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10 days. 240 hours. 14,400 minutes. That was the amount of time they’d spent apart, give or take, separated into their respective apartments, one floor between them.
Not that Chan had been counting, or anything.
When their manager had explained to them what going overseas would mean, that the quarantine period was mandatory and they wouldn’t be able to visit each other at all, under any circumstances, Chan had put on his ‘responsible leader hat’ and assured him they would be fine. It had been such an intense few months, after all, and being confined to home for 10 days was the perfect opportunity to actually rest. He was sure he had the mental fortitude to withstand it, even if he hadn’t gone more than a few days without seeing the group of men he’d come to think of as his family for several years, and even if his boyfriend of 2 years was included within that group. It wasn’t like he’d be completely on his own, after all, Changbin, Hyunjin and Jisung would be around to spend time with, and they had their group chat and phone calls at any hour of the day or night to fall back on too. Chan planned to get some work done, finish off some tracks, maybe even record a few guides for songs he’d been messing around with but hadn’t had the chance to touch otherwise.
Things had not gone to plan.
Chan knew there were a few things scheduled to be released while they were on lockdown, Minho, Hyunjin and Felix’s respective pictorials amongst them. He’d seen some previews, pictures on each of their phones, selfies from set, and even had the distinct pleasure of ruining Felix’s makeup himself when he’d come over straight from his shoot late one afternoon, and jumped into his arms, demanding to be taken to bed. Still, when the first photos dropped, shortly after they arrived back in Seoul and had been confined to their respective apartments, he’d almost thrown his phone across the room. He was used to being in awe of his bandmates, in his opinion, they were the most beautiful group of people he’d ever seen, not that he was biased at all. Felix took his breath away on a daily basis, and he regularly questioned how he was lucky enough to call him his boyfriend, despite Felix’s constant reassurances that he was plenty handsome himself. But seeing the image of him lying in the bath, white shirt transparent from the water, strings of pearls looped around his neck, a bright, artificial blush dusting his freckled cheeks, Chan could have sworn the universe was conspiring against him in every possible way. He’d stared at the photo after it appeared on his Twitter feed for a good few minutes, ears burning hot, until he snapped out of his trance, and set it as his display picture on Bubble, along with one of the teasers from Minho’s pictorial that had dropped as well. It would be too obvious if he just made it Felix, he told himself.
He still hadn’t been ready the four additional images when they were released shortly after. First, he saved all of them to his phone. Then he retweeted them. Bookmarked them. Liked the tweet. And the next one. And the one after that. Found a higher quality version of the pictures and saved them as well. Once he realised he was scrolling mindlessly, just looking at the same photos over and over again, he stood up from the couch abruptly to questioning glances from Changbin beside him and Jisung in the kitchen, only to remember that he couldn’t just walk out the front door to go straight over to the other apartment. They still had an entire week left before they’d be able to see one another, and that was when Chan started to think he might be in trouble. He’d called him, that very same morning, only to be met with a cheery “Morning, you!” from Felix, who was making pancakes with Minho, oblivious as always to the utter havoc he’d wreaked on the internet and the human race in general. It wound up being the first time they had phone sex, with Felix making some poor excuse that Minho would no doubt have seen straight through, before hurrying off to his room and getting off to Chan telling him everything he would have done to him had they not been separated by a floor.
It became a daily occurrence after that, quickly escalating to video calls because Chan couldn’t bear not watching as Felix fucked himself with the clear glass wand topped with a pink heart that he'd received for Valentine's Day the previous year. Felix put in enough effort that Chan thought he could have done it professionally in another life, finding the perfect angle on his desk to prop his phone up, and dressing up in everything from thigh high socks and a silver chain glinting around his waist, to the oversized black t-shirt that matched the one hanging in Chan’s wardrobe. He wore makeup sometimes, a smear of glitter on his cheekbones, mascara on his eyelashes, and the dusky pink lip tint that Chan recognised instantly as one he’d helped him pick out, even in the soft purple light of Felix’s room. He also took to teasing Chan publicly via Bubble, sending fresh sets of behind-the-scenes shots daily, coupled with overtly flirty messages that never failed to result in a rather frantic set of texts from Chan asking him if he was free for a call.
