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Let’s go for a run
Felix paused the video he was watching and switched over to his text thread with Chan.
Not right now, he texted back.
Come on
What else are you doing besides watching tiktok?
Felix scoffed.
I’m not
watching
tiktok
Because you paused to text me?
Felix scowled. Sometimes it was really annoying having a boyfriend who knew him as well as Chan did.
No
Maybe
I’m tired
I don’t
feel like
going for
a run right
now
Aw, please? Chan replied, playing dirty. Besides hasn’t your back been hurting? It’ll help loosen you up
You could
loosen me
in different
ways
if you
wanted
Lix
I’m just
saying
I’ll be there in 20 min
Felix huffed and relaxed back into his bed. He flipped back over to tiktok, but only made it through a couple videos before he closed the app and threw his phone down on the bed.
When Chan showed up fifteen minutes later, Felix had changed into a track suit and was lacing up his sneakers.
“Cunt,” he said in greeting, but Chan just laughed.
“Think you can beat me?” he asked.
Felix just looked at him, but didn’t reply.
“Come on,” Chan goaded. “What if I promise to make it worth your while if you do?”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“You mentioned something about wanting to loosen up?”
“I think that was you,” Felix corrected.
“Winner tops?”
Felix looked up at him sharply. It wasn’t that Chan didn’t enjoy bottoming, but he was very particular about the circumstances under which he would do it. “Yeah?” he asked, surprised at the casual tone.
Chan glanced at him. “If you think you can beat me.”
“Ah, you fucker,” Felix grumbled knowing that Chan had got him. “Let’s fucking go then.”
Chan poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek and grinned. “After you, baby.”
The roads were dark and mostly empty. The odds of them being recognized were about as low as they got this time of night, and as much as he was annoyed at having been played so expertly it was nice to spend some one on one time with Chan.
They started at a slow but steady pace, feet pounding against the sidewalk synchronously.
Cardio has been part of Felix’s routine for as long as he was an idol. Longer really. The methods tended to come and go in cycles, sometimes running, sometimes stationary bikes, sometimes rowing machines or—when he really felt like punishing himself—the stairs. The latest cycle was running and it had hit most of the members, thanks to Minho's fanaticism. Even Seungmin hadn't escaped the craze.
Felix knew Chan's own running the last few weeks had been inspired by Minho's most recent PR, shaving nearly two minutes off Chan's own time.
It was funny watching Chan pretend like that wasn't his motivation. Felix loved him so much.
They didn't talk much as they ran. That wasn't always the case, of course. The treadmill training sessions where they would sing were a very specific type of hell, but one that Felix still managed to think about with some fondness. Other times, like today, Felix enjoyed the companionable silence. He and Chan never got enough one on one time, and he soaked in Chan’s comforting presence.
“Why did you want to go for a run?” Felix asked after they passed a couple kilometres in companionable silence.
“Can’t a guy just want to get a workout in with his boyfriend?” Chan asked.
Felix glanced over at him. He was hardly out of breath, and there was only the faintest trace of a sweat on his face. In fact, even in the dark street he looked like he was glowing.
“Sure,” Felix agreed. That was a classic Chan misdirect, if he had ever heard one. “Was that the reason?”
Chan shrugged. “A bit.”
Felix wasn’t surprised—or offended—to hear Chan dodging his question. He’d been off the last few days. Not angry, not upset—just off. It was a mood that Felix was used to navigating, and as much as he hadn’t wanted to get out of bed earlier, if Chan hadn’t reached out himself in the next couple days, he probably would have done it himself.
Felix gasped, mock outraged. “So the truth comes out! You didn’t want to see me, this was all some, some ruse.”
Chan rolled his eyes but he was laughing. Felix felt himself relax, just a bit. Chan had gotten better over the years at recognizing when he needed someone to pull him out of his head. Felix had gotten better at not taking it personally when Chan retreated into himself or his work in the first place.
“I said I wanted to see you.”
That was Chan’s way of acknowledging he had needed help. Felix decided to take it as the offering Chan intended it to be.
“A bit! A bit! That sounds like you’ve tricked me. You got me out here under false pretenses.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Chan said, but he was laughing.
