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When Taehyung invited them to his beginner shibari class, Hyunjin did not expect them to actually go.
Felix did look quite enthusiastic about it, his eyes going all round and sparkly, but Hyunjin had thought—or maybe hoped, feeble as it might have been—that he would eventually forget about it. And for a while it seemed like he did.
Work was demanding, with Felix's ever changing shifts at the café irreparably altering his circadian rhythm, and Hyunjin finally getting more contracts for original choreography. And, not to forget, Jisung being in crisis over Mr Lee every other day—it was a lot.
But still not enough for Felix to forget about Taehyung's offer to join his shibari class.
So now Hyunjin finds himself standing barefoot in the middle of Taehyung's studio while his friend winds red rope around his chest, trying very, very hard not to pop a boner in front of eight strangers.
Unsuccessfully.
He shifts his weight from one leg to the other in an attempt to not be too obvious about it, but regrets everything he's ever done the minute the fabric of his sweats brushes over the quickly growing problem between his legs.
The sweatpants might have been a mistake, even though they seemed to be the obvious choice when getting dressed before Felix picked him up—comfortable, roomy and easy to move in. Hyunjin loves them for practice, so why not for his introduction into bondage? He also overheats easily, so the black tank top to go with the pants was another obvious choice.
Hah.
Well.
Now he's not only praying no one notices how he's rapidly chubbing up in his oversized grey sweats, but also for his hard nipples to not be too… visible.
Sue him for being sensitive literally everywhere on his body.
Taehyung's voice carries through the air velvety and soft as he explains placements and knots again, and Hyunjin tries to pay attention, he really does. Beneath the snark and the eye rolls he was quite excited to attend. Shibari and rope bondage has a rich history that required technical skill, awareness and trust. Last night he fell down a rabbit hole of videos and pictures, marveling at the way wrapping someone up in rope could be an artistic expression of sensuality.
Hyunjin is an artist. He can appreciate shibari both as an art form with beautiful patterns and a celebration of the human body, as well as a deeply intimate sexual practice.
Unfortunately, his body decided to not view it as the artistic experience Hyunjin hoped it would be and instead makes his dick twitch every time Felix slips two fingers beneath the rope to check the tension.
"How's that," he asks and Hyunjin keeps staring straight ahead.
He swallows before he answers. "Fine."
Felix hums.
Across the room, Taehyung looks over from where he's helping two women correct a knot. Hyunjin immediately attempts to relax his face into an expression of peaceful nonchalance, banishing the tight grimace of a man fighting to not bust in his pants.
Felix chooses that moment to lightly tug on the rope between Hyunjin's shoulders, tightening it around his ribs, and his breath catches. Loud enough for Felix to notice, gaze flicking up, the corner of his lip twitching.
Hyunjin glares down at him. A bead of sweat slides down his temple.
"What?" Felix flutters his lashes, the perfect picture of innocence.
"Nothing." Hyunjin's voice is just hoarse enough to be noticeable, and he looks away before he can do something embarrassing, like moan.
Instead, he focuses persistently on how incredibly unfair this whole situation is.
Half an hour earlier, their positions were reversed. Hyunjin stood behind Felix with the practice rope looped around his torso, painstakingly following Taehyung's demonstration on Jeongguk, while Felix patiently waited with his arms relaxed at his sides.
Hyunjin smoothed the rope across the front of Felix's white shirt, careful with the pressure as he drew it around his narrow torso. Felix watched him work with curiosity, but nothing else—no change in his breathing or visible tension, no spontaneous boner. Hyunjin found his nonchalance almost offensive.
"You good?" he asked, as Taehyung had told them to.
"Yep," Felix said with a smile.
"Not too tight?"
"Nope."
Hyunjin slipped two fingers beneath the line passing underneath Felix's chest and Felix remained unmoved. Going into the next knot, Hyunjin tugged the rope with maybe slightly more force than necessary.
Felix looked down.
"Oh," he said.
Hyunjin paused, a feeble hope fluttering behind his ribs. "What?"
"That's nice."
It took all the power in Hyunjin's body to not gasp at the sheer audacity. He had created a perfectly respectable beginner's chest harness and Felix reacted like he gave him a cool shirt to wear.
Hyunjin was insulted.
He's even more insulted now. Because the moment they switched and the first loop of rope found its way around his ribs, Hyunjin's brain decided that apparently this was about to be the most erotic experience of his life.
Which was only proof to his more than inadequate recent sexual encounters.
Because Felix is focused and not doing anything remotely suggestive. Hyunjin is not used to receiving this kind of attention from Felix. Not because Felix is careless or a bad friend, but the flavor of their friendship has always been of the easy sort. A lot of noise and touch and so much laughter, cuddling on sofas in a pile of three and threats of bodily violence.
This is different, though. Felix touching him with purpose instead of casual affection, standing too close without actively leaning into it—Hyunjin can't deal with it.
He's no stranger to attention or people looking at him. Hyunjin might be a little dumb from time to time, but he's no idiot, he knows he's attractive. Dancing in front of mirrors and audiences alike dulled the experience somewhat. Of being looked at, of being admired.
But Felix is paying attention to him. Every single one of his reactions taken into account, like Taehyung asked them to during the introduction.
"Shibari is about two people working together," he said. "Listen to your partner, even when they're not using words."
