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Chan doesn’t look through the peephole before he opens the door. He doesn’t need to, because there’s only one person he’s expecting to knock and it’s not a manager.
His hands quickly find Felix’s waist as his boyfriend slips into the room, quick to shut and lock the door behind him, and Chan immediately pulls him into a bruising kiss, pinning Felix against the wall.
“Mm, Chris,” Felix murmurs softly against his lips, moaning into Chan’s mouth when the older man gives his ass a firm squeeze, and then moves his hand into Felix’s hair.
“Miss your long hair. Can’t wait for it to grow out again,” Chan groans, playing with where the ends of Felix’s hair sit on his shoulders.
“You just want an excuse to pull my hair when you fuck me from the back,” Felix snorts. He sighs contentedly as he’s lifted with ease into Chan’s arms, carried over to the bed and laid against the sheets.
“Well, I can’t deny that,” Chan laughs, climbs on top of Felix and cages him in with his arms on either side of his head. “I mostly like holding your hair out of the way when you’re sucking me off. Getting to control how you move, how deep you can take me.”
Felix moans, pulls him down into another kiss, his tiny fingers tangling into the short blonde curls at the base of Chan’s neck. He’s practically purring with contentment, letting his boyfriend lick possessively into his mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip and tugging gently.
“Can’t wait for tomorrow. Keep thinking about you getting into one of the cars, winning a race f’me,” Felix hums. He flips them so Chan is the one lying on the bed now, working his way down between Chan’s legs, both hands on the buckle of his belt.
Chan watches eagerly, keeping his hands on the back of his head as Felix looks up, eyes half lidded. His want for Chan is so clearly evident, anyone could have caught on if they were in public.
“I could do that. I could get in one of the cars. Get first place on the podium, pull my pretty little trophy wife up to show off my prize,” Chan says, his tone lazy yet dripping with just as much desire for Felix. It doesn’t take him by surprise when his boyfriend moans softly, no doubt the title of trophy wife doing it for him.
“You’re a proud man, Christopher Bahng. Don’t wanna keep your wife to yourself anymore?” he giggles, undoing the buckle. He makes a show of dragging the zipper of Chan’s jeans down over his straining bulge, pressing a kiss to it when Chan’s fingers ghost over the top of his head.
“And not show the world how pretty you are, the fact that you’re mine and mine only? I get all this, s’all mine,” he murmurs, thumbing over Felix’s freckled cheeks with a dopey smile. It’s filled with so much love that Felix’s chest aches just being witness to Chan’s devotion to him. “Not even Leclerc gets to have you.”
“Hyung,” Felix laughs. “You’re not still playing this one-sided possessive game, are you? He couldn’t pry me away from you if he tried.”
Chan shrugs. He knows that, but it does make him proud, knowing that one of the most famous Formula One drivers couldn’t win over Felix. Not like he did. He likes being possessive of Felix, staking his claim on him.
“There’s not a lot of difference between us. Same age, same car, same crush—”
“And I’d pick you every time, dummy,” Felix cuts in with a fond roll of his eyes. “Now, shut up and let me suck your dick.”
“I can’t argue with that, now can I? Go on, baby. Get your prize,” Chan smiles lazily.
He lifts his hips to make it easier for Felix to shimmy his jeans down over his thighs, underwear staying where it is and revealing the wet spot that’s appeared on the dark material of his boxers. Chan can see how intently Felix stares at his cock, sees the gleam of saliva pooling in his mouth, thinking about how Felix loves to take his time with this but they haven’t been able to in so long. His hand wraps loosely at the base of Chan's cock, barely covering half of the girth, and the sight of it makes him throb in Felix's hand.
“Fuck, I missed this. Missed you, Daddy,” Felix murmurs, burying his nose in the crease between Chan’s thigh and his hip and deeply inhale the smell of his sweat. Felix has always been feral for Chan when he's sweaty, and Chan has always found it stupidly endearing. “This is better than any kind of trophy.”
