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When Chan and Felix first got together officially, Chan was admittedly nervous about attending his newfound boyfriend's games. He didn't know much about the sport and hadn't had any interest in it prior to meeting Felix. After many long nights of rewatching games, standing over Felix's shoulder while he went over new strategies, and doing his own research—it was safe to say that Chan had learned;
Absolutely nothing.
Nada.
Well—nothing except for the fact that his long-haired boyfriend looks fucking incredible in his ridiculously bulky uniform. He's also gotten pretty good at cheering at the correct times, even though he has a couple of (rather embarrassing) slip-ups occasionally.
It's a miracle that Felix has never gotten even the slightest bit frustrated with Chan or his lack of knowledge about his sport, instead finding the older's vain attempts at understanding incredibly endearing. He greets him with a smile and a big, sweaty hug after every game, always happy to see his–
"–have fun with your personal puck bunny, 'Lixie!"
What?
Chan stops in his tracks, just feet from where Felix and a handful of his teammates are standing. By the looks of it, Jisung, Chan recognizes him from the occasional "team game nights" Felix hosts in their living room, is the one that made the comment.
Puck bunny? What the hell does that mean?
The blond furrows his eyebrows, racking his brain for any familiarity with the term as he continues to Felix. It's not long before the other notices him, having bid goodbye to Jisung with a clap to his back and a "fuck off, Han." through loud laughter. He greets Chan with a blinding smile that's impossible not to return; internal turmoil be damned.
"Channie Hyung!" He calls much louder than necessary, considering Chan is standing right in front of him.
"Lix!" Chan returns, easily falling into and wrapping his arms around the other. Felix smells of stale sweat and faint remnants of his cologne, a scent Chan has grown quite fond of during the seasons the freckled boy plays.
"How'd I look out there? Sexy, right?" Felix teases, earning an eye roll from the boy currently tucked into his chest.
"Very sexy, babe. Couldn't even focus on the game." Chan indulges, a joking lilt to his voice even though both know it's not far from the truth. Felix clenches his jaw at the statement, Jisung's joke from moments ago ringing in his head. Your personal puck bunny, he'd said. Logically, Felix knows that Chan doesn't just come to his games to ogle him, even if that may be a factor. He knows his boyfriend is constantly overflowing with love to give out, and coming to his games to support him even though he doesn't understand more than 'Puck In Goal = Score' is a way for him to express it.
It doesn't make the idea any less hot, though.
The lack of response from Felix makes Chan pull back from where he was previously tucked against him, tilting his head in a silent question. Felix shakes his head, dismissing it. Chan doesn't think much of it, opting for grabbing Felix's hand and exiting the dome.
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"Thank you, have a nice night!" Chan calls out to the delivery driver before closing the front door, hands full of takeout. He places them on the coffee table and reaches for the plates Felix had set out as he opens the containers.
Felix groans, unable to find something on Netflix interesting enough to play in the background while they eat. "Stupid streaming service and their lack of good shows. Why are we paying for this again?" He complains.
Chan giggles, "We're not, idiot. Hyunjin is." He hands Felix a now-loaded plate, and the athlete nearly moans aloud at its aroma. They sit with barely two inches of space between them on the couch as they eat their food, content with the silence. They finish their food quickly with little commentary in between and work together to clean up the mess.
Once finished, the two Aussies make their way back to the couch. Felix splays across it, head resting against an armrest and one leg on the sofa, the other hanging off the front. Chan easily falls on top of him, head tucked neatly under his boyfriend's chin. "God, I feel like I could fall asleep for an entire year," Felix grumbles, eyelids sliding shut as he absentmindedly plays with the other's hair.
"Let's do it." Chan mumbles, halfway asleep himself. A fond smile creeps onto Felix's face, and he honestly considers it before remembering Coach's request for all of them before the game.
"Because this is our first home game of the season, it'll be live-streamed on the school's official YouTube and uploaded shortly after. Whether we win or not, and especially if we don't, I expect all of you to rewatch the recording and make note of what you and another teammate could've done better. Failure to do so will result in all of you putting in extra work at practice Friday."