Felix is listening and observing, and Hyunjin finds there is a huge difference between that and the admiring attention of an audience.
He jumps when Taehyung claps his hands from the front of the studio. The back of Hyunjin's tank top is sopping wet and he's in desperate need of sitting in a walk in freezer for an hour or two.
"Keep working, everyone," he says. "Jeongguk and I will come around and check your work before you finish up."
Hyunjin watches him approach, correcting knots as he goes, flattening lines that got twisted and loosening one harness that got too tight beneath someone's arms.
Suddenly Hyunjin doesn't know how to stand, because the situation between his legs is too obvious to be properly hidden. So he crosses his legs by the ankles and shifts his hands in front of himself. Totally natural, palm folded directly over his crotch.
Felix glances down. Hums.
"If you say anything," Hyunjin presses through his teeth, "I will kill you."
Sweat drips down the long dip of his spine, collecting in the hem of his pants.
Taehyung arrives before Felix can say anything humiliating.
"This is good," Taehyung notes, examining the harness without touching it.
Felix beams. "Really?"
"For a first attempt, absolutely." Taehyung checks one of the knots on Hyunjin's chest. "Your tension looks to be very consistent. You just let that one line sit a little low."
He looks at Hyunjin.
"May I adjust it?"
Hyunjin's mouth is dry. "Yes."
"I'm going to tighten this slightly. Tell me if anything pinches."
Hyunjin nods.
"Use your words, honey," Taehyung says with a smile.
"Yes." His voice cracks. Hyunjin clears his throat. "Yes, that's fine."
Taehyung's smile goes boxy. "Thank you."
He slips his fingers beneath the rope and lifts it carefully, tugging on one point, then another. The adjustment is small and practical, a minor change in tension, but spreads a burst of sudden heat across Hyunjin's skin with how the pressure evens out and tightens across his chest.
A soft sound slips from his lips before he can stop it, barely more than a breath, but it's accompanied by a fluttering of lashes, and very unmistakable.
Taehyung's hand pauses for the fraction of a heartbeat and Hyunjin freezes.
Every drop of blood in his body rushes either into his face or to his already hard dick, the tent in his sweats probably unmistakable.
Taehyung says nothing. He continues the correction with the same calm he showed everyone else before, as if Hyunjin did not just whimper in front of him. Maybe this was normal. Maybe people regularly popped boners or soaked their panties while getting tied up in this class.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
It would be so much less humiliating if he wasn't the only one getting unbearably turned on by having a bit of rope wrapped around him.
"You want to encourage the shoulders back, but not restrict the posture," Taehyung explains to Felix, who's standing slightly behind Hyunjin. "See?"
He places two fingers beneath a knot on Hyunjin's back, the rope going a little more taut across his chest and Hyunjin's lungs almost stop working. He has to close his eyes as the pressure against his torso tightens once again and his cock jerks beneath the grey fabric.
"There." Taeyhung releases the rope and Hyunjin almost weeps with relief. "That should feel more balanced."
He steps around again, inspecting the front again, but then his gaze drops, briefly. A single flicker downward before his eyes return to the harness.
Hyunjin doesn't know how Taehyung manages. It's impossible for him not to have noticed what's happening a few levels below. But Taehyung's expression remains neutral.
"Still comfortable?" he asks Hyunjin.
"Yes," he manages.
"Good." Taehyung smiles and pats Hyunjin's shoulder. "Continue from here, we'll show you the next step in a minute."
"What was that?" Felix asked, leaning closer.
"What was what?"
"That noise."
Hyunjin pulls a face. "I breathed. Am I not allowed to breathe."
Felix makes a weird sound, maybe an amused grunt. "Whatever you say."
It doesn't get better.
The class continues for another hour, and Hyunjin is so painfully, humiliatingly aroused he completely sweats through his tank. They switch again, something simple for the legs so they are able to sit, and Hyunjin is grateful. Because now he has the chance to conceal his boner by folding his legs into a pretzel-like shape, contorted enough to hide the fact he sprouted a third leg.
"You okay?" Felix asks when Hyunjin is in the middle of wrapping rope around his thigh.
"Of course I am." Hyunjin doesn't feel bad about lying, he's very much not okay, but he would not give Felix any ammunition for teasing remarks, he's too fragile for that.
Felix laughs, the little gremlin, but keeps his voice low when he says, "You're really cute when you're flustered."
Hyunjin looks at him. Terrible mistake, as it turns out.
The late afternoon sun falls through one of the windows, light scattered by the gauzy curtains in a diffused glow, Felix's blond hair lighting up around him like a halo. Hyunjin is almost too distracted by the way his freckles contrast his slightly flushed cheeks, almost misses the heaviness behind the teasing. Dark and attentive and very, very unfamiliar.
But not unwelcome, Hyunjin realizes as his stomach swoops.
He looks away again.
"Shut up."
When it's his turn to get his legs bound together, Hyunjin endures it with a stoicism unbeknownst to mankind. Or at least he pretends to be stoic, because his dick is still in crisis and there is a wet spot inside his boxers he prays will not seep into his sweats.
Fortunately for him what follows next is aftercare.
They keep being seated for that, so Hyunjin draws his knees up against his torso and wraps his arms around them while Jeongguk explains about checking circulation and massaging lotion into the parts where the rope digs deepest.
