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Felix knows what he needs to do:
Stop Chan from ever being with someone else. If he can do that, then Chan will stay with him and won’t leave. It’ll just be Chris and Felix, Channie and Lixie, like it is now and like it should always be, and Felix can be happy and content with the fact that Chan belongs to him and nobody else.
It all sounds simple enough but Felix is smart enough to know that it’s easier said than done.
He could just demand that Chan not date anyone, now or ever, but Felix is pretty sure he would just laugh that particular demand off as a childish whim.
No, getting what he wants this time is going to take more than just asking Chan for it. He’s going to have to think about this, plan it out, be smart about it.
Felix has been jerking off to thoughts of Chan since he was sixteen. Taking it a step further would be no skin off his back at all and if it meant Chan would be his, always and forever?
Felix is prepared to do whatever is necessary to make that happen.
The fact that he’ll probably enjoy what he’s gotta do is just icing on the cake.
His first starting point is holding Chan’s hand.
This he doesn’t ask for. He just waits until he and Chan are walking home from the studio one day and he grabs his left hand with his right, interlacing their fingers together, all without saying a word or acting like what he’s doing is anything out of the ordinary at all. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest hard enough that he can feel it in his throat but he makes an effort to appear totally calm on the outside and he’s positive it works.
Chan falters in his stride and looks at Felix from the side with a confused little smile on his face but he doesn’t say anything when it becomes clear Felix isn’t going to voice why he just interlocked their hands together like he hadn’t done since he first got to South Korea.
Chan just squeezes Felix’s hand once and lets their joined hands swing between them as they walk all the way back to the dorm and Felix only lets go of the older’s hand when they have to detach in order to take off their jackets.
Felix keeps his smirk to himself and silently counts this as his first win.
The thing is, this plan of Felix’s? I t’s not even hard to get Chan to unknowingly go along with it .
Felix had never really noticed before how tactile Chan is or how much physical affection was already present in their relationship until he purposefully decided to be affectionate and noticed there really wasn’t as much work cut out for him as he thought there’d be.
It’s easy to get Chan to run his hands through Felix's hair when they’re sitting next to each other when Chan is already used to ruffling it at will .
It’s easy to crawl into Chan's lap while they watch tv when Chan is already used to having Felix pressed up against his side.
It’s easy to curl up right on top of Chan's chest on the nights he stays over when Chan is already used to having Felix push his way into his bed to sleep for the night .
It’s so easy to take the affections Chan already gives to Felix and take them just a little bit further , make them just a little more intimate.
Chan always responds the same way – bewildered and yet seemingly pleased , happy to allow Felix these new little acts of closeness, and once the initial confusion is gone, the acts don’t seem new anymore. They fold easily into Chan's and Felix' regular routine until it’s like they were always there to begin with.
It makes Felix confident that ultimately he’ll get what he wants.
It makes him bold enough to take his plan to the next level sooner than expected.
Chan has always been a heavy sleeper but he also always wakes up at the same time every morning like clockwork, so routine you could set an alarm by him, and this is knowledge Felix fully plans to use to his advantage.
He grabs phone before he’s off to sleep for the night and sets the alarm on vibrate for half an hour before the time Chan always gets up, keeping the phone hidden away in the waistband of his sleep pants.
He and Chan crawl into bed together that night, Felix curling up right against Chan's chest and the younger's' arm coming to wrap around him as their routine goes now, and Chan murmuring a low g’night Lixie in Felix's ear, before they’re both drifting off to sleep.
The next thing Felix knows he’s startling awake from the phone vibrating at his lower back, causing him to flinch back away from where Chan is pressed warm and flush against him and scramble to pull the phone out of his pants and turn the alarm off. He does so and then cautiously reaches over to the lamp on Chan's bedside table and turns it on to the lowest setting.
In the dim light, Chan lays curled on his side, his body facing towards Felix, his mouth half open and a little bit of drool pooling out onto his pillow, one arm resting between the pillow and the mattress and the other on the bed in the space between Felix' body and his.
He looks completely, peacefully asleep and darting a look at the time on the phone Felix figures he’ll stay that way for another twenty minutes if he stays true to how he’s always been.
He lets out a shaky, excited breath and sits the phone carefully down on the bed, and with tentative hands, reaches out to touch the waistband of Chan's sweats. His fingers dance along the top of them for a few seconds before he tells himself to stop being a wuss and, without further ado, lowers his hand into his pants to grasp his cock and pull it out, totally visible to Felix' eyes .
