’s warm touch, when he could sense his hot breath on his skin, then his composure would falter. Every time.

“Sure. If you think it would make a nice picture.” He was trying to keep it professional, not daring to look in Hyunjin’s direction, where he was certain he would find a stupid sly smile.

Some might think that smirk is glued to his face, I swear to God!  

“It will make the best picture! I’m positive! Hyunjin-ssi, put your hand on his knee, would you?” While she was instructing, Hyunjin pulled Felix onto his lap and promptly placed his hand on Felix’s bare thigh. “Oh! That’s even better! Don’t move!”

Apparently, Hyunjin was not very good at following instructions. Besides the first wrong hand placement, he just couldn’t sit still. He had an arm wrapped around Felix’s middle, with his other hand grabbing his waist, definitely firmer than it was needed. It’s not like I’m gonna fall!

His fingers kept tracing paths on the aussie’s skin, both on his thigh and on his waist, that he managed to reach by trespassing the hem of his shirt. Not to mention his head moving closer by the second. At one point, Hyunjin’’s nose was almost touching Felix’s neck. He felt like he was being scented, that sensual breathing making his eyelids flutter. It was all too much.

“Flawless! You guys are naturals! So much chemistry! If you ever decide to quit being idols, come work for me! Perfect models!” The photographer couldn’t hide her enthusiasm, clearly believing that their surrendered, lewd faces were a result of great acting. It was not. It was a most accurate reflection of their arousals.

The truth was that they literally couldn’t keep it in their pants anymore, and Felix had no other choice than to run and hide in the bathroom as soon as the shooting was over, until his bulge had withered enough for him to show himself in public again.

HYUNJIN

Who chose those outfits for him, God dammit?

Hyunjin still hadn't recovered from the embarrassment of waking up soaked in cum like a teenager, and now he was being faced with yet another kind of torture.

The same bare-chest-six-pack combo that had haunted him the night before was being paraded in front of him this morning, only half covered by a sexy leather jacket. Then that impossibly narrow waist was trapped in a fucking corset, tempting him to go for it and grab it with full force. 

How could I resist a fucking corset? I just know I could fit his whole waist in my hands!

Those beautiful rhinestones on his freckles, making him shine like a deity. For a second there, Hyunjin could see him like an actual holy creature, meant only to be adored. But then came those devilish shorts. Why did they have to be this short? 

Felix's pale thighs seemed so inviting. Hyunjin could barely function with his mind consumed by the need to touch them. No. Not touch. Squeeze! That’s what he really wanted to do. Squeeze that smooth flesh so hard it would bruise. Keep squeezing all the way up to that full ass of his. 

And now I'm half hard again. Great. Just great!

His thoughts were narrowed to every little detail of Felix's body that was being so beautifully showcased to him. But for his misfortune, it was also being showcased for everyone else in the studio. 

Hyunjin could see all the eyes on Felix, mapping every bare curve of his figure, dripping with desire, longing for a chance. If only he could mark him as his, right there in front of all those vultures…

As if she was reading his mind, the photographer suddenly asked for the brunet to sit on his lap. Hyunjin could feel him immediately freezing beside him. He knew that physical touch was Felix’s weakness. This was the perfect opportunity for him to break the other’s self-control and, in one shot, let everyone know that he was not available.

It was all crazy and Hyunjin knew.

Felix wasn't his. They weren’t a thing. They weren't even friends anymore, truth be told. Still, he couldn't fathom the idea of someone else touching him.

The woman hadn't even finished passing her instructions when Hyunjin grabbed Felix by the waist and pulled him onto his lap.

An arm around his middle, one hand grabbing his tiny waist firmly, the other placed possessively on his thigh, his eyes darting around the room, delivering a single message to those predators: don't touch him! He's mine!

Maybe the photographer was still talking, giving directions or praises, but Hyunjin couldn't register anything. After conveying his message around and seeing every spectator avert their eyes in understanding, his attention was locked entirely on the man on his lap. On his warmth, his sweat, his inebriating scent, his smooth skin. 

Hyunjin's fingers stealthfully find passage under the hem of Felix's shirt, tracing circles on his waist, while the other hand mimicked the movement on the thigh. His nose was drawn to the aussie's neck, or maybe his mouth was the one being drawn. Or both. He just couldn’t help inhaling that sweet scent, while he desperately wanted to kiss, lick, bite every inch of him.

As he looked up, the brunet's fluttering eyelids made his cock go from half hard to fully hard in a second. Watching the way he affected Felix was the ultimate turn-on.

He was about to forget that they were in a studio full of people and break that stupid promise of not making the first move, when the photographer clapped, bringing him back to reality.

“That's a wrap! Perfect! This will be my best work ever. I can feel it!”

She had a genuine smile on her face and with everyone gathering for the compliment fest, Felix used the commotion to rapidly jump from his lap, running as fast as he could towards the bathroom. Hyunjin did notice the bulge on his pants, the goosebumps on his skin, and right there he decided that enough was enough. They would have to soothe that mutual arousal. And it had to be tonight.

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FELIX 

The presence of a few staff members on the van ride to the hotel offered a fragile shield between him and Hyunjin, giving Felix a fleeting sense of safety from the magnetic pull of the other man.

Feeling protected enough from that temptation for the moment to let his guard down, he took advantage of the commute time to try to organize his thoughts. 

Will I be able to resist him once we’re alone in the hotel room? 

All the confidence he felt at the start of the day had completely vanished. Now he was nothing but a mess of nerves, with his thighs and his waist still burning from Hyunjin's touch, while the ghost of the other man’s breath stirred the hair on his nape. 

He promised he wouldn't make a move unless I asked. All I have to do is not ask. I won't ask!

It seemed like a simple solution. Keep his distance. Not even talk to him. He could do it!

Except, the room was too small to keep any real distance, Hyunjin was too obnoxious for Felix not to respond to his provocations, and the aussie was about to find out he was not as strong as he thought he was. At least not when it came to Hyunjin.

