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World Tour "dominATE", Orlando.
Orlando was just another stop on their American tour, another city flashing past too quickly. Hyunjin had already filmed a short vlog for the SKZ-talker and carefully packed away the rest of their belongings. Earlier, when they’d first arrived at the hotel, the weather had been unusually kind, warm and inviting, so the boys had rushed outside to mess around and play football on the small hotel pitch.
Now, Hyunjin was almost ready to join them.
Almost.
He slipped into the bedroom, where Felix was still sleeping, sprawled peacefully across the bed. Hyunjin paused, his heart softening at the sight. He could watch him like this all day—so beautiful, so unreal, like something borrowed from a dream. Every nickname he gave Felix, every whispered endearment, he meant with his whole heart.
Carefully, Hyunjin bent down and pressed gentle kisses to Felix’s freckles. He adored them—tiny constellations scattered across his angel’s face, stars meant only for him to map.
Straightening up, he lingered a moment longer, memorizing the rise and fall of Felix’s chest, the calm serenity in his features. Only when he felt satisfied—when he knew he could carry this image with him for the next few hours—did he finally turn away.
He picked up his phone from the small drawer beside the bed and quietly left the room, closing the door with the utmost care.
By the time Hyunjin reached the pitch, the teams had already been decided, with a few staff members joining in to make up the numbers.
“I’m telling you, today I’m in top shape,” Han Jisung announced confidently, more to himself than anyone else. “I came here to win.”
The members exchanged amused looks—Han’s self-motivation speeches were nothing new.
“Han,” Chan sighed, ever the responsible leader, “it would be great if you focused on not getting hurt, so we don’t end up at a hospital instead of a concert tomorrow.”
“But I am in top shape,” Han insisted. “I even practiced before coming down here. I’m fully prepared.”
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow as he joined the conversation. “How exactly do you practice football in a hotel room?”
“Youtube, duh,” Han replied proudly. “There are video tutorials for everything these days. Technologia. So don’t be shocked if I pull off some cool tricks.”
With that, Han jogged off to take his position on the pitch.
“Alright—just be careful, everyone. No injuries,” Chan called, heading to his spot as well.
Hyunjin and the rest of the boys moved into position, laughter still lingering in the air as they got ready for kickoff.
They ended up playing a few short matches, switching sides whenever someone got tired or complained it was unfair. The pitch filled with noise—Chan shouting directions out of habit, Changbin laughing loudly every time he managed to block a shot, and Han yelling in triumph whenever one of his “YouTube tricks” actually worked. Hyunjin ran hard, stealing the ball more than once and nearly slipping when he turned too fast, while Jeongin chased after everyone with endless energy, grinning whenever he got a clean pass. A couple of staff members joined in seriously, which only made the boys try harder. Seungmin watched the chaos with an amused smile, clapping sarcastically when someone missed an easy goal and calling out playful comments that made them groan. By the end of it, they were all out of breath, sweaty, and laughing too much to care who actually won.
“Okay, let’s be honest,” Changbin said between heavy breaths, hands on his knees, “Hyunjin was absolutely unfair today.”
Han dropped onto the grass dramatically. “I refuse to accept this outcome. There’s no way you’re naturally that good.”
Hyunjin just laughed, brushing his hair back, cheeks flushed. “What? I didn’t even try that hard.”
Chan shook his head, half proud, half exhausted. “That’s the problem. You never try that hard, and you still score the most.”
From the sidelines, Seungmin clapped slowly. “Football ace Hyunjin, everyone.”
Jeongin grinned, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Hyung, seriously—save some talent for the rest of us.”
Hyunjin smiled, a little bashful despite it all. “Guess you should’ve marked me better.”
“Uh… pretty sure there’s some blonde waving at us,” Chan said, squinting toward the hotel as he lifted a hand to point.
Everyone followed his line of sight, shading their eyes as they looked up. At the same moment, Hyunjin felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he saw Felix’s name on the screen.
Are you having fun? the message read. I’m watching from the balcony.
Hyunjin glanced back up at the hotel, heart warm, already knowing exactly which balcony it was.
“That’s Felix,” Hyunjin said, his smile instantly widening. “He just texted—he’s watching us from the balcony.”
Changbin laughed softly and nodded. “Then you should probably go. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He stretched his arms with a groan. “Honestly, it’s about time we all head back anyway—rest up and get ready for tomorrow’s concert.”