So, when the morning finally came that they were officially no longer in quarantine, Chan was overjoyed. He only managed a couple of hours sleep, too excited for anything more, then jumped out of bed to shower, taking the time to shave, tame his unruly hair a bit, and put on some of the perfume Felix liked best. By the time he was done and had gone back to his room to get dressed, he had a message from Felix, reading simply “u up?”, accompanied by a few choice emojis. Chan practically flew out the door, calling over his shoulder that he was leaving, though no one else in his apartment was even close to being conscious. The elevator ride took too long, despite only having to travel one floor, the key didn’t turn fast enough in the lock of the front door, and Chan had to take a deep breath once he stepped inside the familiar space to try and calm himself down.
“Morning,” Came the low, familiar voice from the hallway, and Chan lifted his head to greet the source.
Felix was leaning against the wall with one arm, looking entirely too seductive for 9:00am, his hip cocked out to the side, soft, white t-shirt hanging around his bare thighs, the material thin enough that it was almost sheer. Chan swallowed heavily, watching as his boyfriend lifted the hem of his shirt ever so slightly, offering up a teasing glimpse of hip before he turned on his heel and made his way into his bedroom. Swearing quietly, Chan followed after him, attempting to walk at a normal speed. Felix had his curtains open, the morning sun bathing the room in warmth. He’d spent enough time there, watching movies and anime with Felix pressed up against his side, talking to him about everything and nothing, sometimes until dawn, but he’d missed it in the 10 days they’d been apart, the little touches that made it Felix’s, along with the pieces of himself scattered around. Photos of the two of them on the wall and beside Felix’s PC, a couple of gifted silver chain bracelets sitting atop the drawers at his bedside, the LED light panels above his bed that matched those in his own room. Felix himself was sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing his bottom lip between his teeth and leaning back on his hands, and before he even knew what he was doing, Chan was sinking to his knees between his thighs, gazing up at him with adoration.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he said, and Felix leant forward to kiss him, so sweet and gentle that Chan thought he was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor.
“Missed you too,” he replied, lips brushing Chan’s as he spoke, “Love you. Like, a lot.”
Huffing out a sigh, Chan surged forward, wrapping his arms around Felix’s slender waist as he kissed him, the tenderness replaced with a sense of urgency and hunger that his boyfriend matched without hesitation, small fingers running through his hair and pulling. Chan had a good memory, bordering on photographic according to a few of his friends, so he could recall with ease how well Felix’s mouth fit against his own, but nothing, nothing compared to the way it felt in real time. His lips were soft, full, always slightly chapped at the corners, even with his meticulous application of lip balm. He liked to bite on Chan’s bottom lip lightly because he knew he’d get a reaction, knew that Chan would always bite back, until his own lips were swollen and flushed, and Felix was gasping at the heightened sensitivity. It always just felt right, like they’d been designed for the sole purpose of being with one another, two sides of a coin, the last two pieces of a puzzle.
“I thought I was going crazy because of you,” Chan confessed as Felix yanked his head back and latched onto his jaw, kissing and sucking, “Do you know how sexy you are? Seriously never thought I’d be into the phone sex stuff, but oh my god...”
Felix was grinning when he sat up straight again, a devious glint in his eyes that Chan knew all too well. He knew exactly how sexy he was, Chan told him often enough, and the thousands of messages and comments from their shocked fanbase following everything that had come out from his recent photoshoot certainly wasn’t helping. Biting down on his bottom lip again, Felix leant back on one hand, using the other to lift his t-shirt up over his stomach. Chan was bending down almost immediately, pressing fervent kisses up along his inner thigh, pausing only to suck bruises to the surface of his soft, tanned skin.
“You look so good like this,” Felix said, his voice low, and Chan let his cheek come to rest against his thigh, looking up at him, a little dazed.
“What, on my knees in front of you?”
Nodding, Felix spread his legs a little further, and Chan smiled, lifting a hand to run his fingers down the centre of his boyfriend’s toned abdomen.