HYUNJIN

Felix was taking forever in the bathroom. Probably hoping that Hyunjin would crash out from exhaustion after a full day of photoshoot and not pose any threat to his self-control.

There was no chance of this happening.

Hyunjin wasn't even tired. Adrenaline was running through his veins, keeping him alert. He could feel his hands tingling, waiting to touch Felix’s skin again. Those soft thighs, that thin waist. He wanted to feel more. Feel that ripped six-pack that had teased him the entire day against his palm. Grab that full ass to never let go.

And Felix’s scent… he could sense it in the room. The sweetness. But it didn't feel like enough. He needed the source of it. It wouldn't be enough until he could shove his nose on the other man's neck. On that inviting spot beneath his ear. Inhale every particle of that strawberry scent. A scent that it was not of some perfume, but his. One hundred percent Lee Felix.

He felt he had developed a dependency on it. And since the aussie wouldn’t leave the shower, Hyunjin searched for other means of satisfying his cravings.

Following where the scent was stronger, he found himself in Felix’s bed, crawling between the sheets. With the neck that had become an obsession being held from him, locked behind that bathroom door, he shoved his nose on the other man’s pillow. The scent was raw there. Intoxicating. It soothed the ache of desire a little. But not enough. Nothing was never enough.

His skin was itching. A tactile hunger making him take his clothes off, right there, still in that bed, with Felix only a few feet away in the bathroom. Trying to feel the man in any way he could. The yearning was so consuming that he needed to saturate all his senses to find relief.

A hand moved to his crotch. His own hand, unfortunately. But when he closed his eyes, breathing in the brunet’s scent, feeling those poisonous sheets clinging to his skin, he could pretend that it was not his hand at all. It was another. A small, soft, strong hand he knew way too much after so many years of friendly massages.

Never there, though. Never on his cock. He needed to change that.

Hyunjin had no shame anymore. No restraint. He wanted the aussie to see what he was doing to him. And to do something about it.

✧✧✧

“What the hell are you doing?” That higher pitched tone that only came to Felix when he was panicking elicited an amused smile in Hyunjin.  

The anticipation of finally having the other man there in the same room as him, not separated by doors or walls, made him slowly open his eyes. He wouldn’t need to imagine it anymore. He was about to touch it, to taste it, to feel every inch of him. Any second now.

“Are you seriously jerking off naked in my bed? You're disgusting." Felix was trying to steady his voice, but Hyunjin could hear the yearning beneath the protest.

"And yet you can't stop looking." He knew at that moment that he had won, seeing how the brunet’s eyes kept following the movement of his hands stroking his own cock. “Come here, Yongbok. Stop fighting this. Just for tonight. You know you want it too. We can solve this tonight and never talk about it again. What do you say?”

One might say it was possible to see Felix’s brain working. See him pondering the pros and cons of giving in to his desires.

“Come here, baby.” Hyunjin whispered, immediately registering how the man tried to disguise a little moan with a fake cough. So, he likes being called baby. Noted.

"You are not the boss of me. And don’t call me baby.” Was the bratty answer. But his lips were parted, his skin was flustered, and he couldn’t hide the tent on his shorts even if he tried. Wow! He’s big!

Since Felix didn’t seem able to move from where he was standing beside the other bed, Hyunjin took upon him the chore of stepping in.

"Would you prefer that I go to you? I can make this easier for you. But just a little.” He slid out of bed and walked towards the aussie. Towering over him so close the man had to look up to lock their eyes together.

“What do you mean ‘just a little’?” There, in that low but tiny voice, Hyunjin heard all the walls crumbling down.

“I promised I wouldn’t go further unless you asked. Use your words, Yongbok-ah. Tell me what you want me to do.” None of them averted their gaze. This was the end of the line.

“Do you promise it will be only one time?” A helpless plea came out of Felix. One last futile attempt to maintain the situation under control.

“If that’s all that you want, that’s all it will be. I promise. And I’m proving right now that I can be trusted. I’m waiting for you to ask, as I said I would. It’s all in your hands.” The surrender in his voice made it clear: he would give up control, power, his pride, anything to have Felix this one time.

The brunet took a deep breath and, as he exhaled, letting that inebriating scent out, he also unshackled all his bottled-up desires. "Then fuck me, Hyunjin. It will be just one time, so make it count."

He didn’t have to be asked twice.

At the same moment their lips clashed together, Hyunjin wrapped an arm around Felix’s waist and lifted him by his thigh with the other hand, just enough to manhandle him to the bed he was standing by.

To finally feel that body go pliant, yielding to pleasure under him, it was better than he ever imagined. No dream could live up to this.

Hyunjin kissed from his mouth to his jawline, at last shoving his nose where he wanted, that particular spot beneath Felix’s ear. It was so smooth he couldn’t restrain himself to only inhale. He licked and he bit, getting drunk in that taste, and even more in his moans. Such lewd, deep moans.

Felix was the man with the unique voice. This was how he was presented to the world when he joined the Stray Kids. Hyunjin had heard countless versions of that voice during all these years. And yet, none sounded like what he was hearing now. The cadence, the melody, the pitch. Everything felt new. Everything felt his.

At that time, Hyunjin didn’t think about Felix being with other people. His rational side knew that this was a fact, but he was not being rational now. He felt secluded from reality. It didn’t matter what was true or not. Here, in this hotel room away from their real lives, Felix was his. Only his.

Hyunjin took his time undressing the brunet, even though he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some shorts. Still, the shirt went first, revealing that freckled chest and that toned abdomen. Felix was lying there, surrendering, his doe eyes glossy, his chest heaving. Sin in the form of an angel.

While sucking his Adam’s Apple, Hyunjin let his hands travel through the other’s body, rejoicing with the new sounds he drew out of the aussie when he pinched his nipple. His mouth rapidly followed, alternating between those caramel buds, licking and biting with such expertise he got Felix quivering under him and could feel the man’s cock become even harder.

That feeling awakened him to the brunet’s lower half. He still had the shorts to get rid of. Kissing his way down, he teased the navel a little, before finally setting that cock free. How can even his dick be pretty?

