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If Hyunjin could change one thing, it’d be inviting Felix inside his bedroom.
He wasn’t sure what came in his mind to try and save Felix from interacting in the family gathering that the Hwangs and Lees usually conduct when he could’ve just lied to his mother and say that he still had some studying to do— which wasn’t a total lie aside from the fact that he would have studied that without Felix’s presence.
He looked at Felix who slumped against the wall.
“Why are you looking at me?” Felix questioned him with a sharp gaze and smug smirk. Hyunjin would take that smile away, he promised.
Fiddling with the edges of his blue sweater and suddenly feeling the tension inside the room— he was with his academic rival for years. How could he die down with the said thickness without throwing Felix off the balcony?— Felix audibly snorted. His eyes looked around Hyunjin’s bedroom.
“I saved you from that boring conversation and this is what I’m going to get in return?” He huffed his chest and walked to his desk. He had not anything that was embarrassing there, he just thought he needed something to play with. “You are insufferable.”
He knew he’d hate Felix's presence. Heck, he realized that from the moment he found out that Felix would always try to catch up to his achievements inside or outside academia and he so hated that. He knew he wouldn’t appreciate Felix laughing in that room because he shouldn’t laugh like that— not like Hyunjin just said something funny, not like Hyunjin was trying to make this encounter all fun and games.
“So I have been told by the person who dragged me to this room.” The look on Felix’s face was nerve wracking. When Felix pushed himself away from the wall, Hyunjin felt himself stumble to step backward. This was not what Hyunjin had in mind at all. “You’re afraid of me?”
It wasn’t like he was afraid of Felix, per se. What was there to be afraid of Felix? He was better than Felix, he was more than Felix, and he knew that Felix wouldn’t have a thing to say about it. Not now, not ever.
Hyunjin bit his lip to stop himself from scowling. His eyes frantically wandered in his room, his hands broke into cold sweat, and his heart thumped so hard in his chest, all that he could hear were his heartbeats and not Felix’s footsteps that approached him.
“Why would I be afraid of you?” He should have been threatening— at least he tried to be by lowering the tone of his voice— but the reaction Felix gave him told him otherwise.
Felix didn’t waste a second to try and back him down. Felix’s body was right across him, their hips lingered to each other, fingers ghosting the edges of his clothes, and he was left there, bewildered to even move, stunned to even speak, but of a mouth agape to breathe harshly.
“I don’t know, Hyunjin.” Felix chuckled mischievously. Darkly if he were to add yet another descriptor to it. It was so full. Of intent, of desires, Hyunjin didn’t know. Felix eyed him slowly starting from his feet. “You tell me.”
The gaze that raked over him felt excruciatingly slow. Something in him was supposed to be bothered by the distance that he had from Felix— he was literally breathing Felix’s air— but he wasn’t. A chuckle bubbled in Felix’s chest, he heard it. Courage was built in Felix’s body, he let it happen.
Felix was still staring at him, checking him out blatantly as if he were a present to be unwrapped. From his chin down, Felix’s eyes settled on his own, and the expression on Felix's face grew wider and wilder as seconds went on.
It seemed like a challenge. Let’s see who’ll win, Hyunjin had heard that multiple times already. He closed his eyes at the sensation. He shouldn’t be thinking about any of what that meant— Felix would never win against him.
He braced himself and puckered his lips. He gritted his teeth and spat pity in front of Felix. He would definitely win.
“You’re just some annoying boy that came into my life and tried to outdo me every time except that you will not.” Maybe it was feigned innocence that reflected in Felix’s eyes when he batted his eyelashes in front of him or maybe it was just Felix pushing the limit.
“Outdo you?” It was a challenging tone. A remark of disgust? A question of incredibility? Felix managed to startle him when he took a step forward while Hyunjin took one backward. “Oh please, who cares about outdoing you?”
“You’re full of shit.” He whispered. Mainly for him to listen and test the waters if he could still hear something other than the mad thumping in his chest that followed his footsteps closely. Felix, who took yet another step forward, proved him otherwise.
Felix was close— a breath close, a slight mishap in his walk close, a pair of lips close—and he couldn’t help but feel breathless. His mind staggered for anything to think about. Just not Felix’s eyes, not his freckles that he didn’t bother covering anymore, not his nose scrunches, and totally not his lips. He was left with nothing but the itch.
“You know I will never be outdone by you, Hyunjin.”
The itch to push Felix away from him; the itch to pull Felix and slam their lips right then there.
