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“Do you still have that spare room?”
Hyunjin blinks over at Jisung, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the end of the bar, hovering by the servers’ pickup station. His palms are flat on the rubber mat and he’s leaning forward, trying to force himself into Hyunjin’s personal space. It’s only an hour into his closing shift and Hyunjin is already irritated. “Why are you asking?” he asks, suspicion leaking into his voice despite his effort to stifle it.
Jisung is cute and sweet and annoying. Hyunjin can barely work a full week’s worth of shifts without an instance of Jisung crying at the end of the bar, where he’s standing right now, wailing about his toxic relationship. To this day, Hyunjin doesn’t understand how he came to be the one who has to play the workplace psychologist, and he really doesn’t want that dynamic to bleed into his home life. “One of my friends is getting kicked out of his place,” Jisung says, rocking back and forth now, and he already doesn’t sound very convincing. Hyunjin quirks an eyebrow. “His roommate found out that he does porn,” Jisung hurriedly explains.
“You want me to offer my spare room to a pornstar?” Hyunjin asks in genuine need of clarity. He’s not exactly interested in hearing the noises that likely spawn from the bedroom of a pornstar, and even besides that, Chan would never agree to it. Jisung’s upfront honesty about his friend’s career in the first place has Hyunjin feeling even more suspicious.
The ticket printer hums as it spits out paper. Hyunjin snatches the ticket pointedly and Jisung ignores him in favor of staring down at the phone now in his hand, concentration evident on his face. Blue Moon pours into a chilled glass, smooth and tempting, and when Hyunjin walks back to the pickup station to set the drink down, Jisung turns his phone around. “Here,” he says, and Hyunjin nearly dies.
Blonde hair, freckles, a collar with a leash attached to the O-ring. Brown eyes look upward, past the camera and at the lucky jerk holding it. Jisung’s friend is on his knees in the photo, fully dressed but looking absolutely sinful, like something Hyunjin would purposefully scroll past quickly on Reddit.
“His name is Felix,” Jisung is saying, but Hyunjin isn’t exactly listening. His ears are ringing, actually, and his hand nearly knocks the glass of beer over as he tries to hastily move away. “He only does solo stuff on, like, Twitter. His roommate thought the dog thing was weird.”
“Dog thing?” Hyunjin asks before he can stop himself, his voice cracking as the words tumble out of his mouth. Of course this would happen to him on a random Tuesday. He clears his throat and shakes his head before Jisung can open his mouth again. “Absolutely not. No way,” Hyunjin says.
The rest of the shift feels like torture. Jisung hovers around the bar as often as possible, ignoring his own customers and sacrificing his own tips to instead spend hours convincing Hyunjin that letting Felix move in with him is a good idea. Hyunjin does live in the basement, which means Chan would theoretically be the one to deal with whatever weird stuff happens in Felix’s bedroom, and Hyunjin can technically withhold the sensitive information from him until later, anyway. It’s been months now since Changbin moved out and Hyunjin is more than ready to split the rent up again.
Plus, having Felix around can’t possibly be bad. He’s insanely hot, and even if Hyunjin can’t exactly make a move without putting Felix in an extremely vulnerable situation, he can at least enjoy the view.
Felix, desperate to escape his judgmental roommate as quickly as possible, moves in on Saturday. He doesn’t ask Jisung for Hyunjin and Chan’s phone numbers, doesn’t even want a walkthrough of the house. Jisung did say something vague about Felix’s family living in another country, an attempt at guilt-tripping Hyunjin that genuinely did make an impact on his decision-making process, so Hyunjin assumes that Felix can’t really turn down a place to stay regardless of any other factors.
“Do you understand that I turned down working a celebration of life to do this today?” Hyunjin asks Jisung bitterly after he opens the front door. Behind Jisung, Felix is hopping out of the passenger seat of the Uhaul. Hyunjin stares over Jisung’s shoulder as the little blonde from the shift-ruining photo approaches his house.
“You’re not going to regret paying less in rent,” Jisung says with a shrug, and then Hyunjin is stepping aside to let them both in.
Chan stands up from his spot on the couch, turns around, and falters immediately. “Welcome home,” he manages after a few too many seconds of staring dumbly at Felix. Hyunjin resists the urge to roll his eyes. Chan is always so obvious, has been obvious ever since he first drunkenly walked up to Hyunjin at a frat party and asked to suck him off in the bathroom. Felix doesn’t even get the chance to respond before Chan hurriedly continues, “Alright, let’s do this.”
Hyunjin spent their entire shift last night drilling into Jisung’s head that he would not be helping with the moving process, but he finds himself moving furniture up the stairs anyway. Felix shrieks a few times at Jisung over his near-inability to hold something without dropping it, but besides the banter shared between friends, Felix doesn’t speak to Hyunjin or Chan. He looks away quickly whenever Hyunjin manages to catch his gaze and it occurs to Hyunjin, after the Uhaul is finally emptied, that Felix definitely knows that he saw the photo.
Jisung has to leave for a closing shift and Chan offers to accompany him in returning the Uhaul, so Hyunjin is left alone in the house with Felix. Boxes litter the living room, miscellaneous items from Felix’s last place that need to find new homes amongst Hyunjin and Chan’s things, and Hyunjin steps over them to walk up the stairs. The door to Felix’s bedroom is ajar, so Hyunjin leans against the doorframe. “Hey,” he says in lieu of knocking.
Felix looks up from where he’s pulling sheets onto his mattress, blonde hair covering his face. “Jisung told me,” he says cryptically. Hyunjin blinks. Felix reaches up to push his hair back, and his cheeks are pink. “I’m really sorry. I told him to be upfront because of what happened, but I didn’t think he would show you something.”
Hyunjin is a strong person, typically. He’s a flirt and he’s good at it, and he hardly ever gets flustered around someone he finds attractive. Looking at Felix, though, all Hyunjin can see is that collar around his neck, that wild look in his eyes. It’s entirely distracting, especially now that the house is empty. “Don’t be sorry,” is what he comes up with first, which doesn’t sound convincing when it comes out of his mouth. Felix stares at his feet, trying to hide his flush. “I thought it was cute,” Hyunjin adds, even though he knows better.
Predictably, Felix grows even more bashful, and he fully turns away from Hyunjin to continue his task at hand. “It’s really not an inconvenience,” he starts rambling, “My roommate didn’t even know about it until last week. I left my computer on and he went into my room to borrow something while I was in the shower. He’s Catholic, and I’m pretty sure he saw something he thought was blasphemous.” Felix pauses and glances over his shoulder at Hyunjin. “You’re not Catholic, are you?”
Hyunjin is not Catholic, but he would happily get on his knees right now. “I’m not,” he answers. Felix looks away, then bends over slightly to reach into the bin at the foot of the bed. Hyunjin short-circuits. “Can I help you with anything?” he asks, openly staring as Felix pulls a duvet out of the bin. Maybe take some pictures of you later? his brain unhelpfully adds. This situation is going to kill him.
The duvet lands in a pile on the bed. Felix huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “I don’t want to be any more of a bother,” he says, nearly tripping over his own feet as he starts to properly make the bed.
Hyunjin, desperately wanting to be bothered, pushes away from the doorframe and walks into the room. “Just tell me what not to touch,” he offers.
They work quietly for a while. Hyunjin scatters things around on the various surfaces for Felix to organize himself later. He tends to get restless on his days off, especially when he doesn’t have any plans, so he’s not really interested in retreating down to his own room. Even after a few hours, Chan doesn’t come home, which is typical for him. “You didn’t hear this from me,” Hyunjin says when Felix asks why he’s gone so frequently, “but he’s kind of a slut.”
Felix laughs loudly, his head thrown back. “I’m kind of a slut, too, you know,” he says, smiling with his teeth, looking at Hyunjin to wait for a reaction.
Hyunjin has to look away. “I don’t think you’re allowed to call yourself a slut if you’re only doing solo porn,” he responds. He’s haphazardly rearranging the things he sat on the bookshelf, now trying to lessen the burden for Felix, only because he’s running out of things to help with and doesn’t want to leave yet.
“No?” Felix asks, and Hyunjin can feel him looking at the back of his head, but he doesn’t turn around. There’s a pause, then, “What about you?”
What about me? Hyunjin genuinely has to stop and think for a moment, because he can’t really remember the last time he got laid. He and Chan aren’t ideally compatible and most of his post-college hookups have been with friends of friends who found him on Instagram and openly asked to sleep with him. Hyunjin likes to flirt but he’s picky, and he typically doesn’t like letting random people into his space. Until now, apparently, Felix actually staring right at him when he finally turns around. “I’m selective,” he answers, earning a nod of understanding from Felix.