“And what do you want me to do while I’m here?” he asked, before pressing a couple more kisses to Felix’s inner thigh, then biting into that same soft flesh and listening to the low moan he was rewarded with.
“Anything you like,” Felix replied breathlessly, laughing when Chan grinned in response and yanked him closer to the edge of the bed by his hips, hands coming to rest on the small of his back. Chan took his time, teasing him with more feather light kisses to his legs and stomach, until Felix threaded his fingers through his hair and tried to pull him closer, pouting when Chan glanced up at him.
“Seems like you do want something?” he smiled, mouth close enough to Felix’s already leaking cock that the feeling of his breath made the younger flinch.
“I can’t believe you’re seriously teasing me right now,” Felix said, his tone light despite his frustration.
“Mm, consider it payback for all the late-night Bubble spam,” Chan shot back, “Honestly. You had me ready to break down the door.”
Felix let out a shaky sigh, arching his hips slightly and groaning when a strong hand shot up to hold him down, “Please touch me, Chris, please...”
Without any kind of warning, Chan took hold of the base of Felix’s length and pressed his lips over the head, swirling his tongue around it a few times then taking him further into the warm heat of his mouth. Felix’s jaw dropped, his eyes fluttering to a close as he tightened his grip on the other’s hair, the muscles in his thigh tensing beneath Chan’s hand.
“Fuuuuuck...” he moaned, low and loud, and Chan wondered momentarily if the other occupants of the apartment were already awake and out by some miracle. As unlikely as he knew that was, he didn’t ease up, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm and taking Felix as deep as he could, only drawing more and more of those sweet sounds from him. Felix did his best to watch, the fingers that had been tangled in Chan’s hair drifting to stroke gentle lines along his jaw, around the curve of his ear, even stroking his brown curls back off his forehead. Chan’s lips were gorgeous when he was doing nothing, but seeing them wrapped around his cock was something else entirely.
“So pretty,” Felix breathed, a blissed-out smile crossing his face when his boyfriend glanced up to meet his gaze. Chan let out a content hum, before pulling off slowly, circling Felix’s tip with his tongue a few more times before he sat back, flushed and panting.
“Would you turn around for me? Get on your knees?” he asked, lifting his head to meet Felix for a kiss when the other leant down towards him, nodding. He shuffled back as Felix complied, still holding his t-shirt up around his waist while he repositioned himself, bent over the edge of the bed with his knees set apart on the floor.
“Like this?” Felix murmured, wiggling his hips and laughing when Chan delivered a light slap to one buttock.
“Mm hmm, that’s perfect. Good boy.”
The praise sent a shiver down Felix’s spine, and he arched his back, spreading his legs a little further for his boyfriend in a silent request for him to hurry up.
“Can you keep your hands up on the bed, baby?” Chan asked, and Felix considered it for a moment, before instead folding both arms behind his back, and glancing over his shoulder at the other man.
“You should hold them here for me, instead,” he said, and he saw Chan’s pupils dilate at the mere suggestion. A strong hand was wrapping around his wrists almost immediately, not quite reaching all the way around, but far enough and with a firm enough grip that Felix couldn’t pull free, even if he wanted to. He felt Chan’s warm breath, then his teeth grazing one buttock lightly, and his stomach fluttered when he realised what the other was intending to do. Chan’s tongue was hot and wet when he dragged it over Felix’s rim, and he wasn’t able to hold back the choked noise that rose in his throat, hips jerking forward against the bed. When Chan repeated the motion, Felix buried his face in his sheets and whined loudly, squirming beneath Chan’s hold on him, then throwing his head back when he felt his tongue pressing into him.
“Fuck, Chris,” he gasped out, “So good, oh fuck!”
The grip around his wrists tightened, then relaxed again, and Felix took it as a sign to try and calm down a little, melting into the bed as he allowed himself to go limp, his eyes drifting shut. Chan was relentless, fucking into him with his tongue until his legs were trembling, his drool soaking into the sheets beneath his cheek, and any words he tried to form came out as weak little whimpers. When he felt two fingers pushing into him, slick with lube despite Felix not even noticing Chan reaching for it, all he could do was try and muffle his moans against the bed, pushing back against the intrusion as best he could.