Fuck his life.
"Shit. Lemme up, Channie. I've got 'hockey homework' to do." Felix groans, voice rough. Chan answers with a matching groan, wrapping his arms around the other's shoulders and lifting his head to rest his chin on Felix's chest.
"Do we have to? 'M comfy. We c'n just do it in the morning." He inquires, sleepiness evident in his voice. Felix wants to coo at both the sight and the usage of "we." His Channie is truly too good for this world.
"You can go to sleep, baby. I'll come to bed in a bit; if I don't get it done now, you know better than anyone that I won't do it later." He pushes Chan's curly bangs out of his face as he talks, smiling down at the sleepy boy on his chest. A small pout forms on Chan's lips, and he sits up with an exaggerated noise of complaint, arms coming up above his head to stretch. The movement makes the hem of the hoodie he'd changed into previously rise, giving Felix a perfect side-view of his boy's defined stomach and waist.
Seriously, fuck hockey homework.
"Let's get started then, yeah?" Chan suggests with a yawn, already getting up and grabbing Felix's bag. 'Hockey homework' nearly always means there's a video for the players to study, so it's nothing new. He pulls Felix's laptop from the bag and returns to the couch. The freckled boy still hasn't moved from where he was lying, so Chan simply falls back on top of him, chest to back this time. He props the laptop up on his lap and moves his head to rest on Felix's shoulder so the athlete can see. Lix reaches around him to log in, going to YouTube and selecting the school's channel from his recent searches—courtesy of Coach constantly giving them video assignments.
They're barely 5 minutes into the video before Chan remembers Jisung's comment.
"Lix?" he asks quietly to not startle the other.
"What's wrong, love?" Chan has to try his hardest not to outwardly swoon at Felix's heavy accent on top of the pet name.
"Nothing's wrong — just... wondering. Uh, earlier, Jisung said something to you? About a 'puck bunny'? And I know, well, I'm assuming he was talking about me. I just wanted to know what it means or if it's, like, bad?" Chan explains nervously. He can feel Felix tense up momentarily underneath him, and a feeling of dread rises in him suddenly. If it was something bad, why did Felix laugh along with Jisung?
What the fuck.
Felix's eyes widen at Chan's question, having no idea that the older had heard Jisung's comment. How is he supposed to explain to his kind-hearted, wonderful, absolute angel of a boyfriend that his teammate had practically called him a dumb whore without breaking his heart?
"Oh, I didn't know you heard that. It's like — um, how do I say this without making Ji sound like an asshole?" Felix chuckles awkwardly, pausing the still-playing video. Chan moves the laptop off his chest and to the coffee table almost immediately, twisting around until he and Felix are once again chest to chest.
"So it is something bad? Does Jisung not like me? I thought we–" Felix cuts him off before he can overthink further.
"No, Channie, Nothing like that! Jisung adores you, hyung. It's just that 'puck bunny' isn't typically used very, uh, positively. But 'Sung wasn't saying it to be mean; it was lighthearted. If it wasn't, I would've punched him square in the face in front of everybody, love. Believe me." He assures him, a hand coming up to once again push the bangs out of Chan's pretty face.
"Oh... good. So what's it mean?"
Felix wishes he could go back in time and stop Jisung from opening his big, dumb mouth.
"It's like... A puck bunny is a girl—or anyone, really, it's just more typically used in regard to women because men are cun–that's beside the point." Chan chuckles at Felix losing his train of thought, giving him a small encouraging smile to continue. "A puck bunny is just a person who goes to games, hockey specifically, to.. stare? They don't actually know much or care about the sport itself, just getting taken home by a player after the game. 'Sung wasn't trying to demean you or anything, though, I swear. It was just a j–" Felix is cut off by Chan this time.
"That... sounds a bit like me, actually. I mean, I care about the sport too, but that's just because you love it. And both of us know I'm not even close to getting a Ph.D. in hockey or anything. You also happen to look really good in your uniform." Chan giggles, another one of those vague pouts on his lips as he thinks about how the term applies to him.