"You need to check in with your partner as soon as the rope comes off," Jeongguk says. "Both physically an emotionally. Being tied up can bring all sorts of emotions to the surface, even if it's just something simple."
Hyunjin tries his best not to feel called out.
"Never forget that the intensity doesn't disappear the moment you remove the rope," Taehyung adds. "Don't stop paying attention, it might be needed especially after you're done."
"Water," Jeongguk says, counting down on his hand. "A snack, a bath, quiet, maybe some cuddles."
"The important thing is communication," Taehyung says, and Hyunjin doesn't understand why he's looking at him when he says it.
He casts his eyes down at his wrists instead, faint red impressions snaking along his forearms where the rope had sat a little too tightly. He twitches in his boxers.
The class resolves a few minutes later with enthusiastic applause.
"You good?" Felix asks while the other attendees start gathering their things.
Horny enough to commit crimes, is what Hyunjin wants to say, so he just snorts.
"Jinnie…" He can hear the raised brow in Felix's voice.
Hyunjin sighs. "Good. I feel good."
"Anything numb."
"No."
"Any tingling?"
"Only in inappropriate places."
Felix snorts. "Those grey sweatpants sure were an interesting choice."
Hyunjin closes his eyes. "I'm going to strangle you with the rope."
"I tied you up so nicely, why are you threatening me with violence?"
"I hope your bakery burns down."
Felix gasps. "It's a café, you imbecile."
Hyunjin doesn't take it further, still focused on his boner that refuses to budge. He remains seated until nearly everyone else has collected their things, politely saying goodbye to Taehyung and Jeongguk, and thanking them for the wonderful lesson.
He can't get up. His erection hadn't softened enough, sitting visibly against his thigh and Hyunjin is trapped on the floor wearing the worst possible pants in a situation like this.
Felix packs their rope into its designated cloth bag.
"You coming?"
Hyunjin snorts. "I wish."
"Huh?" Felix blinks, then looks down right when Hyunjin raises his head. Felix's eyes drop to his lap. "Oh."
"I don't want to hear another word," Hyunjin says with dignity, "Or I'm going to start crying."
"Please don't." Felix crouches down beside him, voice low. "How long?"
For a moment, Hyunjin considers lying, but really, there's no point. "Pretty much the whole class."
Felix's eyes widen. "Holy shit."
The sympathy in his face was fighting a losing battle against the amusement threatening to take over, and once again, Hyunjin is very offended.
"This isn't funny," he deadpans.
"Unfortunately it is."
Hyunjin shoves his shoulder, but Felix catches his wrist. They both freeze.
Felix's fingers are loosely wrapped around Hyunjin's wrist, thumb pressing over his pulse. He has to feel it. How it thunders beneath his skin, how the simple touch sends more blood to Hyunjin's poor dick.
That thing is back in Felix's eyes again, making his lids heavy, his gaze dark and void of curiosity. Hyunjin doesn't mean to be presumptuous, but it looks a lot like want and his mouth goes dry.
"Well well well," Taehyung says, slowly approaching before either of them can speak. "Look what we have here."
He comes to a stop right in front of Hyunjin, both hands in his pockets, gaze shifting between Hyunjin's guarded lap and Felix's flushed face. Next to him, Jeongguk holds two bottles of water. Neither of them look surprised.
Hyunjin hates experienced people.
Taehyung is still looking at him. "If you need to decompress in private, we have a recovery room." His voice is neutral and very professional when he says it.
"No," Hyunjin says, shrill to his own ears. "That will not be necessary."
Felix squeezes his shoulder.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Jeongguk sounds like he means it. "It happens all the time."
Hyunjin snorts. "I have a hard time believing that."
"Honey," Taehyung says, like he's talking to a sulking child. "It's okay if you got a little excited being tied up. Use that knowledge for fun stuff."
The thought alone what that kind of fun stuff might entail has Hyunjin leaking a little more.
Great.
Fantastic.
"I think we'd like to use the room," Felix says when Hyunjin continues to attempt to become one with the floor.
Taehyung hands him a key. The keychain attached to it looks suspiciously dildo-shaped.
"Just go down the hallway, third door to the left," Taehyung says. "Everything you might need is in there. But please, clean up after yourselves when you are done."
Hyunjin chokes on his own spit.
"Okay," Felix says in his stead.
Taehyung follows Jeongguk who already turned to leave. "And don't worry," he throws over his shoulder. "The walls are really thick."
Hyunjin wants to die.
They make it to the room with Hyunjin's dignity intact, however that has happened. Felix leads the way with both their bags in hand. Neither of them speak until the door closes behind them and Felix locks it.
It's a nice room, small but comfortable. A sofa, a padded mat, a sink and a low cabinet. Folded blankets sit in a basket beneath a lamp, a stack of towels balances on a chair. Hyunjin's brain stops taking things in as soon as his eyes snag on the red rope sitting on top of the cabinet in a neat coil.
"On a scale from one to ten, how horny are you?" Felix asks, tossing their bags onto the sofa together with the key.
Hyunjin is too tired to lie. "Probably a solid twelve."
He stands in the middle of the room with his hands hanging uselessly at his sides, the awareness of his own body almost painful. Or maybe that's just his adamant boner, at this point Hyunjin's sure anything is possible. All he knows is, that he has never in his life been this turned on.