“The hits just keep coming,” Felix said, holding both hands up to his heart.
Chan shoved him.
Felix shoved Chan back.
They scuffled a little as they ran, their pace slowing a little to accommodate the roughhousing. After a few moments of back and forth, Felix lengthened his stride and pulled away from Chan, as he sped up his pace.
Behind him, Chan cursed under his breath, but increased his pace as well. When they were shoulder to shoulder once more, Felix sped up again. Chan did as well. It didn’t take long until the two of them were sprinting at top speed.
Felix could feel his heart pounding through his entire body. His muscles moved and strained as he pushed himself to run faster, just a little bit longer.
Next to him, Chan was laughing.
“You’re insane,” Felix yelled.
“To the next streetlight?” Chan asked.
Felix nodded, and pushed his legs to go faster. They were keeping a fairly even pace. Every several strides Chan would pull slightly ahead and then Felix would push himself to catch up. They kept up like that through the streetlight in question, and then slowed back down to a jog.
“Good job,” Chan told him through heavy breaths.
Felix rolled his eyes. It was obvious that Chan wasn’t going all out. Felix was fast and nimble, but Chan was on another level. He was man enough to admit that.
“You let me win,” Felix said, trying to even out his own breathing.
“I didn’t!” Chan insisted. “I was really trying.”
“Mate,” Felix said.
Chan didn’t say anything more, and they continued on their route, breaths slowing slightly, even though Felix’s own heartrate wasn’t coming all the way down.
Felix didn’t mind that Chan let him win sometimes. It was probably healthy for their relationship. Felix was as confident as the next guy—more, honestly, he knew his strengths—but Chan was genuinely good at everything. The man was humble as fuck—which was sometimes more annoying than his sheer talent—and sometimes Felix liked to pout and let Chan dote on him. It wasn’t a crime!
They had a route they ran frequently together, starting at their dorms and ending at the JYP building. Without Felix’s particular notice they had been running along that familiar path and were now only a few kilometres from the company.
“Should we finish up our normal run?” he asked.
Chan nodded and they continued on their way.
The last eight hundred metres or so was just a straight shot to the company entrance. As they rounded the final corner they both picked up the pace. Felix’s arms and legs pumped, muscles working and lungs burning as he pushed himself to finish strong. It was always like this, whether he was doing his PT, working out with one of the members, or performing on stage. There would come a point where it felt like his tank was completely empty.
He looked inside himself for that last bit of drive, the voice that said don’t stop, keep going, don’t ever stop.
Chan was right beside him and Felix dug in deeper, letting the pattern of their footfalls push him forward. The burn in his thighs was echoed by the burn in his lungs, but Felix paid them no mind, pushing, pushing, pushing.
They both ran through the ‘finish line,’ finally stopping several paces beyond the entryway to the JYP building. Felix put his hands on his hips as he walked it off several steps. He breathed deeply, letting his heart rate even out.
“Good run,” Chan said, hardly sounding out of breath.
“Yeah,” Felix agreed, keeping his own voice steady. “You too.”
Chan looked up at the building. “Wanna do a cool down?”
Felix shrugged. They weren’t the full ten kilometres from the dorms, but it was longer than he wanted to walk right now. “Sure,” he said. “Can’t hurt.”
Chan smiled at him, eyes crescenting adorably.
It didn’t matter what time of day or night it was, Felix had never seen the JYP building empty. The night guard didn’t even look up as Chan and Felix scanned their passes, surely used to idols coming and going at all hours.
Chan pressed the call button for the elevator, and Felix leaned against the wall as they waited, still trying to get his heart rate down to his baseline.
Chan had his hands on his hips, staring up at the numbers as they counted down the floors. His beanie was pulled over his ears, and there was a sheen of sweat on his neck that Felix wanted to lick off him.
The ding of the elevator arriving startled Felix out of his horny reverie and they both stepped aboard. Chan smiled at him again, and Felix let his body sway towards Chan until their shoulders bumped. Chan bumped him back and they scuffled lightly as the elevator rose.
There was another faint ding, and the doors opened. Two young girls made eye contact with each other before they stepped in to join them, bowing a few times and stepping to the side. Felix watched them out of the corner of his eye until they finally arrived at their floor.
