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Felix has proven himself to be the best stress-relief Chan has ever experienced in his life.

For context, Chan has tried it all. His job has turned him sleepless and restless; neither of which have been particularly great for his performance.

He’s done therapy — still does. He’s tried working out after meetings, healthy diets, obscene morning routines. An intern booked him a rage room once as a silly gag gift and partaking in that just made him feel so guilty that he couldn’t look anyone in the eyes for a week. He’s been put on every supplement and anti-panic medicine his psychiatrist could justify putting him on. He’s tried meditation. Fidget toys. Breathing exercises.

And then there was Felix.

Chan’s lovely personal assistant and secretary and the only stress toy that has ever worked for him.

It sounds like a setup for a porno. It’s not one. Or — it doesn’t start that way.

Felix starts as a suggestion from Changbin.

“I don’t need a fucking personal assistant,” Chan scoffs. The idea offends him. He hates the mental image: big, scary Mr. Bahng and some frazzled little thing running behind him with a planner in hand. “I handle myself well.”

Changbin clicks his tongue. “It’s got nothing to do with your efficacy. I’ve got one. You know this.”

Chan hums in consideration. He does know this. He’s met Hyunjin. She’s awfully sweet. Awfully young, too. Fresh out of school.

Changbin continues. “She lives with me, too. She just. Helps.”

Chan blinks. “Hyunjin-ah lives with you?”

Changbin simpers and checks his phone. “Yours could too.”

“This sounds like the setup for a porno,” Chan says flatly.

“Minho-yah has one too. His doesn’t live with him, but there’s still…” Changbin grins, not looking up from his screen. He doesn’t need to finish his sentence.

“So you’re telling me to hire a sex toy who can write in shorthand,” Chan presses.

Changbin nearly drops his phone. At least he’s looking up from it now. “Don’t be stupid. You do want your personal assistant to be competent. You’re missing the point — it’s someone taking care of you, whether it’s like that or not.”

Chan groans. “That’s the problem. I don’t… do vulnerability like that. I need to take care of people, not be taken care of.”

It’s a revelation that Chris has right as the words leave his mouth. He frowns, making an odd face once he’s spoken.

Changbin gets this thoughtful, terrifying look on his face. “I’ll send you a resume tonight,” is all he says, standing and not responding to any of Chan’s objections as he exits his office.

Chan regrets giving him an indefinitely valid guest pass to his building.

He regrets it even more when Changbin's email comes in with the memo line, ‘INTERVIEW 2pm TMRW’. The body is empty save for a single attachment — the aforementioned resume. The file is just titled ‘LYB_RESUME25’.

Chan sighs and closes his laptop at that. He doesn’t need to read that resume to know he’s going to be letting some college kid down easy tomorrow. It’s only then that Chris notices it’s nearly one in the morning. He decides that’s as good a time as any to give up for the night and heads home.

He forgets about the interview by morning.

“Hyung?”

Chan looks up to find his head of HR staring at him from the open doorway of his office. Chan doesn’t do doors. The whole office doesn’t do doors. Except for the bathrooms. It’s supposed to be Feng Shui.

“What is it, Iyen-ah?”

“Well—” Jeongin looks uncomfortable for a moment. “You have a visitor?”

He sounds unsure.

Chan frowns.

Then Jeongin shuffles aside to reveal a petite blonde standing just behind him, all wide bambi eyes and pretty pink lips. It’s then that Chan remembers.

The applicant.

Chan glances at his watch to find it to be 1:55 in the afternoon. Well. At least she’s punctual.

“Right,” Chan says unfeelingly. “Well. Come in,” he says directly to the applicant. “Have a seat. Thank you, Iyen-ah. You may leave.”

Jeongin all but runs away. Chan has to press his lips together to keep from laughing. The poor kid has always been a little nervous around pretty people.

The blonde sits, crossing leg over leg in the chair in front of Chan’s desk. Chan takes a slow, purposefully patient breath and closes his laptop with a smile. An answering smile blooms across the applicant's lips. She really is beautiful. Too bad Chan is unwaveringly, entirely gay. He feels a little bad for what he’s about to do.

“Hi. I’m so sorry for the short notice, but the position you were contacted to fill isn’t open for applicants.” Chan is lying through his teeth. There was never a position to begin with. “Really, I apologise for the misunderstanding, Miss…”

Chan realises then that he should have at least read the resume he was sent. Even just a glance to remember the name would have saved him from this embarrassment.

The blonde’s nose scrunches. “Lee,” they say, completely wrecking Chan’s perception of them in one word with the most soothingly deep and round voice he’s ever heard in his life. “Though, if I had to choose one or the other, I’d probably have gone with ‘Mr. Lee.’”

Chan’s jaw has actually dropped. He’s stunlocked himself with his own presumptions. “I—”

“Your HR rep called you ‘hyung,’” the applicant continues. He folds his hands on his lap and smiles brightly. “Are you that casual with all your employees?”

“I—” Chan stammers uselessly, then finally snaps his mouth shut. He nods.

“Then you can call me Felix,” says Felix. “I would tell you to ignore the Korean name on the resume, but…” He hisses teasingly through his teeth, still smiling. “I can take a hint.”

“I’m so sorry,” Chan blurts out. He can feel his pulse in his cheeks. He can only imagine how red his face, ears, and neck are right now. “I am so, so sorry. I didn’t—”

“Oh, I know,” Felix says, a bit softer this time. That sweet tone takes on a gentler edge as he leans forward and presses fingers adorned with perfectly manicured, french-tipped nails to Chan’s desk. “I’ll let you in on something. I’m a friend of Changbin-hyung’s. I’m aware of your, ah… aversion to help.”

Chan coughs. “I don’t have an aversion—”

“Oh, good,” Felix chirps, smiling brilliantly again. “So then is that position to assist you still open?”

Chan opens his mouth. Then he’s not really quite sure what to say, so he closes it. Then nods.

Felix’s smile takes on a quiet, coy edge. He pulls his hand back from Chan’s desk. “Am I your only applicant?”

“You— You can’t just ask—” Chan tries.

“Under the FHPA, I’m entitled to clear and transparent notification of the status of my application,” Felix says, tilting his head. He presses a finger to his lower lip. “You seem like a good employer. One that follows federal law. Right?”

Chan actually barks out a laugh at that. He can’t help himself. Felix is good. He’s intelligent, and clearly used to throwing that intelligence around to get what he needs out of life. Chan likes him. He likes him a lot.

“Okay,” Chan says, raising his hands in surrender. “Fine. You’re being considered seriously, Felix. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes,” Felix grins.

“Tell me what you’re bringing to my office,” Chan says. He might as well interview him, right?

“Sure you don’t want a print-out of my resume?” Felix asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you answer the question instead?” Chan says, leaning forward with his forearms on the desk as he clasps his hands together. He knows he doesn’t scare Felix. He’s not trying to. This is banter.

Felix laughs. “Yes, sir. I’m more than capable of delivering. I can balance a schedule. I’m social and personable, and I’ve already got contacts in the industry. I can multitask. I’ve got plenty of prior experience.”

“Maybe I should have printed out your resume,” Chan says, inclining his chin. “Sounds like you’re reciting it.”

Felix hums. “I didn’t finish.”

Chan nods for him to go on. He’s enjoying this immensely.

“The bottom line is that I know what you need,” Felix says. His lips pull into a smile at the bemused face Chan makes in response. “You need things taken care of, and you need them taken care of by someone who needs you in return. I’ll need you. You’ll be my job, so I'll need you. I understand this exchange. I know what this is.”