Felix looked despicable with his disheveled hair. When he tousled those strands by his hand and had his shirt buttons open by the first two up, Hyunjin was already losing his mind.
He took a step and a step and another until the edge of his bed poked his leg.
“I hate you.” Was the only thing he managed to say. He stammered upon seeing the glint in Felix’s eyes.
Felix was arrogant and carried himself without shame. He for sure had an idea of his effect on Hyunjin and used it to his advantage.
And Hyunjin— he was just Hyunjin. He was aware of this. He was aware that Felix would rile him up— he always did— and make him ache for more. More of things that what was supposed to be rivals wouldn’t even do.
“Tell me about it.” He was aware that Felix could easily get in his head whenever they crossed paths. That the mere sight of his name was already a force of nature. That no matter how much Hyunjin didn’t want him to, Felix would get the best of him.
Felix was a force of nature for him to be weak and he hated it.
It was probably the last straw for them both. Hyunjin had not any strength left in his body to hold his stance and the knees that tackled his calves pushed him to the bed, sitting while looking up to the person who was always under him.
His chest heaved heavily. Each breath he let out was a punch in his throat. He couldn’t swallow, he’d gabble. He couldn’t even move for Felix’s legs already caged his knees together.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? I thought you hated me?” Felix asked mockingly while he leaned closer to him with a smirk.
It was beginning to feel hotter in that room, tighter and constricted in his clothes, and most especially light headed by the smell of Felix that lingered on his nose. It was mint, like toothpaste, and sweet, like how Hyunjin thought Felix would taste like.
He would’ve said something but the sight of Felix looking down on him sent shivers down his spine. He clutched his knees together until it hurt and held the mattress to his fist to save his dear life.
Felix laid his fingers on his cheeks and then to his hairline. “Or am I wrong?”
No. No. Felix was absolutely right. Hyunjin hated him. He hated him so much. But why couldn't he open his mouth to say those words? Why couldn’t he be more of himself— the victorious that he always was— when Felix started acting like this?
The look in Felix’s eyes was enough to give Hyunjin a reason to back away. It was dark, filled with lust, with want. But he was too scared to move away. He was too scared that this wouldn’t last. He was too scared to even do anything for the thought that Felix would stop doing whatever it was that he was doing when Hyunjin was supposed to be hating him.
Felix’s fingers held his jaw and gently moved it upwards. Amidst the clashing came Felix’s concern for him— something that he didn’t usually see on Felix— asking him without any use of his words.
It was hot, burning, boiling his blood. There was a certain way in Felix’s movements that surrounded him with grace that made him appear more enticing. Hyunjin might hate Felix but that didn’t mean he couldn’t understand what any of that meant. He was about to lose his mind.
Felix waited. Felix’s thumb caressed the expanse of his chin, rubbing circles on the tip before it was dragged to his trembling lower lip. He knew Felix hesitated by the movement of Felix’s eyes that flickered.
He saw the way Felix’s pupils expanded and dilated. He saw every reaction of Felix’s body to the mere sight of him looking helpless without a say.
Felix tightened his hold to pull his attention back.
A strangled moan stayed in the lump of his throat. He couldn’t be doing this with Felix yet here he was.
“This is why you’re always under me in the list, Felix.” He said with indignation that was soon bit back to pleasure.
“But I’m on top of you right now.” He almost heard Felix growl.
That was the edge, the final calling before Felix muttered a low, “Fuck it.”
Without a second thought, Felix pressed his thumb on his lower lip, dragging it slightly until his teeth were on full view. Hyunjin’s teeth were clenching but the demanding look on Felix and his order of, “Open your mouth,” stopped him from doing so.
Lapping the soft flesh of Felix’s small finger made him feel all sorts of feelings. The stare was intense and his thighs would quiver every time Felix would shift his stance and tighten the hold by his knees. Felix had his mouth open, audibly breathing by it with his warm breath staggering for a second or two.
He made it a show. He knew he did. He was sucking that digit, hollowed his cheeks, and made sure that his tongue tasted every inch of that skin. His teeth softly grazed Felix’s knuckle while it moved accordingly inside his mouth. Felix’s nails marked his jaw with crescent moons.
“Hyunjin,” Felix panted as he held Hyunjin with his other hand by the shoulders to stop him from moving forward. Hyunjin lightly bit the finger, eliciting pain that made him close his eyes. “Are you— are you okay?”