He didn’t have an answer to that and truly didn’t need one. He just needed to feel the weight of that big shaft on his tongue, so he dove in immediately. The sudden movement caught Felix completely by surprise and his cock twitched inside Hyunjin’s mouth as a result, making him moan as if being rewarded.

It didn’t take long for him to feel Felix’s legs trembling. He knew the man was close and was ready to have his throat fucked hard when the aussie grabbed his hair with full force. But after one single buckle of his hips, the brunet pulled him out of his cock and up to face him. The force demonstrated making Hyunjin moan once again at the feeling of being manhandled. It was not something that happened very often, with him being taller and stronger than most of his hook-ups. And yet, although he was taller and stronger than Felix, the man still had no problem dominating him.

“Fuck me, Hyunjin. I don’t wanna come like this.” That panting husky tone was again another version of the aussie’s voice that Hyunjin would label as his.

“I can make you come more than one time, baby. Let me please you, come on.” Hyunjin’s tone was amused, treating that exchange as sexy dirty talk.

“This will only happen once, Hyunjin. Just once. And don’t fucking call me baby.” However surrendered Felix seemed to be, there was enough daring in him to make the other cave.

"Ok. It will be as you wish. Let me just prepare you first." Hyunjin reached for the drawer on the little nightstand that separated their beds, grabbing the lube he had stashed there and pouring it on his fingers.

“When did you put this there?” Felix’s startled eyes made him laugh.

“On our first morning here. When you ran to jerk off in the bathroom after a tiny bit of teasing.” His laugh clearly getting on the other’s nerves.

“You are such an asshole. So full of yourself. I can’t believe I agreed to do this.” Angry Felix made Hyunjin more eager.

“Well, you did. And now your ass hole will be the one full of me.” Without leaving any room for the other to complain about his stupid joke, Hyunjin stuffed one lubed finger up his rim, kissing him deeply at the same time, like to sooth the sting of the sudden invasion. Felix let out a lustful growl that Hyunjin swallowed, feeling that if he could live on this, he wouldn’t even need air.      

The aussie’s back made a beautiful arch when Hyunjin found his prostate. I wouldn’t mind ever having my dick touched again, if I could just satisfy him like this forever.

That was bullshit. Complete bullshit. But apparently his mind had decided to trick him with these silly, romantic remarks for no reason. Felix made sure to pull him back to the moment in hand.

“Fuck me, Hyunjin. Now.” Hyunjin’s dick twitched at the demand.

"You are not ready. Let me add another finger."

He was already moving his hand, when Felix grabbed his wrist. "No need."

"Yongbok, I know you’re no virgin, but you definitely ain’t ready to take me." He could feel how tight Felix was. Deliciously tight. There was no way for Hyunjin to do this without hurting him.  

Felix’s pupils dilated. No sign of that beautiful brown in his eyes. It was all a pitch-black pool, pulling him in, just like the first time they kissed. "You said all I needed to do was ask. I'm asking. And this will be the last time. Fuck me now, Hyunjin. I can take you, if you make me take you. Don't wait for me to ask again. I won't."

Hyunjin would never risk that. He aligned himself and started to move in. A little hesitant at first, seeing Felix frown with pain. Stubborn brat!

But looking with more intent, he could see that underneath the frown there was pleasure. It was clear Felix was welcoming the pain. That he liked it when it hurt. This made Hyunjin stop hesitating. He impaled himself in one strong move and rejoiced with the lewd scream that came deep from Felix's throat, with the sight of his eyes filling with tears, with that perfect arch of his back he was now getting addicted to. Beautiful!

With each thrust Hyunjin felt himself falling deeper. There was no way he wouldn’t want to repeat this. It was absurd how tight Felix felt around him. He had taken some people virginity before, and even they never felt this tight.

“You really can take me, hun? You’re perfect, Felix. Taking me so well. It’s like you were made for this.” Hyunjin thought that the praises would make the man even more relaxed and pliant, but it ended up having the opposite effect.

In a skillful move, Felix locked his legs around Hyunjin’s waist and switched their positions, eliciting a guttural moan out of him, getting the taller once again in awe of the other’s strength.

A sly smile took over the brunet’s face when he took control of the situation and, from Hyunjin’s perspective, it seemed this was really where he belonged.

"You talk a big game, but you’re actually craving to be dominated, aren’t you? I warned you that you couldn't handle me, Hyunjin. Let me take it from here."

Supporting his hands on Hyunjin’s thighs behind him, Felix started to fuck himself on the taller man’s cock. His body was perfectly stretched, so slim, so beautiful, so tight. And then came that big dick. The man had such a small figure, it didn’t even make sense that he had a shaft like that. Hyunjin yearned to touch it, to stroke it. But maybe he was too obvious, because Felix stopped his hand before he could grab it.

“It’s all me now. You don’t touch me anymore. Lay still and wait for me to come like the good boy you are.” Hyunjin almost came from that alone.

He was mesmerized by the strength of Felix's thighs. By the power with which he was going up and down on his cock. The obscene sound of that ass slapping his lap pulling any thought away from his mind. The aussie rode him like he was punishing him. And he probably was.

Still riding him, Felix bent a little towards him. He had now one hand on Hyunjin’s nipple, and one hand on his neck, slightly choking him. Putting just the correct amount of pressure to enhance his pleasure. His breathing was shallow from the lack of air flow but, like he said, he didn’t need air if he could have this.

“Watch me, Hyune. Watch me as I come untouched, just by fucking myself on your cock. Your big, gorgeous, delicious cock. Too bad we won’t do this again. I’ll have to keep wondering what it tastes like.”

Hyunjin had to grasp the sheet to prevent himself from touching Felix, but he couldn’t stop his hips from bulking. His thrusts were met halfway in perfect sync, until he came undone, feeling his release shot out of him so hard it almost hurt. Being filled seemed to do the trick for Felix, and he came at the same time, painfully clenching that tight little hole of his, covering Hyunjin’s chest with his own cum.