“Good night, sunbaes,” one of them said as Chan and Felix exited.
“Night,” Chan said, and Felix heard them giggling as the elevator door shut.
“Were we ever that young?” Felix asked as they turned to walk down the hall.
“You were,” Chan said. “I still remember your cute little face.”
Felix rolled his eyes, but secretly he was pleased. Those early years had sometimes been a point of contention between them, and it was nice that they were in a place where they could joke about it..
“What?” Chan asked. “It was so cute!” He wrapped his arm around Felix’s neck pulling him close. “Still is.”
Felix shoved him, and the two of them jockeyed for the lead as they made their way down the hall to the gym.
Felix made it to the door first, and held it open for Chan, ogling his ass as he walked ahead.
Chan turned and caught him at it, eyebrows raised.
“What?” Felix asked, unrepentant.
There were a few other dedicated souls in the gym—a couple on stationary bikes, and four guys lifting weights by the mirrors.
Chan made a beeline for one of the studios, and Felix followed without question. The door swung silently shut behind them silently. Chan crossed the room without bothering to flip on the lightswitches and Felix followed.
They grabbed a couple mats and threw them down on the floor side by side. Chan flopped down, letting out a loud groan as he finally collapsed. Felix lowered himself a little more slowly.
“Back okay?” Chan asked.
Felix nodded. “Yeah, feels pretty good right now.”
“Good.”
“Oh shut up, you cunt.”
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
“It was how you said it. How you didn’t say it. Whatever, you know what I mean.”
Chan laughed.
Felix leaned back until he was resting on his back, and started working through his cool down stretches. Even though Chan hadn’t said it, and Felix probably wouldn’t admit it, he was glad Chan talked him into going for a run. His back felt looser than it had all day, and he knew that going through his rehab stretching now would only make him feel even better.
He moved himself through each pose and stretch, ensuring to breathe as he did and holding the positions. His tired muscles protested, but it felt really good too. Like eating something spicy, or having a sip of strong alcohol. Felix liked when it burned.
Chan chatted a bit idly as they stretched, but mostly they just existed side by side. Felix let the quiet and contentment seep into him. It was rare for him to achieve a true moment of mindfulness, but when he did, he always tried to savour them.
As he wound down his routine, he turned his head to look at Chan. He was lying on his side, head propped up on the palm of his hand, watching Felix.
“Hi,” Felix said.
Chan smiled.
“Whatcha looking at?”
“Just you,” Chan said. “Taking it in.”
It was almost exactly in sync with his earlier thoughts, a fact that delighted Felix so much he had to kiss Chan about it. He rolled so their bodies were pressed together from chest to knee, and darted in for a quick press of his mouth against Chan’s.
He meant for it to be simply that, but Chan’s arms came up, one over Felix’s waist, the other under his neck. Chan lingered, lips soft and light. Felix hummed in pleasure.
“There’s people out there,” he murmured, when Chan continued to kiss him.
They weren’t deep kisses, just tender press after tender press.
“It’s dark in here,” Chan said. “No one can see us.”
The arm around Felix’s neck shifted so Chan was cradling the back of Felix’s head. He found the elastic holding Felix’s hair in a ponytail, and pulled it free, letting his hair spill around his shoulders. It was damp with sweat, and Chan carded his fingers through the wet strands at the base of his skull.
Felix hummed again. “What if someone comes in?” Even though they were alone, he found himself whispering.
“Why would someone come in?” Chan whispered back. He gripped Felix’s hair tightly, pulling his head back so Chan could press kisses along his jaw and neck.
“What if—” He groaned. “What if they want to use the room?”
Chan’s mouth was soft but insistent on his neck, trailing paths from the base of his throat up to behind his ear. Chan’s tongue laved at the sensitive spot just behind his jaw. “It’s the middle of the night, no one is using the room.”
“We are!”
“Exactly.” The arm around Felix’s waist shifted and Chan pressed his palm flat against Felix’s lower belly, where the waistband of his sweatpants had fallen down his hips.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Felix gasped, as the same hand trailed lower, putting pressure over Felix’s half-hard dick.