He never imagined Felix to be right in front of him, holding him tight for the mere sucking of his finger. He never imagined Felix to look down on him but instead of arrogance, all he saw was a look coated with affection. He never imagined Felix to be stuttering after being laced with so much dominance just earlier on.
With the finger still in his mouth, he replied. “You’ve got to be doing something with what you caused.”
It was a sight to behold— the rolling of Felix’s eyes to the back of his head, the engorgement of his neck vein upon swallowing hard, and his throat that bobbed before the opening of his eyes that were commanding.
“What I caused?” Felix pushed his head further until his neck was in full view. He felt Felix eye him again, but this time it was accompanied by the movement of his fingers. The trails of his touch left a mark of warmth on his skin.
He arched his back unknowingly.
“Stay still. Bet you want to be called a good boy, don’t you?” Felix’s voice went deeper than he could’ve imagined. It was as if he was whispering that right against his ear. It was resonating, shaking him to his core. Something tight knocked in his lower abdomen and his trousers fit a bit tighter than before.
Felix’s fingers put much attention to his neck, touching what his hold could soar. Being the one standing up gave him much access to the area that was hidden from the most. He first looked back at Hyunjin— the drool that gathered on the side of his lips made his lips even more plump and kissable. He stopped himself. Not now— and down to his clothes. A smirk crept on his chin.
He thought it’d be easy to stop himself from owning Hyunjin senselessly. He thought it’d be easy to stop feeling something when Hyunjin grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer so that his hard-on literally touched Hyunjin’s chest. He thought it’d be easy to not want those lips to devour him.
But it wasn't.
“Hyunjin,” he called Hyunjin out. It was a suppressed moan, eagered to evoke his dominance. “You want this?”
And maybe the timing was just right, was just perfect, for when he had the chance to slip his hand back in Hyunjin’s slicked hair, Hyunjin moaned a long, “Not this. You.”
Let’s see who will push the limit and who won’t— it was a game that they played. Hyunjin had always won and Felix made sure to make him believe that he would continue on winning against him. But feeling his boner right against Hyunjin’s chest was probably making it hard for Hyunjin to believe that he’d still win. Hwang Hyunjin was fucking losing to Lee fucking Felix and here was Felix, enjoying every second of it.
Hyunjin was crumbling. The oh-so-perfect boy was submitting himself to Felix. What more could Felix ask for?
He traced Hyunjin’s nipple with his fingers, savoring the way they quirked at the touch, and made Hyunjin recline his head for a sound that he couldn’t keep in any longer. Hyunjin’s hands were busy touching him everywhere— his ass, his inner thighs, and even got the courage to grasp Felix’s crotch using his wide palms.
“Lix,” Hyunjin mumbled softly. It was the first time Hyunjin ever called him with that shortened name. He liked it. “Suck. I wanna suck.” And liked him even more when Hyunjin pleaded.
Hyunjin was beautiful that way. He always had been. But the glossy eyes he had, the eyelashes that clumped by the tears that formed on the slits of his eyes, his cheeks that flushed with warmth, and lips that were swollen from being overly bitten was a different kind. A kind that made him jerk his hip forward and meet Hyunjin’s breath with his cock; a kind that made both of them moan.
That beautiful sound was even more delicious when released in his mouth. He kissed Hyunjin harshly, roughly to the point it’d bruise. Teeth immediately latched to flesh, biting until a whimper was scowled out. His lower back was screaming of strain, but he didn’t pay it any attention and gave Hyunjin all of him. Hyunjin turned his head to the side and gave more access. Hyunjin’s hands fiddled with the belt he wore, and the button and zipper of his jeans.
Hyunjin had let him do everything. He inserted his tongue, mended with Hyunjin’s. He explored his mouth, exchanging the pooled saliva that sat under their tongues. Hyunjin tasted as good as he looked and he— oh good Lord, Felix— was pleased. Hyunjin was backing away, catching up air for the sloppy make-out that left him even harder. Felix didn’t care and pulled at Hyunjin’s hair abruptly it made Hyunjin whine.
A hand gripped on his cock— not too loose and not too tight either— and fingers played with his balls. The gush of the wind shook him and even more when Hyunjin started playing with the slit of his cock, leaking.
He pulled away to brace himself.
“See? You look even more beautiful with your mouth on mine instead of talking shit about me.” He taunted. Mainly he was taunting Hyunjin, but the moment Hyunjin closed his eyes to stroke his cock, what he did taunted him even more.