It’s big, is the first thing that he thinks.
Not as big as some of the cocks he has seen in porn but definitely way bigger than his own, the size looking especially exaggerated considering Felix's small, still child-like hands. He rubs one of those hands up and down the shaft of it, liking how smooth and velvety the skin feels, trying to mimic the motion that he knows he likes to feel on his own cock, and with the other hand he reaches further down to cup at Chan's balls, also bigger than his own, and rubs gently at them, too.
He watches with hawk-like eyes as Chan's cock fills out and hardens in response to his touches, as his hips start making little thrusting motions, actually fucking into the younger's grip, pre-cum now dripping steadily from the head. When Chan lets out an audible moan, Felix startles and tears his eyes away from the cock to dart up to his face but breathes out a sigh of relief at seeing Chan's eyes still shut, still sleeping albeit with his brows drawn down and face scrunched up in...pleasure.
Pleasure that he is giving him.
Felix keeps his eyes glued to the older's face as he keeps jerking off his cock and watches, enraptured, the way Chan bites at his pillow, the way the hand resting under his head fists at the sheets, the way Chan's whole face quivers and contorts almost like he’s in pain .
But what Felix likes most isn’t even what Chan looks like but how he sounds – he moans all loud and drawn out, he whimpers like a needy dog, and when Felix squeezes a little harder right at the head of his cock, Chan actually makes a sound like a cry and thrusts his cock harder into the motion as more precum leaks like he wants more of it, like he likes it when it hurts.
Felix wonders if his eyes were open whether they’d be glazed with tears. His own cock throbs painfully in his pants just thinking about it.
He is only reminded that he has a time to stick to when Chan's eyelids start fluttering and his moans start sounding a little more wakeful than they should and so, with quick and careful motions, Felix puts the older's wet, veiny, throbbing cock back in his pants. He turns the bedside lamp off and starts his final setup.
Just as he planned, he curls himself up nice and tight right up against Chan. Felix takes Chan's arm and drapes it over his own body, making sure his hand rests firmly on his own ass, and he throws his own leg over Chan, squirming around until they’re positioned perfectly for Chan's now pants covered cock to be pressed right against Felix’s own.
With a smirk, he closes his eyes and begins to slowly rut his cock right against Chan, biting back a moan of his own at how good the motion feels, how much he likes the feeling of Chan thrusting against his own.
It isn’t long before Chan's unconscious body, already worked up from Felix’s earlier treatment, is rutting back against him, Chan's arm tightening around his waist and his hand squeezing lightly at his ass just like Felix hoped it would.
Felix keeps his leg tightly wrapped around Chan's hip and his arm thrown around his torso in something like a hug, his eyes clenched shut tightly as he and Chan fuck against each other, little punched out breaths escaping Felix’s mouth as Chan whimpers right into his ear, his thrusts getting harder, rougher, more and more erratic , his grip on Felix tightening so much he thinks it might bruise , and the thought of that , of having Chan's marks on him, is what finally makes Felix let out a choked out cry, his hips stuttering and limbs spasming where they’re wrapped around the older, as he comes right in his pants.
Chan keeps thrusting against Felix right through it for long moments after , his still hard and desperate cock pounding against the younger's oversensitive spent one, making him mewl pathetically at the overstimulation into Chan's chest as he just holds on to him and rides it out, letting Chan's sleeping body continue to use him like a fuckdoll until he comes.
Felix knows the moment Chan wakes up.
The older lets out a very loud, very vocal, very awake cry. His arm suddenly goes tense around Felix’s body, his hand grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing at the flesh for all its worth, as he gives a few more jerky thrusts against him and then finally comes , his hot breath panting out rapidly right against Felix’s skin, his hips stuttering until they finally stop their movement completely.
Felix just keeps his eyes closed, makes sure his breath is even, and plays possum for all he’s worth.
He doesn’t panic about Chan waking up.
Why would he?
This is exactly what he wanted to happen.
Chan just pants quietly into Felix’s ear for what feel like the longest few seconds of his life before his entire body goes completely tense, his breath hitching.
“Li—Lixie?” Chan whispers, the blatant shock in his voice as clear as day.
Felix doesn’t answer him, of course. He just continues to pretend like he’s sleeping.
