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Lee Felix was only twenty one but he was pretty convicted of what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted. That was an undeniable truth, one that everyone was aware of, especially his best friend Jisung. The problem was... He fell not only for a guy who's twenty three years older than him, no. But said guy is also Jisung's dad. Jisung, who’s his best friend. Jisung's very hot, tattooed, buff dad. Who also happens to be a rockstar. So it's easy to imagine the struggle whenever he is around...The worst part? There is tension. He can tell. He might be young, yes, but he knows when someone wants him and with Christopher is not different. It's on the little things; a gaze that lasts longer than it should on his body, fingers brushing when it was not needed, a jaw clenching whenever they are alone in the same room. Yet, Christopher would never make a move. Worse, he also stopped every attempt of Felix's.
He still remembered his last attempt. It had been a week ago during one of his and Jisung's pool weekends. His sunglasses were pretty useful, neither Jisung or Christopher would be able to tell he was basically ogling the older man. His big, tattooed biceps, the broad back, the dark curls that made his fingers itch to touch and tug, that rear that was almost begging for his attention... That man looked like Asmodeus had decided to have a son.
Jisung had just left to get them more drinks, margaritas and of course he took the opportunity to approach Christopher.
"Chan!" The smile on the blonde's voice could only mean a headache was coming towards Christopher's way. A pretty, sinful one nonetheless. If one looked closely, they could even see his left eye twitching as he sipped on his beer. And Felix loved knowing that.
"Yes, Felix? Shouldn't you be helping Jisung with the margaritas?" Christopher asked while still looking at his phone screen as if whatever he was looking at was more interesting than Felix in a small bikini that made his pert ass look tempting. "Maybe he needs some help. With snacks and all."
"I could be the snack instead." The thought crossed his mind and eyes were rolled internally, but he cleared his throat as he sat down next to him, a sweet, innocent smile adorning those plump lips. "He's doing fine! Besides, I haven't been able to congratulate you on the new album. It's insanely good, really!" Well, he was not lying. His new metal album was really good. But that was not at all the reason why he was there.
"Are you going to get a new tattoo for it? Like the one you did for the Chokehold album?" Words followed by a manicured nail pointing at the tattoo on his bicep, fingertip brushing slightly over the warm, tattooed skin. "Your tattoos are so beautiful... They suit you so well, Chan. Some of those sure have a meaning right?" And as short fingers dared to wrap around his bicep and squeeze lightly, an innocent giggle matched his actions, looking up from them to his handsome face.
"No, I don't plan to, no." And after a moment of silence and a faint twitch of corners of his lips, "Some of those tattoos are older than you, Lixie... I know what you're trying to do. It won't work. You know that right?" And his tone was firm enough for anyone to believe it; but the eyes, they don't lie.
Every day it was harder for the rockstar to be around the younger man without being flooded with the most sinful thoughts. And not only that... What scared him the most were the ones where he imagined Felix and him in a loving, tender relationship. Because he'll be damned if he says he did not love that little menace. He does. But how could he allow those feelings when their age was so different? When he was his son's best friend? When he saw that angelic man growing up, running around their mansion? It was so wrong. During many years Felix was like a son to him, almost like Jisung’s brother. So he did what he was supposed to — ignored, pushed Felix away and locked those feelings.
And all of that, all those attempts led to that night.
They were having dinner together. Jisung had brought his boyfriend over and of course he demanded his best friend to be there too. Sometimes, it felt like his best friend was making fun of him for being single since he always demanded Felix to be around — or maybe he just had a really strong exhibitionism kink. It was hard to tell. The dinner had been really nice, and they were having a fun conversation until Minho - Jisung’s boyfriend - mentioned the guy Felix was seeing, Changbin. How Felix was all over those massive muscles all the time and how the guy – older than him – loved to call him sweetheart. And maybe Jisung and his boyfriend had not noticed, but Felix did. The way the chill, fun vibes soured and Christopher clenched his jaw instantly. How his eyes darkened with something he could not pinpoint exactly, but that filled him with silent satisfaction. It was something that made the butterflies in his stomach come alive.
A moment later the couple excused themselves, leaving only Christopher and Felix alone with each other. Tension dripped from each gesture, look, and breath of the pair. He could see how Christopher was still bothered by what he heard.