Felix is getting hard almost immediately.
Gods, there's something wrong with him.
"No, don't — don't call yourself that. You're not a puck bunny, hyung; you're my boyfriend." He denies, despite the heat forming in his gut and blood rushing to his dick at Chan referring to himself as the title.
"But you laughed when Jisungie said it?" Chan questions.
"I laughed 'cause I was… flustered. Not because I agree." Felix responds, ears reddening at the admission. Chan looks more confused now.
"Why would you–" Chan pauses, having shifted in his spot, and Felix knows he's done for. "Lix? Are… are you hard right now?"
Felix can feel his face get even hotter than it was before.
"Yeah, I – fuck, I'm sorry, hyung. I know it's weird; just ignore it." He tries, but Chan doesn't. Instead, he sits up in Felix's lap with his legs folded on either side of the other's hips and straddles him. Felix has to bite his tongue to hold back a moan at the pressure on his now more-than-half-hard dick.
"Not weird, just… new. Can you explain? What part did you like, Lix?" Felix's hands instinctively come to rest on the blond boy's hips as he tries to think of a way to respond without sounding like a psychopath.
"I don't know either – I never thought about it until today. I think I – God, I'm gonna sound like a dickhead, hyung. Can we just not talk about this?" Felix tries, shame and guilt boiling in his stomach uncomfortably. Chan 'tsk's, grinding down onto the younger's lap. Felix can't hold back his groan this time, hands tightening on Chan's hips and drawing a small, startled gasp from the other as well.
"No, Felix. I want you to tell me. Is it the bunny thing? Is that it? You—you want me to be your 'personal puck bunny' like Jisungie said?" He presses, and Felix knows he has no choice but to answer this time.
"Fuck – Christ, fine, hyung. Yeah, I liked it. I like it. I like the idea of you being pretty 'n stupid, getting all dolled up so you can come to my games just for the slightest chance of coming home with me. 'S that what you wanted to hear, huh? Are you happy now?" He finishes, saying more than he probably needed to – but he can't find it in himself to care. His dick is rock hard at this point, the feeling of Chan's plush ass right on top of it but not moving driving him a little insane. When Chan doesn't respond fast enough, he gets nervous that he might've gone too far and weirded him out, so he backtracks.
"Shit, sorry, hyung. I know you're not any of those things, and it's probably disgust–" A whine startles him and cuts his apology short. He looks back up at Chan, having looked away in embarrassment, and nearly busts in his stupid shorts.
Chan is blushing, a beautiful rosy pink sitting high on his cheeks, and his eyebrows are furrowed into a small arch. When he speaks, his voice is quiet–shy, even.
"Lix, I think — I think I like it too." He says, and Felix swears he almost dies on the spot. How did he get so lucky?
However, Felix doesn't let any of his internal combustion show on the outside. He drags his hands from where they previously rested on Chan's hips up under his hoodie to his naked waist and back down again, teasing, "Yeah, baby? You wanna be my dumb bunny?" Chan nods enthusiastically, and Felix grins, happy to have regained control over the situation. "But you're not much of a bunny, are you, angel? What is it that your friends call you… a wolf? How about that instead, hm? Are you my dumb puppy, Channie?" Felix coos, basking in how Chan's eyelids flutter at his words. The boy in his lap whines again, grinding down onto Felix's erection eagerly.
"Uh huh, I am, Lix, please," Chan whines. Felix allows him to continue the rocking of his hips for a few moments before he grips Chan's hips tightly and pulls him down onto his cock, the thin materials of their shorts allowing for him to practically slot himself in between the older's cheeks. He thinks he can feel something else too, but he's too distracted to worry about that right now. Chan gasps, a faint "Oh!" falling from his lips.