Chan's hand releases its grip on his ass a second later like it burned him and he quickly, but gently , slides Felix’s leg off of his body and moves his sleeping form away from him, moving even faster after that, jumping off the bed while murmuring quietly to himself, “Oh god, oh god, whatdidido, fuck fuck fuck-”
Felix hears his feet almost running out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom, then the sound of the shower starting up a second later.
Felix lets himself open his eyes then and stretches his limbs out on the bed, almost shyly smiling happily when he feels the wet come all tacky and sticky at the front of his pants.
He thinks he’ll sleep in late this morning, he’s sure Chan will let him.
Besides, Felix thinks, he’s earned it.
When he does finally pull himself out of bed in the morning, he stumbles into the kitchen to find Chan already sitting at the counter with his head buried in his hands. He looks up when Felix's walks in, though, and he looks-
Wrecked.
There’s no other word for it.
Chan's eyes are red-rimmed like he’s been crying, his face paled and drawn, and he looks at Felix with a look of such pure shame in them with a good helping of concern.
Felix thinks he should probably feel guilty about what he did now, that this should be the moment he rethinks what he’s doing and understands that it’s wrong .
But he doesn’t feel guilty.
He just looks at Chan's red eyes, the lip he has caught between his teeth, and the hands he has clenched into fists on the table like they’d been clenched in the sheets and on Felix’s ass before and all he can think is, I did that.
I made him look like that.
It isn’t guilt that Felix feels about the thought, but pride .
He has to force himself to appear and sound nonchalant as he smiles at Chan, brushing by him and ignoring how his whole body flinches from the minute contact, on his way to the cereal. “Morning, Channie.”
Chan is silent for a long moment as Felix gets out a bowl and spoon. When he finally does respond, his voice is low and shaky. “G-Good morning, Lixie.”
Felix looks over to him at the tone and finds Chan looking right at him already, his gaze searching. “Are you like, sick or something? You’re acting weird.”
Chan just keeps staring at him.
Felix frowns and leaves his cereal on the counter, walking with purpose up to Chan until they’re nearly pressed flush along the front. He ignores how tense Chan's body gets on his approach like he doesn’t notice it and stands on his tippy toes to reach a hand up, sweeping back his hair to press the flat of his hand against his forehead.
Chan's body is so deathly still Felix would swear he wasn’t alive if he wasn’t close enough to hear his rapid breathing himself.
I’m doing that . Felix thinks again and he pushes down the urge to smirk and forces himself to just keep frowning in concern instead.
“It doesn’t feel like you’re running a fever but maybe you should get me to take out the real thermometer and check with that.”
Chan stays tense for another few seconds but then his body is relaxing, ever so slightly, and his lips are forming in a wobbly smile at Felix’s show of concern.
“I’m—I’m fine, Lix. I don’t think I’m sick, but thank you for caring.” He pauses and then with a voice filled with worry asks, “And...you, Felix? Are you feeling alright? You don’t feel...sick this morning?”
Felix holds his gaze for a minute and he can practically feel Chan's anxiety like it’s a living, breathing creature in the room with them.
I could crush him right now. He thinks. I could tell him I woke up to him fucking against me like I was a toy, I could tell him I hated it, I could tell him I’ll tell people, I could break him right now.
The power Felix holds over Chan in this moment is so heady, he can practically taste it.
And Felix likes it .
He likes it a lot .
But as good as having power over Chan feels, Felix doesn’t want him to be broken , he wants Chan to be his , and so he lets the moment break instead of his Channie.
He smiles, slow and easy, and watches the way Chan's eyes drop down to his lips to cat a log the expression. “I feel great .”
The older's eyes jump back up to his, confused. “You...you do?”
Felix shrugs and turns to go back to preparing his cereal. “Yep, I dunno what was different about last night but I feel more well rested than I have in like... ever .”
Chan looks at him with a lost expression in his eyes, but Felix can tell that there are also signs of relief there.
Relief that he hadn’t hurt Felix.
“Well, that’s...” Chan lets out a shaky, nearly hysterical laugh that cuts out almost as soon as it starts. He clears his throat nervously. “That’s good, Lix, I’m...I’m glad you’re feeling good.”
Felix pours his milk and looks at Chan as innocently as he can manage. “I always feel good when I’m in your bed, Channie.”
Chan barely manages to muffle the strangled noise he lets out.
Felix pretends not to hear it, it’s more fun that way. “Your sheets are way softer than mine, I don’t like sleeping without them.”