"Jinnie," Felix says softly and Hyunjin turns to look at him. For a second, Felix studies him, gaze moving over Hyunjin's flushed face and stiff shoulders. "You look overwhelmed."
Hyunjin swallows. "Maybe a little." He shifts his weight and instantly regrets it when the fabric drags across his cock.
Felix eyes dip down, then return to Hyunjin's face without comment.
"We don't have to do anything," he says, then gestures at the sofa. "We can sit down, drink some water and wait until you boner goes down on its own."
The words don't want to compute, so Hyunjin keeps staring at Felix. His ears are dusted a pretty pink where they peek from below his blond hair. Hyunjin wants to kiss them, they make Felix look like a cute little elf.
"I can also leave," Felix continues when Hyunjin stays mute. "Give you some privacy and you jerk off until you feel better."
It's a reasonable suggestion, kind even. Felix is tossing him all the lifelines and Hyunjin would take them all, but the thought alone has disappointment sink heavy to the bottom of his stomach.
Which is weird, because they are friends, aren't they? Have been for a long time. But ever since they've sat in their kitchen that one time, where Jisung and Felix told him about fucking two years ago, Hyunjin has been riddled with something he reluctantly realized was jealousy.
Ridiculous.
Felix is his friend.
His friend.
But his greedy little brain has realized something else equally as horrifying—that he might want to get fucked by Felix, too. Even if it's bad, even if he last only thirty seconds because he doesn't top a lot.
The thought alone that Felix might do it for Hyunjin, who does enjoy both in equal measures, does something for him he's too scared to examine further, at least for now.
"Jinnie?"
Hyunjin jumps when Felix speaks again.
He clears his throat. "Is there—" he starts. Stops. Clears his throat again, because why is his voice so fucked? "Is there a secret third option?"
Felix looks at him, eyes round and pouty lips slightly open. "A secret third option?"
His expression is soft, but Hyunjin's face is burning as he forces himself to hold Felix's gaze. If Felix fucked Jisung for shits and giggles, why not him as well?
"Can you—can you touch me?" Hyunjin is very aware of how much his voice trembles. "Please."
Felix inhales slowly, and his eyes change, dark like they were earlier, heavy with promise.
"Okay."
He approaches slowly to give Hyunjin enough time to stop him at any point. One step, then another, until he's close enough for Hyunjin to feel the warmth of his body and their socked toes are touching.
When Felix presses his palm against Hyunjin's bulge, he moans. Sweet and helpless, but way past caring, his knees nearly giving out beneath him.
"Fuck," Felix breathes, eyes wide. "That was barely anything."
Hyunjin grabs his shoulders for balance, lowering his head until their foreheads are pressed against each other. "I know."
Felix curls his short fingers around the shape beneath the sweats, and Hyunjin mewls. He was hard for so long that a simple touch feels unbearable. Pleasure sparks hot through his whole body.
"There," Felix murmurs, keeps stroking him through the fabric. "Now you don't have to feel left out anymore."
Hyunjin blinks his eyes open.
"What?"
Felix giggles. "Now Jisung won't be the only one I've fucked."
Hyunjin groans, not from pleasure this time, but the implication sends sparks down his spine. "Please don't talk about Jisungie while your hand is on my dick."
A soft laugh. "Fair."
Felix stops talking, rises slightly on his tippy toes to kiss Hyunjin. A first press of lips, more question than anything else, but it still sings through Hyunjin like light through his bloodstream. He instantly craves more.
His hands slide behind Felix's neck, fingers sinking into the blond strands to tilt his head, deepening the kiss, greedily licking into his mouth. Felix makes a sound so satisfying in the back of his throat, Hyunjin instantly wants to hear it again.
For the moment, Felix's hand on his cock still stroking him is distracting. He gasps into Felix's open mouth when he drags his palm over the dripping head, trying to press closer, chase the friction.
But Felix eases back, enough to keep Hyunjin from grinding himself to completion against him.
Hyunjin whimpers. "Lixie—"
"Mhm?"
"Stop teasing me."
He feels Felix grin against his lips. "We're just kissing."
Hyunjin bucks into his hand. "Yeah," he says, tugging at Felix's plush bottom lip with his teeth. "That's the whole fucking problem."
"I never thought you'd be so needy," Felix says, kissing along Hyunjin's jaw.
"I'm making an exception." Hyunjin gasps when Felix tugs at his length. "Fuck, Felix, please."
Felix laughs, breathless. He shifts his hips and Hyunjin can feel his hard cock against his thigh, sending another wave of arousal through his system.
"Do you want me to tie you up again?" Felix asks and Hyunjin exhales sharply, lashes fluttering at the thought of ropes across his bare chest and his arms held tightly so he can't use them.
"Yes," he gasps between kisses. "Yes, please."
Finally, Felix removes his hand from Hyunjin's dick. He frames his jaw with his palms, then smiles sweetly.
"Okay."
He takes Hyunjin's hand and leads him toward the padded mat, soft and comfortable on the ground.
"I'm going to undress you," he says and Hyunjin's pulse thunders.
Felix does it slowly, almost as if to not overwhelm Hyunjin. It doesn't work, but it's not Felix's fault. When he peels Hyunjin's sweaty tank off, he shivers.
"You're beautiful, Jinnie," Felix whispers against his clavicle, kissing along the shallow line of Hyunjin's pecs. "So pretty."