And Hyunjin watched. Just as he was told to. But there wasn’t really any need to demand that of him. Because there was no other possible scenery here. He would never avert his sight from that vision: Felix’s eyes rolled back, his brows frowned, his mouth agape, a little stream of saliva oozing from the side, his skin flustered and glistening all over, highlighting his golden powder freckles, his damp hair sticking to his sweaty face.   

While he burned that image to memory, a dangerous thought took his mind. This is too much and this is not enough. I’ll never have enough of him. I need to have him again. I will always need more.

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FELIX 

“You seem kinda worn out. Rest for a few minutes, ok?! I’ll take a quick shower first, then you can go.” Felix’s voice was calm, soothing Hyunjin’s high and trying to soothe his own at the same time.

After cleaning his cum off the other man’s body, he left him lying down in the bed and locked himself in the bathroom. Again.

It had become a pattern: Felix in the bathroom, hiding from his problems. And this was a big problem.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! You stupid fucking coward! Why are you so weak, Yongbok?

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he cursed the reckless decision of surrendering to his urges. Because that was the best sex he had ever had and now it would be that much harder for him to go back to denying Hyunjin.

His body was still shivering from the life shattering orgasm he just experienced. Every touch of Hyunjin’s hands and lips stirring his skin as if he was feeling them right now. The nose beneath his ear, the mouth sucking his Adam’s Apple, the fingers playing with his nipples and, finally, that huge cock inside of him.

Felix did like it when it hurt a little. But even for him it was a stretch to take a cock that big. I didn’t even get to taste it… 

Above all these tactile sensations, he couldn’t forget Hyunjin’s demeanor. How careful he was when he was on top of Felix, worried about not hurting him, immersed only in guaranteeing his pleasure. How he yielded when Felix took control. So obedient, giving him that hoarse sultry moans from the pure satisfaction of being dominated.

And his face. Those sharp eyes drowning in devotion, with that perfectly placed mole that could maybe be the total focus of Felix’s attention, if it wasn’t for those lips. His own tingling from the memory of that smooth texture, that sweet taste. I wish we had kissed more…

He felt spoiled. Ruined by how good it was and by how bad he wanted more.

The reminiscing was getting him hard again, so he jumped in the cold shower to clear his thoughts.

I cannot succumb to this another time. We agreed it wouldn’t happen again. He’s just a guy! It’s not as if I’m in love. I’m not a teenager, for Christ’s sake! The pent-up desire made everything seem greater than it actually was. That’s it. I need to be with someone else asap. That will help me see he’s not that special.

If only it was that simple…

HYUNJIN 

The cold morning woke Hyunjin up. He was alone, in his sex tainted bed, with no Yongbokie by his side. Or in his own bed, for that matter. Soon enough the brunet came out of the bathroom all freshen up and ready for the last day of shooting.

“Sorry I didn’t wake you to shower last night. I tried, but you were too far gone. I thought it was best to let you rest.” His voice was perfectly steady. Not a trace of nervousness. If Hyunjin was not there, he would’ve never guessed the intimate night they had together.

“And whose fault is that?” He went for a light approach, thinking that maybe they could deal with this without any awkwardness. “Did you sleep in your own bed?”

With a look as cold as that morning, Felix almost killed any expectations Hyunjin might have of that amazing night ever repeating itself again. And we say almost here because he could also be stubborn when he needed to.

"Of course I did.” The aussie deadpanned. “This is not the beginning of some of those cheesy grocery store romances you seem to like, Hyunjin. I'm not gonna sleep wrapped in your arms. We agreed this was a one-time thing. I told you: I have plans, ambitions. I'm not gonna fuck that up over some dick. Doesn't matter how good it is."

Ouch!

Hyunjin couldn’t cope with the idea of never having that sweet ass again. There was still so much they didn’t get to do. He wanted to eat him whole, feel those perfect lips around his cock and, although he didn’t really like bottoming, he somehow wanted to experience this with Felix too. But he knew it would be to no avail to debate with that brat now. 

“Mhmmmm… You think my dick is that good, hun?!” He chose to stay on the playful route for the moment. That earned him an eye roll, and a pillow thrown right at his face. 

“You are such a child.” The annoyed tone pleased Hyunjin. He would take any reaction over an apathetic Felix. “I'm heading down for breakfast. Don't take too long. Let's be done with the photoshoot so we can forget all about this insufferable weekend.”

Being his most alluring self, Hyunjin got Felix quivering by the door with just one sentence. “Oh, Yongbokie, you know I won't let you forget any details about this weekend.” 

The quiver lasted a second. The brunet didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back before recomposing himself and exiting the room. Hyunjin didn't need the acknowledgement, though. He bent him once, he would do it again. 

✧✧✧

Felix went back to the “fake it til you make it” mindset and managed to act pretty much normal for the entire day. Keeping a safe distance but maintaining a friendly enough exchange with Hyunjin not to raise any suspicions. 

It's ok. He won't be able to escape once we are back in the room.

If only it was that simple…

They were taking solo shots that day, which led him to eventually lose track of the brunet’s whereabouts. By the time he was getting ready to leave, he couldn't find the man anywhere.

“Hey, Siwoo!” He went to one of the skijigis for information. “Did you see Yongbok? The van to the hotel is waiting for him.” Hyunjin was the one making the van wait, but let's not dwell here.

“Oh, he already left.” Lowering his voice to a conspiratory level, Siwoo shared the gossip with him. “You didn’t hear this from me, but Dohu’s roommate went back to Seoul early and he kinda invited Yongbok-ssi to stay with him tonight.”

Hyunjin matched the conspiratory tone, trying to understand what was happening. “Dohu? The skijigi assigned to him that looks like Han? Why would Yongbok stay with him?”

Is he this desperate to hide from me?

"Wow! He does look a little like Han-ssi, doesn't he!? Hahahahhaha!" The man laughed out loud, drawing attention they didn't need at the time.

"Focus, Siwoo!" Hyunjin shushed him to lower his voice again.