"'Please' what, puppy? If you want something, you've gotta ask for it. You're the one that initiated this, after all. Coming to my game dressed like a slut, hanging off of me in front of everybody after it was over. You were practically begging for it then; what's stopping you now?" Felix drawls, tilting his head back and cocking an eyebrow. He already knew Chan had a thing for being degraded, but they'd never really experimented with insulting his intelligence. The 'roleplaying' is relatively new too, and even though it's not full-fledged, he makes a mental note not to push too far yet. It seems to be going well so far, his words coaxing a moan from the boy on his lap.
"Didn't! I wasn't — wasn't begging, Lix. Swear. Just missed you s'much, wanted to come and see you. Wanted you to—hnnn—wanted you to take me home." Felix bounces him on his lap halfway through his tangent, a cocky smile on his face as he watches his boyfriend get increasingly desperate. Ever since he and Chan discovered that the other enjoys slipping into a more… submissive role during sex, it's been remarkably easy for him to get there.
"Do you seriously think I care what your intentions were, baby? You embarrassed me, you know that? Had to act like I didn't hear the dumb whore in the stands yelling my name like it was the only thing he knew." Felix scoffs, watching as Chan's eyes grow shiny with unshed tears. The combination of degrading and pet names has always been known to make him weak.
"'M sorry, Lixie. Didn't mean t'embarrass you," he insists, "Please touch me, please; Puppy'll be good, swear," Chan pleads, grabbing hold of one of Felix's wrists and dragging his hand to rest on his erection. Felix lets him, another pang of arousal shooting through him at the look the newfound pressure puts on Chan's face. He grinds his palm against the blond's cock, and the reaction is instantaneous. Chan lurches forward, barely catching himself with his free hand against the armrest behind Felix's head.
"Ah! Lixie — feels good, need more, please–" He can hardly finish his sentence as Felix continues to grind his palm roughly against him.
"So needy, baby. What is it now, huh? First, you wanted me to take you home; then you wanted me to touch you; now what? Y'gonna say you want me to fuck you?" Felix asks, purposely making the last bit sound outlandish to further humiliate his boy. The younger grins as he feels the boy's cock twitch under his palm.
"Yesss, yes, please, Lixie, 'm sorry for being needy, jus' need you!" Chan cries, the first tears of many slipping down his cheeks. Felix can't help the involuntary twitch of his hips against Chan's ass at the display. His big, strong hyung being reduced to a teary-eyed mess makes for such a lewd sight.
"Don't be sorry, puppy. It's not your fault you're so useless. Baby boy can't help it. He just needs his Lixie to take care of him all the time, isn't that right?" Felix coos, moving his hand from where it rested on Chan's erection to cup his angel's face. Chan nods, his cheeks wet and tinted pink.
"Jus' need Lixie. 'M Lixie's duh—dumb puppy."
Felix groans at the statement, finally sitting up in his spot. A panicked expression flashes briefly across Chan's face, but Felix shushes him before he can even open his mouth. He maneuvers Chan—with little struggle, god bless hockey workouts—until he's in a similar position Felix was in before and slips his thin shorts off. Chan's face gets redder as it's revealed he went commando, and the younger can't hold back the groan he lets out at the sight. Chan's cock stands hard and proud, the tip red and steadily leaking.
"You're so wet, pup; look at you. Do you want Lixie to help you cum?" Felix asks, already knowing what his perfect boy's answer would be.
"Not yet; wanna cum with — with Lixie inside, please?" Chan requests shyly, and Felix can't help but lean in for a kiss. Chan is too cute like this, all vulnerable and needy and trusting. It fills Felix with so much pride and adoration he thinks he could burst with it. They kiss for a long while, alternating between slow, passionate, and desperate kisses. Eventually, Felix can no longer ignore his hard-on as it begins bordering on painful. He pulls back, a thick string of spit connecting their bottom lips. Chan moans softly at the sight, sticking his tongue out and breaking it.
Felix grips Chan's hips once more and uses them as leverage to pull him closer, parting the other's legs with no resistance. "Slut," he scoffs. Chan can't deny it. The younger reaches between two cushions, pulling out a nearly empty bottle of lube. They're degenerates; what can he say? Right as he's about to begin coating his fingers, a hand reaches out and stops him. He looks up at Chan questioningly.