Hyunjin's face heats. "Shut up," he says, and squeaks when Felix bites him in retaliation.
"No, you shut up," he says and Hyunjin does, because suddenly, Felix's fingers are untying the drawstrings of Hyunjin's sweatpants, pushing them down along with his soiled boxer briefs.
He's not proud of the sound he makes when his cock springs free, hard and flushed, the tip wet enough to glisten.
"Shit," Felix gasps, gaze lingering between Hyunjin's legs. "You have such a pretty cock."
Hyunjin makes a strangled noise, ready to deflect another compliment, but Felix is quicker. He wraps his hand back around, tugs gently until Hyunjin is moaning.
"It's true," Felix whispers, lips pressing back against Hyunjin's. "Pretty and big and making a mess."
Hyunjin's face is so hot it might melt clean off. Which is… insane. He's far from being a blushing virgin, or unfamiliar with a little dirty talk, but something about Felix's voice going raspy with want has his head spinning.
"I want to ride you," Felix says and Hyunjin stares. Felix looks up through his lashes. "One day."
Hyunjin's heart threatens to burst out of his mouth. "One day?"
Any protest dies on his tongue when Felix swipes his thumb across Hyunjin's leaking cockhead.
"Not today," he says, his free hand finding Hyunjin's waist and pulling him closer. "Today I'm going to take care of you."
Hyunjin's cock twitches in Felix's hand.
"You've been wound up for hours," Felix murmurs. "I know you're so turned on you can barely stand."
His hand wanders lower, to the swell of Hyunjin's ass, tugging until they are flush together.
"I want you to shut your brain off and let me take over."
"Fuck—"
"I'll make you feel good."
Hyunjin huffs out a desperate little laugh. "Okay."
Felix kisses the corner of his lips, then grins against Hyunjin's cheek. "I've gotten really good at topping."
"Oh, really?" Hyunjin clenches around nothing when he realizes how much he wants that.
"I last longer than thirty seconds now."
"Hah." Hyunjin drops his forehead against Felix's shoulder. "Well, I might not."
Felix's laugh is like wind chimes. "How embarrassing for you."
But he kisses Hyunjin before he can protest, and fuck, Hyunjin turns to putty in his hands.
It's not like he hasn't kissed Felix before, they've all kissed before. Drunken rounds of truth or dare, dissuading pushy guys in clubs, curious practice sessions… Hyunjin isn't unfamiliar with the feeling of Felix's cushy mouth against his, but it's different this time. There's purpose behind the wet slide of their lips, the generous use of tongue. Hyunjin must be horny beyond salvation, because this is the best thing that might have happened to him ever.
"I'm going to tie you up now," Felix says. "I'm only doing what we practiced and it won't be perfect."
"That's okay." Hyunjin couldn't care less about perfection when the thought of being tied up is enough to have more precum dribbling down his cock.
"But I'll have your arms across your chest and tie your wrists to the harness, yeah?"
Hyunjin almost blacks out when Felix takes his wrists and guides his forearms into position.
"Hngh, yeah, okay—fuck, let's do this."
They sit down, kneeling in front of each other on the mat and Felix gets to work with utmost concentration. Hyunjin shivers when the rope touches his skin for the first time.
He's so terribly aware of everything that happens. The texture of the rope around his chest, Felix's warm palms, small hands working a little clumsily, but with the same determination he'd pull to the surface when making a particularly intricate recipe.
Felix checks in constantly. Maybe a little too often, asking if this knot is too tight or if that particular line is uncomfortable. Hyunjin is terribly endeared by the end, and pleasantly dizzy by the time Felix is done, breath having gone shallow when Felix secures his wrists to the harness.
The result is anything but perfect, the knots lacking Taehyung's effortless neatness or the ideal distribution of tension. Hyunjin couldn't give a flying fuck if he tried to. Because when he gently tests the give of Felix's work, the rope holds.
His cock jerks.
"You really like this," Felix says, sounding awed.
Hyunjin's voice is hoarse. "I do."
Felix kisses him again and with his hands incapacitated, Hyunjin can't do anything but receive it. Felix cups his jaw and controls the angle, kissing him slowly while his other hand traces the shape of Hyunjin's waist and ribs.
Everything feels amplified. Hyunjin's own hair tickling his neck and shoulders, Felix's tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, his thumb pressing into his hip. It's maddening. Hyunjin whimpers right into Felix's mouth.
"You're so pretty like this, Jinnie," Felix whispers, then guides Hyunjin to lay down on his back.
Hyunjin huffs, desperate with how the words tingle down his spine. "Says you."
Because how dare Felix tell him he's beautiful when he himself is blinding?
Hyunjin's fingers itch for his paintbrushes.
"When's the last time you bottomed?" Felix asks, massaging Hyunjin's thighs.
"It's been a while," Hyunjin says, trying not to squirm. "Hyunwoo, I think."
They both look at each other, making a face.
"Let's not talk about him." Felix looks like he smelled spoilt milk.
Hyunjin matches the sentiment. "Yeah, no, eww."
Then he kicks Felix's thigh.
"How about you get undressed? I don't like being the only one naked."
Felix grins. "I find it quite nice, to be honest," he says, but grabs the hem of his shirt to discard it.