Chris is stunned enough that all he can manage is a breathless, surprised little chuckle at first. Felix’s points aren’t out of line. The idea of his personal assistant needing him as much as he needs them is… exactly what he needs. It’s exactly what he had said to Changbin before.

It occurs to Chan then that Changbin really might have briefed Felix on what to say. Oddly, he finds that none of his usual alarm bells for disingenuity are going off despite this. Felix seems to just be playing his hand well.

“And what are you asking?” Chan says finally. “What’s your asking salary and what are your terms? You know as well as I do that I don’t have one to present you with.”

“You can afford me,” Felix chirps. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not,” Chan replies. “Tell me. Don’t sell yourself short, now.”

“Forty-five,” Felix says without an ounce of hesitation. He smiles. “And lodging. I’m happy to perform live-in services if that’s what it takes.”

“Fifty,” Chan counters. He’d told Felix not to short-sell himself. “Fifty, and the lodging, with live-in services.”

“Fifty-two?” Felix says cautiously, only for the first time throughout their whole interview showing a waver in confidence.

“Done,” Chan says, inhaling through his teeth and shrugging his shoulders as if he’s been bested. “Fifty-two, lodging, and live-in services. Best I can do.”

“Done?” Felix asks. His pretty smile only grows. “As in…?”

“You’re hired,” Chan offers, smiling back but dead serious. “You start at your earliest convenience.”

Felix stands. Chan just watches him as he does, still leaning forward over the desk as he runs his eyes over the shape of him. He’s so small, tucked away into the pretty dress pants and blazer he’s wearing. He’s no shorter than Chan, though, and with the heels he’s wearing he might even have a couple centimetres on him. For whatever reason that just makes Chan’s mouth water.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then, sir,” Felix says. Chan has to catch his protest at the honorific behind his teeth. Felix produces a business card seemingly out of nowhere and slides it across the table to sit right in front of Chan’s folded hands. “Contact me about the lodging.”

“You’ll receive an email before the end of the night,” Chan says smoothly, unfolding his hands to press his fingertips to the pristine edge of the business card. “Get home safe, Felix.”

Felix's expression blossoms into another one of those radiant smiles. He turns and leaves without another word. Chan definitely doesn’t watch his perfect, tight little ass as he walks away and rounds the corner toward the elevators.

A couple moments pass. Then Chan picks up the business card.

‘Lee Yongbok Felix

M.B.A.

[email protected]

(+61)x-xxxx-xxxx’

Chan blinks. Master. Master of Business Administration.

Chan has a Master’s degree in Business Administration. And, of course, two others. But it glares up at him from the business card anyway. Felix is highly overqualified. For whatever reason, that makes Chan smile.

Felix — God only knows why — has willingly chosen to be a personal assistant rather than forge his own path. It’s not some horribly unbalanced, sordid thing.

Felix is not that frazzled little thing running behind Mr. Bahng with a planner in hand. Felix is going to be a weapon in Chan’s arsenal.

When Chan exits his office, the entire floor goes silent. He can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him. It’s Yang Jeongin who stands up. He’s always been the least scared of Chan, save for maybe Kim Seungmin in Finance.

“Did… Did he get the job?” Jeongin asks. A couple of scattered laughs follow the question.

Chan raises an eyebrow. Jeongin sits back down. To the larger group, Chan says, “Expect a new face tomorrow. He’ll have a desk set out in the lobby of my office. He is primarily my secretary, but will be able to complete office-wide tasks when absolutely necessary.”

He gestures across the floor to Sunhee behind the reception desk. She pales. “Miss Do is still your main point of reference for any secretarial tasks. Don’t ask my secretary to make your copies.”

A couple of murmurs break out, and Chan holds up a hand. “His name is Felix, you will address him as that or Secretary Lee. Direct any further questions to my inbox. Thank you.”

He sends out Felix’s onboarding package over email at 8:45 in the evening.

He’s pleased to see Felix waiting in front of the elevator with a pristine, collated and stapled hard copy of it in his hands in the morning.

“Good morning, Felix,” Chan says, pleasantly surprised at the opportune timing. The elevator dings intermittently as it crawls slowly down the building towards them.

Felix smiles. He’s somehow even prettier today, made up a little more sharply with darker colours on his eyelids and his hair pulled into a simple bun at his nape. “Good morning, Mr. Bahng.”

Chan cringes. “You can drop the pretense. Everyone else does.”

“Presumption doesn’t look good on anyone,” Felix says, his voice teasing at the edges. He glances sideways at Chan, his smile sharpening. “Does it?”

That’s… revenge for yesterday. Chan knows when he’s being bullied. Changbin does it enough for the feeling to be familiar. He huffs.

Felix chuckles. “Really, though. It’s a big deal to most men in positions like yours. And you haven’t invited me to call you anything else.”

“You can address me informally,” Chan says as the doors roll open with a bright ding! He holds an arm out in invitation for Felix to enter first.

Felix takes it, stepping around Chan and pressing the button for the forty-first floor as instinctively as if he’s worked here his whole life. His pretty manicured nails glint in the low lighting as Chan steps in behind him.

“Are you opposed to the formalities?” Felix asks. He runs a finger along the edge of the stapled packet where he’s holding it.

Chan shrugs. “I used to be more strict about it. It feels like an uptight move to do it now. I don’t need my employees grovelling to know I’m in charge.”

“But you don’t mind it?” Felix asks. The elevator dings softly as they climb.

Chan shrugs. “I guess not. If it makes you happy, go for it.”

“Yes, sir,” Felix chirps, lifting two fingers to his brow in a mock salute. The elevator doors roll open on their floor with another ding! and Felix steps out, then holds the packet in his arms out to Chan. “These were very thorough.”

“They had to be,” Chan says, taking the papers. “Lots of fine-print details.”

Felix hums as they start picking their way across the floor towards Chan’s office. An unusual number of eyes track them, but Chan just nods and smiles when he sees people looking.

“Redecorating?” Felix asks as they step into the lobby of Chan’s office to find it almost completely empty, save for an empty desk that wasn’t there yesterday.

“You will be, yes,” Chan says. He smiles and shrugs when Felix raises his eyebrows. “Think of it as your first task. You can use my business card.”

Felix’s eyes flit all over the space around them like he’s already mapping out every corner and planning every detail. “Got it. Will you also give me access to your schedule and email so I can work on that in the meantime?”

Chan hums. “Keeping your hands full already?”

Felix laughs. “You haven’t seen full hands yet.”

It feels like an innuendo of some sort. Chan can feel the back of his neck and ears getting hot. “Hah. Okay. Will do. Tell me if you need anything.”

“Likewise,” Felix chirps, setting his bag down under his desk. He sits down and grimaces. “Okay, first order of business is a new chair. Dear God, are they all like this?”

Chan blinks. “I mean—”

Felix gasps. “Okay, give me your card. Time to play office coordinator.”

“I— Well, uh—” Chan stammers for a moment, then gives in and fumbles with one hand for his wallet and fishes out his business credit card.

Felix takes and holds it between two fingers, waving it next to his face. “Spending limit?”

Chan laughs at that. He can’t help how easily his next words slip out. “Oh, honey, you won’t max it out.”

Felix grins. “Perfect.”

A week later when the entire office enters to brand new ergonomic desk chairs in every single cubicle, they all know who to thank. Felix, who has been drowning in compliments all week already, becomes the centre of attention. He’s done so much so quickly — established himself as an asset so quickly. In an odd way, Chan is almost proud.