“I’m selective, too,” Felix says, and Hyunjin barely gets a breath in before he continues, “I’ve actually never done it before.”
Jisung is going to hell. Jisung is going somewhere worse than hell, actually, if that exists. Maybe he can ask Felix’s old roommate. “What are you talking about?” Hyunjin asks, as if hearing it again is going to make his head stop spinning.
Felix, for the past half hour, has been stuffing his dresser full of clothing. When Hyunjin’s gaze falls, he sees pink lace in Felix’s hands, watches it quickly disappear into the open drawer. “I’m not really interested in toning myself down for somebody, you know?” Felix asks, sounding way too innocent for what they’re actually talking about. He sighs and stops moving, a ball of white silk in his hands, then turns to look at Hyunjin. “It’s not easy finding actual freaks in the real world.”
Is Hyunjin an actual freak? He’s not really sure what that means, honestly, but he would probably do anything that Felix asked him to. He’s had his fair share of BDSM experiences but has never had a partner for long enough to really dive into the different dynamics. If liking the collar and leash means being an actual freak, then Hyunjin is definitely on board. He’s just worried about what he hasn’t seen, what else Felix is actually posting on his Twitter account.
“How do I know if I’m an actual freak?” Hyunjin asks, now genuinely interested in furthering this conversation. Felix laughs again and shakes his head, and Hyunjin can see redness creeping up his neck again. “C’mon, help me out here,” Hyunjin pushes.
Felix unceremoniously stands up from his spot on the floor and grabs his phone from the top of the dresser. “I’ll just show you,” he mumbles, and Hyunjin nearly dies again.
Looking at naked photos of Felix on Felix’s phone in front of Felix is definitely something. Hyunjin scrolls through his Twitter account, past some of the most freakish posts he’s ever seen in his entire life, past some of the most sinful photos he’s ever seen in his entire life. Felix, on his stomach with a tail nestled between his cheeks, white rabbit ears settled against the back of his head. Felix, his cock flushed beautifully pink against his stomach as he rides a dildo clearly bought from Bad Dragon, which Hyunjin does already know of. Everything about this is insane, Hyunjin decides, and he suddenly wishes Chan would walk through the front door downstairs.
Felix is staring down at him. “Well?” he asks, wringing his hands in front of himself. Hyunjin can’t possibly imagine how he’s not embarrassed, though it’s clear through the Twitter posts that humiliation is part of his actual freak stuff. The idea of Felix getting turned on by showing Hyunjin his porn, hours after moving into his house, sends shivers down Hyunjin’s spine.
“I can’t think of what to say yet,” Hyunjin responds earnestly. Felix nods, his lips pursed, and reaches for his phone. Hyunjin jerks away instinctively. “I’m not done,” he says, and then Felix makes a little noise in the back of his throat, almost like a kicked puppy. Hyunjin can’t help but to grin at him.
“Just look it up on your phone,” Felix whines, and he looks like he wants to stomp his feet about it. Hyunjin locks his phone and hands it over, and Felix accepts it graciously. “You’re looking, but you’re not saying anything,” Felix says, turning away from Hyunjin and crossing the room back to his dresser. He drops to his knees in front of the box he was pulling his fucking lingerie out of and Hyunjin swallows dryly.
“Forgive me for not calling you sexy when you just moved into my house,” Hyunjin says as he pushes away from the bookshelf. “I was hoping to be respectful of your hobbies.”
Hyunjin can’t exactly see it, but he can practically hear Felix’s eyeroll. He should really send a text to Jisung. “I just showed you all of that and you think I want you to be respectful?” he asks, not looking up at Hyunjin, fumbling through the box of delicates instead. “To be honest, Jisung showed me your Instagram before he even asked if I could have the room.”
“To be honest,” Hyunjin says without thinking, because that sentence threw him for a loop, “I want to see that collar on you.”
Felix makes another noise low in his throat, but this time it sounds irritated. “Go away,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t sound convincing. Hyunjin walks closer, hovering over him from behind, staring down into the box. He eyes the white rabbit ears from the photo he saw on Twitter. Felix turns his head and looks up, blinking those wide brown eyes at Hyunjin. “You’re not going away,” he says pointedly.
Hyunjin thinks. A lot of the posts he scrolled past on Felix’s Twitter account were distinct, with undertones of consensual non-consent and depraved fantasies that Hyunjin wouldn’t have even been able to come up with on his own. Felix all but explicitly stated that he wants Hyunjin to make a move, but Hyunjin feels like he’s backing them both into a corner right now. “I should have your phone number,” he says simply, and the way Felix’s face falls into disappointment is comical.
Later, Hyunjin is pressed against the wall of his bedroom with his legs sprawled out across the bed, laptop on his lap, scrolling through Felix’s Twitter account. He’s not as horny as he is genuinely curious about this side of the Internet, about all of the taboo interests that Felix posts about. He’s not even scrolling through the Media tab specifically, just reading all of the reposts, when there’s a knock at his door. “Come in,” Hyunjin calls out, and the door opens slowly.
Felix, of course. Felix, with one of his hands behind his back. “Hey,” he says, sliding into the room and shutting the door behind himself. Hyunjin doesn’t even bother shutting his laptop, just stares as Felix gazes around his room. It’s not particularly interesting, all posters he ripped off of the walls at local venues and drug paraphernalia that doesn’t really have its own home. “Am I bothering you?” Felix asks when he finally looks at Hyunjin, still pressed up against the wall with one hand behind his back.
“I’m looking at photos of you naked,” Hyunjin answers. Felix scoffs and ducks his head, staring down at the floor. He rocks back and forth on his heels for a moment, then reveals his hand: the collar, the leash. Hyunjin slams his laptop shut and shoves it off of his lap, rushing to get out of bed. This is exactly what he wanted to happen. “Come here,” he demands, and Felix meets him halfway, extending his arm to hand over the collar and leash.
Hyunjin feels crazy. He’s never done something like this before, especially not with somebody so new to his life. It doesn’t particularly mean anything to himself but he can tell that Felix is taking it seriously when he straightens up and lifts his head. He looks like he wants to say something but refrains, quietly staring down at Hyunjin’s hands instead. Hyunjin reaches up to wrap the collar around Felix’s neck and fastens it carefully, sticking a finger between the leather and his skin to ensure its tightness.
“I’ve never had anyone do this before,” Felix mumbles. Hyunjin breathes out a laugh and secures the clip of the leash to the O-ring. He lets the leash extend between their bodies before wrapping it around his hand and tugging, gently, light pressure on Felix’s neck. He whimpers, then, and Hyunjin is actually horny now, dangerously so.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Hyunjin asks, teasing, “Drag you around on all fours?”
Felix exhales shakily. “Yeah,” he answers, and it comes out high-pitched, like he’s hopelessly turned-on. He finally looks up, then, meeting Hyunjin’s gaze, desperation evident behind his eyes. “And you can kick me when I’m bad,” Felix says.
Hyunjin needs to text Jisung. Hyunjin needs to text Jisung, like, right now. He opens his mouth, trying desperately to come up with something to say in response, when the ceiling shakes. The front door shuts loudly, Chan’s usual way of letting Hyunjin know that he’s finally home. “He’s going to come talk to me,” Hyunjin predicts aloud, and sure enough, footsteps echo throughout the stairwell. Hyunjin panics for a moment, trying to wrangle his thoughts, then says, “Get in bed.”
Felix catches the end of the leash when Hyunjin drops it. Chan knocks on the door as Felix is crawling into Hyunjin’s bed, curling up underneath the covers with the leash in his hands, only his neck and head revealed. Hyunjin swings the door open. “Yes?” he asks, suddenly flustered, hoping it isn’t too obvious, because Chan is always ready to start his shit.
“Can we talk about…?” Chan trails off, and Hyunjin resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he wants to talk about Felix. He glances over his shoulder pointedly, moving aside slightly so Chan can look past him and into his room. Chan tilts his head, a look of confusion spreading across his face. “Wait, you…?” he trails off again, helplessly pointing between Hyunjin and Felix.
Felix shifts abruptly, propping himself up on an elbow, the leash jingling as he moves. “We’re only playing,” he says, and it’s the first thing Felix has ever said to Chan. It also sounds horribly pornographic, and Hyunjin has to squeeze his eyes shut to gather his thoughts.
Chan is not merciful. “Playing?” he asks, and when Hyunjin opens his eyes, Chan is staring right at him. He still looks confused, and Hyunjin really can’t blame him; he did choose to withhold the information about Felix’s job when explaining the situation to Chan. “You’re playing with our new roommate?”