“You want it like this? Bent over your bed?” Chan asked, curling his fingers against Felix’s prostate, and smiling when he pulled against the grip still holding his arms firmly against his back.
“No,” Felix managed to respond, lifting his head enough to be heard, “I wanna see your face. Please?”
Withdrawing his fingers and releasing his boyfriend’s wrists, Chan wrapped a hand loosely around his throat instead, guiding him to straighten up and rest back against his chest, arching his hips into Felix’s and grinding his still clothed erection into the other’s ass, tongue dipping into the shell of one small ear. Felix drew an unsteady breath, head falling back onto Chan’s shoulder, the familiar feeling of his hand on his neck helping ground him a little.
“Doing okay, baby?” Chan said softly, between kisses to the side of Felix’s face, “Do you need a break?”
Felix shook his head defiantly, doing his best to rock his hips back into his companion’s and reaching up to hold onto the forearm draped over his chest.
“I’m okay, promise, think it’s just a bit overwhelming, after... you know, being apart,” he admitted, and felt Chan nodding.
“I know, same here,” came the quiet reply, a soft brush of lips against his own, “I’m just proud of us for making it to your room.”
With a soft laugh, Felix pulled out of Chan’s grasp and climbed up onto his bed, discarding his t-shirt on the way and rolling onto his back to watch as his boyfriend undressed as well. None of the grainy, poorly lit selfies Chan had sent him during their quarantine had done him justice, though Felix wasn’t sure if that was down to Chan’s aversion to taking pictures of himself, his modesty, his lack of confidence, or a combination of all three. So, he allowed himself the luxury of appreciating Chan, his defined muscles, smooth, pale skin, features that had been compared to a ‘Greek God’ by their fans on many occasions, and how gorgeous he looked in the warm morning light, draping his clothes over the back of Felix’s desk chair, until he turned towards him with a confused tilt of his head.
“Come to bed,” Felix murmured, voice low, chuckling as he watched Chan stumble in his haste to join him, that same pale skin quickly turning pink.
“You’re really okay?” Chan asked quietly as he laid down beside him, an arm finding its way around his waist automatically, noses bumping lightly before they shared a small kiss.
“Mm hmm.” After another kiss, then another, Felix took to combing his fingers through Chan’s hair, gazing up at him with a small smile, “Can I call you daddy for a bit?”
He watched as Chan’s blush grew even darker, the hand on his waist sliding down to squeeze his ass firmly even as the older man leant over him to hide his face against his neck, “You can call me whatever you want, Lix.”
Felix sighed happily as he felt Chan press a few kisses to his neck, before he lifted his head again, lips meeting with his boyfriend’s and tongues lapping against each other eagerly. Chan slipped his fingers between the younger’s buttocks, smiling against his mouth as he pressed two back inside him with ease, while Felix’s breath hitched, small fingers digging into the other’s shoulders.
“I’ve missed this,” Chan said between kisses, “Taking care of you...”
"Hurry up then," Felix demanded, spreading his legs wider and biting back a moan when Chan found his prostate, "Mm... Take care of me..."
"Need to get you ready, baby."
Whimpering, Felix dropped his head back against the sheets, rocking onto Chan's fingers and holding onto him tighter.
"Now, daddy, I want you now, I'm good, I can take it, I don’t want to wait anymore," he babbled, and Chan could only give in to him. Touching the side of his partner's face, Chan kissed him again before sitting back between his thighs and withdrawing his fingers. After rolling a condom onto himself, Chan spread a decent amount of lube over his cock with a few languid strokes of his hand, sighing softly at how good it felt. Felix was watching him, sucking on two of his own fingers and spreading his thighs open wider.
"Legs up, baby," Chan instructed, and Felix nodded, letting him rest his ankles up against his shoulders, warm palms rubbing the back of his thighs before he lined himself up and started to push into him. The smile that spread across Felix's face was one of pure ecstasy, his legs shaking even as Chan held them in place, drawing a deep breath of his own, then exhaling slowly once he was sitting flush against the other's ass.
"You're so tight, Lix, fuck..."