"You are angry." Felix said with a grin on his lips, taking the glass of wine to lips while eyeing Christopher. He knew that look in his eyes. The way his jaw clenched harder. "You are angry because you want me. You want me and you are lying to yourself with the excuse you are protecting me, but you are protecting yourself." The only noise was the soft sound of the glass clicking against the table as he set it down before standing up. "You say I am twisted for wanting you — but what does wanting me, makes of you, then? You are just as twisted, Chan. You act like this, but your brain wants to bend me over this table... Keep playing your game; I will play mine. And we both know who's gonna win." Shoulders brushing and a glance followed as he walked past Christopher, eyes locking for no more than a brief second and yet he knew; that man would be his in no time.
The faint sound of steps in the corridor was the only indicative that someone was awake in the mansion. The clock showed 1:20 AM. Felix just needed a glass of water and then he would return to the room he always stayed when he would sleep at the Bang’s and rest his very much tired body. Contrary to popular opinion, being a pretty boy could be extra tiring. But, it seemed like the universe had other plans for him because as he just walked past Christopher's room the door was suddenly open and he felt two warm big hands grabbing his waist and pulling him inside. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" The hissing was more out of surprise, if he was honest. Or maybe he was just so needy for that man that now his brain had finally lost it and was making up scenarios. A dream inside a dream maybe? Except those hands felt way too real and too warm on his waist for it to be a dream. The extra dim lights barely allowed him to look at his face. "I am tired, so if you are going to give me another talk about how I should stop whatever I am doing, I am not interested."
"Be quiet for a second, will you? Jesus, you never stop talking." The huskiness in the older's voice really caught him off guard, mouth open in surprise. Yet this time, he did obey him. "Who is Changbin? How old is he? What does he do?" And Felix found it was a bit hard to think about the question – and the answers – when Christopher's hands were squeezing his small waist and caressing his sides. Almost as if he knew the effect it would have on the blonde. (And maybe he did.)
"No one special... It's just a guy I've been seeing. He is thirty one. He is a doctor. Why? Why the sudden interest? It's not like you are my... Anything." The brattiness was hard to control sometimes, but this time it was deserved. The man always pushed him away and stopped all his flirting attempts, so what right Christopher had to question him?
And while he felt Christopher pushing him, forcing him to move, their eyes also locked the moment his back hit the wall. The tension was almost palpable; no sound but their breaths mingling for a moment with how close their bodies were. Dark hues seemed to be even darker under the dim lights. And somehow that only worked to make the musician even more beautiful. Alluring.
"You know. I will admit. I want you. I'm tired of pretending." That was not what he had expected to hear, adding to his surprise, but there was something so vulnerable in his tone, in the way his hands stilled on his waist as if he was somehow scared Felix would just... Run away or something. And it made him wonder for a moment if his love was not clear enough for the older man to see he was exactly where he wanted to be, being held by the hands he daydreamed of holding him. Sometimes Felix could understand the contradiction; wanting someone younger, who he saw growing up since he was a kid, that was basically like a son to him. Except… He was not his son. Those feelings, they were not wrong. They were both adults, consenting adults.
"You are like my own personal sin... Even now. Those shorts that barely cover your ass. You don't know how much I have to control myself when all I want is to have you all dumb, all cockdrunk on my cock..." Their foreheads were pressed and one of Christopher's hands had left his waist, moving slowly to his rear. He could feel the fingertips brushing under the short, thin fabric of his shorts, the way his skin seemed to be on fire where he touched and how his breath hitched. "Those men you fuck... They can't give you what you want, right? Even when you dated Jisung, he couldn't give you. You're too much of a slut for them, aren't you, pretty baby?"
And fuck him. Because he could feel the way his cock twitched inside his shorts and how he had to swallow a moan, resulting in a gasp. Just like that. Easy, pathetic of him. The effect Christopher and that condescending tone had on him should be studied someday. "I'm... I'm not—." He wasn't what? A slut? That was a lie. He was a proud one and everyone knew that.
"You know you are... It's okay, Lixie... You can be my pretty little slut, mn?"