“I’m playing with our new pet,” Hyunjin responds dryly. He can hear the leash moving again, sheets rustling, likely Felix hiding out of embarrassment. He refuses to turn around. Chan blinks dumbly at him. “Why don’t we talk later?” Hyunjin asks.
Luckily, Chan is merciful this time. He turns on his heel and leaves to walk up the stairs, shaking his head aimlessly the entire way. Hyunjin shuts and locks the door to his bedroom, then finally turns around. Felix is curled up in the fetal position, a lump underneath the covers. Hyunjin sits on the edge of the bed beside him and drags the comforter down, revealing a tuft of blonde hair.
“You embarrassed me,” Felix whines, but he doesn’t sound very upset about it. His face is an unforgiving red, and with the collar wrapped around his neck, he looks fucking sinful.
Hyunjin feels heat pool low in his gut, arousal finally allowing itself to stir. “I can’t take your virginity on the first night you’re here,” he says, but it comes out unconvincing, even to himself.
Felix hurriedly sits up, ungracefully pushing the hair out of his face to look at Hyunjin. “I didn’t say anything about having sex with you,” he says, and his lips are threatening to curl into a teasing smile, Hyunjin can tell. “Did you think I wanted to have sex with you?” Felix asks, absentmindedly playing with the chain of the leash.
Something threatens to take over Hyunjin’s psyche, then, something he must have developed through reading egregiously-filthy posts on Twitter. He waits, thinking. Test the waters. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice,” Hyunjin finally says.
Felix’s expression shifts, but Hyunjin hardly gets the chance to notice it before Felix is lunging at him. His lips are soft and wet and eager, parting before Hyunjin can even register what’s happening. Hyunjin kisses back, because he can’t not kiss back, and he reaches up to hook a finger through the O-ring of Felix’s collar and drag him closer. Felix hums a pleased sound, their kiss turning sloppy as he shifts on the bed to plant himself down in Hyunjin’s lap.
This is good. This is perfect, really, the way Hyunjin can wrap the leash around his hand and have Felix melt against him. His other hand falls to rest on Felix’s waistband and Felix sighs shakily against his lips, clearly desperate for it despite himself. “You want it so bad,” Hyunjin teases, dipping his fingers underneath Felix’s waistband and pressing against the soft skin of his stomach. Felix chases his mouth, whining loudly when Hyunjin pulls back. “You want to be my sex pet so bad,” Hyunjin says.
Felix squirms in his lap. “Tell me I can’t touch myself,” he says, rushed, like it was punched out of him. Hyunjin grins and lightly drags his fingertips up Felix’s side, relishing the noises he makes out of sensitivity. “Please, Hyunjin,” Felix mumbles, reaching up to put his hands on either side of Hyunjin’s neck.
“I want you to, though,” Hyunjin says. Felix huffs out a sigh and leans in to kiss him again, but Hyunjin dodges it. “I want you to torture yourself by thinking about me,” Hyunjin continues, pulling hard on the leash until Felix falls against him, his forehead on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “I want you to imagine how good it’ll feel to finally take a real cock.”
Felix’s hips rut forward at that, then quickly shift again to create distance between them. Hyunjin can barely stifle his laugh. He is horny for Felix but Felix is just adorable, completely melting on the lap of someone he doesn’t even know, being a total virgin about everything. “You’ll be my first?” Felix asks, muffled against Hyunjin’s shirt, as if he even needed to ask.
Hyunjin brushes his lips over Felix’s ear. “Nobody else better fucking touch you,” he whispers, tugging again on the leash, a whimper creeping up Felix’s throat. “I’ll kill them and you.”
He’s surprising himself, really. At least he seems to be good at playing the role, because Felix is trembling in his lap, overwhelmed with how turned-on he is. Hyunjin is stupidly hard in his jeans, and it’s going to get annoying soon if he doesn’t do something about it. He grabs a handful of Felix’s hair and pulls him up to meet his gaze, and Felix looks drunk on arousal, his eyes half-lidded as he struggles to keep his head up.
“Go upstairs,” Hyunjin says slowly, and Felix nods quickly, “and make me a video.”
A full hour passes before Hyunjin receives the text. He’s in the backyard, bong nestled in his lap, when his phone vibrates on the glass table. Fuck. He sets the bong on the table and grabs his phone, looking quickly over his shoulder to ensure Chan isn’t roaming around quietly behind him.
21:36 Felix — Attachment: 1 Video
He has to turn the volume all the way up in his AirPods to hear anything, because Felix is being insanely quiet despite the fact that he’s riding a massive fucking dildo. Hyunjin stares down at his phone screen, little whimpers filling his ears as he watches Felix’s thighs desperately lift and drop himself back down onto the toy, pastel pink and thicker than any real dick Hyunjin has ever seen before. He can feel his cock filling up again as Felix’s noises get more desperate, and then he hears it.
“Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin stands up abruptly and shoves his phone into his pocket. Felix is right there, fucking himself in Hyunjin’s house, moaning Hyunjin’s name, completely shameless in his own right. The new, depraved part of Hyunjin wants to force open Felix’s bedroom door and fuck him into the mattress, ruin Chan’s night by filling the house with guttural screaming and begging. The normal part of Hyunjin marches right into the house, down the stairs, into his bedroom, and pulls his clothes off.
Sunday is torture. The house is quiet when Hyunjin leaves for his brunch shift, and him leaving means Chan and Felix will be alone together for most of the day. He tries desperately not to think about it.
The first text rolls in about an hour into Hyunjin’s shift.
11:35 Felix — u didnt say gm :(
Hyunjin stares down at his phone underneath the bar, ignoring the ticket sticking out of the printer. He was texting Felix well into the night from their separate bedrooms and some of the filthy messages are still staring back at him. Rereading them makes his mouth go dry.
11:41 Hyunjin — so sorry
11:41 Hyunjin — good morning beautiful
11:42 Hyunjin — sleep ok?
He doesn’t find time to look at his phone for another few hours. Jisung closed last night, which means he got out of working brunch, and Hyunjin has never felt disappointed by not seeing him at the end of the bar until right now. He still hasn’t sent Jisung a text, and it’s long overdue, but he gets distracted when he finally pulls his phone out of his pocket again.
12:03 Felix — Attachment: 1 Image
12:04 Felix — yeaaa
12:04 Felix — i bet id sleep better w u inside me
Hyunjin locks his phone quickly and shoves it back into his pocket. Felix, showing his pajamas off in the mirror, toothpaste drooling down his chin. It’s not even pornographic material but it has Hyunjin’s pants feeling tighter and he can’t tolerate that, not at work. He braces his elbows on the bar and drags his hands through his hair, exasperated.
14:02 Felix — too much…?
14:02 Felix — or r u working hardddd
The fluorescent lights are deeply unforgiving. Hyunjin looks exhausted, ill-adjusted to waking up before noon for these shifts. But here, in the empty bathroom, he can zoom in on the photo Felix sent, can focus on his pouty lips with the toothbrush hanging out of them.
14:16 Hyunjin — working
14:16 Hyunjin — trust me i would rather be home with you on my lap
14:17 Hyunjin — have you talked to chan at all
He washes his hands.
14:19 Felix — mm
14:19 Felix — hes being kinda weird
14:19 Felix — but maybe it was the pet thing…?
14:20 Felix — we r kinda just sitting on the couch lol
14:20 Felix — Attachment: 1 Image
The photo is of Felix’s outstretched legs and feet on the couch, Chan sitting at the opposite end. He has his laptop in his lap, which means he likely has his headphones on, which means he’s likely working on music. Hyunjin exhales a sigh of relief. Chan never lets anything distract him from his music, so his “weird” is likely just his “normal” that Felix hasn’t experienced yet.
14:22 Hyunjin — he makes music, he’s probably focused
14:23 Hyunjin — i have to work i’ve been hiding in the bathroom
It doesn’t particularly matter that Hyunjin has been looking at his phone in the bathroom for the past ten minutes now that the second bartender has arrived, but he still feels guilty when he finally makes it back over to the bar. His mind is fully in the gutter and it’s distracting as all hell until the early dinner rush starts, and then he’s properly distracted until the end of his shift.
15:04 Felix — ok chan asked me what i do for work so i told him lol
15:04 Felix — i didnt show him though…
Hyunjin gets home three minutes faster than he normally does. When he opens the door, Chan is still on the couch, headphones predictably over his ears, blocking out the sound of Hyunjin entering the house. He kicks his shoes off and rushes down the stairs, undoing his belt on the way into his bedroom, desperate to take a shower and finally be in the same room as Felix again.
When he pushes open the door to his bedroom, Felix is in his bed. Felix is in his bed, AirPods in his ears, staring at his phone. Hyunjin tugs his belt out of his jeans. “Missed me?” he asks, and Felix rips his AirPods out as he sits up.