Chan looks at him in wide-eyed disbelief and Felix takes a bite of cereal and thinks, This is going to be a piece of cake.
Chan is, predictably, much less easygoing about letting Felix share his bed the next time he sleeps over.
He expected this. He prepared himself for all of Chan's arguments and has come up with a thousand and one ways to work around them.
That doesn’t change the fact that it’s still pretty damn annoying.
“Lixie, I just-” Chan lets out a frustrated sigh, standing by the bed while Felix lays down in it, covers already pulled over him, and refuses to leave. “I don’t know if it’s...okay for you to sleep here. With me.”
Felix squints up at him. “What are you talking about, Chan?”
Chan runs a hand roughly through his hair. “I mean, I don’t know if it’s...comfortable. For you.”
Felix lets out a frustrated sigh of his own that’s, surprisingly, not just put on as part of his act. “I already told you I feel more comfortable sleeping here.”
“Because of the sheets.” Chan says flatly.
Felix rolls his eyes and groans. “It’s not because of the sheets , Channie. I like sleeping with you .”
Chan looks...astounded at that. And somehow even more uncertain.
Felix gives a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s comfortable. I like how you hold me. You make me feel... safe .”
It’s a load of sappy nonsense that isn’t totally (or even any bit) untrue and it’s apparently the exact right thing to say because Felix can visibly see Chan breaking down at the words. He decides that if sappy is the angle he has to take for this plan to work, then he will be sappy with the best of them.
He holds out a hand towards Chan and then holds back a shiver when he hesitantly engulfs it with his bigger hand, the warmth of it seeping into Felix’s skin, and lets him pull Chan onto the bed.
Chan even more hesitant about letting Felix curl around him but after a few tense moments gives in and wraps his arms around the younger's smaller body to cuddle him close.
“See, Channie?” Felix says, nuzzling against his neck. “Isn’t this comfortable.”
“...Yes.” Chan breathes out. “Yeah, Lixie, it is..."
When Chan wakes up the next morning with his front pressed flush to Felix’s back, his arm wrapped around his chest, and his cock thrusting into the cleft of his clothed ass, he makes a low, almost mournful noise at what he catches his body doing.
But what he doesn’t do is stop
Chan keeps rutting against Felix even after he’s awake, even after he knows what he’s doing and who he’s doing it with, his hands twitching oddly around Felix like he wants to grip at him but doesn’t want to risk waking him up, his breath forcibly quietened with only little whimpers and a litany of “m'so sorry, sorry, m’sorry, Lix” coming out.
Felix has to work hard not to make his awareness known, has to bite down on his lip to hold back his own noises and has to keep his body still enough that he doesn’t thrust back into Chan's movements but not so still that Chan realizes he’s awake, has to ignore his own cock hard and pulsing between his legs and begging for attention.
He wants more than anything to turn around, to let Channie know he’s awake, to kiss his lips and take their clothes off so he can feel his cock against his own, skin to skin, so he can see Chan's eyes and see whether they’re glazed over with tears after all.
He wants it so bad .
But it’s too soon for that. Felix knows it’s too soon.
So he waits it out, waits for Chan to come with a low groan, waits for him to pull away from Felix and stumble off to the bathroom, and then as soon as Felix can hear the shower running, he shoves his hand down his pants and fists his cock until he comes.
It takes seconds .
When, instead of going to the kitchen or another room in the house, Chan comes back to bed and hesitantly wraps Felix up in his arms again, he counts this as another win.
Once the pattern is established it’s very easy to keep going, just like it was with holding Chan’s hand or sitting in his lap or sleeping curled up next to him.
Bit by bit, Chan gets more and more comfortable with waking up to find himself thrusting his cock against Felix’s seemingly sleeping body.
He stops tensing up upon waking.
He stops apologizing in Felix’s ear.
He stops getting up afterwards to go wash himself off.
Chan gets used to it and as it becomes just another part of their routine, his guilt and reluctance start to slide away with time.
Soon it gets to the point that Felix doesn’t even have to get Chan hard himself and he just automatically starts to rut up against him on his own at the same time every morning because his body has been trained into it like a well-oiled machine.
Soon Chan awakens and begins to gladly feel up Felix’s body as he moans, his hands running up his chest and down his hips, palming at the younger's small cock through his shorts as he thrusts his own cock against the curve of his ass, gasping out “ fuck , fuck, Lix” as he does.