Again that tone, that huskiness in his voice. He could feel his nose brushing against his jaw before leaving a chaste kiss there. So different from the words that left those plump lips. The contrast was driving him crazy. His own hands now reaching for the older’s arms, only then realizing he had no shirt on. How could he forget; Christopher was always hot, somehow his body temperature was always high which meant he never slept with shirts on. Needless to say it only made his brain even more fuzzy. He wished the lights were not so low, that way he would be able to see those defined abs covered in tattoos.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” The mocking yet sweet tone did not fail to make the blush spread over freckled cheeks. But in Felix’s defense, he felt like his biggest dream was just becoming true and he did not know how to react because his brain was short circuiting. Kinda.
“N-no… I mean. Yes. I can be your pretty little slut.” The words eventually came out of his mouth and it seemed like that was all the other man was waiting for, because the next second their lips met in a needy, passionate kiss. All those times he had wondered how they would feel, how they would taste, nothing could compare to reality. He tasted like mint and cigarettes. He tasted like he could ruin Felix’s life and he would let him, even be glad about it.
“Such a good boy…” Words mumbled while Christopher’s hand reached for his thighs, picking the younger up and forcing his legs to wrap around his waist while he carried him towards the bed. “Can you be quiet? It would be terrible if Jisung or Minho woke up and caught you here, don’t you think? Can you imagine? Your best friend seeing his own dad defiling his best friend… I think that would be pretty scandalous even for you.”
And he should be ashamed because the thought only worked to arouse him even more. His exhibitionism kink could be quite high sometimes; even if it was about his best friend or his boyfriend seeing him and Christopher fucking. The low moan that echoed as he clashed their lips together again was more than enough of an answer, hearing how a raspy laugh would follow.
Hands now shamelessly touching each other, wandering over tattooed abdomen and squeezing the supple flesh of a pert ass. Felix had no idea how he had ended up sitting in Christopher’s lap, but he found that was not much of an issue since he was able to grind down against him, feeling how his erection would grow as the seconds went by.
Lips trailed down his neck, leaving marks and faint bites behind; he could feel it. And next thing he knew his pajama shirt was being pulled up and thrown somewhere near the bed. Did not matter, he would not need it now anyway.
“Fuck—!” A gasp and a moan filled the room as a warm tongue circled over a nipple at the same time a thumb would brush over the other one, making the younger’s back arch in nothing but a genuine pleasure. He wanted more. Craved more. Small hand easily found place in the dark curls of the older man, tugging lightly and petting softly. It was easy to see that even if both of the men were needy and almost desperate for each other, their touches carried a lot of tenderness.
A whisper filled the space between them, something that sounded a lot like another praise before the older man shifted positions expertly and did not waste any time before getting rid of his own pants, the fabric joining the discarded shirt on the floor. Next he focused on tugging the blonde’s shorts off, except in a much gentler way. He would always be sweet to his Lixie.
“Damn, Lixie… You’re so gorgeous, baby. So perfect.” The desire was almost palpable in his voice as, calloused, warm hands ran all over his chest, down his abdomen and over his thighs, purposely avoiding the aching length between his legs. And what was Felix supposed to do if not spread his legs in a silent invitation for the older man to take what had always been his? That man was his daddy - even before Christopher knew it -, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, he knew how to look enticing.
“It makes me want to ruin you… To wreck you so good that no one will ever be able to satisfy you but me. Not even yourself.” Christopher said while pressing kisses down his abdomen, this time his fingers brushed along the blonde’s length and his sharp eyes watched carefully each and every reaction of his. Even in the dim light, he was able to see, to bask in those reactions - his arousal only growing to see the effect, the power he had over Felix.
“By the end of the night, your pleasure will belong to me, baby.” Words whispered in such a sweet, gentle tone against the blonde’s ear that no one would even dare to think his calloused hand now was wrapped around his cock and his thumb spread the precum on his tip, smirking internally at how their size difference applied to all aspects, apparently. Not that it was an issue to him, no. He loved how small Felix was, how tiny he looked next to him; it was just one of the things that drove him insane all this time. “Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes!” A quick nod from Felix’s blonde head, breath slightly ragged in after his failed attempt to keep it steady. “Yes what, Lixie?” And it was really hard to keep those embarrassing noises from leaving his lips when Christopher talked to him like that. “Yes, daddy!” The burning in his cheeks and ears came from pure arousal. He had pictured that same scenario so many times before, not the same setting obviously, but many others… Pictured Christopher having his way with him, calling him by sweet pet names and kissing him as if he was the most precious thing in the world to him. Christopher has been his Daddy ever since he was twenty - even if they had nothing before. And he would always be.