“Yeah,” he answers, smiling as Hyunjin starts to unbutton his jeans. “You’re taking a shower?” Felix asks.
Come with me, Hyunjin thinks, but he doesn’t want his resolve to break yet. “Wait for me,” he answers instead, then pulls his shirt over his head. Felix’s jaw drops and Hyunjin can feel his gaze burning into his back as he disappears into the bathroom.
Really, he shouldn’t jerk off with Felix in the other room. It’s impossible not to, though, with Felix in the other room. Hyunjin stands under the boiling-hot stream of the shower and wraps a hand around his cock, already half-hard just from thinking about Felix waiting for him in his fucking bed. He sighs and braces his other hand against the wall of the shower, leaning into it, fucking his fist slowly until his cock fills up.
Everything about this situation is bizarre. Jisung must have promised to set Felix up with Hyunjin, or something of the sort, because it really makes no sense for Felix — as a so-called selective virgin — to be all over Hyunjin without having heard a few things about him beforehand. Hyunjin and Jisung aren’t even that close, not really, besides their sloppy making out in the back of Hyunjin’s car after a particularly fun night out drinking with their coworkers. Hyunjin’s hips jerk at the memory of it, Jisung’s panting against his lips as he grabbed desperately at Hyunjin’s shirt, all but begging for a hand on his dick.
Truthfully, it does make sense when Hyunjin thinks about it. Jisung probably pitied Felix for his situation and talked Hyunjin up to him as a way to convince him to move into the house without even meeting Hyunjin or Chan beforehand. Plus, Jisung knows that Hyunjin doesn’t exactly get around much, so he probably sold it as a win-win situation. Hyunjin feels his cock soften in his hand as he gets lost in his thoughts, and then he remembers that Felix is waiting for him and he reaches for the shampoo instead.
He leaves the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, steam pouring into his bedroom. “I thought about you all day,” Felix says, twisting a lock of hair around his finger while he watches Hyunjin rummage through a dresser drawer. “Were you thinking about me?” he asks.
Water drips down the back of Hyunjin’s neck, displeasing him. He pulls a pair of boxers on underneath the towel then lets it fall to the floor. “Of course I was thinking about you,” he says, glancing over his shoulder to see Felix’s ear-to-ear smile. Hyunjin pulls on a pair of sweatpants, then crosses the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “You said Chan was being weird?” he asks.
Felix shrugs. “He got less weird after I told him about the porn thing,” he says. Hyunjin can’t wrap his head around that quickly enough. What does that even mean? “He probably just thinks I’m hot.”
Hyunjin can’t help himself. “You think he’s hot?” he asks. It makes no sense to ask that, because Hyunjin has known Felix for all of thirty hours, but he’s curious nonetheless. Chan is hot, especially naked, especially when he’s drunkenly holding Hyunjin down during one of their play-fights.
“Well, yeah,” Felix answers. He shifts to settle on his knees and pushes into Hyunjin’s personal space, his face so close to Hyunjin’s now. “But he’s not you.”
That has adrenaline soaring through Hyunjin’s veins. He falls back onto the bed and pulls Felix with him, manhandling him into a straddle over his lap. Felix’s hair brushes against his cheeks as he hovers over Hyunjin, and Hyunjin reaches up to push it behind his ears. “What do you want to do tonight?” Hyunjin asks, keeping his hands on the sides of Felix’s face, feeling the skin burn up underneath his touch.
Felix smiles, adorable. “Suck your cock,” he answers.
Well. Hyunjin moves his hands down to Felix’s hips. “You haven’t earned it yet,” he says, and Felix pouts dramatically. Hyunjin stifles a grin. “Where’s the fun in giving it to you right away?” he asks.
Felix sits back on his heels and presses his palms to Hyunjin’s bare chest. He’s not nearly as bashful now as he was yesterday, likely because of their hours spent sexting well into the night. Hyunjin hasn’t checked Felix’s Twitter account all day and the urge to look at it — to see if he’s posting about Hyunjin — lingers. “You’re so hot,” Felix says in lieu of answering the question, dragging his gaze and his palms downward, resting at the waistband of Hyunjin’s pants. “I was touching myself in here.”
Hyunjin was not expecting that. Thank God Felix didn’t send him anything lewd while he was at work, because it would have ruined the rest of his day immediately. “You’re insane,” Hyunjin says, tightening his grip on Felix’s hips, desperately wracking his brain for something to say besides show me how. Felix is chewing on his bottom lip, giggling, playing with the string on Hyunjin’s pants. “Did you come?” is all Hyunjin can come up with.
“No,” Felix says, sighing, but he’s still smiling. “Can I?” he asks.
Footsteps upstairs. Hyunjin sits up, pressing his chest to Felix’s, their lips meeting soon after. Felix kisses like he’s sick and Hyunjin’s tongue is the cure, his mouth wet and open from the very beginning, all moans and fingernails in Hyunjin’s shoulders. Hyunjin is addicted right away, arousal stirring in his entire body, filling him with just enough desperation to flip their bodies over, Felix’s back hitting the mattress. He babbles helplessly when Hyunjin is settling on his knees between his legs and then lips find Felix’s neck, teeth meeting skin immediately.
“Are you posting about me?” Hyunjin asks, which quickly shuts Felix up. Hyunjin lifts his head to attempt meeting Felix’s gaze, but he refuses to open his eyes, cheeks flushed bright red now. “About how badly you want me to take advantage of you?”
“Well, yeah,” Felix mumbles, like the answer should have been obvious, knowing that it already was. Hyunjin breathes out a laugh and sucks gently on Felix’s earlobe, earning a full-body shiver in response. “Mark me up,” Felix says, sounding like he’s on the verge of begging already.
Hyunjin knows, deep down, that he shouldn’t give in yet, that the game has only just begun. But he has a good feeling that he’ll be winning either way. He complies, sucking red-purple splotches into Felix’s freckled skin, coating his neck. Felix writhes and moans underneath him the entire time, hands desperately grabbing at Hyunjin’s back, crescents in his skin.
“You’re so fucking easy,” Hyunjin remarks, equally amused as he is horny. Felix whines, and before Hyunjin can get another word out, hands slide underneath his waistband. He sits back on his heels and grabs Felix’s wrists. “I think I’ve indulged you enough,” he says, earning another whine, more writhing.
“Just let me see it,” Felix pleads, jerking his hands away from Hyunjin’s and settling them on his own stomach. “I won’t touch.”
Hyunjin is hard, his failed masturbation in the shower still lingering arousal underneath his skin. He hesitates, staring down at the hickeys on Felix’s throat. Then, decidedly, he drops a hand to the bulge in his pants. “You can watch,” Hyunjin says, watching Felix’s eyes widen in excitement, “if you keep your hands behind your back.”
They shift on the bed, Hyunjin’s back against the headboard, Felix cross-legged between his spread legs. When he drags his pants down his thighs, Felix lets out a small gasp, hurriedly putting his hands behind his back. “It’s…” He trails off, staring openly as Hyunjin wraps a hand around his cock.
“Don’t say it’s big,” Hyunjin laughs, tilting his head back and letting his eyes fall shut as he strokes himself, “I’ve seen you take much bigger.”
He’s not looking now, but he can feel Felix squirming on the bed, can hear the sheets rustling underneath them. “I would throw everything away if you asked me to,” Felix is saying, unabashed need dripping from his voice.
Hyunjin squints. Felix looks completely pathetic, unable to properly sit still, likely grabbing at the sheets behind himself to keep his hands obedient. Part of Hyunjin really does want to see Felix touch himself, but the new, twisted part of Hyunjin wants to jerk off to Felix’s suffering. He turns his head and reaches over to fumble through the nightstand for lube, lazily pouring it directly over his cock before dragging it down his shaft. “Read me your new posts,” Hyunjin says.
Felix blinks. Shock overwhelms his expression. He sputters, just for a moment, then says, “Read them yourself.”
Hyunjin laughs, twists his hand over the tip of his cock, inhales sharply. “Read me your posts or you can’t come tonight,” he says.
The lube is creating slick sounds as he strokes himself lazily, his eyes fixed firmly on Felix as he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his pajama pants. Felix raises his other hand to chew on his cuticles, nervous. “Should I start from last night?” he asks, refusing to look back up at Hyunjin.
“Reposts, too,” Hyunjin adds.
Felix makes a short noise of irritation, then clears his throat. His words still come out small, embarrassed. “My new roommate put my collar on me and pulled on my leash and said I have no choice but to fuck him,” he reads aloud, quickly glancing up at Hyunjin to gauge his reaction. Hyunjin only stares at him, tightening his grip on his cock. Felix’s eyes flicker back down to his phone. “I want him to come into my room and— Hyunjin, I can’t,” Felix cuts himself off, shoving his phone into his lap and covering his face with his hands.