It should be weird, but it isn't. Hyunjin has seen Felix naked before, for multiple, very much non-sexual occasions. He's pretty, skin soft and slightly tan with a smattering of hair trailing from his navel down below the hem of his pants.
Hyunjin wants to lick it, put his teeth to his hip, leave bite marks all along his chest.
Felix is quick about undressing, pushing his pants and underwear down without fanfare. Hyunjin's eyes follow the movement, down to Felix is hard and leaking. He sucks in a sharp breath.
"Like what you see?" Felix asks, brows wiggling.
Hyunjin tilts his head, desperate to play over how hard it is to breathe, and studying him with exaggerated seriousness.
Felix isn't large, but also not small. Thick enough to make Hyunjin's stomach tighten at the sight, just the perfect amount of length to know that it'll be good.
"Perfectly respectable," he declares.
Felix snorts. "Wow, thanks. We can't all be hung like you." Then he cackles. "Or like Mr Lee."
Hyunjin groans, agonized this time. "Yongbok, I swear to fucking god—"
"Sorry, sorry," Felix placates, kneeling between Hyunjin's legs and dropping a kiss to his knee. He grabs something from the top of the low cabinet, quickly followed by a bottle of lube being uncapped.
Hyunjin's not proud, but the sound alone is enough for him to draw his legs closer to his body, spread them a little wider.
"Careful, cold," Felix says quietly, then his index circles Hyunjin's rim with just enough pressure to make his hips twitch. When he finally eases inside, Hyunjin gasps.
"Okay?" Felix watches him, brows drawn.
Hyunjin nods. "Y-yes—hah—it's good."
Felix pushes deeper and Hyunjin's eyes flutter close, his body reacting with an unfamiliar level of sensitivity. Every small movement sends pleasure rolling through him, the rope holding his arms against his chest good, brilliant, unbearable. Hyunjin is overwhelmed within seconds in the best way possible.
A second finger follows the first and Hyunjin hisses at the stretch.
"Still good?"
"Perfect," Hyunjin gasps, throwing his head back.
Felix works him open carefully, scissoring his fingers, and observing every minuscule reaction. How Hyunjin's breathing changes when he pushes deeper, the way his thighs tense when he finds the right angle.
"You're really good at this," Hyunjin moans, voice cracking when Felix rubs the pads of his fingers against his prostate.
"Of course I am, I'm doing this to myself very often," Felix says and giggles. "You know that."
Hyunjin decides not to continue the banter, because the way Felix pushes his fingers in and out of his hole has him see stars. Lube drips down his ass-cheeks, the squelching sound obscene between them. It drives Hyunjin insane.
His stomach tightens quickly, moans turning breathy.
"You close?" Felix asks, voice rough and fingers unrelenting.
"Ah—yeah—" Hyunjin tries to nod, but arches into the next thrust. "'s good, baby, so good."
The pet name slips over his lips without him realizing. Felix's breath audibly stutters with a broken, "Fuck—"
It doesn't matter, though.
Nothing matters, because the next moment Hyunjin's cock pulses as he blows his load all over his stomach, spilling hot across his skin.
Hyunjin has never, ever, come this hard. Especially not from getting fingered. He'd probably be embarrassed about the noises pouring from his lips if he weren't astral projecting into the next dimension. He doesn't care he's loud, hopes everyone in their close vicinity can hear how good Felix makes him feel.
"Jesus," Felix gasps. "You're going to break my fingers."
"S-sorry," Hyunjin gasps, only now realizing how hard he's clenching, hole milking Felix's fingers as he rides out his orgasm.
"Don't apologize." Felix's voice is rough and pretty, Hyunjin's dick already twitches again in interest. "That was beautiful."
"I came so quickly," Hyunjin slurs. "'s embarrassing."
"Shut up, no it's not." Felix kisses the inside of his knee again. "You were hard for two hours, I'm surprised you made it past one finger."
"Ha ha." Sarcasm doesn't work that well after having a spiritual experience, but Hyunjin is nothing if not committed.
"I thought it was really hot," Felix says, shifting, so he's propping himself up next to Hyunjin's head, two fingers still knuckle deep inside him. Felix's hard cock touches Hyunjin's thigh, head smearing precum against his skin.
"Really, really fucking hot." He kisses Hyunjin again, unbearably tender. "I want to see you come again."
Hyunjin exhales into his mouth.
The buzz under his skin has settled, broken along with the frantic edge he's teetered on for the past few hours. He feels looser now, arousal still curling low in his stomach but no longer so desperate he's about to explode.
"Your limbs still okay?" Felix asks.
Hyunjin nods. "Perfect."
"Still want me to fuck you?"
Hyunjin's not proud, but he growls at that. "Stupid ass question, of course I want that."
Felix giggles, and Hyunjin's dick twitches again. "Pushy."
He slips a third finger in, slower now that the edge is off, opening Hyunjin up until he's growing restless again, hips twitching. He grieves the feeling of Felix's fingers instantly when he pulls out, but then he sees him reaching for a condom.
Hyunjin watches Felix roll it on, then lube himself up, feeling quite accomplished with how his hands are shaking.
"Nervous?" Hyunjin asks, just to be a menace.
Felix's throat clicks when he swallows, and Hyunjin almost feels bad about teasing him.
"A little."
Hyunjin wants to swallow him whole.
Slowly, carefully, Felix settles between Hyunjin's thighs, grabbing below his knees to push his legs towards his chest. Hyunjin's lashes flutter as the change in position makes the restriction even tighter.