"Oh, yeah. Ok. You know that Dohu has been in love with Yongbok-ssi since before he was assigned to him, right!? Well, who isn't? Anyway, Yongbok-ssi never really entertained his advances. After the photoshoot yesterday I actually thought it was because of you. You guys had so much chemistry, I started to think that maybe you two had something going on. I was surprised that Dohu was bold enough to even ask him anything. I would never risk getting in trouble with you.” Apparently Hyunjin's message was strong enough to reach some of the vultures, but not to discourage all of them. 

“I guess you two are just really good actors, hun?” Siwoo continued. “It makes sense, now that I think about it. A skijigi can be reassigned or even replaced if things get too messy, but a group member... It could be the end of everything you worked for!” 

Siwoo seemed to be talking more to himself than to Hyunjin, trying to put two and two together in his own mind. “I just hope the guy doesn't get too clingy. Yongbok-ssi will let him go in a second if he realizes he's in love. The man is all about ‘no strings attached’ and he lets this clear to all his flings from the very beginning. Nothing comes between him and his career. Yeah... It makes sense that he went with Dohu. It's a better fit for him at the moment. And it doesn't hurt that the guy is cute as hell, right?!"

Not able to say anything back, Hyunjin made some lame excuse about the van being waiting and left, also trying to process everything he had heard.

✧✧✧

Arriving at the hotel, Hyunjin went straight to the bar. He couldn't bring himself to go up to their room knowing he wouldn't find Felix there.

He didn't manage to drink much, though. The beer went lukewarm while the thoughts swirled in his mind. He couldn't focus on anything other than the idea of Felix literally being with some else at that exact moment.

Why would he do this? Right the next day! Is he trying to punish me? To send me a message? Make me give up on pursuing him again? I guess you succeeded then, Lee Felix Yongbok. Message received loud and clear, you scumbag!

Seeing another beer get lukewarm, Hyunjin decided it would be better to go to sleep and be done with this day. The next morning, he wouldn't acknowledge this ragebait attempt! He still had his pride to carry him around and would act as if nothing had happened. Felix would not get the satisfaction of seeing him affected. This whole thing was a bad idea to begin with. He just needed to stop thinking with his dick now.

But his pride didn't carry him very far when, after only a few minutes in the room, he realized these walls were very thin, and apparently the room next to theirs was Dohu's.

“Oh, Yongbok-ssi, yes! Yes! Don't stop!” 

No, no, no, no, no, no! Is God punishing me too? I can't believe this! And who uses formal language when being fucked?

Hyunjin could tell he was the one getting fucked just by his moans. It should have been me!

He was seconds away from getting all his things and leaving for Seoul on his own. He would walk if he had to! Anything to escape this nightmare.

But then he heard Felix coming, and that changed everything.

“OH, HYUNJIN! FUCK!”

What the hell just happened? Did he really come screaming my name? He didn't even scream my name last night! Worked so hard on maintaining control to slip like this?

Hyunjin stopped his packing process frozen with a partially folded t-shirt on his hands. Silence was the only thing filling the room now and he didn't know what to think anymore.

Is it possible he did this trying to erase me from his mind? Trying to prove to himself that last night meant nothing and he could go on as always? Did he fail his own test? What a moron!

It's not clear how many minutes Hyunjin took overthinking everything that had happened and what his options were. And even thinking that much, he still made a foolish decision.

I'm getting him out of that room! 

FELIX

A few minutes earlier

The choice to follow Dohu to his room would not figure on the list of Felix's smartest decisions. 

He knew the man had a crush on him and, at the time, it seemed a good opportunity for him to put his plan at play: to be with someone else as a way to forget Hyunjin. 

The only problem being: it was not working.

Felix was a power bottom, yes, but he was also a power top. Before he started fucking Dohu into oblivion, he had already made the man come twice, just by jerking him off and making good use of the precious sex toys he had collected from his own room previously. He didn't suck him or eat him, though. Somehow it didn't seem right to do it since he didn’t have a chance to get to that stage with Hyunjin the night before.

Did that annoying ferret break me or something? Why am I even considering him?

Dohu definitely didn't see him as broken. The man was screaming and moaning from overstimulation and that made Felix feel vigorous. Everything should be perfect, except it wasn't. The screams were too loud, the moans missed that hoarse undertone that got him crazy the night before, his lips didn't taste sweet nor juicy, a far cry from the forbidden fruit he so foolishly had allowed himself to indulge in. Nothing felt right. 

So, he closed his eyes and imagined Hyunjin was the one he was fucking right now, and that was the name that come out of his mouth when he hit his climax. 

Great. Now I feel like a prick. 

✧✧✧

Taking a shower in Dohu's room, Felix used the free toiletries samples from the hotel to wash himself. He didn't want to use the man’s products and go back to his own room smelling like him. That thought made him feel the shittiest little shit in the world. He knew Dohu was infatuated with him and basically used the man to try to forget Hyunjin. “Try” being the focus word. Because it didn't work. Not the slightest. 

Out of the bathroom, he found Dohu throwing the used condom in the trash, cleaning the mess he left behind. 

“Hey, Dohu. About what happened-” The man didn't let him finish.

“Yongbok-ssi, don't worry about that. I don't mind. You can call me anything. You can use me to forget him, to take revenge on him. I'm here to serve you.”

The level of submission on the man's tone scared Felix a little. But while he was thinking about where he had got himself into, a knock on the door startled him. Several knocks, to be more specific. 

“FELIX! YONGBOK! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! OPEN UP!” He could hear Hyunjin screaming through the door. Probably the whole floor could.

“Oh, fuck! Let him in before he wakes the entire hotel!” Felix said to Dohu, who was closer to the door. The man barely had time to get out of the way after turning the doorknob.

Hyunjin burst in the room, his eyes locking immediately on Felix’s figure, registering the scene before his eyes: no shirt on, wet hair, towel hanging on his neck, low jeans exposing his hip bones. He looked delicious, which seemed to have made Hyunjin’s mind short circuit. Did he want to kill him or to fuck him? Felix thought he could actually do both.

“Have you gone completely mad? Do you want everyone to hear you?” Felix’s eyes were wider than ever. That was the face of true panic. Like he could see everything he worked for being gone in a second.