Hyunjin is painfully, achingly hard. Every wet slide of his palm over his cock sends electricity through his veins. “C’mon,” he says, bending his knees and planting his feet firmly on the bed, “or I’ll take your door off the hinges.”
That seems to get to Felix in a different way, a sob forcing its way out of his throat. “Hyunjin,” he whines miserably, lifting his head slightly to look up at Hyunjin with watering eyes. Hyunjin groans and drops his head back against the headboard, fucking upwards into his fist. Felix is stirring something within him that can never be shared with anyone else. His eyes are shut for long enough to where he doesn’t see Felix pick his phone back up. “I want him to come into my room and rape me stupid,” Felix says hurriedly, a little breathless.
Fuck. Hyunjin squeezes at the base of his cock, forcing his orgasm away. “Keep fucking going,” he demands, finally looking at Felix again, taking in his tear-filled eyes. Hyunjin can tell that he’s hard and it must be painful, as painful as Hyunjin’s erection currently feels. He’s not usually one to edge himself but he’s not ready for this to be over yet, just wants to keep humiliating Felix until he breaks.
“I want him to keep me as his free use pet,” Felix continues, his voice shaking, “and grope me and abuse me whenever he wants.” He pauses, and Hyunjin dares to start stroking himself again, stifling a hiss from sensitivity. “I want him to drug me and let our other roommate take advantage of me, then convince me it was him when I finally wake up.”
Hyunjin comes. Hyunjin comes, overwhelmed with how insane those words sound coming out of Felix’s mouth. He eases it out of himself, slowly tugging on his cock as come coats his fingers, his eyes half-lidded. In the aftermath, he feels psychopathic. Hyunjin reaches for the tissues on his nightstand. “You’re one sick fuck, Felix,” he says, voice hoarse from his strangled moaning as he came.
Felix forces out a giggle, but it sounds sad. Before he can even think about, Hyunjin extends one of his legs again, forcing Felix’s hands away from his lap, and pushes his foot against the little bulge in Felix’s pants.
The response is instantaneous. Felix comes in one surprised jerk, his head dropping back with a pained gasp. Hyunjin works him through it, pressing the sole of his foot down and rubbing Felix’s clothed cock, feeling warmth spread underneath him. “That’s for being a good boy,” Hyunjin says when Felix weakly raises his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.
“You’re not working tomorrow?” Hyunjin asks Seungmin, his mind pleasantly foggy from the combination of multiple bong hits and two IPAs. Chan is properly drunk, Hyunjin can tell, the way he’s quietly staring down at his phone in his lap whilst swaying back and forth.
Seungmin is one of Chan’s friends from his audio-visual classes, a vocalist. Hyunjin likes him just fine, never complains when he shows up unannounced, just tells him to pack his own bowl. “It’s Memorial Day,” Seungmin responds, like that was supposed to be obvious to Hyunjin, a person who has been working in food service for the past five years. His restaurant is closed on Mondays, so he just sees them as his regular days off.
Felix is in his bedroom. Felix is in his bedroom, likely taking lewd photos for Twitter. Hyunjin aches to know what he’s actually doing. When Seungmin starts talking about something audio-related to Chan again, Hyunjin takes the chance to pull his phone out of his pocket, just as it vibrates.
22:07 Felix — Attachment: 1 Video
Oh. Hyunjin locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. He doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation, so he just stands up wordlessly before crossing the patio to enter the house. The kitchen is quiet, chill from the breeze blowing in through the open windows, and Hyunjin leans against the sink to look at his phone again.
Felix, in Hyunjin’s bed. Shirt pushed up to his chest, hand wrapped around his cock. Hyunjin watches it without sound, willing his dick to stay soft. His head is spinning.
22:10 Felix — come upstairsssss
Hyunjin obeys. He kicks his shoes off by the patio door and heads upstairs, entering Felix’s bedroom without bothering to knock. The room is still full of empty boxes, random things scattered around on the various surfaces, clothes littering the floor. Felix is lying on his stomach on his bed, legs kicked into the air, feet swinging back and forth. “You’re easy,” he remarks with a smile, all teeth, adorable in his matching pajamas.
“Yeah, well,” Hyunjin responds, shutting and locking the door behind himself, “it’s not hard to be more interesting than Chan’s friends.”
“I missed you,” Felix complains. He shifts on the bed to sit on his knees. Hyunjin walks closer, stopping at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch blonde hair. Felix preens under his hand. “Play with me,” he murmurs, staring up at Hyunjin with wide brown eyes, impossibly-long eyelashes.
Hyunjin grins. “What should we play?” he asks, feigning ignorance, dragging his hand down to cup the side of Felix’s face. “Scrabble? Pokémon?”
Felix grabs Hyunjin’s wrist and tilts his head down to graze Hyunjin’s thumb against his lips. Their gazes stay locked as Hyunjin pushes his thumb into Felix’s mouth, pressing behind his teeth and dragging him forward. Felix tilts his head back when Hyunjin leans down to meet his lips over his thumb, a gentle kiss that has Felix inhaling sharply as Hyunjin pulls away. He doesn’t want to stop looking at Felix for even a second. He gently slides his thumb out of Felix’s mouth, dragging it across Felix’s cheek to wipe his spit on his face. “Do you want to see my toys?” Felix asks, blinking up at Hyunjin again, looking all too innocent.
Which is how Hyunjin finds himself on his knees on the carpet, rummaging through a shallow bin full of sex toys. The insertable ones are hidden in cloth bags but Felix owns a plethora of other things: bondage tape, rope, paddles with heart cutouts, feather ticklers. Hyunjin is so excited that he can barely think straight. “You use these by yourself?” he asks, picking up the roll of tape.
Felix’s cheeks are bright red. He shyly tucks his hair behind his ear. “People online send them to me to take pictures with,” he says. “I have a P.O. box.”
Hyunjin’s thoughts are racing. The idea of using toys with Felix — that other people bought for him — has his dick filling up in his pants. “Lie down,” Hyunjin demands, and Felix rushes to stand up and climb back onto the bed.
There are so many options to choose from. Hyunjin wants to go downstairs and pull one of his ties out of his closet, but he doesn’t want to risk bumping into Chan and Seungmin. Instead, he puts the lid back onto the bin and pushes it underneath Felix’s bed. Felix looks moderately surprised, but not unhappy, when Hyunjin stands up without anything in his hands.
He would order Felix around, but manhandling him seems so much more enticing. Hyunjin kneels on the bed and reaches for Felix’s waist immediately, forcing him over onto his stomach. He settles on the bed, legs crossed, and pulls Felix over his lap. Felix figures it out right away, propping himself up on his knees to push his ass into the air.
“I don’t need anything to make you fall apart,” Hyunjin says, ghosting his hand over Felix’s ass, grinning when Felix squirms. Hyunjin hooks two fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants and tugs them down, baring Felix’s ass and thighs.
He is not expecting the butt plug nestled between Felix’s cheeks. He couldn’t see it in the video and definitely didn’t see anything in his bedroom earlier. Hyunjin exhales shakily, his cock fully hard now, and grabs handfuls of Felix’s ass to spread his cheeks apart. It’s plain black silicone, nothing like the pink heart-shaped glass plugs Hyunjin has seen on his Twitter account.
“I picked this one for you,” Felix says, more than a little breathless from how aroused he already is. “There’s an app you can download.”
Hyunjin squeezes Felix’s cheeks, kneading them, and Felix moans as the plug shifts inside of him. “You’re serious?” Hyunjin asks, already fumbling to get his phone back out of his pocket, struggling with Felix on top of him.
It’s a little comical, really, how they stay just like that while Felix tells him what app to download and how to set it up. Hyunjin absentmindedly rubs Felix’s ass the entire time, teases him by pushing gently on the plug. Just as Hyunjin’s cock is starting to lose interest, he finally figures it out, Felix jolting with a shocked gasp as the plug begins to vibrate inside him.
“You’re going to hate me,” Hyunjin says, and he really means it, because he will definitely be using this while he’s working. He imagines Felix writhing in desperation in his bed, waiting impatiently for Hyunjin to text him dirty things in-between shaking cocktails and cracking jokes to customers. He imagines Felix whining through posts to his Twitter account and rutting against Hyunjin’s pillow. Fuck. Hyunjin brings a hand down on Felix’s ass with no warning, the smack echoing throughout the room, red splotches left behind.
Felix wails, his hips jerking forward, knees already threatening to give out. “You’re the first person to ever hit me,” he stutters, and that awakens something primal within Hyunjin, something absolutely wild.