“We have all the time in the world, sweetheart. Take as much as you need,” Chan encourages. A hand on Felix’s cheek prompts him to look up and they lock eyes, mirroring each other’s smiles. “My pretty baby. Look at you, so gorgeous on your knees for Daddy. You’re so good to me, so thoughtful.”
Felix’s eyelids flutter. Chan can tell that the clarity of Felix's mind is blurring around the edges, letting the praises that pour from Chan’s lips wash over him like the warm waves of Bondi. He nods in agreement, turning his head and kissing the pulsing vein that runs along the underside of Chan’s fully-hard cock.
“Love you,” he murmurs softly, continuing to kiss his way up, pressing his thumb into the frenulum and listening intently as Chan gasps, his cock jumping in Felix’s loose grip. His fingers slip into Felix’s hair to hold on properly, the force of it pushing Felix’s head down a little.
“Feel so fucking good, baby. Don’t know how… h-how long I’ll last with you teasing l-like that,” Chan manages, his hips bucking up.
“Don’t have to hold back. Like you said, we have all the time in the world. You’ve never been the type to cum once, have you?” Felix questions, and there’s nothing but truth to his words. Chan’s stamina is insane, especially so since he and Felix got together, able to stave off his own orgasms until after he’s made the younger man cum on his tongue and fingers. This only marks the start of the night.
Felix finally, finally, wraps his lips around the leaking tip, but not before his cute and tiny, perfectly pink tongue darts out and laps up the bead of precum sitting at the slit. He lets out a guttural groan that sends euphoria sparking through Chan’s veins, head falling back against the sheets.
“God, Lix—”
Felix shushes him, though it’s not like he really has to, because Chan cuts himself off with a moan when Felix sucks the tip of his cock into his eager mouth. All at once, he takes Chan almost all the way, using his hand to cover what he doesn’t reach, several times over until he gags softly and pulls back, a string of spit hanging between his glossy lips and Chan’s cock.
“Fuck. Daddy—” Felix rasps. One look up and Chan is already pushing his head back down, understanding what Felix is asking for, feeling his boyfriend’s cheeks hollow obediently as Chan guides himself back down Felix’s hot, wet throat.
“S’it… good. I know you can do it, baby, always take all of what I give you, such a good boy. Just a bit more, little one, c’mon,” Chan urges. He feels Felix’s throat constricting around him but he doesn’t gag, doesn’t force himself to pull back.
Felix lets Chan push further, eyes watering as he struggles to take a breath, but still he doesn’t resist, and Chan doesn’t let up. They know their limits well enough, know how long to push at the buttons before it tips into being too much, and even then, Felix is always begging Chan to take it further, to let it tip into that euphoric state of overstimulation.
He gasps when Chan finally lets up, sliding all the way out until just the tip rests on Felix’s tongue. Tears streak his beautiful cheeks, lips swollen, and he looks up blearily at Chan, a blissed out look on his face. His eyes are glassy, telling Chan everything he needs to know.
“Oh, Lix. Look at you,” Chan coos. He pulls Felix up so that they’re face to face, both hands cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at Chan. “You’re such a good cockslut for me, baby. Was that a lot?”
Felix nods wordlessly, eyes pleading. He wants more, wants Chan to take it too far.
Chan clicks his tongue, pouting softly. “Oh, I know, baby. You felt so good, struggling to come up for air, huh? Bet you’d let yourself pass out again if I let you have your way,” he smiles. Felix moans wantonly, nods, palming needily at Chan’s spit-slicked cock.
“Daddy… need—”
“Shh, it’s okay, honey, I know. Let Daddy take all these clothes off of you, hm?”
Felix nods, lets himself be moved down down down, his blonde hair fanning out around his head like a halo, like the angel he is. He’s so pliant and easy as Chan gets his own shirt off and then quickly moves to Felix, working his clothes off of his body in deft movements, leaving him bared to Chan in no time. His pretty little cock lays hard against his stomach, leaking a steady stream of precum that Chan can’t help but swipe at and suck it into his mouth. He lets out a deep groan and shudders, eyes threatening to roll back in his head. Felix is always raving about how sweet Chan is, but his own taste… Chan would bottle it up to consume forever if he could.