“Do you want to stop?” Chan asked, stroking him softly through the fabric of his pants.
Felix looked up into his eyes. Chan was biting his lip, a clear sign of his ‘I’m innocent’ face. “No.”
“Then stop complaining,” Chan said with an unrepentant grin.
“What if I want to compl—”
Chan pressed his mouth to Felix’s, swallowing the rest of the word into the kiss. He deepened it now, opening his mouth against Felix’s, tongue plunging deep.
Felix gasped, then groaned into the kiss as Chan pulled him closer, aligning their hips. His hand was still pressed up against Felix’s bulge. He shifted his grip so he could hold Felix tightly by his hip, his other hand still tightly woven in Felix’s hair.
He yanked, and Felix’s back bowed, even as he groaned.
“Ah,” Chan said, voice full of affection. “My little slut.”
“No,” Felix said, even as he pushed his erection into Chan’s hips.
“No?” Chan asked. “You’re not my little slut? Your little cock didn’t get all full from just a few kisses? At the idea of someone walking in on us?”
Felix shook his head, but groaned when it caused Chan to pull harder on his hair. “No,” he said. “I didn’t.”
Chan released Felix’s hair, and used that hand to push him onto his back. He knocked Felix’s legs apart, pressing down meanly on his cock. “What’s this?” he asked.
Felix bit his lip, letting his legs fall wider. Chan’s hand on his cock had him wanting to press further into the touch, but he held still.
“You’re such a liar, Felix,” Chan said. “I can feel how bad you want it. How desperate you are right now.” He pressed his fingertips underneath Felix’s balls through the fabric of his pants, and Felix groaned, wanting him closer, wanting him deeper.
Instead, he shook his head. “I think you’re the one who wants it. You’re the one who wanted to go for a run, you’re the one who brought me here. And you said I could top!”
Chan laughed. “I said winner tops. Did you win?”
Honestly, Felix couldn’t remember, they had been pretty neck and neck at the end there, and if he had it would only have been because Chan wanted it that way. Deciding to brazen it out, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and nodded.
“You did?” Chan asked.
“Yeah,” Felix said. He looked Chan’s body up and down, then added, “Take off your shirt. I wanna see what I won.”
Chan laughed, delighted, and pulled off his hat before taking off his shirt.
Chan’s body was always a work of art, but lately he had been putting in extra effort, logging sessions with his personal trainer and boxing coach. Felix could see the efforts paying off, and he loved to make the two of them stand in front of the mirror together, taking in the difference in the width of their shoulders.
Now, he sat up further, pushing until Chan lay back down on his mat, and then swung one leg over so he could straddle his thick waist. Chan put both hands behind his head, simply looking up at Felix, watching him.
“Now what, baby?” he asked.
Felix let his hands roam over the wide expanse of Chan’s chest, stopping to squeeze both pecs.
“Fuck,” Felix muttered. “Your tits are so fucking hot.”
“Aw, come on,” Chan said, pulling one hand up to cover his face.
Felix didn’t care. “They are!” He squeezed them again. “You practically need a bra, Chris. They’re huge.” He pressed them together, creating a valley of cleavage. “Do they hurt when you run?”
“Stop,” Chan said, grabbing Felix’s wrists in one hand.
“Why?” Felix asked with a pout. “I thought I was your little slut. Don’t I get to enjoy your body?”
“So you are my slut now?” Chan asked with a laugh. Felix pulled his hands free, and immediately went back to cupping and squishing Chan’s pecs together. They really were huge. He could probably—
He lifted himself up onto his knees, pushing his pants and briefs down.
Chan let out a startled laugh. “Baby, what are you—”
“Shh,” Felix said. He braced himself over Chan’s body so he could lay his cock in the valley between Chan’s pecs. “Hyung,” he groaned after a moment of struggling. “Can you please—?”
“Aw, helpless, baby,” Chan said. “Need hyung to do it for you?” He pushed his pecs together, enveloping Felix’s cock in soft skin and muscle.
“Fuck,” Felix grunted, hips pushing forward. Chan’s skin was tacky with dried sweat, making the glide awkward and stilted. “Ugh, hyung can you—” Felix grunted. “Help!” He squeezed Chan with his knees.