He can’t stop. He can’t possibly stop, the way Felix is all but screaming as he squirms relentlessly in Hyunjin’s lap. Hyunjin must smack him twelve times, rotating cheeks and upper thighs, before Felix grabs at the sheets and chokes on a sob. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” Hyunjin asks, taking a break from spanking Felix to grab handfuls of his abused ass. Felix keens, his back arched beautifully, his sobs coming out strangled.
“I’m gonna come,” he cries, pushing his forehead into the bed as he tries to contain himself. “Please let me come.”
“You’re gonna come until I tell you to stop coming,” Hyunjin responds, pushing the heel of his hand against the plug and rotating it inside Felix.
Felix comes with tears streaming down his face again, this time babbling, hyunjinhyunjinhyunjin, and Hyunjin shows him mercy by turning the vibrations down. They’re not completely off, but Felix must not even notice until Hyunjin grabs his hips and forces him down onto his back on the bed. Then, when Hyunjin gets his pants completely off, Felix starts to writhe again.
“It’s so much,” Felix whines, planting his feet firmly on the bed, knees in the air, legs spread wide open. He’s using his feet as leverage to roll his hips upward, and Hyunjin groans at the sight of him. He reaches down to palm at his cock through his pants. “Hyunjin!”
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” Hyunjin says. He settles on his knees between Felix’s legs and pushes his pants down his thighs, grabbing his cock immediately. “Now you’re a fucking slut.”
Felix, delightfully obedient, isn’t touching himself. He’s grabbing at the sheets on either side of his body, his hips refusing to stay still. He’s also crying, so hard now that Hyunjin has to wonder if it’s actually torturing him or not. “Please touch me,” he whines, and his cock is hard and red and clearly sensitive against his stomach, come drying on his flushed skin.
Hyunjin does, hand leaving his cock and moving to wrap around Felix’s. “You’re crying,” he says over Felix’s whines, just to make sure, “Are you okay?”
“Please don’t stop,” Felix answers, and then he comes again, his hips fully leaving the mattress. Hyunjin hurriedly grabs his phone and turns the vibrations off, stroking Felix through his second orgasm. He looks completely spent, his eyes struggling to stay open.
23:07 Chan — Wtf are you doing to him lol
Hyunjin ignores the text. Chan will have to figure this out on his own, considering Hyunjin himself barely understands what’s going on. “Too much?” he asks, hovering over Felix to wipe tears away from his cheeks with his clean hand.
Felix reaches out a trembling arm to grab a handful of tissues from the nightstand. “No,” he answers shakily. Hyunjin cleans him up, wipes the come off of his own fingers, then gets up from the bed to throw them away. Felix props himself up on his elbows to watch, sniffling. “Was I good?” he asks.
Hyunjin is still so, so hard. “You still wanna suck me off?” he asks.
He gets back onto the bed, his clothes on the floor now, Felix’s shirt following soon after. Felix moves quickly, kneeling between Hyunjin’s spread legs and hovering over him. The look in his eyes as he stares down at Hyunjin’s cock is absolutely feral, something Hyunjin has never seen before. He doesn’t want to be forceful during Felix’s first blowjob but the waiting game is agonizing, Felix leaning down so slowly, his lips barely brushing against Hyunjin’s cock, a small hand wrapped around the base.
Everything about it is brutal. Felix is so pretty, his lips so full and wet when they finally wrap around the tip of Hyunjin’s cock. Hyunjin forces himself to keep his hands at his sides, just for now, letting Felix move at his own pace. “That’s good,” he says, and it comes out strangled, revealing his desperation. “Fuck, that’s good,” he repeats when Felix gently drags his tongue over him.
Suddenly, an idea. Hyunjin can’t seem to ignore it as Felix, eyes shut in pure bliss, sinks lower down his shaft, testing his gag reflex. Hyunjin has watched a video of him shoving a dildo down his throat, so it can’t possibly take very long for Felix to take the rest of him. He carefully reaches for his phone, forgotten on the bed, and opens the camera.
The movement makes Felix open his eyes and, predictably, he looks thrilled when he sees Hyunjin’s phone, horizontal in his hands. His eyes open a little wider, blinking in faux-innocence at the camera, and Hyunjin groans. “You’re so fucking cute,” he says, and finally, finally lets a hand fall into Felix’s hair. Felix hums at the compliment, his throat vibrating around the tip of Hyunjin’s cock, earning another groan of sheer pleasure. “C’mon, take it all,” Hyunjin demands, then, pressing gently on the back of Felix’s head to ease him down.
It’s good, so good, the way Felix’s throat flutters around him. His nose is pressed to Hyunjin’s lower stomach with how much of his cock is shoved into Felix’s throat and it’s sinful, the way Felix is still managing to look up at the lens, drool leaking out from the corners of his mouth. Hyunjin isn’t going to last very long like this, not while he’s looking at Felix on the screen of his phone, knowing damn well that the video is going to make rounds on Twitter later.
Hyunjin stops the video, reopens the app that controls the plug. Felix chokes on his cock when the vibrations start, his throat so hot and tight, Hyunjin’s cock slipping out of his mouth moments after. “That’s so mean,” Felix whines, pressing his forehead to Hyunjin’s hip and trying desperately to catch his breath. His hips jerk with sensitivity, quiet whimpers pushing Hyunjin closer to the edge.
“I’m close, so figure it out,” Hyunjin says. Felix weakly lifts his head and gets his mouth back onto Hyunjin’s cock, working it quickly now, moaning all the while. Hyunjin can barely keep his eyes open with how good it feels, but he manages to reopen the camera and start a new video. “Close your eyes,” he says, then wraps his other hand around the base of his cock and slides it back out of Felix’s mouth, feeling it pulse as he comes.
There is something to be said about how suddenly okay he is with having his dick on the Internet. Felix is turning him into a monster already. He pumps his cock slowly as come covers Felix’s face, all over his red lips and freckles. “Thank you,” Felix whispers, which has Hyunjin squeezing his eyes shut and exhaling shakily, trying to will his body into relaxation.
When he opens his eyes to stop the video, Felix is wiping the come away from his face with his fingers. Hyunjin watches as he wraps his come-covered hand around his own cock, crying out in sensitivity right away. “You want one more?” Hyunjin asks, breathless from his orgasm.
Felix nods hurriedly, sits back on his heels and jerks himself off so quickly that Hyunjin barely even has time to chastise him. He comes in pathetic spurts, his entire body visibly stiffening with it, and the weak noise he makes suddenly has Hyunjin wishing he didn’t turn off the camera. He turns the vibrations off again and Felix slumps forward in defeat, breathing heavily.
It’s quiet for a moment, Hyunjin staring as Felix helplessly looks down at his hands. He reaches for more tissues, leans forward, grabs Felix’s wrist. “You’re a natural, you know,” Hyunjin says as he cleans Felix up. He uses his thumb to wipe the last of the come off of Felix’s forehead and then drags it over his swollen lips, watching Felix’s tongue dart out to lick it away.
“I’m gonna paywall that,” Felix says.
Chan leaves for his studio before Hyunjin wakes up on Monday. Hyunjin is glad, because he never responded to his text and had to pointedly avoid his and Seungmin’s stares when he crept down the stairs and into the basement last night. Felix was up for half of the night, sending various texts to Hyunjin about his editing of the videos and the paywall and how many people were already sending him money to watch it, and Hyunjin fell asleep with his phone on his chest.
When he walks into the kitchen, Felix is there, drowning in his pajamas and spooning yogurt into his mouth at the table. Hyunjin’s first thought is simple: I’m fucking you today. “Good morning,” he says, voice hoarse from sleep, and he stops to press a kiss to the top of Felix’s head as he walks by.
Felix, clingy already, grabs at Hyunjin’s t-shirt to keep him from walking away. “We’ve made so much money,” he says, eyes bright and excited. Hyunjin cups his face in both hands and kisses his forehead. He can get used to this. “Can we go out today?”
Hyunjin swallows dryly. He would really rather stay in and fuck Felix into the mattress, over and over again, before Chan gets home. But Felix is staring up at him with that hopeful look and Hyunjin doesn’t want to turn him down, not when he’s been such a good boy. “Let’s stay in bed for a while first,” he offers, and Felix nods hastily, biting his bottom lip to stifle his smile when Hyunjin walks away.
Coffee, bacon, eggs. Hyunjin cooks for the both of them, then struggles to keep his eyes to himself as Felix eats. His lips are so distracting, especially now, and Hyunjin genuinely feels like a horny high schooler with the way Felix licks the grease from his fingers. Something else is beginning to stir inside of him, too, something more akin to fondness than desire. Before, he would ignore the feeling until it went away; now, despite his typical avoidant nature, he wants to chase it.