"Wait, I," Chan sits up on his elbows, and Felix takes the hint to scoot back to give him room. Chan turns around, knees propped up underneath him as he folds his arms under his chin and rests them on the armrest. Felix's breath hitches, the sight leaving him reeling. There's a glass plug nestled right between Chan's fat cheeks, slightly glistening with what Felix assumes is the remnants of lube.
"Fuck," he curses, setting the lube to the side and reaching out to part Chan's ass. He recognizes the plug as one that came with a set he'd previously gotten Chan for his birthday. It's only about 3 inches long and barely two at its widest part, with a pretty blue tint. "You had this in all day, puppy?" Felix finally manages to ask, throat dry. Chan shuffles on his knees to get comfortable, swaying his ass in the process. Felix pops him on his right cheek just hard enough for it to sting, unable to stop himself.
"Agn — No, put it — put it in just before your game; hoped I'd get lucky," he answers breathily.
Holy shit.
Logically, Felix knows there's no way Chan had the time to do that. His last class of the day ended barely 10 minutes before Felix's game began, and he was somehow there even before the team came out to do their warmups. He remembers the bright smile on Chan's face when he spotted him in the bleachers and grins faintly at the memory. Chan had likely put it in after they got home and disappeared into their respective rooms to change before ordering food.
So, Chan must be dedicated to this whole Puck Bunny skit they've got going on.
"Slutty boy," Felix drawls. "What would you have done if I hadn't picked you, huh? What if there was another pretty bunny out there that caught my eye?" He pulls at the base of the glass plug until Chan's hole is stretched around the widest part just to let go and watch the pretty pucker suck it back in hungrily. Chan makes a noise—a mixture of a whimper and a growl—at both the action and words.
"No. You're mine." He spits, likely intended to sound threatening, but the breathlessness in his voice just makes him sound too cute not to coo at. Felix chuckles and finally shifts closer, rising on one knee — his other leg still stretched out off the side of the couch — and pulling Chan's hips back until they're flush together. Chan keens at the contact, arching his back deeper and pressing against Felix's still-clothed cock. "Off, please, Lixie," he pleads.
"'Yours', am I?" Felix absentmindedly comments as he undresses. Chan answers with a grunt, head turned to look over his shoulder at the other. "D'you want to keep your hoodie on, baby?" he questions.
"Yeah — ‘m okay though, just — like how it makes me feel," Chan responds shyly. It's not uncommon for Chan to forego taking off whatever top he's wearing during sex, still not completely free of past insecurities. However, he's never said anything like that before.
Felix finally slides the plug entirely from Chan's hole, groaning at the lewd pop and the way his hole clenches and unclenches around nothing. "How's it make you feel, puppy?" It takes Chan a moment to respond, trying to get used to the sudden empty feeling.
"Small," he finally breathes, "makes me feel small. Like — like you c'n do whatever you want t'me." Chan's eyes are so wide and shiny and trusting it makes Felix fall in love all over again. He coats his fingers in lube as he tries to ignore the way his heart squeezes — not the time for lovey-dovey stuff, Felix.
Sliding his ring finger in to the hilt, he replies, "I can, though, can't I? If I'm yours, that makes you mine, baby. My puck puppy, remember?" Chan lets out a high-pitched whine and clenches around Felix's finger. "All mine to use whenever I want, like a lil' toy."
"Hngg, Lixie's toy, Lixie's puppy," he buries his face into his folded arms and whines, muffled, "In me, Lixie! Need it s'bad!" The harsh panting coming from the boy in front of him lets Felix know that he's getting worked up again, and he decides to cease his teasing for a little while, slipping another two fingers in alongside the single digit. Chan gasps at the intrusion—not out of pain but in shock—and shoves himself backward to take more of their length in. Felix's fingers aren't very long, but they are thick, and the stretch makes Chan shiver.