He straightened his back with both hands playing with Hyunjin’s hair. The streaks of the blond seeped in between his fingers and complimented the color of his skin. Hyunjin started with kitten licks, small damps of his tongue, just enough to stimulate his cock and twitch. The head of his cock entered Hyunjin’s mouth. It was warm, wet, tight, and Hyunjin’s tongue fell flat under his cock, tracing and tasting the veins that bulge.
It was so painful, but not in a bad way. It was painful in a way that he wanted to thrust his hips and slam it hard against Hyunjin’s jaw. It was painful in a way that the mere feeling of Hyunjin’s fingers pushing his right hip away to stop him from moving was driving him to the edge.
“Oh God.” He whispered out as he felt his cock swell and leak harder.
Hyunjin always loved to hear Felix grumble of annoyance. He always loved seeing Felix seethe while he enjoyed himself from being victorious. He always loved it when Felix became disappointed.
But nothing could ever top the sound Felix lets out with the work of his mouth moving faster, taking him deeper. The head of Felix’s cock already hit his throat, his gag reflex was abused. There was no mercy in his tongue, his lips were all red and sore. He urged Felix to speak more— in that deep voice of his, in that slow menacing pronunciation that made him shudder.
“Yes, yes, taking me in, yeah? What a fucking good boy you are, yeah?” Felix chanted and looked down at the sight of Hyunjin’s blown wide eyes that sparkled at the compliment.
His throat garbled a sound— squeaking and wet— but he pushed through, making sure that all of Felix’s cock was covered with pleasure. He rivotted Felix to him as he did wonders with the stretching of his lips. He knew it’d be inflamed and if his voice ever ran out, there’d only be one thing to blame.
“Hyunjin—” He breathed hastily, unable to stop his hips from moving, “Shit, baby. I’ll come,” and spoke in English.
Clear in Felix’s face was the orgasm he had been denying of himself and the thought was almost unbearable. He pulled his hand from Felix and sprang his own cock free. He jerked with the feeling of Felix in his mouth.
Felix didn’t want to stop and neither did Hyunjin, but Felix had to. He didn’t want to come yet. Before Hyunjin ever knew, Felix already pulled his hair and dragged his head away, a string connected his mouth and the tip of Felix’s cock.
“Lie down.” Felix was probably used to ordering him now. The delight in his eyes when Hyunjin struggled to remove his sweater and lie on the bed was already a give-away. He still had his hand on his cock, slowly moving his hand while watching Felix undress himself. Felix peered on him right after. “Take your pants off too, baby. I can’t fuck you with that on, don’t you think so?”
And he did take his pants off.
He was done fighting with himself. His body was telling him what he already knew. It was screaming for one thing, one name, and one person only; he wanted Felix. He always had. He wanted Felix to take control, to order him around, to see him get so worked up and smug whenever he tried to compete with him.
He wanted Felix to have him, to take whatever he wanted from him. He wanted to give what Felix wanted— whatever Felix desired. He wanted to give him what he truly deserved.
Felix towered him. Their skins were warm but more so of their mouths. Felix kissed him again but this time it was slow, passionate almost. It was a kiss that didn’t feel like a remnant of detestations; a kiss that was honest and unruly. He didn’t want to put meaning to it because he didn’t have to.
He returned the kiss with the same emotion. Whatever it was.
Felix pulled back and situated himself in between his legs. His hands pressed in his inner thighs and fondled while looking for his eyes. When met, he immediately asked. “You still hate me, right?”
Hyunjin what that question meant. Hyunjin knew what the answer would be. “Of course.”
Felix laughed softly and landed a peck on his lips. In that instant, Felix shifted and changed. His movement became rigid and his eyes were darker. He smirked— the kind that you’ll hear— and pressed his thumb on his hole.
“You’ve been playing with yourself lately?” He heard Felix mumble before feeling another finger trying to work him up. He winced a bit. “Where is it, baby?”
He closed his eyes at the sensation and just pointed to what he hoped was his bedside table. The sound of rummaging echoed in the room and the opening of the cap made him more aware of what was happening. Felix was humming, probably trying to ease the burning he’s feeling. What made him open his eyes was the cold fingers that inserted themselves in him.
“Fuck.” He cried out. Three fingers were working him open. Stretching and filling him for something that would be inside him, relentlessly pounding into him.
He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but move his own hands up and down the bedsheets, curling into them. He couldn't help it when Felix took his time and angled to touch his prostate. He couldn't help it when he felt something wet of what seemed to be open mouthed kisses on the insides of his thighs.