They lie in Hyunjin’s bed for an hour, Felix’s chin on Hyunjin’s chest as he scrolls through his Twitter timeline. Hyunjin tries not to stare at his phone screen as he types out replies to direct messages, accepts payment transfers, sends the video to more and more people.
Felix doesn’t drive, but he looks cute in the passenger seat of Hyunjin’s car. “What’s your real job, anyway?” Hyunjin asks over lunch, mall Chinese food, Felix sipping bubble tea across from him. They’ve been walking around the mall for well over an hour, Felix trying on clothes, refusing to let Hyunjin into the dressing rooms with him. He’s a little high-maitenance, Hyunjin has realized already, making Hyunjin carry both Felix’s purse and his shopping bags, demanding he stay close instead of sitting down whilst Felix sorts through every clothing rack in every store. He is enjoying himself, though, especially knowing that the waiting game will turn out to be well worth it later when he has Felix underneath him.
Felix huffs out a laugh. “My real job?” he asks, twisting noodles around his plastic fork. He bats his eyes at Hyunjin. “Twitter is my real job. I make thousands every month.”
Right. Hyunjin forgot that there are countless perverts online that will throw money at someone as gorgeous as Felix for any reason. It’s really not surprising that Felix can make a genuine living off of his photos and videos — still, it settles low and dangerous in Hyunjin’s gut that Felix will be in his house, naked and willing, all day every day.
“You talk to men privately?” Hyunjin asks, knowing fully well that he’s prying, knowing fully well the answer already. He does feel that he’s allowed to pry a little bit, especially now that his dick is famous on Twitter. Felix merely nods, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “What do they say to you?” Hyunjin asks.
“Don’t be jealous,” Felix says, grinning, teasing. Hyunjin resists the urge to roll his eyes. He’s really not jealous, just nosy. If Felix wanted to have sex with any of those men, he would just do it. Felix makes a show of sighing dramatically and pushing the rest of his food to the middle of the table. “I’m full.”
Hyunjin blinks. The styrofoam container of orange chicken is basically untouched, and they had breakfast hours ago. He looks up at Felix, trying to gauge his expression: is this a thing? “No, you’re not,” Hyunjin responds, pushing the food back over, staring expectantly. He can make it a thing. “We’re not leaving until you’re done,” he adds.
Felix is awfully theatrical when he wants attention. He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. Hyunjin reaches for his bubble tea and manages to pull it away before Felix can grab for it. “You’re so mean,” Felix mumbles, deflating in his seat, picking his fork back up.
Hyunjin can’t wait to be mean later.
Later takes far too long to arrive. Chan is already home when Felix and Hyunjin return, and Hyunjin can tell from the moment he rips his headphones off that he won’t be showing much mercy tonight. “Hey,” Chan starts as Hyunjin is dropping bags onto the floor by the stairs, “Are you guys, like…?”
He didn’t even wait for Felix to shut the front door behind them. “Are we what?” Felix asks, his tone dripping with attitude, and Hyunjin can’t hide his grin. He kicks off his shoes and looks at Chan to gauge his reaction, biting his lip to stifle his laugh when Chan moves his laptop to the coffee table and stands up.
“I just think,” Chan is saying, slowly, like he’s talking down a misbehaving child, “that Hyunjin should’ve been more upfront with the reason you were moving in.”
Hyunjin does laugh at that, shaking his head aimlessly as Chan glares at him. It’s really not his fault for misunderstanding, but Hyunjin doesn’t feel bad that he’s jumping to his own conclusions. “That’s not what happened,” he says, his gaze flickering over to Felix as he starts grabbing bags with the intent to disappear up the stairs. Hyunjin watches Felix leave, staring pointedly at Chan as he waits for the sound of his bedroom door shutting. “I think Jisung set me up,” Hyunjin says earnestly.
Chan’s brow furrows. “Set you up how?” he asks, sitting back down onto the couch. Hyunjin holds back a sigh and crosses the room to sit beside him. This is really not what he wants to be doing right now.
“Felix told me that Jisung showed him photos of me before asking me about the room,” Hyunjin says, watching Chan’s expression shift. “Then Jisung showed me a picture of Felix wearing a fucking leash at work. And I really,” Hyunjin hurriedly explains as Chan begins to look suspicious, “wasn’t planning on doing anything with him until he basically threw himself at me.”
It’s a little bit of a lie, but Chan doesn’t need to know that. Chan rubs his eyes then drops his hands into his lap with a sigh. “So are you making porn with him, or…?” He trails off, and Hyunjin panics slightly when he hears Felix’s bedroom door open, footsteps upstairs.
He waits as Felix descends the stairs. He doesn’t turn his head to look, but Chan does, and Hyunjin watches his mouth drop open — just for a second, before he catches himself — as Felix walks by the couch. The basement door opens and shuts again, and then Felix is gone, welcoming himself into Hyunjin’s bedroom again. Chan turns to Hyunjin with a pointed look. “He’s a virgin,” Hyunjin says weakly, and then Chan is standing up again.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he says in a hushed tone, bewildered but unwilling to raise his voice with the possibility of Felix hearing them. Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair. He’s stressed now, which is exactly why he didn’t want to discuss this with Chan. He should’ve kept his mouth shut, really, but Chan somehow has the ability to pull information out of him whether he really wants to disclose it or not. “So, what, you’re going to take his virginity two days after he moves into our house?” Chan asks.
It sounds bad when Chan says it. Hyunjin swallows dryly. “I mean, yeah,” he answers weakly. Chan shakes his head and starts to walk away, clearly finished with the conversation already. “It’s not like he’s not doing crazy shit already,” Hyunjin attempts defending himself.
“I don’t really care what you do,” Chan says, already heading upstairs. “I’m going to Changbin’s.”
Hyunjin has no complaints about that, really. He shoots up from the couch immediately to head downstairs, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Chan’s concerns are valid but Hyunjin can’t possibly give a fuck when he’s made it this far, especially now that Felix is waiting for him in his bed. When he swings open the door to his room, Felix is sprawled out over his sheets, tiny shorts riding up his thighs, likely the reason as to why Chan’s jaw dropped as he walked by.
“It sucks that I’m taking advantage of you,” Hyunjin says dryly, shutting and locking the door behind himself. Felix laughs and tucks his phone underneath the pillow, propping himself up on his elbows to watch Hyunjin pull his shirt off. “Really, I’m terrible. Taking your virginity when I hardly know you.”
“You’re depraved,” Felix says, his gaze dropping to Hyunjin’s hands as he unbuttons his jeans. “I can’t believe you’d ever do something like that. I should be calling the cops on you.” He’s giggling, dropping back down to the mattress when Hyunjin gets his jeans off and starts toward the bed.
Hyunjin forces himself between Felix’s legs, one hand falling to the bed beside his shoulder to hover over him. “The things I want to do to you would put me in jail,” he says, and Felix’s breath catches in his throat, his legs spreading further as Hyunjin’s other hand pushes his shirt up to reveal his stomach. Hyunjin looks down between their bodies, at the bulge slowly growing in Felix’s sinful shorts. “Are we filming this?” he asks, grinning.
The front door slams upstairs. “We should do it in his bed,” Felix says, all mischief behind the eyes.
Though enticing, Hyunjin isn’t exactly interested in sharing sheets with whatever weird shit Chan does on his own time. “Maybe later,” he responds, then drops down to kiss Felix.
Felix’s kisses are beyond addictive. Hyunjin finds himself moaning into it after no time at all, his hand pushing past Felix’s waistband right away. His cock, even fully hard, is so much smaller than Hyunjin’s, so perfect that it makes Hyunjin’s mouth water. He also isn’t wearing any underwear, which has Hyunjin even more wild for it. He slides his tongue into Felix’s mouth, licking anywhere he can reach, palming at his cock.
Felix, surprisingly, is the first to pull away. “I’ve never wanted someone so much in my life,” he breathes out, pushing his hips up to chase Hyunjin’s hand. “I want it all with you. Please.”
“I want to put a fucking baby in you,” Hyunjin says, the words tumbling out of his mouth without any thought behind them. He’s been reading too many of Felix’s Twitter reposts. His head is spinning with how horny he is, and Felix cries out desperately underneath him, grabbing at Hyunjin’s shoulders to pull him back into another kiss.
They manage to get the last of their clothes off. Felix is already squirming desperately on the bed when Hyunjin reaches for the lube. “I don’t want you to stretch me,” Felix says hastily, shaking his head when Hyunjin’s brow furrows. “I want it right away.”
Fuck. “I can’t do that,” Hyunjin says weakly, even though his cock is aching for it.