He feels Felix's slick cock head brushing against his entrance.
"Look at me," Felix whispers. "Please."
Hyunjin does, right before his eyes roll back when Felix finally pushes in, the stretch pulling a low and desperate sound from his throat. He stills after bottoming out. Hyunjin wants to grab him. Wants to pull him closer and kiss him silly, but he can't. His arms are bound and he's completely at Felix's mercy, all he can do now is take. He laments the fact for only a second, because Felix gathers his bearings and starts moving.
Slow and controlled thrust, maddening enough for Hyunjin's breathing breaking into the softest moans.
A weird sort of buzz creeps in at the edges of his mind. It's not strong enough to pull him under, but everything except Felix feels suddenly distant. Pleasantly so. Hyunjin's brain is empty, and it's beautiful.
After finding his rhythm, Felix's gaze moves down Hyunjin's body, lingering on his cock lying flushed and hard against his stomach.
"Look at that," Felix breathes.
Hyunjin's eyes flutter open. "What?"
"Your dick."
Felix thrusts into him sharply, and Hyunjin's moan bounces against the walls.
"It's so big," Felix says, voice soft and awed. "So pretty. You have such a pretty cock, Jinnie. It's perfect."
Hyunjin is so aware of it now, how it bobs against his stomach.
"And it's so useless."
"Fuck—"
"That's right," Felix rasps. "I'm fucking you and you're tied up. Can't use that big, pretty cock of yours, can't do anything with it."
Pleasure shoots through Hyunjin like lightning and Felix's grip on his thighs tightens.
"Do you like that, Jinnie?"
"Yes," Hyunjin gasps. "I like it."
Felix fucks in deep and they both moan.
"Can't wait to feel it," he gasps. "Want to sit on it, I'm going to bounce on it so nicely, it will fill me up so well."
Hyunjin sees it, how Felix's tight little ass swallows his length, moving up and down with practiced motions, and he almost busts again.
"I can tie you up like this again," Felix continues, merciless in his pursuit to torture Hyunjin as much as he can. "Tie you up and use you. Would you like that?"
A stupid question, Hyunjin thinks, because at this point he would've said yes to anything Felix asked of him. Anything.
He has never felt so helpless, he has never felt so good. Felix's eyes stay fixed on his face as long as he can, watching Hyunjin's every reaction and adjusting accordingly, like he's never done anything else in his life. The most natural thing in the world.
For the longest time, being seen like this was almost unbearable, but with Felix it feels doable. It feels good.
Felix takes control over his body with the same confidence he uses when shaping dough or moving a piping bag across a pretty cake. No movement gets wasted, and he doesn't try to prove anything to Hyunjin.
Hyunjin feels it building in his stomach again, and his mouth falls open.
"Lixie," he gasps. "Baby—"
"Yeah, yeah, I—I know."
Felix sounds like he's about to loose it too, voice shaking with his own arousal and the solid rhythm of his hips slapping against Hyunjin's ass. For a moment, Felix grapples with Hyunjin's leg before lifting it enough to rest the long limb on his shoulder.
Hyunjin immediately feels one hundred percent more exposed, but the new angle is so deep he sees stars on the next thrust. A cry tears out of him and his entire body arches against the rope.
"Jinnie," Felix whines. "Jinnie I can't— I'm almost—"
"It's okay, baby." Hyunjin tries to look at Felix from beneath heavy lids. "You can come, I'm close too."
Felix's grip tightens against his leg, holding it firmly against his shoulder while his rhythm turns erratic, head dropping back getting lost in the pleasure.
"D-doing so well, Lixie—ah—" Hyunjin knows he's babbling now, but he needs Felix to know, needs him to hear how well he's doing, how good he's making him feel. "You look so pretty like this, fucking me so nicely."
Felix's rhythm stutters, the most beautiful sound tearing from his chest as his cock pulses inside Hyunjin, spilling into the condom and taking him over the edge with him.
It hits deeper this time, warm and almost heavy as Felix fills him, weakly pushing in a few more times while Hyunjin milks him dry. His cock twitches pathetically, sputtering a few very meager spurts into the sticky mess across his stomach.
Breathy little ah ah ah's spill from his lips in time with the last of Felix's stuttering thrusts, as he shakes through it, and Hyunjin might as well have drifted off into space.
Felix collapses over Hyunjin, breathing heavy, skin slick with sweat. It's hot and stifling and should be all kinds of gross, but Hyunjin wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
He's boneless.
Like Felix pushed his hands beneath his skin and massaged all of his muscles, one after the other.
It's nice.
Felix lifts his head, hair a mess and freckles vivid against the pretty flush of his skin.
Hyunjin might be a little bit in love with him.
"How do you feel?" Felix asks, voice like gravel.
Hyunjin giggles. "Like I've been hit by a very small truck."
Felix slaps his shoulder with an indignant, "Hey!"
"Small but excellent." Hyunjin can't stop grinning. Impossible.
Felix tsks, but he's smiling, too. "Let me clean you up."
Hyunjin watches him work. Watches him untie the knots and remove the rope, which is nicer than Hyunjin expected, his limbs tingling pleasantly after being freed. Then he cleans Hyunjin up with a few wet wipes, them himself, all while Hyunjin lies spread eagled on the mat like a very pretty pancake.