“I want you to go back to our room.” Hyunjin deadpanned. Not a single trace of shame on his demeanor.

“I’ve told you before: you are not the boss of me.” Always the defiant brat.

“Do you want me to go to you like last time then? I’m sure you remember how things turned out after that.” He was already walking as he spoke, having no trouble reaching Felix in that small room and grabbing him by the arm.

While he dragged a not-so-reluctant Felix to the door, Dohu dared to speak.

“Yongbok-ssi…” The man started, but one vicious look from Hyunjin was enough to make him give up on any pleas or protests he might have. He settled for an “I’ll talk to you later”, thinking that it would be agreeable enough.

Focusing for a second on the empty condom package the man had in his hand, Hyunjin decided that it was in fact much disagreeable.

“No, you won’t.” Was all he said before tugging Felix out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.  

✧✧✧

Releasing his arm as soon as they walked into their room, Felix couldn’t believe he let himself be dragged through the hotel aisle with nothing but some jeans on. “You must have lost it completely! Look at me, Hyunjin! Are you crazy? How can you haul me around the hotel like this, you really don’t care about our idol image, do you? About our careers, for that matter!”

“Me? I’m not the one fucking members one day and skijigis on the next.” Hyunjin’s tone was a mix of rage and sorrow. “How could you do that? The very next day?”

The accusation hit Felix right in the gut. Because Hyunjin was right. He had risked too much. But he was not about to let himself be put to shame. Not by him.

“Don't be such a prude, Hyunjin. Are you telling me you never fucked two different people one day apart? Or even on the same day, at some point? At the same time?” Felix knew he had. He heard the stories.

“That’s not the point…” Hyunjin tried to deflect.

“Yes, it is! During schedules, even. Haven't you?” Felix was not letting him go easy.

Hyunjin had no other choice than to cave. “YES! Ok, I have! But this is different!”

“Why? We are not boyfriends! We agreed it was only one time. Don't you dare try to slut shame me now, when I know you have done the same. Or worse!” The brunet scoffed, dumbfounded by Hyunjin’s audacity of trying to embarrass him.

With no defense left to him, the taller man doubled down on his accusations. “At least I saw the empty condom pack this time...”

“What the fuck? What the hell do you mean by that?” Now Felix was pissed. “Of course I used condoms. I always use condoms! You think I’m some lowlife who goes around fucking everyone without protection? Is that really what you think of me?”

“We didn't use it yesterday…” The man didn’t seem to know when to stop.

“Well put it, Hyunjin. We didn't use it. I don’t remember you picking up condoms from that drawer along with the lube. Or did you? But it doesn’t even matter. Because this is different.” He was not only pissed, he was hurt. Maybe more hurt than pissed, if he was going to be honest.

Hyunjin had been avoiding his gaze throughout the fight, but now their sights were locked together. This was too important. To both of them. “Now you say that, hun!? Why is it different, Yongbok? You tell me.”

Felix was worn out. It was like his brain had decided to stop fighting. Not only to Hyunjin, but to himself. “Because it's you, Hyunjin. Because it's us. I know I can trust you. Even when you're being obnoxious and stupid like now, or like the last few months. I still know I can trust you. I know you would never put me in harm's way and would always protect me. I thought it was the same for you. We used to be friends, didn’t we?!”

The brunet didn't know that, but hearing that low, sad voice worked like a trigger to Hyunjin. He remembered all the times he had seen Felix hurting. How impotent he had felt, not being able to help. He could never be the one to hurt him. He couldn’t live with himself if he did.

“It is the same for me, Yongbok-ah. It is. I'm sorry for all the shit I said. I was being a jerk, like always. I’m sorry!” Felix didn’t put up any resistence when Hyunjin reached him, holding his small face in his big hands and guiding him into the wall. “That's what I was trying to make you understand, baby. That yesterday was different. You can't go on like it didn't mean anything. You can’t. It was different, Yongbok-ah. Because it's you. Because it's us.”

With his back pressed against the wall and Hyunjin pressed in front of him Felix had no way to escape. Maybe I don’t want to escape this time.

When Hyunjin leaned in, he welcomed him. That kiss that he already missed. That he hadn’t had enough of the night before. It was a different version, though. It held a tenderness to it that he hadn’t experienced yet, but somehow it felt so familiar. Like the love they shared for all those years, before this foolish dispute began, had decided to make itself present.

We used to be friends, didn’t we? Did we love each other? I think we did. Didn’t we?

Love was the only word going through Felix’s mind during that kiss. The only feeling in his heart. With Hyunjin’s smooth lips touching his, with his tongue gently finding his own. It was not rushed nor sultry. It was slow and delicate. Felix could feel the affection flooding him with each caress of Hyunjin’s hands on his cheeks.

My soft boy. I think I missed this… Not the kiss. Not just the kiss, anyway. Before that. The care. I think I missed his care.

Everything was perfect, but you can always count on Hyunjin to ruin a perfect moment.

“I don't taste cock or ass in your mouth, so I guess you didn't got this intimate with him, hun?!” That, ladies and gentlemen, was the brilliant sentence that came out of Hyunjin when they parted from that lovely kiss.

Felix was flabbergasted. “OH MY GOD! You filthy, disgusting man! I can’t believe I was about to yield to you. Thank you for reminding me why this would never work. I'm not doing this. Let me go, Hyunjin!”

“Well, did you? I'll let you go if you answer.” Like we said, the man didn’t seem to know when to stop.

“Fine! I didn't. What does it matter?” Felix was so tired. He just wanted to be done with that talk.

“Why didn't you do it?” What’s up with this man?

“Because I didn't feel like it. You're insufferable! Let me go!” They were still against the wall.

“It was because of me, wasn't it? I know it was. I heard you screaming my name in there.” Unbearable, impossible, intolerable man!

“How do you get to be so conceited? You must have imaginated that. Now: Let. Me. Go.” Felix was pissed again.

“You don't want me to let you go.” The smugness only fueled the brunet’s anger.

"I do!" His voice was firm, his actions were not, and Hyunjin noted.