“Good boy.” A raspberry against his cheek before Christopher pulled away to reach the nightstand drawer and not even a minute later he was back, the lube bottle in hands - an almost empty one, dared he add. “Ready?” The man asked the blonde one lying in front of him while pouring lube into his fingers and rubbed them together to heat it up a little, his naked body under the dim lights as beautiful as if he was the favorite son of Aphrodite. And maybe Felix was, Christopher would not be surprised. A nod followed and that was all he needed to slowly circle his rim with his index finger, watching carefully for the minor discomfort in his baby’s face. His own want was driving him crazy, his cock angry red, leaking and aching between his legs, but he knew soon enough he would be buried to the hilt in his baby and that was what he looked for the most. Those countless nights where he fucked a fleshlight while thinking about that little pert ass, where he fisted his own cock thinking about those small hands barely being able to close around him… Finally he would know how Felix felt.
Moans filled the room as he eased three fingers into him, slowly moving them so the stretch would not be so painful when he finally bottomed out into him. Felix’s cheeks were already flushed and he got his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Poor little thing” Chris mocked internally; even if he tried to suppress those moans, his body spoke louder. It was on the way he clenched down on his fingers asking for more, the way his cock would leak beautifully the translucent precum on his tummy, the way he squirmed a little every time Chris’ fingers brushed against his prostrate to tease him but never really hited that spot. He could not hide his pleasure even if his life depended on it.
“Ch– Daddy… Please…” The need and the lust were dripping in Felix’s voice, hips trying to grind against his fingers in an attempt to make them hit his prostrate. That took a smirk from Christopher and a hum as he retreated his fingers and reached for the bottle of lube once again, squeezing some into his aching cock and stroking it to spread it all over. The low hum that echoed was nothing but a genuine sound of pleasure.
“Shh… I got you, Lixie. I got you baby.” The words oh so tender were followed by small kisses peppered on freckled cheeks and nose while he slowly eased his cock into the thigh heat of the blonde man.
Felix's slightly tense body meant he knew the stretch would burn a little even if the rockstar had stretched him with his fingers; he was small, a petite guy, while Christopher was all muscles and a big, fat cock. So, to get a distraction from the brief discomfort he pressed their lips together again, tongues meeting in a slow, sensual dance. No rush, only deep feelings and desire. He knew fucking Chan would probably become one of his new addictions, but nothing would ever compare to kissing that man now that he knew how he tasted, how soft and plump his lips were and how they felt perfect against his own. Kissing Chan was enough to make his brain all fuzzy, to take him to cloud nine.
So, after a moment, Felix parted the kiss and nodded once to show that the older man could move and when he actually did, it was almost impossible to suppress the moan that slipped through his lips. He felt so full. Full in a way no other man had made him feel before. And given the slightly furrowed eyebrows and the mouth open in a silent moan as his hips moved slowly, even waving them sometimes, he could tell Chan felt just as good.
The only sounds in the dark room were the sounds of their gasps and moans, the sounds of skin against skin as the thrusts gained speed and strength and the lewd squelch of the lube. It was the most beautiful pornographic symphony both souls had ever heard. It filled the room together with the smell of sweat and sex, causing the sensual, dark aura to grow around them. Something with an almost dangerous undertone.
Legs wrapped around tattooed hips, not only pulling the older man closer but also stopping any try that could happen of Christopher having a sudden guilty, lucid moment and running away — the action causing Chan to hit straight into his prostate repeatedly.
“D-Daddy! Ohh fuck…!” And as the loud moan slipped through brims and brown eyes rolled in pleasure, it was no surprise to find that the next second Christopher was pressing his hand against his mouth, silencing him all while snapping his hips harder against the smaller figure under him. That wicked glint in Chan’s eyes meant not only that Felix should be quiet or they both would be in trouble, but also that he enjoyed a lot the power he had over him in that moment. He knew Christopher enough to recognize each emotion of his.