Felix turns bashful, then, his cheeks delightfully pink. Hyunjin can’t help himself anymore, reaches for his cock and strokes himself slowly as he stares down at Felix. “I slept with the plug in,” Felix murmurs, so quiet that Hyunjin almost misses it.
“You’re telling me,” Hyunjin starts, thumbing over his leaking slit, “that I could’ve went into your room last night and fucked you in your sleep?”
Felix’s reaction is so delicious, his little whimper going straight to Hyunjin’s cock. Hyunjin is becoming depraved, his mind fully in the gutter when it comes to Felix. There’s no question now whether or not he’s an actual freak. “I was hoping you would,” Felix admits quietly, his hands slowly sliding down his stomach. “I wanted you to come in and rape me awake,” he adds.
Hyunjin is so far gone that it’s not even funny. He stumbles out of bed, ignoring Felix’s whine of displeasure as he crosses the room to his dresser. He has a tripod somewhere, just has to find it. Fumbling through the bottom drawer, through piles of paint supplies and wires, finds it hidden in the corner. Felix rushes to his knees when he sees it in Hyunjin’s hand, watches patiently with wide eyes as Hyunjin settles it on his desk, which is pressed against the same wall as the side of his bed.
“Phone,” Hyunjin says, and Felix hurriedly grabs it from underneath the pillow to hand it over. Hyunjin makes quick work of setting up the camera, and part of him is screaming at himself for allowing his face to be in the video but a much bigger, much hornier part of him doesn’t fucking care.
He retrieves his own phone from his jeans before climbing back onto the bed. Felix shifts closer to the edge of the bed, closer to the camera, then falls forward onto his elbows. “Like this?” he asks, like he even needs to ask, Hyunjin already between his open legs.
Hyunjin should be doing some kind of dirty talking, really, but he can’t seem to force it out of himself. He’s afraid that whatever comes out of his mouth will be absolutely insane and he’ll never be able to live it down, not when his face is on camera. He shakily holds his phone up, opens the camera, and starts recording where he’s kneeling, Felix’s ass presented in the air beautifully.
“You’re not using a condom, are you?” Felix suddenly asks, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
Hyunjin’s mouth goes dry. He hadn’t even thought about it, not really, not after reading all of Felix’s fucking posts. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he answers, which obviously pleases Felix, the way he slumps his upper body down against the bed and arches his back for Hyunjin.
Felix was made for this. He looks fucking amazing on the screen of Hyunjin’s phone, his thighs spread wide open. Hyunjin manages with one hand to grab the lube again and pour it over his cock, stifling a hiss at the temperature, forcing his hips to stay still as he strokes himself. He’s definitely not going to be filming like this for very long, just wants an up-close shot of the insertion for the sake of Felix’s wallet, because Felix’s hips are viciously grabbable and Hyunjin wants to destroy him.
He presses his lube-coated thumb to Felix’s hole, watching as it sucks him in immediately. Felix moans, pushing his hips back to chase the sensation, then huffs angrily when it disappears right away. “Thought you didn’t want to be prepped,” Hyunjin remarks, then wraps his hand around the base of his cock and presses it against Felix’s hole.
“Don’t say that,” Felix says, and it comes out whiny and desperate. “Just take it.”
Hyunjin knows that it’s for the content, but it stirs something inside himself anyway. “Just take it?” he repeats, then pushes the head of his cock into Felix.
It’s insane. It’s fucking insane, how tight Felix is, how he barely even opens up for Hyunjin at all. Felix cries out and grabs at the sheets in front of himself. Hyunjin moves his hand to Felix’s ass, grabs a handful of his cheek and pulls it aside to get a better view of his cock entering him for the camera. It’s obscene and Hyunjin loves it, can’t even get himself to wait for Felix to adjust before he shifts his hips and thrusts forward, forcing his cock inside deeper.
Felix is falling apart already. Hyunjin barely has half of his cock buried inside of him and Felix’s thighs are trembling. He pushes his forehead against the bed and sobs, but stays completely still as Hyunjin pushes further, resistance threatening to keep him out as he bullies his way inside.
He can hear Felix crying when he finally bottoms out. “You’re such a baby,” Hyunjin teases, for the content, then finally turns off the camera on his phone. He leaves it beside them on the bed, just in case, then grabs Felix’s hips. Felix cries out again when he rolls his hips forward. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Hyunjin asks, and Felix nods helplessly against the bed.
They should have fooled around earlier, really, because Hyunjin hasn’t actually had sex in a while and he’s currently fucking a virgin raw. Luckily for him, Felix is already showing signs of being close to the edge, babbling nonsense as Hyunjin pulls out slightly before thrusting back in. The impossible tightness is almost painful and Hyunjin feels crazed with need, the need to completely ruin Felix to the point of no return.
Once he starts, he can’t stop. Hyunjin can’t possibly imagine it not hurting, the way he’s forcing Felix to open up around him, but Felix is all moans, pushing his hips back in time with Hyunjin’s movements. He fucks Felix as hard as he possibly can, watching his ass bounce with each thrust of Hyunjin’s hips, listening to his choir of wanton noises.
Hyunjin pushes his palms against Felix’s lower back and shoves him into the bed. “You’re gonna be such a good fucking toy for me,” he says, pressing Felix into the mattress as he fucks him hard. Felix can barely keep his head up, drool sliding down his chin, his fingers curled into the sheets. Hyunjin groans and brings his hand down on Felix’s ass, grinning when he sobs again from the smack. “Your hole is gonna open right up for my cock now, whenever I want, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Felix cries in response. Hyunjin is displeased with his ability to answer a question. He leans forward and grabs a handful of Felix’s hair, tugging his head up to face the camera directly.
“Tell them how much you like it,” Hyunjin demands, not easing up on his thrusts for even a second. His resolve snaps. “Tell them how good it feels to get your virginity raped out of you. Tell them.”
Felix’s entire body shudders, strangled noises leaving his throat as Hyunjin pulls his hair. “So good,” he chokes out, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Love the way you rape me and make me all yours,” Felix punctuates with a moan as Hyunjin buries himself fully inside, rolling his hips forward.
It’s terrible, really, where Hyunjin’s mind currently is. “You’ll be lucky if I even use lube next time,” he says, dropping Felix’s head back down to the mattress. Felix weakly pushes himself up onto his forearms and Hyunjin watches as he looks at their bodies on the screen of his phone. “You like watching it, don’t you?” Hyunjin asks.
He can hear Felix’s heavy swallow, the way he desperately sucks in breaths. “Flip me over,” he says.
Hyunjin obliges. He uses his thumbs to spread Felix’s cheeks apart and pulls out slowly, watching the way his hole flutters helplessly at the loss. He flips Felix over like a ragdoll, Felix completely boneless against the sheets as Hyunjin reaches for the lube again. It makes the slide back inside easier, Felix filling the room with a long moan as Hyunjin bottoms out again.
“So fucking pretty when you cry like that,” Hyunjin breathes out, hovering over Felix to look down at his face. Felix manages a laugh, his smile bright and earnest, a stark contrast from his watering eyes. Hyunjin reaches for his wrists and presses them to the bed at either side of Felix’s head, then leans in for a kiss.
It’s better like this, so much better. Hyunjin doesn’t stand a chance. As soon as he starts fucking Felix again, he feels his orgasm building up. Felix whimpers against his lips, barely able to kiss back, and it makes Hyunjin feel crazy. He lifts his head and looks at the screen of Felix’s phone, watches himself fuck Felix hard. Felix is so pliant underneath him, so willing to be used, and when Hyunjin looks back down at him, he’s staring up at Hyunjin with wide eyes.
“You’re so hot,” Felix whispers, like he’s in complete shock. Hyunjin groans and drops his forehead to Felix’s shoulder, moving his hands down to grab his hips and fuck him impossibly harder. Felix wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s neck and Hyunjin can feel his entire body shiver as he comes, his cock untouched but spurting come all over Felix’s stomach and chest.
The way his body stills and tightens pushes Hyunjin over the edge, too. His ears start to ring as his orgasm knocks into him, and if his eyes weren’t closed already he surely would’ve blacked out. It’s the first time he’s ever come inside somebody, and it feels fucking insane, his cock pulsing hard inside Felix as he spills into him. Felix is panting, grabbing weakly at Hyunjin’s hair, and Hyunjin can hardly push himself back up to kiss him again.
They stay like that for a minute, kissing lazily as their bodies relax, Hyunjin’s cock softening inside Felix. Felix pulls Hyunjin into him until he’s slumped against his chest, right into the come coating his body. “Fucking Christ, Felix,” Hyunjin mumbles against his lips, smiling when Felix giggles in response.
“Best roommate ever,” Felix responds.