Chan put his hands on Felix’s hips and pulled. It still didn’t feel great, but Felix was dizzy with the sheer feat of strength that was Chan essentially pulling Felix’s entire bodyweight forward with just his arms.
After another moment of their combined efforts, Felix collapsed his weight onto Chan’s chest, pressing his face into the crook of Chan’s neck.
“Aw,” Chan said, one hand stroking down the back of Felix’s head and along his spine. “Did you tire yourself out?”
“No,” Felix said petulantly. He pressed his face deeper into Chan’s neck, breathing in the scent of his sweat and body odor. He groaned, opening his mouth, wanting to taste it, taste Chan. He licked Chan’s neck, letting his tongue trail down over his collarbones.
Chan put his hands in Felix’s hair, and pulled him up for another kiss. It was wet and messy, Chan’s tongue sliding against Felix’s, licking over his teeth. Felix let his hands roam across Chan’s body, enjoying the feel of every part of him he could reach.
He pushed Chan’s hands over his head again, and Chan let him. Felix immediately dug his fingers into his bare armpit.
Chan dropped his arms, body curling up to try to get away from Felix’s attack. “Fuck, fuck, stop, don’t tickle me.”
Felix moved his hands, but pressed Chan’s arms up over his head again. “I won’t tickle you,” he said.
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Chan said.
“I won’t!” Felix insisted. He leaned down and bit Chan’s pec lightly, then put his face into Chan’s armpit, sniffing deeply.
“Stop!” Chan said, arm coming down to crush Felix against his side.
“I’m not even tickling you, I’m just sniffing.”
“Well it tickles!”
“Come on,” Felix said, pushing his arm away yet again. “I just want to—” He opened his mouth and licked the sweaty skin of Chan’s armpit. He smelled pungent, ripe, and the musky flavour of it exploded on Felix’s tongue. He opened his mouth wider, trying to get more of it.
“Unnng—” Chan grunted. He didn’t push Felix off, and Felix took it as an open invitation to continue. “Oh god,” Chan groaned as Felix continued to lick and sniff at his pit. “Feels, hnng, babe, I dunno—”
Felix shifted his weight so he was laying on his side next to Chan. He reached down, fingers dipping below Chan’s waistline. He could feel the wet head of Chan’s cock pressing against his briefs, and he slid his fingers under the elastic and rested his palm against the thick length of him.
Chan gasped as Felix scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin in his armpit. There were perks to Chan lasering every part of his body, and Felix relished in the feeling of Chan’s smooth skin under his tongue.
“You’re so fucking weird,” Chan said. “What are you even doing?” His voice betrayed him, though, high and breathy, and his cock jumped under Felix’s hand when he licked him again.
“Smell so good like this,” Felix groaned, mouth open against sweaty skin. “Wish you could smother me. Wanna put my dick in there.”
Chan let out a high nervous giggle. “What?” he asked.
“I want to put my dick in your armpit,” Felix said, pulling back so Chan could hear him, see how serious he was. “Can I?”
“Uh,” Chan said, seemingly genuinely thrown off. “I guess?”
“Yay!” Felix said, and shuffled up, swinging his leg over Chan’s body once more. It was awkward to get the position right, but they finally got settled so Felix could rub his hard cock against the smooth skin of Chan’s pit.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, watching it. “So hot, Channie…”
Chan had one hand curled around Felix’s body, slowly stroking up the back of his thigh, and along the length of his spine. Slowly, his hand came down to rest on the swell of Felix’s ass, fingers dipping into his crease.
“Yes,” Felix gasped. “Fuck yes.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” Chan said, sounding both breathless and delighted.
“You love it,” Felix gasped. His cock was enveloped in the sticky heat of Chan’s armpit, and he could feel the solid bulk of Chan’s body underneath him.
“I do,” Chan agreed. “I love you.”
“Aw,” Felix said. He pushed his cock into the tight heat a couple times, enjoying the warmth, dampness, and the feeling of Chan letting him do something a little weird and strange. Enjoying the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and find them like this. Anyone might open the door and find Felix on top of Chan like this, rubbing himself all over Chan’s body, like he was staking his claim, marking his territory. “Oh god, oh fuck,” he gasped.