He’s already starting to see the appeal of having a personal assistant. Felix balances his schedule. He keeps Chan from working too much overtime. He fields requests for Chan’s attention so well that the only people who make it all the way into his office are the people who really do need to speak directly to him.

“Keep him,” Kim Seungmin from Finance says at some point in passing in the kitchen over a pot of coffee. “He’s a good investment. Keep him.”

He walks away with his mostly-milk mug of coffee and leaves Chan smiling. He doesn’t need to be told to keep Felix. He will.

It takes a couple weeks to get the lodging settled, but once it is, it feels surreal.

With boxes still littering the spare room Felix is moving into and dressed down in a way they haven’t seen each other yet, Chan and Felix have their first dinner together.

“How are you feeling about everything?” Chan can’t stop himself from asking. A nervous little laugh bubbles past his lips. “Is— Are you comfortable so far?”

Felix, in the middle of a sip of soda, hums. He nods as he sets the can down, smiling. “You’ve made me very comfortable, sir.”

They're sitting on the floor of Chan’s living room with takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Felix is barefaced with his hair pulled into a high ponytail, wearing an honestly criminally small pair of shorts and a hoodie. Chan supposes he’s not much better with his arms out in a tank top and his own pair of shorts.

It’s not Felix’s fault that Chan can’t stop glancing at his thighs. It’s not his fault Chan’s work isn’t in work mode with Felix right here in his home.

“Good,” Chan says, picking at his food and definitely not glancing at Felix’s thighs. “That’s good.”

Felix sets his chopsticks down on the table and stretches with his arms out in front of him. It strikes Chan as particularly cat-like. Kittenish. He wants the hardwood floor beneath him to swallow him up. It dawns on him that he’s going to have to get used to this if he wants to survive living with Felix. He can’t keep having heart palpitations every time Felix so much as moves.

“Honestly,” Felix says out of nowhere, sighing and leaning back against the foot of the couch to look at Chan, “I’ve felt comfortable with you since we met. You’re just… familiar. It’s nice.”

Chan smiles. “I know what you mean.”

Felix utterly transforms the private lobby of Chan’s office into a sleek, professional reception area. He chooses to keep the desk that the office maintenance crew had supplied, but gets all new furniture in black and silver to make up a two-couch waiting area and a small area with water and snacks. There’s a comfortable chair right in front of Felix’s desk as well for anyone needing to meet with him.

It screams corporate comfort, all tied together with some extra touches like potted plants and framed art on the walls. Felix keeps Chan’s business credit card after that. When Chan tells him he’d earned that right, Felix’s cheeks go very pink.

They have their first test of strength only three weeks into Felix’s time as Chan’s personal assistant. It starts when Chan hears the beginnings of an argument outside of his office.

“—busy,” Felix is saying, diplomatic and sweet. “I understand that you work professionally with Mr. Bahng, but this sounds like a social visit. He’s got the next two hours blocked off from visitors. If you leave a message with me, I’ll make sure he gets back to you once he’s able.”

Chan feels a little pride swell in his chest at how smooth and concise Felix always is with his words. He leaves no room for argument.

A scoff. Then a familiar voice. “So Chris gets a stuck-up little secretary and suddenly he has no time for anyone?”

Chan is on his feet before he even has time to fully process the insult to character.

“John,” Chan says as he comes to a stop in the doorway.

John raises his hands and gestures meaningfully to Chan, still looking at Felix where he’s sitting at his desk. The expression he’s wearing is nasty. It screams, ‘I told you so.’ Felix is staring impassively back at him, not smiling. That — in and of itself — is odd.

“There he is,” John says loudly, turning to Chan to smile broadly. “I was starting to worry you were being held hostage in there.”

Felix makes an odd little sound that he covers with a polite cough. When Chan glances at him, he sees Felix covering his now-smiling mouth. John doesn’t bother looking over.

“Ah, nope,” Chan says, laughing awkwardly. “Just… doing my job.”

“I was told you were too good to go for lunch with me today,” John says. He gets that same disgusted look on his face. “How about that?”

“Felix was only relaying the information in my schedule,” Chan says slowly, smiling in an effort to diffuse the situation. “I know he wouldn’t say anything like that.”

“He didn’t need to,” John mutters, but Chan catches it just fine. It makes the smile fall off his face.

Chan sighs. “Listen, I appreciate you coming out here, but unless you’re here to talk business…?”

“Sure,” John says. It’s a blatant lie. “Just like old times, right, Christopher? You’ve got a company card. I’ve got reservations at Okawa. Match made in heaven.”

“Felix actually has the company card,” Chan says lightly. “It’s part of his job to mitigate unnecessary expenses and keep track of spending. If we go to a business lunch, it’ll be with Felix there.”

John’s face does something funny. It’s like his features aren’t sure which expression to make between outrage and a smile. “Well… Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” Chan says simply.

He leaves out the part about the salad he’d eaten having been one that Felix packed for him at home. And the part where he and Felix talked through his entire lunch break. And the part where he’d reached out and carefully grazed his fingers over the back of Felix’s hand when he’d thanked him for the company and the meal.

“I see,” John says, tight and controlled. “Come by the office tomorrow afternoon instead. It’s been so long. We’ll get all caught up.”

“Right,” Chan says slowly.

“See you then, Chris,” John says. Then he turns on his heel and leaves through the ever-open door.

“So,” Felix is the first to say after a moment. “Chris, huh?”

Chan deflates. He laughs, shaking his head and coming over to fall heavily in the seat in front of Felix’s desk. Felix closes his laptop and smiles softly at him. He’s got this apologetic look in his eyes that Chan wants to fix. Badly.

“It’s my English name,” he says with a shrug. “Christopher. Chris.”

“Do you not like it?” Felix asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, that’s not it— I—” Chan laughs again, awkward and soft. “I actually prefer it among friends and family. It’s just…”

“He waves it around like a weapon,” Felix says quietly. “Is that it?”

Chan sighs, his shoulders slumping. “Yeah.”

“Can you afford to cut him off?” Felix asks abruptly.

Chan’s eyes fly wide open. “What?”

Felix looks pensive but dead serious. He folds his hands under his chin. “I’m serious. I understand that he’s your business partner on the Baek deal, but there’s surely another way to do it, no?”

Chan blinks at Felix. “How did you…?”

“I’ve never met him in person before, so I didn’t know who he was by his face when he walked in,” Felix says. He opens his laptop then, typing in something quickly and clicking around. “But, I've been managing your inbox for a month now. I know who he is by his name.”

“Impressive,” Chan says, genuinely meaning it even if his tone comes off a little teasing. His tone always comes off a little teasing with Felix.

Felix spares him half an eye roll. Chan can only see his eyes over the edge of his laptop. It’s adorable.

“John Akino,” Felix says finally, double-clicking on something on his screen. “Regional Finance Coordinator for the sales department of the Seoul branch of Baek Industries. Reports to… Sun Duri, Regional Manager of the same branch. She reports to Kwon Jiho, CFO.”

Felix looks back up at Chan and closes his laptop. He spreads his fingers over the surface, palms down. His pretty nails catch the light. The new set he had done last week are a pale, glassy pink.

“You’re the CFO of our company,” Felix says bluntly. “Why aren’t you doing business with their CFO?”

Chan opens his mouth, then shuts it. Felix smiles.

“You don’t deserve to be forced into the company of someone who doesn’t give you basic respect,” Felix says, tilting his head. “Even if he’s an old friend from uni.”

“Okay, come on,” Chan laughs, shaking his head. “That’s incredible. I didn’t even say anything about uni. Where did you pick that up from?”