"Good boy, almost ready, baby. Fuck," Felix grits out, fisting his hard cock in his other hand. It's twitching with every touch and a steady stream of precum leaks from the tip. He collects some of it on his fingers, hissing at the touch, and uses it along with the lube to slicken himself up. Chan whimpers when he feels the fingers slip out of his hole, leaving him empty once more. He's just about to voice his complaints when he feels Felix's wet length slot between his cheeks.
Felix begins fucking his cock back and forth through his crack, the head catching on Chan's hole every so often. The length of him is hard and hot against Chan, driving the blond boy insane with need and frustration. He's so fucking hard it hurts, and he wants Felix's cock in him now, but he's being mean.
He voices his frustration, whining out, "Mean! Lixie's mean! Want it in me, now!" and gets increasingly frustrated when Felix doesn't do more than snort in response, continuing the maddening grinding. Chan's been so good; he even got himself ready earlier so Felix wouldn't have to waste time prepping him incase something like this happened, and now he's being denied the one thing he wants most.
It doesn't take long for the waterworks to start, feelings of frustration and pure want overwhelming him.
"Puh-please, Lixie, been so good, why? Channie's good, good puppy, please!" he sobs out. Finally, finally, Felix takes mercy on him. The younger boy grips his cock in one hand, the other coming to smooth along the exposed skin of Chan's sides.
"All you had to say was please, slut." Felix says snarkily as he guides his cock into the waiting hole. He immediately shoves himself to the hilt, a punishment (is it really, though?) for Chan's previous brattiness. They moan in unison, the blond's thighs beginning to quiver at the feeling of being stuffed full of his boyfriend's thick length.
Felix is just about to begin thrusting when Chan whimpers out a soft, "Wait!".
"You — shit — you okay, baby?" Felix grunts out, the feeling of Chan's hot, silky walls wrapped around his cock leaving him lightheaded.
Chan nods in confirmation, "'M good, Lixie, just — wanna see you, please?" he requests shyly. Felix's heart squeezes in his chest for the nth time. He makes a faint noise in response and helps Chan turn around without dislodging himself from the boy's hole. When they're both comfortably situated, Felix finally begins thrusting, pulling out just about halfway before shoving himself back in.
The sight of Chan splayed out so prettily underneath him with his pink cheeks, oversized hoodie riding up to expose his hard-earned abs, and lethal waist has Felix downright reeling. He can't help but quicken his thrusts, lewd shlick, shlick sounds coming from the movement.
"Oh! Ahgn, Lixie, deep — s'deep 'n big oh my–" the angel beneath him cries, eyelids fluttering as his eyes roll back the slightest bit. His hands are curled on his stomach into—Fuckin’ hell; he's so cute—what faintly resembles paws. Felix grunts, leaning over him and positioning his hand on the armrest to support himself as he thrusts deeper.
"Yeah, pup? Y'like when Lixie fucks you nice 'n—shit—hard like this?" Felix grits out through clenched teeth.
Chan gurgles and whines, "Love it, love it s'much, love bein' Lixie's toy—hnnngg!" his lower body spasms a bit as Felix's cock rubs against his prostate just right, a sharp pang of pleasure shooting throughout his whole body. Felix curses at how Chan clenches around him, eyes rolling back at the constriction.
"You're such a mess, Channie, Jesus. I wish you could see yourself right now. Maybe — maybe I should take a video, hm? Send it to the boys, show 'em how good my pretty lil' puck puppy takes cock," he pauses, seeing the far-away look on Chan's face. Poor thing. He wraps the hand he's not using to support himself around the boy's cock, stroking it to bring the elder back to reality for a bit. It works, although Chan nearly passes out from trying not to cum. "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying, Hyung? Or have I already fucked you stupid?" Felix spits the honorific out mockingly.
It takes Chan nearly a full minute to reply because Felix won't stop fucking into him, but by the time he thinks he's ready to respond, he can't even remember what Felix had asked, a stupid "huh?" leaving his spit-slick lips.
The response, if you could even call it that, makes Felix cackle, and Chan smiles dopily, elated that he could make his handsome boyfriend happy. The smile is wiped off his face, however, when Felix reaches forward and grabs his jaw in a bruising grip.