"Yongbok," he says, watching Felix dispose their trash.
Felix glances over his shoulder with a small, "Hm?"
Hyunjin makes grabby hands at him. "Come here. Please."
Felix complies without asking, accompanied only by a small smile. He straddles Hyunjin, their soft cocks touching and Hyunjin hisses with oversensitivity, but then Felix folds himself against Hyunjin's chest, and suddenly, all is right in the world.
Hyunjin inhales the unmistakable scent of strawberry shampoo when he buries his nose in Felix's blond strands. So familiar. He wants to eat him, swallow him whole.
Neither of them speak for a while, and Hyunjin is so painfully aware of Felix's heartbeat thumping against his chest in tandem with his own. It's awful in its sweetness and Hyunjin fights the urge to make a joke, to diffuse at least some of the tenderness with absurdity and make this a little more survivable.
"This won't make it weird, right?" is what comes out of his mouth instead and he hates how fragile it sounds. Almost insecure.
Felix raises his head from his chest. "Of course not."
Hyunjin's heart beats a little faster and Felix brushes a strand of dark hair away from his face.
"We're still us."
Hyunjin nods. Swallows. His throat feels desert dry.
"I don't want this to be a one time thing."
Felix looks at him, eyes round, mouth slightly open. Hyunjin wants to kiss him, but he's not sure he's allowed to anymore. It takes a moment for Felix to recalibrate, until he smiles, soft and warm and Hyunjin's insides turn gooey.
"No," Felix says. "Me neither."
Hyunjin pulls him down, kisses him with adoration on his lips and his arms wrapped tightly around Felix's smaller body. When they part, Felix remains close enough for their noses to brush, and Hyunjin admires him. The freckles scattered across his cheeks like constellations, the soft curve of his mouth, his cute little nose. His beautiful eyes with a warmth that has always been there, but got altered by something Hyunjin can no longer pretend not to see.
He wants Felix. The thought makes his pulse jump, because there is no denying it anymore.
Wants him in a different capacity than friendship.
It looks like Felix wants him, too.
The thought should frighten him, it almost does. After all, it would be the end of their friendship as they knew it and the beginning of something completely new.
But it's less frightening knowing Felix by his side. Hyunjin is sure.
"I have a suggestion," Felix says while Hyunjin stares. "We can go back to your place."
"Sure," Hyunjin says, running gentle fingers across Felix's scalp. "Sungie isn't home tonight."
Felix grins, wicked. "Cool." He swivels his hips. "We can order something and then make out on your sofa. I kind of want to dry hump you until you come in your pants."
Hyunjin's mouth drops open in horror. Horror, because while Felix continues to look at him with that wicked little grin, his exhausted dick makes a valiant attempt at rising from the dead.
"You want to—" Hyunjin splutters, gesturing uselessly between their bodies. "Again?"
"Not right now." Felix presses a kiss to his chin, all sweetness. "You look like you're about to pass out."
Hyunjin blinks slowly. "I could use a nap, yeah."
"You'll get it." Felix say. Grins. He's going to be the death of Hyunjin. "You'll take a nice, fat nap, we eat, and then…"
The promise ripples through Hyunjin like champagne bubbling through his blood stream, because there is going to be a later. Felix wants to go home with him, wants to kiss him on his sofa and touch him again.
Hyunjin is so fucking on board he almost vibrates out of his skin.
"Okay, cool," he says and Felix kisses him once more before climbing off.
Taehyung and Jeongguk are nowhere to be found when they finally emerge from the room. Hyunjin is kind of relieved, he wouldn't be able to stand them even looking at him.
After all, he'll see Jeongguk back at the firm on Monday, that will be mortifying enough.
Cool evening air brushes over his heated face the moment they step outside, and Hyunjin inhales deeply. Everything looks exactly the same as it did when they entered the studio a few hours prior, yet things couldn't be more different.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Felix asks, bumping his shoulder against Hyunjin's.
"I was subject to public humiliation." Hyunjin squints down at Felix. "I wouldn't call that fun."
Felix grins like the menace he is. "You had fun."
Hyunjin attempts to glare at him, but Felix's beaming smile is like sunlight breaking through rain clouds, and of course, Hyunjin is helpless in his light.
"Fine," he concedes. "I had fun."
"A lot of fun?"
Hyunjin grumbles. "Don't push it."
Felix laughs and starts walking toward the subway station, Hyunjin follows. Their shoulders brush, then their hands.
Felix's fingers graze the back of his hand, and Hyunjin knows it's not a coincidence. His heart thumps violently in his throat, and he doesn't look at Felix when he flips his palm around, fingers lacing together.
His face his hot when Hyunjin looks down, only to find Felix's eyes already on him, cheeks dusted with pink.
He squeezes Hyunjin's hand and Hyunjin squeezes back.
Felix's hand fits perfectly inside his, and the realization makes his insides flutter.
"So," Felix says very casually as they reach a corner. "About the dry humping—"
Hyunjin almost trips over his own feet. Felix's laughter rings through the mild evening air.
"How about you take me home first, you little sex pest?" he asks, grip tightening around Felix's hand to pull him closer. He can't help himself, he lets go to wrap his arm around Felix's shoulder, reeling him in even tighter.
Felix smiles up at him. He looks smitten.
"Of course, Your Highness."