"Then why aren't you pushing me? I know I'm stronger than you, but you are not even trying. Stop me, Felix. If you don't want me, stop me. You know I would never force you."

He was right. Felix's hands rested in his chest, but not pushing. Just there. 

Why do my hands refuse to push him away?

As if answering him, his hands gripped at Hyunjin's shirt. On their own. He had lost control of his body completely. So, he surrendered. Instead of pushing Hyunjin, he pulled him in and kissed him painfully. It was all lips crashing, tongues fighting and teeth biting. No more tenderness left. Until he drew blood. 

“Oh, right. You like it rough, hun!? I can give you rough, baby.” Is he having fun with this?

Felix was angry. Angry to himself for almost caving to some mushy feelings, and angry to Hyunjin for having stopped it from happening. Very paradoxial indeed.

“Don't call me-” He didn't finish his sentence

In a second he found himself face down on the bed, with the other already removing his jeans. “HYUNJIN!”

“What?” He stopped, with Felix's jeans still in his hands.

“You just caught me fucking someone else! Do you seriously want to fuck me now?” Is this really happening right now?

“Yes, Yongbok. I need to show you that it doesn't get better than this. Then us. Will you let me?” The silence felt loud in the room.

“Will you let me, Felix?” Hyunjin insisted.

“Yes. God, yes! Just do it! You already ruined me anyway.” He was done fighting it.

“Oh, baby. You haven't seen anything yet. Now, spread your legs for me.”

And Felix did. Tonight, he would be the obedient one.

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HYUNJIN

Because it's you. Because it's us.

The kiss that followed that line shook Hyunjin to the core. Having Felix surrender during sex was not the same as this. He could feel the aussie yielding his heart to him, and he couldn't handle that. Because when he felt that tenderness, that vulnerability, he wanted nothing more than to give in as well. 

But it was not supposed to be this deep. Was it? 

For fuck’s sake, he had just caught Felix with someone else! Whatever was happening during that kiss could not be real. It was probably a result of tiredness after this nerve wrecking weekend. They had pushed and pulled each other to the max, sending their emotions all over the place.

That's it. I just have to put my head back in the game. This is all this is: a game. It's about the sex, the conquest. About proving I'm the best and that he can't resist me. Nothing but an ego trip.

Keeping that in mind, he ragebaited Felix with the most douchebag line he could come up with. After that perfect, heartwarming kiss.  

“I don't taste cock or ass in your mouth, so I guess you didn't go this intimate with him, hun?!”

This definitely killed the romantic vibe. After a little back-and-forth, he got rewarded with the roughest kiss they’d ever had. Felix was letting all his anger out and Hyunjin was loving it. When he savored the metal taste of blood in his mouth, he felt he could finally relax again. There would be no more soft kisses ever again. He would make sure to keep them both in line.

Yes. We are back to normal now. It's all about some good sex. That's all there is. All that ever will be. 

FELIX

As soon as Felix spread his legs, Hyunjin's big hands fell down on his ass cheeks with maximum force. He should be embarrassed of the pitiful moan that came out of his throat when that sting travelled through his spine, but he couldn't find within himself to care anymore. Not when it felt this good.

I guess it really doesn't get better than this. Better than us.

Maybe it was due to the fact that they knew each other for so long. That must be the reason that made it this easy for him to let go of any restraint. Maybe it was that trust he was talking about before. Even when bickering and challenging one another, he still felt he could surrender, and Hyunjin would always catch him. 

When the first slide of the other's tongue wet his rim, Felix had to bite the pillowcase trying not to scream. Hyunjin was licking each wrinkle of that tight little hole like it was his favorite dessert, slowly savoring every moment. It was torture and it was Heaven. 

His hands kept kneading Felix’s ass cheeks, spreading them even more, giving his tongue further access that he skillfully made the best use of. First, he was licking inside, getting him wetter by the second, filling him up with saliva. Preparing that hollow space to receive something much more significant.

The expert licks rhythmically turning into fierce thrusts when that hot tongue finally found full passage through his rim. Or better yet: demanded that passage. Felix felt conquered, with even the most remote parts of him being branded by Hyunjin. And it was reaching so deep! Deeper than anyone before. Til it started to literally fuck him. A tongue. That small muscle, fucking him into madness.

The brunet was biting hard on the pillowcase, still trying to muffle his moans. But it all went up in flames when Hyunjin used that fucking word. “Why do you taste so good, baby?”

“Fuuuuck!” As the moan came out uninvited, his hips began to grind the mattress, searching for some friction that could saturate his need for release.

Hyunjin used to call him baby, back when they were friends. He would say “Come, baby”, and Felix would follow. Every time. But when the aussie was lying in his own bed afterwards, he would replay those words in a different scenery. In a scenery much like this one. With both of them naked, sweaty, panting. With Hyunjin's husky voice repeating “Come, baby”, and Felix would come. Every time.

He didn't get much relief, though, before Hyunjin grabbed his hips hard, stopping him completely, right when he was about to explode.

“Calm down.” Came the gentle whisper. His body was shuddering, letting Hyunjin know exactly what had made him lose control. And the blue haired man would never miss an opportunity like that. “Mhmm, I’m loving to discover everything that makes you tick, baby.”

A spasm made his hips buckle down again, but Hyunjin didn't seem to be willing to let Felix release himself. He flipped him over with the ease of someone turning a leaf, making the brunet growl when his back hit the mattress. A cool breeze being the only thing in contact with his neglected cock now.

“Look what you made me do? If you're not gonna behave, I’ll just have to overpower you.” His voice was so condescending. Like talking to a child.

“Hyunjin~~” Felix whined. A pathetic sound that revealed how much he craved to be subdued. 

Hearing his name seemed to please Hyunjin to bliss. “Yes! That's it! Make him hear my name again, Lixie. Scream it, so he has no doubt who you belong to. Make him know that you will always come crawling back to me, no matter what.”

His tongue followed his words once again, licking Felix's shaft from base to tip. The brunet gasped, feeling Hyunjin’s lubed finger breach through his rim at the same time.  