Felix grins wide enough that Chan can see his sharp little canines. “Lucky guess.”

“You were right,” Chan confirms uselessly.

“I’m always right,” Felix says happily, resting his cheek on his palm. “You’ve been invited to see him tomorrow. You can fire him off the project if you go over his head and contact Kwon Jiho first. We’re an important client and the value of stock in Baek Industries is falling. She’ll listen.”

“You’re incredible,” is all Chan can breathe.

Felix bites his lip into his smile and looks away. “So,” he looks back up at Chan, “would you?”

The awe and pride Chan has been feeling is overtaken by anxiety in a matter of moments. The reality is that He’s probably too much of a coward to go through with it.

“I just… Isn’t it a bit much?” Chan asks.

“Is it a bit much for you to set a boundary because you’re uncomfortable?” Felix asks right back. “For you to get out from under the thumb of a guy you know you don’t owe anything to — a guy who’s been holding a chance connection over your head for years?”

Chan doesn’t say anything.

“It’s self-care, sir,” Felix says curtly, cutting his eyes away. “Plain and simple.”

The smile that makes its way across Chan’s lips is a fond one. Felix, to the best of his ability, is trying to take care of him. It’s sweet.

“I’m sort of notoriously bad at the whole self-care thing,” Chan says, trying to crack a joke.

What he gets instead of a courtesy chuckle is Felix fixing his eyes back on him. “Would it help if I asked you to do it for me?”

Chan blinks. “Uh.”

Felix smiles, sharp and knowing. “Hmm. Do it for me?”

“Felix,” Chan tries. It’s a weak try.

Felix bats his eyelashes. “Pretty please, Chris?”

It’s embarrassing how quickly it makes Chan fold. His whole soul turns itself inside out and all of a sudden he can’t possibly imagine denying Felix anything he could ever want in this life.

“I take it back,” Chan mumbles. “You’re not incredible. You’re terrifying.”

Felix laughs. “I’ll draft an email to Kwon Jiho for you to look over.”

“Have it to me by four and I’ll send it out tonight,” Chan cedes, standing and straightening out his jacket.

Felix opens his laptop with a flourish and a grin. “You got it.”

The email gets sent out at 3:45 in the afternoon. It’s concise. Cutting. Serious. It’s everything it has to be. Felix is sort of masterful with this corporate form of word-weaving.

The reply comes in at 8:14 in the evening as Chan and Felix are about to begin wrapping up to head home. They’re the last ones in the office — they always are. It’s a greenlight.

He knows when Felix actually whoops, getting up from his desk to run into Chan’s office and high-five him.

Chan obediently holds his hand up in abject confusion when Felix tells him to, then blinks blankly when Felix smacks their palms together.

“Why?” Chan asks helplessly.

“Guess who’s getting fired off the Baek deal tomorrow,” Felix says, smiling as he hops up to sit on Chan’s desk right next to him.

Chan’s eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”

“Yep,” Felix replies. He reaches out and bravely — completely unwaveringly — pushes Chan’s hair off his forehead. His fingers are cool to touch but comfortingly gentle. He pulls his hand back like nothing happened. “Let’s go home. It’s late.”

“Yeah, okay,” Chan breathes. His lungs have seemed to stop working at full capacity. “Go, uh. Pack up. I’ll be right there.”

Felix nods and climbs down from his perch, floating back out of the office with a grace that Chan almost envies. Maybe if he had even a tenth of the composure Felix has, he wouldn’t be such a disaster around him.

The next morning, Chan is a bit of a mess.

“You’re not going to lose your job for making a smart, business-forward decision,” Felix is saying softly. “This looks as good for you as it is. You were doing business with the only man in the chain of command who was severely underqualified for the task. Going to a woman who is qualified under the pretence of doing it correctly is a good move.”

Chan sighs. Felix always finds a way to lay it all out in a way that doesn’t seem so complicated after all.

“I know. Sorry,” Chan murmurs. He’s stopped pacing, at least. He’s standing in front of Felix like a lost dog waiting for orders instead.

Felix takes pity on him. He smiles and stands. “Come here.”

Chan comes. He wanders up to Felix and takes a big, heavy breath as Felix reaches out and adjusts his tie. He looks right at Felix, floundering halfway between embarrassment and relief.

“Why are you giving me those eyes?” Felix sighs, shaking his head. His fingers slide over Chan’s pulse, his thumb brushing across his jaw. “Look at you. You’re just a big puppy in a suit.”

Chan blinks. Felix’s words shouldn’t do to him what they’re doing. “I. Uh.”

“You’ll be fine,” Felix says, pulling his hands away from Chan. “You always turn it on when you need to.”

“Turn what on?” Chan questions, his brow furrowing.

“Big bad businessman,” Felix says. He picks up a pen from Chan’s desk and pockets it. It’s unclear to Chan if it’s Felix’s pen or if he’s just blatantly stealing from him. “Like during our interview. Remember?”

“No,” Chan says flatly, too-quick. His lip twitches as he glances away. “Are you ready to go?”

Felix makes an odd sound, halfway between a groan and a sigh. He leans into Chan’s space, recapturing his gaze. “It’s a good thing there are no doors in this stupid office,” he whispers through his teeth.

Chan blinks at him. “Why?”

“Because if there were, I would be under your desk right now and we would be late,” Felix hisses, looking somewhere between endeared and frazzled. The playout is adorable on his features, only resulting in an expression about as ferocious as a newborn kitten.

“Oh,” Chan says, grinning now. “Okay.”

Felix’s eye twitches. Chris can actually see it — it twitches.

Then he turns on his heel and walks out of Chan’s office so quickly that it’s comical. He looks like a fluffed-up, annoyed housecat.

Chan wants him to snap. Bat him around a little. He wants to see Felix give in to whatever this is they’ve got between them.

Because there evidently is. Something between them, that is.

It would be wrong of Chan to deny it at this point when Felix has already laid his own cards out on the table.

He has to physically shake his head to clear it at the mental images that populate his brain at the thought of it. He has bigger fish to fry than imagining how Felix’s lips would feel against his own. He follows Felix out the door a second later.

“I like it, by the way,” Chan says as they’re taking the elevator down to the waiting car outside the lobby.

Felix fixes him with a bemused look.

“Hearing that name from you,” Chan supplies. He checks his watch to have something to do that isn’t staring into Felix’s eyes. “You make it sound like home.”

When he looks back up, Felix is smiling. “Good,” he says gently. “I like using it.”

Felix’s pinky brushes against the back of Chan’s hand. Then the elevator doors slide open and they fall into step, side-by-side.

For the first time in a long time, Chan feels genuinely out of place when he steps into John’s office.

It’s something he’d gotten used to, but he’s seeing it now with new eyes, especially now that he’s listened to Felix talk his ear off about structural interior design. He can see the way John has centred his entire office around himself. Degrees plastered on the walls. No less than four full-sized monitors on his desk. One very uncomfortable chair for guests, haphazardly placed off to the side in front of John’s desk.

Chan has known the guy for years, but they never really matched. Their styles never matched. Managerial styles. Aesthetic styles. Human styles. Chan is surprised it’s taken him this long to give in to urges to cut him off.

“Chris,” is the first thing out of John’s mouth when he sees Chan. He lights up when he says it. It’s enough to almost make Chan feel guilty.

The tough part of this is that John isn’t evil. He’s misguided, and overeager for as much attention and power as he can get his hands on. He’s not good for Chan by any means, but it’s a human sort of bad — not evil.