The others hummed in agreement, a few staff members already turning toward the hotel. With tired laughs and lingering energy from the game, they slowly made their way back inside, the evening winding down as the focus shifted to rest and the stage waiting for them the next day.
Hyunjin hurried back to the hotel room, his steps lighter than they’d been all day. The thought of Felix freshly awake made his chest flutter—messy hair sticking out in every direction, eyes still soft with sleep, lips naturally pouty without even trying. Felix was always extra cute like that, all warmth and softness, and just imagining the sight had Hyunjin smiling to himself, eager to open the door and see him up close.
As soon as he reached the room, Hyunjin barely slowed down—his hand was already on the handle, pushing the door open. Felix was stretched out on the bed in his cute teddy bear pajamas, propped up comfortably as he scrolled through his phone. His hair was still a little messy, just like Hyunjin had imagined, and the calm, sleepy look on his face made Hyunjin’s heart ache in the best way. It was one of his favorite sights, he realized—one he could look at all day and never get tired of.
Felix’s face lit up the moment he saw Hyunjin enter, and he waved him over with a soft smile. That was all Hyunjin needed—he moved closer to the bed and leaned down, brushing his lips against Felix’s pouty, soft lips. Strawberry sweet, just like always—his favorite.
When they pulled apart, Felix’s eyes sparkled with his signature bright smile. “So… how was the game? Did you guys have fun?”
Hyunjin grinned, pride swelling in his chest. “Yeah, it was a blast. Han was showing off his new moves from YouTube, and the rest of the boys got a little better too. But honestly? None of them are a match for your boyfriend when it comes to football.”
Felix laughed, resting his chin on his hand, clearly amused by Hyunjin’s boastful tone.
“Well, I guess my boyfriend deserves a reward for winning,” Felix said, voice soft and teasing, though the look in his eyes was anything but innocent. He leaned in, pressing a string of little kisses to Hyunjin’s lips.
Hyunjin let out a small laugh and tried to push himself up from the bed. “Just let me take a shower first. I’m way too sweaty from all that running.”
Felix’s smile only grew, playful and knowing. “You know, I don’t mind that at all. In fact… I love it when you’re sweaty. You look hotter. And by the time we finish having sex, we’ll both be sweaty anyway. We can just shower together.” His doe-like eyes met Hyunjin’s, full of mischief and warmth.
Felix knew Hyunjin wouldn’t be able to resist him—and he was right.
Hyunjin leaned down again, brushing his lips against Felix’s, one hand coming up to cradle his jaw with gentle familiarity. His other hand slid to Felix’s back as he carefully eased him down onto the soft mattress, hovering over him for a breathless moment.
Slowly, Hyunjin broke the kiss, his lips trailing from Felix’s mouth to the curve of his neck. He inhaled deeply, the sweetness of Felix’s scent wrapping around him, and the sensation felt nothing short of magic.
Felix let out a quiet moan beneath Hyunjin’s gentle kisses. He loved how every small touch, every fleeting brush of lips, carried so much feeling—how unmistakably it spoke of love. They worshipped each other in these moments, and Felix felt like he could stay suspended in this warmth forever.
Hyunjin tugged Felix’s teddy-bear pajama shirt up and over his head, then paused, gazing down at him. His eyes traced every line of Felix’s body, lingering as if committing each curve and freckle to memory. He always did this—studied him like a work of art he could never quite capture.
Drawing Felix was one of Hyunjin’s favorite things, yet no sketch ever came close to the original lying beneath him now. And as he took Felix in, soft and real and breathtaking, Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel a quiet, possessive gratitude that Felix was his.
Hyunjin lowered his mouth to Felix’s chest, closing his lips around one pink nipple. He kissed it slowly, then dragged his tongue over it, teeth grazing just enough to make Felix gasp. At the same time, his fingers worked the other one, rolling and teasing it with practiced care, as if he couldn’t stand to neglect even a single inch of him.
He moved between the two, mouth and hand trading places, giving each the same careful attention. Felix writhed beneath him, soft moans spilling freely now, his body reacting to every lick, every bite, every deliberate touch. Hyunjin loved the way Felix fell apart so easily under him, loved knowing he was the one doing this to him.
“Why don’t I give you a little sweet treat before we go any further?” Felix murmured, his voice already breathless as pleasure lingered in every word. His hand slid down, brushing over Hyunjin’s shorts, fingers closing gently around the growing hardness beneath the fabric. Hyunjin was already warm and straining there, tight clothing doing little to hide how ready he was.