Felix didn't seem capable of replying, so Chan circled his hips slowly, eyes fixed on where they connected, the way his boyfriend was stretched around him.
"You wanna feel it, yeah? Want it deep?"
Felix nodded again, eyes glassy when he blinked them open and looked up at Chan, answering with a soft, "Yes, daddy."
Biting down on his bottom lip, Chan started to rock into him, slow and deep as he was able to, tightening the grip he had on his thighs and groaning as Felix's warmth enveloped him. He vaguely registered the sound of a phone vibrating somewhere nearby, but ignored it, his attention focused entirely on the beautiful man beneath him.
"So good, baby, you feel incredible," he murmured, hips stuttering forward before he found his steady rhythm again, "God, Felix..."
Trying his best to focus, Chan pulled Felix a little closer, changing his angle slightly so that he was pushing into his prostate with each thrust, and the response was immediate. Arching up from the bed, Felix let out a loud moan, hands curling around the sheets beneath them and yanking so hard they started to lift away from the edges of the mattress. He couldn't speak, his eyes rolling back in his head, toes curling at the sides of Chan's head, cock leaking onto his stomach without either of them needing to touch it at all. Spurred on by Felix’s reactions, Chan leant forward further, almost folding him in half as he reached out to rest a hand lightly at his throat, silently asking for permission. Managing to tear his fingers from the bedsheet, Felix moved to grip Chan’s forearm instead, his moans only getting louder when Chan increased the pressure on the sides on his neck.
“Fuck!” Felix cried, his voice cracking around the word, right as the bedhead started to thump into the wall. Had they not been so preoccupied, they might have noticed Felix’s phone buzzing intermittently again, but the device may as well have been on silent, completely drowned out by all the other noise they were making. One of Felix’s legs slipped from Chan’s shoulder, falling down on top on his thigh, and Chan didn’t bother to catch it, too busy paying careful attention to his boyfriend, relaxing his grip whenever he slipped too close to losing consciousness. He wondered vaguely, through the haze of pleasure, whether Felix was getting close, though the pre-come rolling down over the sides of his waist onto the sheets and the desperately tight grasp on his forearm seemed to suggest so, and before he could even think to ask, Felix was yelling something that sounded like his name, going rigid beneath him as he rode out what looked like one of the most intense orgasms Chan had ever seen him have. He fucked him through it, until the younger man was almost sobbing, twitching and shuddering whenever Chan’s cock pushed against his prostate, even as he went limp, his other leg falling from its place on Chan’s shoulder as well. Through sheer willpower, Chan slowed his movements, remaining buried in Felix but otherwise only bending forward to hug him gently, and press soothing kisses to his temple.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, holding his boyfriend until his breathing steadied, and his small hands were on Chan’s back again, rubbing over his hot skin in little circles. “You with me?”
“Yes, daddy,” came the quiet reply, and Chan lifted his head to look at Felix, brushing away the blonde hair sticking to his damp forehead. He was completely wrecked, sweat shining on his face, neck and chest, his eyes heavy lidded and unfocused, lips swollen and parted while he was still trying to catch his breath. Chan kissed him, tucking both hands beneath his shoulders and unconsciously rocking his hips forward a little, causing Felix to groan softly.
“Want me to come on your tummy?” Chan asked against his lips, starting to withdraw, but after considering the offer for a second, Felix shook his head, hands venturing a bit lower to squeeze at Chan’s ass, though there was hardly any strength in his grip.
“I think after 10 days, and fucking me that good, you at least deserve to finish in me, don’t you?” he said, his voice husky and satisfied, and bringing a fresh wave of heat to Chan’s already red ears as he nodded. Smiling, Felix shuffled a little beneath him, lifting his head for a kiss, lazy and messy, his tongue sliding up against Chan’s before he gave him the go ahead to start moving again. With a relieved sigh, Chan rolled his hips forwards slowly a few times, before allowing himself to pick up his pace again, burying his face against the side of Felix’s throat, his breath hot against his skin. Felix just held onto him, one hand on the small of his back, the other tangling in the short curls at the top of his neck, lips brushing over Chan’s ear as he spoke to him in that same raspy voice.