“John,” Chan says in greeting. He drags the lone chair front and centre and sits heavily, crossing his ankles out in front of himself and folding his hands against his stomach. “How are you?”

John is nothing if not perceptive. He squints at Chan for a moment. “What’s wrong with you?”

Chan blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“You look like you’ve got a corporate stick up your ass,” John says with a shrug. He glances at something on one of his monitors and clicks around with his mouse. “Believe me, I get it. My boss can really piss me off with her ‘corporate standard’ bullshit.”

“Something like that,” Chan says tightly. “I actually came to let you know personally about some changes being made to the arrangement between our companies.”

“Oh, God. Now what?” John asks, finally looking directly at Chan. He looks so annoyed that it morphs into something like irritation in his eyes. “They always want something, don’t they?”

“It wasn’t your boss,” Chan says slowly. “I requested a change in representation.”

John stills. “What change?”

“I’ve requested to do business one-on-one with Kwon Jiho,” Chan says, spreading his hands out palm-up before himself, laying the cards all out on the table. “I believe it’s more appropriate.”

The blank shock on John’s face melts away into a nasty grin in a matter of mere moments.

“I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but I didn’t expect someone else to get in your ear so fast,” John says, shaking his head. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? Little secretary felt threatened?”

All the moral conflict in Chris drains from him. He stares blankly at John.

“Believe it or not, I’m capable of making a savvy business decision that benefits my company first,” Chan says, his voice much more cool than it's ever really been with John. “I should have been doing business with your CFO the whole time. I’m fixing a mistake.”

John’s mouth opens and closes a couple times. He looks like a fish.

“Kwon Jiho will retrieve the necessary documents from your account by the tenth,” Chan says. He stands from the chair he’d pulled up. “If you have any further questions, you can direct them to your supervisor.”

“Wow,” John says, chuckling. “This is not the Chris I knew before.”

“You’re right,” Chan says. He straightens his coat and shrugs. “I’m doing much better now.”

John scoffs out a laugh that honestly feels condescending, but Chan can’t bring himself to care much. He doesn’t wait around for a response. He walks out of John’s office.

“Chris,” Felix says, straightening up in his seat as Chan approaches.

God, it sounds so much better coming from Felix. His name is safe in Felix’s mouth. It belongs there, wrapped in his pretty lips and on the tip of his tongue.

“Hi,” Chan says breathlessly. “Come here.”

“That bad?” Felix asks as he stands, gathering his bag up on his shoulder and hurrying over to Chan.

“No, it— It went fine. Great,” Chan stammers. “I just— Yeah.”

“Shall we go?” Felix asks, his lips pulling into a knowing but still-sweet smile.

Chan’s breath catches. “No. Well— Yes. I just don’t—”

“—want to go back to the office?” Felix finishes, his voice lilting up into a gentle question. “I know. I already blocked out the rest of the day for you.”

Chan scoffs out a shocked, winded laugh. “What? When?”

“Before we left,” Felix admits, shrugging his shoulders as he holds onto the strap of his bag with both hands. “I had a gut feeling.”

Chan wants to kiss him, then. He wants to kiss him so badly that his fingers twitch uselessly against his thigh where they’re aching to grab Felix’s face and drag their lips together. He thinks somehow Felix wouldn’t mind. But they’re standing outside the office of the man Chan just fired off a project. So.

It can wait.

“Can I ask you an honest question?” Chan blurts out instead, unfiltered.

Felix eyes him curiously. His lips curl into one of those dangerous smiles. “I generally prefer questions to be honest.”

“Why did you apply?” Chan asks. Felix opens his mouth too quickly, so he shakes his head. “Not because Changbin asked you to. Not that part. Why this job? Why did he tell you to apply? You— I know I’ve been saying it all along, but— Jesus, Felix, you’re brilliant.”

Felix laughs. “Don’t you want your personal assistant to be brilliant?”

“Ah-ah,” Chan scolds, but he’s smiling too. “Honest questions deserve honest answers. You’re overqualified. Deeply overqualified. You could have your own business. Why not?”

Felix sighs through his smile, then shakes his head with a shrug. He holds tighter to his bag. “Is it a crime to want to be taken care of?”

Chan tenses. He hadn’t expected that answer. “No. No, of course not, I just— Arguably, you’re taking care of me.”

“Can’t it be a little bit of both?” Felix asks. He looks away, then up through his lashes, somehow, despite his heel-given height advantage.

He’s beautiful, and Chan kind of wants to do something about it.

“It can be both,” Chan settles on saying aloud. He swallows, painfully aware of the way his eyes flick down to Felix’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “Let’s— Let’s go, Lix.”

Felix’s eyes light up. “That’s a new one.”

“Like it?” Chris asks, feeling a little lightheaded as he ushers them down the hall towards the elevator.

“Love it,” Felix says, smiling wide as he presses the elevator button. The doors slide open and they file inside. “Call me that more often.”

The doors slide shut. Despite being someone who is usually quite firmly in control of his actions and usually has a great handle on his desires — Chan just can’t help himself.

Felix lets out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp as his back hits the metal wall of the elevator. His eyes are so wide and so close like this that Chan can see the little subtleties of them, the darker edges of his irises and the chocolate warmth in their centres.

“Lix,” Chan murmurs. He’s gathered Felix up like he’s been dying to, chest-to-chest and leaving Felix no space to run or hide or dodge. “Lix.”

Felix’s lashes flutter. His lips part, his breath catching as though to speak, but he says nothing.

“Lix,” Chan repeats, low and careful. It gets him his intended reaction.

“You’re the worst,” Felix gasps. “Oh, my God.” Then he kisses him, just like that.

Chan lets out a noise that’s nearly animalistic into Felix’s mouth. They kiss like there’s nothing to hide, open-mouthed and messy. It’s hungry and urgent. The strap of Felix’s bag falls from his shoulder and catches in the crook of his elbow as Chan’s hands dig hard into Felix’s waist. Felix presses one hand to Chan’s chest and curls the other into his hair.

“Fuck,” Chan hisses against Felix’s lips when Felix tugs at the curls against his nape. “Felix.”

“Th— The other one,” Felix whispers. “Please.”

“Lix,” Chan mumbles between kisses, nothing if not a quick study. “Lix.”

“Yes,” Felix sighs, his breath stuttering as he inhales deeply. He nods, making their teeth click together. “Like that.”

Chan’s hand smooths up Felix’s side, fingers brushing over the soft material of his blouse—

Ding!

They jump apart as the elevator doors slide open on the ground floor. There’s a moment’s pause where they’re both quiet. Chan braves a glance at Felix and finds him already staring at him, grinning, his sharp little canines buried in his swollen lower lip.

I did that, something possessive and heated hisses in Chan’s chest. My lips. My teeth. My tongue. I did that.

“After you,” Chan says, faux-polite with one arm out in front of the door and the other presenting a hand for Felix to take.

Felix blinks, then laughs, placing his hand in Chan’s daintily. “So polite,” he teases. It makes Chan’s cheeks burn.

They probably look a mess as they cross through the lobby. Chan doesn’t even want to think about it too hard. Hand-in-hand like they have nothing to hide, smiling like idiots, hurrying past the reception desk with the urgency of two shoplifting teenagers.

“That was stupid,” Chan breathes unthinkingly when they get into the car Felix had somehow already ordered for them — of course he had; he’s Felix.

“Don’t you dare back down now, Bang Chan,” Felix hisses as he takes his own seat.

The driver rolls up the partition the moment he sits down, clearly getting the right idea. Felix slams the door shut behind himself and curls insistent fingers into the lapels of Chan’s suit jacket. He pulls him close and looks him right in the eye.