“Is this really doing it for you?” Chan asked. His hand was still rubbing Felix’s ass, pressing his fingers between Felix’s cheeks.
“Shut up, you’re ruining it,” Felix whined.
“Sorry, baby,” Chan said. “Are you feeling good? Does hyung’s body feel nice all around you like that?”
“Ah,” Felix gasped, hips stuttering forward. “Yeah, feels, feels—” He broke off with a groan as Chan pressed a dry finger inside his hole.
“You’re feeling too good to talk, huh?” Chan asked. “Do you like using me to get off like this, honey? Just making yourself feel good on my body, just using me for your pleasure?”
“Hnng,” Felix grunted. “Yes, yes, fuck, hyung, please.”
“What do you need?” Chan asked. “Tell me, honey, hyung will get you there, I’ll get you there, Lixie, I’ll—I’ll—” He broke off, pressing his mouth to Felix’s ribs.
“I dunno, I—oh god, hyung, I wanna smell—”
“Okay, okay,” Chan said. Felix could feel him lifting his hips off the mat, and he looked over his shoulder to see Chan pushing his pants and briefs down to his knees. “Come here, slide down a bit, come on, baby.” He grabbed Felix’s hips, sliding him down until Felix was pressed against him, hips aligning once more.
Grabbing one of Felix’s hands, Chan spit into his palm and brought it down between his legs, getting Felix to smear the spit on the soft skin of Chan’s inner thighs. Felix groaned when he caught on to Chan’s intention.
“You know what to do,” Chan told him, one palm on the flat of Felix’s lower back, urging his hips into motion.
Felix moved his body as commanded, pushing his cock into the tight slick heat between Chan’s legs.
Chan put one arm over his head, and used the other one to guide Felix’s face into the open space. He buried his nose in Chan’s armpit, smelling the musky scent of Chan’s body odor and his own stink intermingling.
He felt almost high off it, huffing deep breaths.
“That’s it,” Chan said. “Come on baby, make yourself feel good.”
“So good,” Felix said. He turned his head just a little to bite down on Chan’s pec, and rolled his hips again into the clutch of Chan’s thighs. His legs were strong, gripping Felix tight. His whole body was strong, Felix could feel Chan’s pecs and abs flexing underneath him, could see his arms bulging with effort.
“Gonna come for me?” Chan asked. “Gonna make yourself come? C’mon Felix, Lix, little one, I wanna, want you to feel good.”
“So good,” Felix agreed. “You’re making me feel so good.”
Chan pressed a finger back inside him, and the stretch, just this side of dry, had Felix’s hips stuttering once, twice, and then he was coming in a rush between Chan’s thighs.
Chan squeezed his thighs tighter, letting Felix ride it out. He humped down again and again until he was pushing himself into overstimulation, and finally collapsed on Chan, trying to catch his breath.
Chan ran his hands over Felix’s back, his hips, his arms as he slowly came down from the rush of orgasm. When he could breathe again, he felt Chan’s hard cock pressing against his belly.
Lifting his head, Felix pressed their lips together in another kiss. He opened his mouth sucking on Chan’s tongue as they kissed. Chan’s hips fucked up against him, and Felix reached between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Chan’s length.
He loved the feeling of Chan’s cock in his hand, and knew that Chan loved the look of Felix’s small fingers circling his girth, loved the way that Felix couldn’t get his fingers all the way around Chan’s thickness. He palmed Chan’s balls, rolling them in a gentle grip.
“Baby,” Chan said. “Fuck that feels good.”
“Want to feel better?” Felix asked, then pushed himself down until he was lying between Chan’s legs on top of his pants.
“Fuck, your mouth?” Chan asked.
Felix nodded and stuck his tongue out.
Chan gripped the base of his cock, letting the head smack on Felix’s waiting tongue. He kissed the tip, then let his tongue slip between the foreskin and the hot, salty head. Chan’s fingers slid into Felix’s hair, and Felix grinned at him, letting Chan’s cock rest on his lower lip.
“Fuck my mouth,” he said.
“Yeah?” Chan asked. “It’s not gonna take long.”
“Do it hard,” Felix said. “Wanna choke on it.”