“Mm, just like that, fuck me, harder, yes daddy,” he was murmuring, his words only serving to spur Chan on, a familiar tightening sensation already taking root in his abdomen, his moans getting louder even as he turned his face further into Felix’s neck. He wanted to reply to him, to tell him how good he felt, despite the countless times he’d said as much already, but the words wouldn’t come, and when he came with a few particularly deep, harsh thrusts, all he could manage was an overwhelmed whine, all his energy abandoning him at once as he collapsed on top of his boyfriend, gasping for breath.
When things came back into focus, Chan was lying on his back, gazing up at the ceiling of Felix’s bedroom, feeling heavy, tired, but more relaxed than he’d been in days. There was a warm, familiar weight at his side, Felix’s head resting on his chest, his fingers drawing nonsensical patterns over his bare skin, a leg tangled around one of his own.
“Hey,” Chan said, smiling sleepily when his partner looked up him. “Did I pass out?”
“Stray Kids’ Lee Felix crushed by leader Bang Chan after some particularly hectic sex,” Felix teased, “Naver has reached out to JYP Entertainment for comment but they’re reportedly in meltdown over the news. Felix has been quoted on the way to hospital as saying “it was totally worth it”.”
Laughing, Chan clapped a hand over his face, before wrapping it around the other’s shoulders and giving him a gentle squeeze, “That was pretty hectic, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll let our manager know that we need to be separated at least a couple of times a year if that’s what’s going to happen afterwards. Maybe not for 10 whole days, though...” Felix looked so serious as he spoke, pursing his lips so thoughtfully that Chan couldn’t help squeezing him even tighter, before dragging him up for a kiss as he giggled.
“Oh!” Felix exclaimed suddenly, wrenching himself free and reaching over his boyfriend to where his phone sat on his bedside drawers, “You should read my messages from Lino-hyung from today.”
Chan glanced at him, concerned, as he took the device after Felix had unlocked it, and scrolling through the chat history. While he did feel a bit guilty, he couldn’t help but be amused as he read through the texts, Minho’s sweet initial queries about whether Chan was visiting and if they’d eaten breakfast descending into an existential crisis that finished with him announcing he was taking the two youngest members out for breakfast and to let him know when it was safe to return home.
“Should we tell them we might need a bit longer?” Felix asked with a mischievous grin, resting his chin atop his hands. “Like... The rest of the day?”
“Hmmm...” Chan replied, frowning as he pretended to think about it for a moment, then throwing the phone aside and bundling Felix up in his arms again, rolling on top of him and attacking him by covering his face with kisses, despite his loud laughter and squeals for him to get off.
“I think we need a couple more hours at least.”
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Lino-hyung 💗
- Chat History -
9:14am
Yongbokkie! Is Chan hyung visiting?
Eat breakfast!
9:20am
Hey did you both eat
Suddenly realised why it’s felt so quiet here the last two weeks
9:32am
Couple of things! 1. Please check your phone 😺 2. I would like to know if you’ve both been drinking lots of water – staying hydrated is important when you’re doing cardio
9:41am
It’s not even 10am
9:49am
Yongboks you woke up the kids.
They want pancakes, I want to become one with the air and give up my physical form so that I never have to hear you making the noises you are making right now ever again for as long as I live.
Is air alive?
If we breathe air, and air is alive, what does air breathe?
Yongbok ssi does air breathe
10:14am
You know how I feel about the English language, so you know how much it destroys me that I know what “daddy” means in this specific situation. I gave up for a reason, and yet. Here we are.
10:17am
What the fuck are you doing in there
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW, DON’T ANSWER, DO NOT REPLY TO THAT MESSAGE
10:22am
LEE YONGBOK
I wanted to personally promise you that I’m never making Beef Wellington for you ever again, but it sounds like you’re pretty busy with Chan hyung’s Beef Wellington still so
10:25am
I’m taking the kids to visit the other kids
We’re going out for breakfast and neither of you are invited, these are the consequences of your actions
I hope you can both learn and grow from this valuable life lesson.
10:43am
Please text me when it's safe to come home 😺