“Don’t try to moralise this,” Felix demands. His eyes flit over Chan’s face. “Take what you need. Ask for it. That’s— That’s what I’m here for, I’m yours.”

Chan’s mouth falls open. His cock twitches in his slacks. It can’t be helped.

“Felix,” Chan starts. At a sharp look from Felix, he amends it. “Lix. I— We—”

“Not we,” Felix murmurs. “You. Be greedy.”

Chan chuckles. “Honey, you have no idea just how greedy I am already.”

“Then act on it,” Felix says, angling his chin so that he’s nearly looking down at Chan. “Ask for it.”

“I think I’m starting to,” Chan says honestly.

That seems to placate Felix, who smiles brightly and snatches up Chan’s hand to hold it for the remaining duration of their ride.

Felix at least has the decency to save his next move for when they’re home, safely tucked away inside and up against the closed door. He kisses Chan insistently, presses little hands against his face.

“Lix,” Chan mumbles into Felix’s mouth.

Felix moans, pressing his body more firmly against Chan’s. He’s very distracting. Almost distracting enough for Chris to get lost in it — the warmth of Felix’s insistent lips and the way his tongue slips behind Chan’s teeth and laps into his mouth like he’s trying to prove a point.

“Lix, Felix,” Chan manages to breathe when they part for a breath.

“Chris, Chan,” Felix says back, grinning against his lips.

“This— Do you want this?” Chan feels stupid the moment the words are out of his mouth. “I just— We never really checked in—”

“Christopher,” Felix says. He’s smiling at least. That has to be a good sign. He kicks off his own shoes and starts unbuttoning his pretty white blouse from the top, slow and careful, making no mistakes or fumbles. “I want to have sex with you. I want to go to your bed and have you all over me in whatever fucking way you’d like.”

He finishes unbuttoning and slips the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall behind him. His pretty chest is smooth and soft. His nipples are a gentle dusty pink. Chan stares at him, his self-restraint at an all-time high as he does not pounce on him at the first chance presented. Felix reaches out and loosens Chan’s tie with deft fingers, smiling as he continues.

“Do you want that too, sir?” Felix asks, cocky and sure of himself. Chan’s tie falls to the ground between them, then Felix pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders too. It joins the growing pile of articles of clothing on the floor. “Do you want me in your bed?”

“God, yes,” Chan finally breathes. His hands are shaking. Felix has his hands shaking.

Felix hooks his fingers in Chan’s belt loops and pulls him closer. His fingers trail up his navel to his collar and start unbuttoning his shirt, just as slow and controlled as before. “Ask me for it. Ask for what you need, and you'll get it. I’m here to give you whatever you want.”

“Please,” Chan starts lamely.

Felix’s smile takes on a dangerous edge as he arches an eyebrow. Chan swallows heavily as Felix finishes with his shirt and pulls it off him. They’re both half-naked now, right in the entryway to their flat. Felix runs his hands over Chan’s chest, splaying out his fingers against his pecs.

“Please, what?” Felix asks, leaning in close. He loops his arms around Chan’s neck. “Ask for it, Chris.”

Beg, he doesn’t say, but Chan can read between the lines.

“I— Felix, please, baby, I want this. I want you. Let me take you to bed,” Chan babbles, thoughtless and rushed. “I want to make you feel good, I can— I can make you feel so fucking good, honey. Let me. Please.”

“Take me to bed,” Felix breathes against his lips. Then he yelps as Chan picks him up by his thighs and makes to start walking. “Wait, wait, wait, Chris, your shoes—”

Chan kicks off his dress shoes with a lack of care that’s shocking for him. He’s the same man with a meticulously organised shoe rack in the coat closet. But their clothes are already littered all over the entryway, so Chan decides it's not even slightly worth the hassle to be neat about this.

Felix takes a soft, deep breath as Chan starts walking them to his bedroom. His arms tighten around Chan’s shoulders minutely. It’s cute. Human. It makes Chan smile to himself to think that Felix is just as excited.

He sets Felix down in front of his bed, pulling back to look him in the eye. Felix smiles, soft and interested. Then his eyes go very wide as Chan sinks to his knees in front of him.

“Let me take care of you,” Chan mumbles, a little embarrassed.

He unbuttons Felix’s pants and slips his fingers into the waistband of them and Felix’s soft underwear to pull them down all at once. Felix gasps at the exposure, his fingers tightening into little fists at his sides. He’s adorable. Chan wants to eat him.

“Sit,” Chan says once Felix has stepped out of his pants. “Sit down.”

Felix, for once, follows instructions without a pause or a quick comment. He sits at the edge of the bed and stares, wide-eyed and beautiful, at Chan. He’s only wearing a pretty pair of knee-high socks, semi-sheer black ones with a thin lace trim at the hem. Chan’s brain turns off.

He leans in close and kisses Felix’s knee as he strokes his hands over his shin. Felix’s breath catches above him as Chan’s fingers dip into the hem of the sock and pull it slowly, carefully from his body. His fingers are greedy, searching for the warmth of Felix’s skin even when it’s right in front of him. He presses his fingertips into his calf and the arch of his foot, pressing his lips to Felix's knee again.

“F-Fuck, Chris,” Felix gasps, laughing breathlessly.

Chan lovingly ignores him. He repeats the process for the other sock, pressing his forehead to Felix’s shin and kissing his ankle softly. Felix’s other leg squeezes gently against his shoulder, an overwhelmed little gesture that strikes Chan as painfully adorable.

“Lay back,” Chan says softly when he has Felix fully, truly naked.

When Felix lets himself fall back to lie down, Chan finally pounces. He surges forward and runs his hands over Felix’s body, tracing lines down his sides and over his thighs. Felix sighs happily, arching into the touch. His pretty golden skin looks beautiful against the pale pink of Chan’s hands.

And then Chan turns his attention to his cock.

It’s adorable. Far smaller than Chan’s, but— it’s far from a problem. Chan wants to put his mouth on it. He wants to feel Felix’s pretty little cock pressing at his throat and swallow down anything Felix wants to give him.

“So fucking pretty, baby,” Chan murmurs. He bends down to kiss Felix’s sternum, then drags his lips to his navel. “Such a perfect little body. Been dying to see you like this.”

“Yeah?” Felix breathes, sounding nearly hopeful.

“Are you kidding me?” Chan laughs, kissing underneath Felix’s belly button, right next to his cock. “Honey, I’ve been imagining you naked since you opened your mouth. I’ve been half-crazy.”

Felix whimpers, his cock twitching against his stomach. Chan gives in to temptation and presses a gentle, too-soft kiss to the head of it, then looks up to gauge Felix's face.

Felix is flushed and teary-eyed, his lower lip bitten back between his teeth. His pretty blonde hair is falling out of the messy bun he’d had half of it pulled into earlier. He’s beautiful, laid out for Chan to enjoy and spoil.

Chan slowly, carefully wraps his fingers around Felix’s cock, squeezing tightly as he strokes over him. “Doing okay, Lix?”

Felix moans, squirming. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Sorry. I— I’ve wanted this too, I wanted you, I just kind of can’t believe you're so— Sir, please—”

Chan actually laughs, soft-mouthed and fond, at the honorific. He’s never going to be able to unhear Felix moaning out that word. Getting literally any work done is going to be interesting after this.

“I know,” Chan says aloud, soft and low. “I’ve got you.”

Felix's only verbal response is a little groan as Chan leans down to flatten his tongue against the head of his cock, languid and hot, as he strokes slowly over the length of it.