“Shhh. You want to be a good slut, don’t you, baby? Then shut up. Be quiet for Daddy and take it.” Each word of the last sentence followed a sharp thrust that would push Felix more and more over the edge – and he had not even touched his cock for it to happen; that was how much Chan affected him. “Such a pretty little slut… All it took was some sweet words and you already spread your slutty legs to me. Tsc tsc. Are you always that easy, Lixie? Mn?” The older Bang asked while playing with his sensitive and very needy cock, the other hand still covering his mouth; the warmth of that hand around his shaft, squeezing and stroking in a steady pace was a relief but also made the growing heat in his belly get stronger. The shake of a blonde skull was the response to his question. Of course not… Even if he was quite easy sometimes, Chan did not need to know that, of course.
Grunts, muffled moans, and the faint sound of a bedframe hitting the wall were getting louder as the minutes went by and he could tell Chan was just as close as him by the way he heaved and grunted deep above him, the way his thrusts were more erratic and desperate, as if chasing a release that he had been waiting for for ages. Manicured nails scratched and marked that broad back, even taking the chance to tug into those dark curls of his at every hit against his sweet spot. The constant abuse of Chan’s cock against it felt so good to the younger man, he was almost sure he would be able to feel the man ever after they were done. And the thought gave him immensurable pleasure; a reminder that they had been together indeed as lovers and that it was not only a fruit of his imagination.
“Fuck, baby… I’ll cum inside you. Paint your walls white with my seed. Maybe even plug you once we’re done so you’ll have a reminder of how much of a slut you were to your best friend’s dad.” Christopher’s words were always a sweet, tender, whisper against his ear or his lips but that mocking undertone never left either. He knew he should be ashamed, but it only added to his pleasure. The degradation sounded heavenly coming from those sinful, plump lips.
His climax was so close now that he had the older man jerking him off at the same time, he could feel it by the way his legs started shaking and his breath became more and more erratic, chasing that delicious heat with rolled back eyes and muffled moans, body squirming under the bigger figure and for a brief second he wished Jisung was out with Minho instead, and that the hand covering his mouth was wrapped around his neck. He would probably feel heavenly with his hand wrapped around his neck.
The sound of skin against skin intensified and Felix wondered if even with the noise cancelling acoustic of the musician’s room, Jisung wouldn’t be able to hear them. But the thought left as fast as it came because the next second he was heaving hard against his hand, meowls leaving brims as Christopher bit hard on his neck at the same time he angled his hips and thrusted once, twice, hard and sharp against his prostrate ; sure the bite would leave a lasting mark. The heat finally reached its climax and for a moment all he could hear was the buzzing sound against his ears as his body stilled for a moment, releasing his cum in Christopher’s hand and his own abdomen as he finally reached his orgasm. Two, three thrusts more and Christopher followed, biting down against his shoulder to muffle a moan as he made sure to stay buried to the hilt inside Felix as he reached his orgasm, painting his walls with his cum as he had promised.
It took them a moment for the buzzing to finally fade and their vision to finally focus again, but when it did, Felix thought he could cry. Because Christopher looked at him with so much tenderness, so much love. His Chan looked at him as if he was the most precious thing in the whole world, like not even the most precious gem to ever exist could compare to him. It was something so intense that even under the dim lights of the room he could see it. The spark reflecting in his eyes, the fucked out look (one that Felix was sure he also had on), that sweet dimple showing in the corner of his lips… And for a moment he caught himself thinking that if he was not in love with the man already, he would definitely have fallen in love right then and there.
A tender kiss was pressed to his forehead and one to his lips before the comfortable silence was broken as Chan finally took his hand away from his mouth. “I guess this is the part where you tell me you won.” And if Felix did not know better, he would say the smile adorning Chan’s lips was slightly shy under the softness. A giggle echoed in the room just as he scrunched up his nose in a really adorable way, according to Christopher.
“You are right, Daddy. I won. I always do.” And even if his words were cocky in nature, the tone he had said them was very sweet, very loving while his hand ran up and down his arm in an affectionate gesture.
That moment was special for Felix and Christopher, two souls finally connecting in more than one way. And sure, they would need to have a proper talk later, to set boundaries and expectations clear. To discuss how to tell Jisung what was going on between them. But not now. Now there was no room for future issues that might arise or for worries. Now there was only room for love, tender gazes, soft giggles and sweet nothings whispered between the couple. And if the sounds of a bedframe hitting the wall kept going all night long… Well, let’s just say they had way too many frustrated attempts to compensate now.