Chan groaned, but didn’t wait for further invitation, pushing his cock into Felix’s waiting mouth. Chan was big, long and thick, and Felix always struggled to take him. He loved it, loved the way his body would slowly open up, welcoming Chan inside him.
Chan took Felix at his word, fucking into his throat with one brutual thrust. Felix gagged, tears immediately springing to his eyes, as Chan pulled back briefly, only to thrust back in.
Felix relaxed his throat and focused on breathing through his nose. Chan planted his feet as best he could, still tangled up in his pants. That didn’t stop him from face fucking Felix for all he was worth. Felix could feel himself choking and gagging each time Chan fucked in deep. As he worked himself closer and closer to cumming he would hold Felix’s face down, feeling the way Felix’s throat spasmed around him.
“Yes, fuck, Felix,” Chan grunted on one such thrust. “Good, good boy, taking me like this. My little slut, my little sleeve, you’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”
Felix looked up at Chan, lashes thick and wet with tears, and Chan pulled back, letting him take one deep breath before he fucked in deep and held Felix down. His hips pulsed as he came with a loud groan, only pulling off to let the last few splashes of his cum land on Felix’s face and chin.
Then he hauled Felix up once more, licking his face clean and pushing his come into Felix’s mouth on his tongue.
“Did you get hard from that?” Chan murmured against his lips.
“Yes,” Felix said, voice coming out in a hoarse croak. “Please, daddy.”
“Slut,” Chan said affectionately, reaching between their bodies to grasp Felix’s erection in his fist, and jerking him off in brutally efficient strokes until Felix was cumming and shaking with a cry, spending between them once more.
They collapsed onto the mats, a heap of sweaty, jizz-covered limbs. After a long moment, Chan rolled them over, pressed a hard kiss to Felix’s mouth and pushed himself to his feet.
Felix watched him tuck himself back into his pants and then half jog, half waddle across the room to get some paper towels from the dispenser. He shoved a handful down his pants, wiping himself between the legs, before tossing the soiled tissues into the garbage. He grabbed a few more, and crossed the room, kneeling down next to Felix.
“They’re a little rough,” he said apologetically, and gently wiped Felix’s stomach, neck, and face. When Felix was passably clean Chan took his face between his hands and pressed a soft kiss on Felix’s lips. “Are you feeling okay?”
Felix nodded. “Yeah, I feel great.”
Chan watched him for a moment, before nodding once. He crossed the studio again, tossing the paper towels into the trash. He grabbed more clean ones and used the sanitizing spray to get them wet.
The two of them thoroughly wiped down the mats they used, and then put everything away. Chan held his hand as they walked toward the studio door, looking out through the little window.
“Think the coast is clear,” Chan said, giving Felix’s hand one last squeeze before releasing him. “Wanna come back to my dorm?”
“Sure,” Felix said. “But I’m not running there.”
“One workout was enough for you?”
“More like two,” Felix said. “Maybe two and a half.”
Chan threw back his head and laughed.
They escaped the building without running into anyone else, and Chan called them a car. Back at Chan’s dorm they showered together, Chan wrapping one big hand around both of them until they splattered the tiles with their cum.
Felix could barely stand as they dried off, worn out from their 10 kilometre run and three orgasms. Chan hustled him into bed, bringing his laptop with them. Felix put his head next to Chan’s hip as he set up to work.
“What was the reason?” he asked, their conversation from earlier floating to the top of his mind as he started to drift off.
“The reason for what, baby?” Chan asked, voice soft and quiet.
“You said you wanted to see me a bit,” Felix said. “Was there something else?”
“Ah,” Chan said. He put a hand in Felix’s hair, petting his head a little. “Just my brain being loud. Needed to get out of it for a bit.”
“Oh,” Felix said, feeling three-quarters asleep. “Did it work?”
Chan gave the back of his neck a little squeeze. “Yeah.”
Felix snuggled deeper into the bed, pulling the covers around him. “‘s good.”
“Go to sleep, baby,” Chan said.
“You go to sleep,” Felix said, but knew Chan wouldn’t, not for a while. That was okay. Felix would be here.
Whenever Chan needed him, Felix would always be there.