Felix buries his hands in Chan’s hair and tugs — it’s not demanding. It’s more like he’s using Chan as an anchor. Chan twists his wrist and Felix lets out a punched-out noise like he's been hurt. It makes Chan’s own cock throb between his legs, still trapped in his slacks and underwear.

Chan kisses slowly down Felix’s cock, around his knuckles, feeling it twitch under his lips and tasting the bitter precum dripping messily from the head.

It’s a bit of an ego trip to have such a pretty man falling apart under him. It's an even bigger ego trip to know he has the skill and means to spoil Felix in every other aspect of his life, too — that he has and will continue to make Felix more comfortable than he’s ever been in his life.

Felix makes a tortured noise as Chan noses into the seam of his hip, kissing the sensitive skin and then flattening his tongue against it. He tastes like skin and sweat and the faintly sweet aftertaste of his hideously expensive body lotion still lingering on his skin. The body lotion that Chan pays for, even if indirectly. Chan muffles a groan into Felix’s skin.

“Bite me,” Felix breathes, because he knows he can get away with being demanding. He always does. “Bite me, I wanna feel you tomorrow.”

That’s a thought. Pretty little Felix, bright and perky, walking around the office with the imprint of his boss’s teeth simmering on his skin beneath his designer clothes. Pretty Secretary Lee with his big eyes and big smiles, hands full of documents and coffees — he’s Chan’s, in all the ways he can be. Chan has to suck a sharp breath in through his teeth to keep from whining aloud at the idea.

He kisses Felix’s hip, then sinks his teeth in without any hesitation. Felix moans as Chan bites down, his hands shaking and legs kicking uselessly under the weight of Chan's body. He’s not trying to get away — he’s just reacting — but if he was, it’d be a pretty pitiful attempt.

Chan lets his jaw tighten as much as he’d like, relishing in the way Felix cries out brokenly and the way he’s starting to taste iron. He’s greedy about it, unlatching his teeth just to bite down again only a few centimetres further up Felix’s side. Felix enables it — begs for it — with his body alone: the muscles of his stomach tighten up and his thighs twitch as he tugs harder at Chan’s hair.

Felix gives it all away without a single coherent word leaving his mouth. Chan relishes it and bites down again. It’s easy to give in to the hunger when he knows it’s exactly what Felix wants.

This time when Chan pulls his teeth from Felix’s skin, he follows them with tongue and lips, gentle and a bit apologetic. He pulls back and runs a finger over the soft imprint of his own teeth, red and warm beneath his touch.

“Thank you,” Felix moans, then gasps as Chan turns his attention back to his cute little cock. “Oh, God.’

Chan noses at the base as he kisses slow and open-mouthed against Felix’s balls. He’s just as soft and small even here. All of him is soft and small, made to be consumed and touched and cherished. Chan lets his tongue slip out to run over Felix’s hot skin, hungry for the taste and scent of him.

Felix moans aloud at the feeling, startled and soft. When Chan puts his thighs on his shoulders, his ankles lock together behind Chan’s back as if by muscle memory.

Felix takes a sharp little breath, hesitates, and then whispers, “Can I— Ah— Can I fuck your mouth?”

Chan lets Felix’s question simmer between them for a moment. He kisses the base of Felix's cock, letting the length of it rest against his face. He looks up through his lashes to find Felix looking down at him with an almost pained expression on his face, softly desperate with his brows furrowed and lower lip caught between his teeth. He releases Chan’s hair from his tight grip to pet through it instead. Affection floods through Chan’s system.

“Anything for you, honey,” Chan murmurs, lips against Felix’s cock. “You can have anything you want.”

Felix grins, blissed out and elated. “Then get naked.”

Chan snorts, but scrambles to comply, standing and unbuckling his belt in what feels like record time. He nearly tears his slacks and briefs off, toeing off his socks as he goes. He’s never felt so desperate to comply in his life. When he finally stands at the edge of the bed, fully naked, Felix is staring.

“You’re fucking huge,” is all he says at first, eyes trained on Chan’s cock. “I— I want that in me.”

“We can—”

“Later,” Felix cuts him off, shaking his head. “C’mere.”

Felix reaches his hands out for Chan, who nearly trips over himself to get to him quickly. Felix cards his fingers into Chan’s hair and pulls, but instead of pushing him into position, he drags Chan down to kiss him, messy and wet. He moans when Chan meets his insistence with his own greed. Chan groans as Felix buries both hands in his hair.

“You’re so good for me,” Felix gasps between kisses. It’s half praise and half nonsense. “You make it so good.”

Chan moans against his mouth, his own cock throbbing against his stomach. He ignores it in favour of kissing Felix’s pretty lips again and again until they’re both out of breath and spit-slick all the way to their chins.

Felix’s gentle little hands push at Chan’s shoulders. “Lay down,” he whispers against Chan’s mouth. “Lay down for me, Chris.”

“Fuck—” Chan breathes, winded and weak, as he lets himself fall onto his back.

Felix kneels over him, his shins pressing into the bed on either side of Chan’s head. He looks like the sun itself; a God. Beautiful, in the way that sort of hurts to look at. Felix laughs. “That’s the idea.”

“Please,” Chan mumbles, his tongue feeling too-big for his mouth and eyes blurring a little.

“Oh, baby,” Felix coos.

Something in Chan’s brain short-circuits. He’s pretty sure Felix could say anything and he would find it to be that perfect mixture of sweet and sexy that Felix always carries himself with, but that word hits a special sort of mark. Chan usually isn’t in a position where he’s being called anything that gentle. It’s something he didn’t realise he’d been missing. He lets out a soft, breathless sound, his cock twitching in neglect against his stomach.

“Need you,” is all Chan can manage to say.

Felix laughs. It’s a sweet laugh, almost lovingly fond. It warms Chan up instead of making him feel ashamed. “You have me. Open your mouth for me, yeah?”

Chan lets his mouth fall open as instructed, his tongue pressing over the ridge of his lower teeth and eyes fluttering as they threaten to fall shut. He’s desperate to see Felix like this, so he resists.

Felix smiles at him, cinnamon and sugar, and then the touch-hot head of his pretty cock slides against Chan’s tongue. Chan takes a slow, deep breath through his nose. He can only smell Felix, human warmth and vanilla.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Felix gasps, and his hips press forward a bit. It’s hesitant, like he’s trying not to overwhelm Chan. He’s small enough that he probably can’t overwhelm Chan, but the sentiment is sweet. “You take it so well.”

Chan squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and then blinks them back open, a small whine tearing itself from his throat. It must feel good; Felix inhales sharply, his cock twitching against Chan’s tongue.

Felix draws his hips back until his cock slips free of Chan’s mouth Chan has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out in distress.

“Can I— Like, actually?” Felix says, stilted and discordant.

Chan grabs Felix by the wings of his hips and pulls him close, working against the soft muscle of Felix’s thighs flexing to hold him up. “Come back here,” he mumbles, desperate to get Felix back against his lips. “Fuck my mouth, honey.”

Felix nods quickly, letting his full weight settle back onto Chan and shivering when his cock makes contact with his mouth again. “Thank you— Fuck, thank you.”

It’s not careful, the way Felix starts to fuck his mouth. It’s not rough or anything, either. It’s just raw — messy. His little hips kick forward and he grinds urgently into Chan’s mouth, a steady stream of debeached little whines slipping from his lips.

“Oh, my God,” is the only coherent phrase on Felix’s tongue, second only to, “Chris—” He babbles it under his breath, absentminded and soft.