“Lix—” He choked a moan and stopped himself from whimpering so loud it’d cause concern. He was so short of breath when Felix moved his fingers harsher and massaged his insides only to be left with a clenching hole. “Shit, what are you doing—”
He looked back at Felix with the sound of a pack being torn. “What did you just say?” Felix immediately questioned him with a raised brow.
Felix threw him a mean look, a cold glare, and a slight hand slap on his hips. It didn’t hurt, it just surprised him. He didn’t want to admit it— he liked it. So much that he inhaled deeply and blinked his haze away.
“Nothing.” He mumbled before cowering.
Felix had understood it. He had his ways to know what Hyunjin liked and what he didn’t because he was with Hyunjin far longer after all. He lined himself by the entrance, teasing the head by poking it without fully pushing it in. He enjoyed the movement, the circling and clenching. He enjoyed Hyunjin’s voice being wrecked by trying to swallow each and every sound he’ll make.
His moans made Felix want to pull him close and bury his fingers in his soft skin all the while fucking him. He wanted to be inside Hyunjin; he wanted everything that only they could do at that moment.
Felix didn’t hesitate and pushed his cock in slowly, adjusting when Hyunjin’s face contorted into a face of pain. The pain was excruciating— Hyunjin clenched more often than not— but the pleasure was elated. The tightness made him feel Hyunjin, almost every inch of him, and with the grip that Hyunjin landed on his wrist, he was determined to make Hyunjin feel him the way he was feeling Hyunjin.
He bottomed out, slowly starting to build the rhythm of their movements. He held Hyunjin’s hips, his small fingers framing the similarly small waist of the older. He was careful not to hurt Hyunjin, but to bring pleasure to him. He loved how Hyunjin reacted to him.
It didn’t take long before Felix set a steady pace, fucking into Hyunjin slowly but reaching all the good places with each thrust. They both turned into a moaning mess, countless mutter of their names, and a hardened grip on the parts of their body.
“Fucking hell, Lix.” Hyunjin whined in pleasure, slammed his head to the pillow, almost pulling Felix’s hand to him. The pace was erratic with no particular pattern. It was all just a thrust and skins meeting each other.
Felix grunted under his breath. Sometimes it was mixed with Hyunjin’s name, but most of the time just filthy praises for the good boy that Hyunjin was.
“Who would’ve known that you’d end up looking pretty like this under me after all those years, right?” Felix teased Hyunjin lightly before speeding up.
Hyunjin was shaking harder, gripping Felix’s waist harder. The tightness got worse, even harder, and stronger. Felix latched his lips on Hyunjin’s neck, breathing the latter’s scent to him. “You’re so good for me, Hyunjin.”
The tension built as Felix’s thrust went deeper and harder. Hyunjin couldn't help but groan and grip on Felix’s waist tight. Their chests heaved together, their breaths clashed with each other. There was a weight on top of Hyunjin that only got stronger— he didn’t want to lose it.
“Felix— too much. Too much—” Hyunjin started to pant harder. With Hyunjin’s nails scratching Felix’s back, some burned, and some just ached with a pang. Felix would be marked for days.
There was a feeling in both of them that came so quickly. They trembled at the sensation of the tightness in their bladder. Orgasm shot from the tips of their toes and somehow, it reached up their thighs. Hyunjin babbled and Felix sucked on his neck.
Both of them were gasping when Felix bit Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin immediately came, spurting his come right in between their crotches.
“Shit.” Hyunjin cursed as Felix rode his orgasm, still fucking him though his thrusts fell weak. Hyunjin closed his eyes, letting Felix mark him up. His fingers ran on the scratches he did on Felix and massaged Felix’s side when he declared he was about to be done.
They remained like that— bodies together breaths chirping by each other's ears. Their breaths slowed down and Felix pulled his hip up to pull his cock out of him. Felix nuzzled his head against the crook of his neck.
“You’re less annoying like this.” Felix pointed out with a hearty chuckle. The marks on his skin were spoiled with kisses and before he could push Felix away from him, Felix already placed both his arms by his ear, and looked down. “I’ll clean you up.”
Brushing some hair strands that fell on Hyunjin’s forehead, Felix planted a kiss on the crown of his head.
Hyunjin couldn’t help but weakly smile. “I so fucking hate you, Felix.”
“But you’ve been such a good boy for me, baby.” Felix scrunched his nose and winked.
Hyunjin would never hear the end of this from Felix.