"I know I've been calling you stupid this whole time, but this is just embarrassing, hyung." he sneers, using his grip to shake Chan's head side to side in an attempt to knock some sense back into his pretty boy's brain.
"'M s'ry," is the only response he gets. Felix sighs, opting to just repeat himself. His grip on Chan's jaw loosens, and he brings his hand down to flick the tip of the blond boy's leaking dick. The sudden pain makes Chan let out a pitiful squeak.
"Whatever, whore. I asked you if I should take a video of you 'n send it to the boys. You want me to show you off, don't you? You must, considering the way you hang off of me like a cheap slut all the damn time."
The way Chan's walls tighten at the suggestion of being recorded and shown off has Felix's brain blanking for a moment. Definitely gonna have to talk about that later, he thinks. When the elder opens his mouth to respond, he shoves his cock roughly against his prostate just to make it all the more difficult. Chan's eyes cross, mouth dropping open even wider, allowing drool to leak down his chin. He looks like a goddamn pornstar.
"Yeah, you like that idea, don't ya, baby?" Chan doesn't do more to answer than a gurgle. "Maybe I could give 'em the real thing instead of a video. How's that sound? Could bring you back into the locker rooms after a game, let Jisungie 'n all the other boys use your pretty holes. That's all stupid little puck puppies like you are good for, anyway." Felix knows he's being unfair, that there's no way Chan has even half the mind to respond at this point, but he can't help but tease him. The way his strong, normally well-asserted boyfriend writhes and arches underneath him at the lewd words while unable to voice his thoughts is so satisfying.
He continues fucking into his hyung roughly, wanton "ah, ah, ah"s falling from Chan's lips and punctuating every thrust.
Chan thinks he might die.
His brain feels void of everything but 'Felix Felix Lixie's so big oh my god Lixie's cock's fucking me so deep please pleaseplease need to cum puppy needs to cum' and it should be embarrassing that he's letting his dongsaeng fuck him brainless like this, but all Chan can find in himself to care about is cumming.
"Ugn—Lixie, need—ohmygodohmygodddd—need t'cum!" he sobs, trying to grab onto whatever part of Felix he can reach. He fails miserably, too weak to actually hold onto anything, and gives up immediately. It's too hard to think, let alone move, with Felix still thrusting roughly into his well-used hole.
"For Christ's sake, puppy, say please, will you?" Felix responds meanly, eyebrows furrowing in both false annoyance and pleasure. He's honestly barely holding it together himself, but he refuses to cum before Chan has had the chance to.
"Please! Pleaseplease, le'me cum, Lixie," Chan wails, fighting the temptation to just reach down and jerk himself to climax. He doesn't know if he'd even be able to; moving seems like something far away in capability at this point. Felix shushes him, reaching between their bodies and wrapping a hand around Chan's length. It's rock hard, and Damn—that has got to hurt. The tip is a deep red, bordering on purple, and the shaft is absolutely soaked where his puppy's tip has just been leaking constantly. Right at the base, there's a puddle of pre that has Felix salivating at the sight.
Chan makes a stupid, wet noise at the contact, his whole body tensing up and back arching as he cums; hard. It shoots up onto his hoodie and drenches Felix's fingers. Felix moans out a broken chant of "fuckfuckfuck" when Chan's walls constrict around his cock like a vise. Unable to hold it back any longer, he cums too, the pleasure and relief of finally letting go nearly blinding him as he fills Chan's insides with his load.
"Hnnnn, Luh — Lixie's insideeeee, th'nk y' s'much," Chan babbles dumbly, bringing his still balled-up hands to paw at his lower stomach–right where Felix is inside him–appreciatively. Felix, feeling a bit dumb himself, can barely open his mouth to question the boy's words.
"What—guh—what're you thanking me for, angel?" Felix pants out, reaching forward with his clean hand and brushing the sweat-matted bangs from Chan’s forehead.
Chan's eyelids are already closing when he responds,
”F'r takin' y’r puppy home."