Soon Chan could use Felix’s body and come from it and then stay wrapped around him afterwards, holding him, waking up with him with his come still inside in pants.
Soon Chan can smile at Felix in the morning and make him breakfast like nothing out of the ordinary has gone on.
When that happens, all Felix can think to himself is win win win .
And he’s really more than ready to collect his prize.
This time when Chan wakes and star ts to run his hands along Felix’s body, his cock as hard and eager as ever as it presses against his ass, Felix doesn’t bother trying to be quiet or still.
He lets out a very quiet and purposeful moan and ruts back against Chan, mewling further as much at the feeling of that hard cock against him as he does at the thought of getting so much more of it soon enough.
Chan freezes behind him immediately at his sounds and Felix almost wants to laugh when he imagines the surprise and horror that’s probably on his face right now.
But laughing would give the game away and Felix not about to do something stupid like that .
Not now and probably not ever.
The more Chan thinks all of this is all his doing the easier it will be for Felix to work him like putty in his hands.
For now, though, Felix has got a show to put on and he only hopes Chan buys it.
“Mmm.” He moans, wriggling his ass back against Chan's cock. “Channie?”
Chan's hands flex nervously against Felix’s body. “L-Lixie? You’re...awake?”
“Yeah.” Felix lets out breathily, the tone not entirely fake, hiding his smirk into the sheets. “Mmm, feels good, don’t stop.”
And Chan hesitates for such a long moment that Felix is worried he will stop, so he decides to take things a step further before Chan can make the decision to do so.
He turns his body around until his chest is pressed flush up to Chan's and his limbs are wrapped around him like a limpet, taking the initiative to keep thrusting his own cock into Chan's, showing his Channie how hard he is, how hard he has made him.
“Please, Channie.” Felix mewls it right into the older's ear and he can feel Chan's entire body shudder at it. “Please, please, I need it.”
“Lix-” Chan starts but his voice cuts off into a squeak when Felix pushes a hand down between their bodies, down under the waistband of Chan's pants and pulls his cock out like he has a dozen times before, wrapping his small hand around it and holding it close to his own still covered cock so he feel it through the fabric as he ruts against it, moaning as Chan's pre-cum smears across his fingers.
“Channie, please...” Felix whines, squeezing at the head of Chan's cock the way he knows he likes when he’s asleep, and that’s all it takes for Chan to break.
He lets out a choked out moan and starts to harshly fuck into Felix’s fist, worming a hand down into the younger's pants to grip his smaller cock and bring it out, bringing his cock to thrust against his own, the heads of them rubbing together, mixing their precum, and sending little shocks of pleasure up Felix’s spine.
“Ugh, Lixie.” Chan groans, pressing his lips to Felix’s forehead over and over again, down his nose and finally to his lips where he licks at Felix’s mouth and he obediently opens up for him, letting Chan's tongue slip in and move against his tongue the same way his cock moves against the younger's cock.
Chan kisses him until Felix literally can’t breathe and has to pull away to gasp for air but he’s only gone for a second before Chan dives back in and kisses him some more , still fisting both of their cocks together, thrusts getting faster and wetter, Chan's grip getting tighter until finally Felix can’t take anymore and spills himself all over Chan's hand and clothes.
Chan lets go of Felix’s cock then and moves his hand to grip at the younger's thigh, pulling it closer to his own body as Chan fucks against his skin, the head of his cock ramming at Felix’s softened dick so hard that he's is whimpering from it and can feel himself hardening again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Chan pants and bites the younger's neck hard as his hips start stuttering, his short nails digging into Felix’s skin as he holds the younger's body tight and still against him, thrusting once, twice, three times more before his come is spilling all over Felix, painting him with thick white ropes all over his mostly clothed body.
Then it’s over.
They both lay still, wrapped around each other, coated in come and sweat and gasping in the air between them.
Felix breaks the silence before Chan can tense up and freak out by leaning his head up and catching Chan's lips in another kiss – just an easy, soft press of lips against lips before Felix is pulling away with a small little lick at Chan's mouth.
Chan stares at him, astonished and a little awed.
Felix meets his eyes and smiles a very deliberately soft smile. “Thanks for taking care of me, hyung.”
It’s more effective than an “I love you” would have been and as Chan leans forward to give Felix a deeper kiss of his own, Felix knows one thing with certainty.
There’s literally nothing in the world he can’t get if he wants it hard enough.
Nothing.