Chan is in heaven. He has the most beautiful man above him, letting his full weight rest on him and stuffing his mouth full of cock. One of Felix’s hands tangles into his hair at the crown of his head for leverage and Chan groans loudly around Felix’s cock. It makes Felix double over, his other hand bracing against the headboard as his hips stutter.

“F-Fuck, I’m —” Felix cuts himself off to pant harshly for a moment, grinding more slowly and deeply into Chan’s mouth. “Oh, God, Chris— Your mouth—”

Chan swallows around Felix’s cock just to get a reaction out of him. It works. A soft, high-pitched little yelp tugs itself from Felix’s throat, and then he’s rolling his hips harder — more carelessly — into Chan’s face as his cock twitches and throbs against his tongue.

“I— Cumming, m’cumming,” Felix sighs, his thighs trembling on either side of Chan’s head. He uses the hand buried in Chan’s hair to hold him in place — as if Chan would go anywhere. “Oh, fuck— Ah—”

Chan has always been the kind of partner eager to please with oral — he likes making his partners feel good. But with Felix, it feels like his life’s purpose is to swallow it all down until Felix is twitching and whining in sensitivity above him. It feels surreal and incredible when Felix desperately taps out, gasping for air and whispering praises as he lifts his weight from Chan’s chest.

“Did so fucking good, felt amazing,” Felix murmurs, shifting his weight so he can fall against the mattress next to Chan, a bit above his position. “You’re amazing.”

Chan moans as Felix takes his face into his hands, his mouth dropping open as Felix’s cool fingers press into his overheated skin. Felix makes a soft, sweet noise — a coo — as if he finds Chan cute. Chan’s eyes nearly roll back.

“God, you’re so—” Felix giggles. He pulls Chris on top of himself again, running one of his hands down his side. “C’mere. C’mon Chris, get up here.”

“Lix,” Chan says reverently, breathless and thoughtless. The word is rough in his mouth after everything, but it feels good regardless to say it. He groans, feeling sucker-punched as Felix’s pretty hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly over the length.

“That’s it,” Felix whispers when Chan bucks up into his fist. He’s smiling, Chan can hear it in his words. “Feels good?”

“Yes,” Chan breathes shakily against Felix’s throat. He feels like he’s spinning out of control. “Yeah.”

Felix tightens his grip and Chan whines, desperate and strung-out. “Took such good care of me,” Felix whispers against the shell of his ear. “So good for letting me take care of you now. Your cock is so pretty in my hand, hyung. Look.”

Chan forces himself to look down. Felix’s pretty, baby pink manicure is pretty against the flushed red tip of his cock. His little fingers do look good around it. Chan thinks that’s arguably more about Felix being pretty than anything to do with him, but he knows better than to say that aloud.

“What the fuck,” Chan whimpers, and Felix laughs. His cock twitches in Felix’s hold at the sound. Felix thumbs at the head of it and it does it again, completely against Chan’s will and beyond his control. “What the fuck.”

“See how nice it is to let someone take care of you?” Felix says, low and velvety-soft in his ear. The tip of his tongue presses briefly to Chan’s earlobe and he shudders, sensitive beyond belief. “Kinda glad you waited until me, though. Get to take care of you myself.”

Chan chokes on a breath as Felix bites gently at his earlobe, then presses a wet kiss directly under it. Felix is beneath Chan, totally eclipsed by his larger frame, and he somehow still has Chan in pieces in his palm.

“Felix, I-I—” Chan laughs weakly, feeling a little lightheaded and a lot manic. “M’gonna cum.”

“That’s the goal,” Felix sighs. His free hand tugs gently at Chan’s hair. “Let me see your face, baby, let me see you. Let me watch you cum.”

Chan lets out a sound like he’s been punched. Then he lifts his head, blinking past the blurriness in his eyes with his lips parted and face hot. Felix’s eyes are fiercely dark, his lips pulled into a dazed smile. He looks as debauched as Chan feels.

“You’re so pretty,” Felix whispers. He fists over Chan’s cock tighter, faster. “So sweet. You’d give me anything, wouldn’t you?’

Chan chokes on his own breath. “Yeah,” he whines. “Anything.”

He’s never had anyone make him feel like this before. But for Felix, he really would drop anything. He’d lay down and let Felix step on him. He’d probably kill someone for him. It makes him feel larger than life and very small all at once. It’s a lovely feeling.

“Cum for me, then,” Felix demands, gentle and firm all at once.

He doesn’t need to do or say anything else. Chan, with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped in a loud and breathless moan, obeys. His hips fuck into Felix’s fist through it as his cum spills through Felix’s fingers and drips down his stomach. It’s embarrassing — it doesn’t end. There’s always so much whenever he cums. Maybe he should have told Felix. Chan doesn’t care. He’s focused on Felix’s fucked-out, satisfied expression.

“You came so fucking much,” Felix gasps, smiling wide like he’s won something.

“Uh. Yeah,” Chan breathes, dazed. “It’s just. Like that.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Felix whimpers, dragging Chan close by a grip on his jaw to kiss him messily. He murmurs his next words against Chan’s lips. “Next time, inside. Please.”

“Christ,” Chan mutters. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“Yessss,” Felix whispers victoriously, his eyes falling shut.

When they’re all cleaned up but still so horribly naked, Felix insists on sitting himself on the small of Chan’s back and digging his gentle little fingers into every knot in his muscles. He says it’s as good an aftercare as any, claiming that just getting to touch Chan’s muscles will be healing all by itself.

Chan hasn’t ever denied Felix anything he wants. He doesn’t start now.

“How are you so good at that?” Chan groans as Felix presses his thumbs into his shoulder blades and kneads at them, gently dismantling the tension Chan has unintentionally been carrying in them.

Felix makes a noncommittal humming sound that Chan imagines must be paired with a little shrug. “Good with my hands,” he murmurs, pressing hard at Chan’s muscles. “Or so I’ve been told.”

“Ha-ha,” Chan says, then moans as Felix hits a tender spot. “Ow— Fuck.”

“No, yeah, keep back-talking the guy with his fingers in your pressure points,” Felix says. He abandons the guise of the massage and leans down to kiss behind Chan’s ear and then whisper, “How suspicious do you think it would look if we both called out tomorrow?”

Chan laughs, then gasps as Felix’s hips twitch forward against his lower back and he feels how hard his little cock is again. He’s insatiable. Chan thinks he might love him.

“Depends on what you have planned instead,” Chan says, slow and careful. “Will I be able to get any work done from home?”

“Nope,” Felix says, flippant and sweet all at once. “You’re horribly sick with a stomach bug and have been throwing up ever since we got home. I’m staying to take care of you because you’re just so terribly ill.”

“Oh, no,” Chan says flatly, smiling wide. “Whatever will we do?”

“Bed rest,” Felix deadpans, then shrieks when that proves to be the final straw that makes Chan surge up from beneath him and roll them over so Felix is on his back beneath him.

He looks up at Chan with those wide brown eyes and it occurs to Chan that he’s not feeling even the slightest bit guilty about any of it. Not dodging work today. Not calling out tomorrow. Not even having the most beautiful human being he’s ever had the privilege of meeting in his bed.

Maybe Felix really is great stress relief. The thought makes Chan laugh, short and quiet. Felix blinks up at him.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, his tiny fingers digging into Chan’s biceps.

“Nothing. You,” Chan says. Then, before Felix has the chance to get indignant, Chan says, “You’re great stress relief, you know that?”

Felix scrunches his nose. “That sounds like the setup for a porno.”

Chan snorts. It does.