Hyunjin caught Felix’s wrist before he could do more, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “That can wait until tomorrow,” he said quietly. “After we finish the concert.”
He leaned down again, kissing Felix’s stomach, slow and lingering, his lips tracing a path that made Felix shiver. “Tonight,” Hyunjin continued, voice low and steady, “just let me take care of you. We shouldn’t overdo it—tomorrow’s a big day.”
His mouth stayed warm against Felix’s skin, unhurried and deliberate, reminding him exactly who was in control and how good it felt to give in.
Hyunjin continued down Felix’s body, his lips lingering over his stomach before drifting lower, closer to the waistband of his pajama pants. With deliberate slowness, he pulled them down along with Felix’s boxers, freeing him completely.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Felix’s hard length, just enough to make Felix cry out, his breath stuttering at the sudden sensation. Hyunjin’s tongue followed, slow and teasing as he licked him a few times, savoring every reaction he drew from Felix’s body.
Then his mouth moved lower, leaving gentle kisses along Felix’s skin until he reached the small, pink hole that looked far too inviting. The attention there pulled another broken moan from Felix, his body tensing beneath him.
Hyunjin’s hands slid to Felix’s hips, fingers spreading over his buttocks as he adjusted their position, holding him steady and open, making sure he had better access.
Hyunjin lowered himself between Felix’s thighs, his tongue circling and teasing Felix’s pink hole while his fingers worked gently alongside it. He moved with care, patient and deliberate, making sure Felix was ready, making sure he wouldn’t hurt him. Every motion was slow, meant to loosen him, to ease him into pleasure instead of overwhelming him.
Felix gasped and arched beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets. “Ah—Hyunjin, please,” he breathed, his voice shaking. “That’s enough. I want you inside me.”
Hyunjin groaned softly at the sound, the words hitting him hard. He pulled back reluctantly, desire written all over his face. “You have no idea how good that is to hear,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over Felix’s hip one last time.
He quickly shed the rest of his clothes, frustration and need tangled together as he freed himself. A relieved sigh left him as his hard penis was finally released from the tight fabric, his body tense with restraint as he moved back over Felix, ready to give him exactly what he was asking for.
Hyunjin wrapped his hand around his hard member, stroking it slowly a few times before guiding it into place. He pressed the tip against Felix’s soft opening, and Felix let out a loud moan at the simple contact, his body already reacting to the promise of more.
Hyunjin pushed in carefully, inch by inch, moving slowly at first so he wouldn’t hurt him. He paused when needed, letting Felix adjust to him, breathing together as the sensation built—overwhelming and intense for both of them.
“Hyunjinnah… you can move faster,” Felix pleaded, his voice trembling. “Please.”
Hyunjin groaned softly at the sound of his name and obeyed, picking up the pace, giving Felix exactly what he was asking for.
Felix melted beneath him, reduced to broken moans and soft cries, his body arching instinctively with every movement. Hyunjin couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, trying to burn the sight into his memory. Even like this—breathless and undone—Felix looked divine to him, almost unreal, like an angel he was lucky enough to hold.
Hyunjin quickened his pace, each thrust deeper and more urgent. Their breathing grew ragged, hearts hammering together as they moved in rhythm. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Felix’s, capturing his mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss, teeth gently grazing, tongue exploring. Every movement was greedy, desperate, as if he wanted to draw every moan, every gasp, every shiver from him.
“Ah… Jinnie… I’m close… I’m going to—” Felix gasped, his hands clutching Hyunjin’s shoulders, voice breaking under pleasure.
“Me too, angel… me too,” Hyunjin murmured against his lips, voice thick with need. “Let’s finish together.” He pushed himself even harder, faster, matching Felix’s gasps with his own, moving with relentless intensity.
Their bodies moved as one, every thrust, every touch igniting sparks. Felix cried out, his hips arching involuntarily, and Hyunjin followed, shouting his name as they came together. Their breaths mingled, heavy and hot, hearts racing, bodies trembling.
Soft words of love spilled between them—broken, beautiful, and utterly intimate. “I love you, angel,” Hyunjin whispered, and Felix’s response, equally breathless, was a shaky, “I love you too, Jinnie.”
They collapsed together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten, lost in the afterglow of what they had shared.