The assault to his hole held no mercy, hitting his prostate with each thrust. Combined with the warmth of Hyunjin's mouth around his cock, it was all too much. 

“HYUNJIN!” Felix was screaming now. Like he was told to do. Deep down he wanted everyone to know how good the blue haired man was making him feel. 

There was no way around the truth anymore. No one had ever made him feel like this, and he doubted anyone ever would. It was not the pent-up desire or any excuse he could try to come up with. It was him. Hyunjin. He was the reason.

And then everything stopped at once. Every stimulus that had brought him to the edge again was taken from him in the space of a breath.

A sob came from the sudden loss, his body shivering from the cold feeling of not being touched, tears falling from his eyes, helpless. “Please, don't do this to me”.

HYUNJIN

That plea will be the end of me.

Every shiver, every moan that Hyunjin elicited out of Felix made him feel more powerful. The amount of knowledge he was gathering, learning each of the brunet’s sensitive spots, every little detail feeding his sense of ownership. But that sob… those tears... Not from pain. From need! That shallow voice that held a desperate supplication. It was not possible to put into words what that did to him. He was feeling like a villain and like a hero at the same time.

I broke him, and now I'm the only one who gets to fix him.

Hovering over him, Hyunjin could see the desperation on his face. So beautiful! That look would go along with all of the sounds he labeled as his. He just knew that no one would ever see Felix this undone. 

It doesn't matter who he has been with or will be with in the future. This is mine. Only mine.

“Rush now, my angel. It will be ok. I'll take care of you. Hyung will take care of everything.” Supporting his weight with one hand, he caressed Felix's face with the other. Putting his damp hair behind his ear, while brushing his cheeks with his thumb, collecting those beautiful tears and taking them into his mouth.

You taste so helpless, angel. I can never let you go, can I?

He leaned down, kissing him softly. The way they did before. The way he promised he would never do it again. Not even a night had passed, and he was already succumbing. 

Felix kissed him back with the same softness, taking deep breaths in between, calming himself down in the process. As if that was his life support. The only thing keeping him together.

But seeing him soothed was enough to make Hyunjin decide it was time to break him again. 

“Turn on your side.” He said against the other's mouth, before backing away with a final sweet brush of lips, giving him the space to turn.

Felix didn't question. Didn't hesitate. He obeyed. 

Hyunjin took the time to watch him for a minute. That pale freckled skin, that slut waist, that broad hips. 

I wish I could put a baby on him.

This probably sounded stupid, but it was his most honest desire at that moment. To fuck Felix so hard he could get him pregnant.

Lifting one of his legs, Hyunjin aligned his own cock on that perfectly prepared rim and entered him in one move. 

With the other lying on his side, the arch of his back was more prominent than ever. His leg was up to Hyunjin's shoulder, making him remember the thought he had that day when he caught him stretching. 

Flexible. Incredibly flexible. 

“I wanted to bend you so badly.” He was holding still. Rejoicing on the feeling of Felix's muscles clenching against his cock, sucking him in. On the way the brunet's body was trembling again, his breath ragged, all this from one single thrust.

“You can bend me, Hyunjin. You can break me. Split me in half if you will. Just mooove, pleeeeease!”

There. That plea again. He needs me so much. I must put him at ease now.

But there was only one way of doing this: finish breaking him apart first.

With a firm hand holding Felix's hips, Hyunjin took his cock entirely out, before thrusting in again in full blast, to never stop again. Not until he saw him coming.

FELIX

With each thrust of Hyunjin's hips, Felix became more undone. The tears wouldn't stop falling, his body wouldn't stop writhing and, before he could control it, he came with surprising force. Hot strings of cum darting out and reaching up to his own chest.

It was about time if you count all the edging Hyunjin had done to him. First eating him up, then with the fingering and sucking his dick. But it was too soon considering he just got him inside. And he desperately liked to feel Hyunjin inside, making him so full.

He was already dreading the moment the other would pull out, leaving him empty again, when came the apology. “Oh, angel. I'm sorry. But I have to keep going. You can take a while longer, can't you? I know you can. My perfect little angel. You're strong enough, aren't you?!”

“Yes! Yes! I can take it! Keep going, Hyunjin! Never stop! Never!” He was shaking from overstimulation, but he wouldn't dare to disappoint Hyunjin. Not now. 

So, when he was asked to get on all fours, he obeyed. Even with his legs betraying him, threatening to give up, he still couldn't help it. It was all he was able to do. Obey. Please. He was strong! Hyunjin said so. And he was gonna prove him right.

With his face shoved in the pillow, he muffled the sobs and the whimpers. Until Hyunjin told him to stop.

“Put your head up. I wanna hear you.”

He knew he was too loud. That at least the room nearby could definitely hear him. He knew this was a dick attitude. But there was no way of stopping himself. He needed to see Hyunjin satisfied. 

When his prostate began to suffer those merciless attacks again, he felt his cock harden. This should not be possible. He had come only a few minutes ago. And even though biology could not explain it, here he was, fully hard again.

But he wouldn't be able to come, right!? 

Wrong. 

All it took was those words. The exact words that used to make him come alone in his room. It happened so many times before. But now they were real. Not a mock replay of his memory with an imagined tone. They were being said right at that moment, in the right scenery, by the only voice that ever mattered, with a husky lustful tone his mind could've never recreated. 

“Come, baby. Come for me. I know you can do it.” 

It hurt so much, but it was the sweetest pain he ever felt. 

✧✧✧

When the morning came, Felix was still in such ecstasy from the night before that he couldn't even tell where he was. He couldn't open his eyes, so he didn't know if he was awake or asleep. There was a warm body under him, that he could tell, and it felt so good he found himself crawling even closer. Burying his nose on some neck he didn't know who it belonged to. Didn’t want to know. He felt as if he was dreaming. Inhaling that woody, musky, comforting scent. This feels familiar…

That was the last thought on his mind, before the owner revealed himself, bursting his dream bubble.

“Rise and shine, cuddlebug. And you said you wouldn't sleep wrapped in my arms, hun!?”

Shit!