Felix’s eyes are tracking Chan as he moves, but he’s not really there, a distant look in those beautiful pools of brown that Chan greedily eats up. Knowing that Felix trusts him implicitly when he’s vulnerable like this is a heady rush of its own, and the last thing that Chan would ever do is take advantage of it.
“My gorgeous, pretty baby. So easy for me, go down so easily. God, if you could see how stunning you look right now, honey…” Chan breathes. He leans down to move Felix’s hair from his beautiful face, heart aching at his love’s radiant beauty. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky with this.
Felix blinks back at him, a lazy smile brightening his face, and he hums softly as Chan peppers kisses along his nose, his lips, his jaw, down his chest and towards his stomach. He spends more time there, using a combination of kisses and his fingers raking along bare skin to elicit sweet shudders from Felix as he flexes and squirms under Chan’s ministrations.
“Daddy,” Felix whimpers, squirming impatiently.
“I know, love. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” Chan whimpers. He’s got a hand on Felix’s cock, quickly getting him riled up, as he fumbles blindly for the lube that’s already waiting on the nightstand.
It takes Chan no time to drizzle the lube onto his cock, getting himself wet as he works at Felix’s cock until he’s whining in pleasure, back arching off the bed. He cries out when Chan teases at the plug that’s buried in him, a wise choice from earlier Chan and Felix that knew they’d be too desperate at this stage to wait any longer. It’s pulled out without any delay, Chan leaning down to press his forehead’s to Felix’s.
“That’s it, baby, c’mere. Just let go, yeah? Don’t have to think anymore, not when I’m here,” Chan husks, notching the thick, hot blunt head of his aching cock against Felix’s entrance. It only takes a little impatient squirm from the younger for Chan to cave, a hand coming up to wrap around Felix’s lithe throat as he sinks home. “Fuck…”
Felix cries out, a long drawn-out wail of pleasure as Chan bottoms out, his body already relaxing even after it being so long. Neither of them had realised how busy they’d been, the fact that they hadn’t even gotten to do this, even Chan feels like he’s already approaching the edge as Felix clenches gently around him.
“God, you— y’re a fuckin’ dream, honey,” he gasps, hand tightening on Felix’s throat. His eyes are starting to roll back into his head, mouth slack and still soaked in spit and drool. Chan can’t help himself as he pushes two fingers in, rubbing against velvety gums and his tongue, feeling over the ridges of his teeth as Felix moans lewdly around the digits.
“Perfect mouth, perfect cock, perfect fucking body, you’re everything. Not a bit of you that wasn’t hand crafted by God’s love, so intent on making you an angel in human form,” Chan rambles on, drawing his hips back until only the tip remains buried inside Felix.
“My girl,” Chan growls possessively, and buries himself to the hilt in one swift thrust. A moan loud enough to be heard from the occupants on either side of the room is punched out of Felix and his body seizes up in pleasure, the first spurt of cum streaking his stomach and no doubt sticking to Chan’s, too. His hands fly to Chan’s back, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood, encouraging Chan to continue.
He quickly builds up a ruthless, desperate pace as he pistons his cock into Felix’s dizzyingly malleable body, the bed creaking with the force of Chan’s thrusts. The bed could break beneath them and Chan still wouldn’t stop, simply lifting Felix up and against a wall to continue pulling him towards the edge.
The sweet harmony of sounds that tumble from Felix’s perfect, heart-shaped lips are a litany of incoherent babbles, him switching between Chan and Daddy and keening noises of pleasure that make Chan’s cock throb in response. Not to mention, the sounds coming from Felix’s hole, the wet slaps of skin on skin as Chan fucks into him.
“Ha, you— y’hear that, baby? How fucking well you’re taking Daddy’s fat cock?” Chan grunts, pulling Felix back down onto his cock when a particularly hard thrust forces him further up the bed. “So— nngh… so easy, so r-ready for me whenever I need it. Need it just as bad, huh?”
Felix nods frantically, sobbing as Chan takes him apart. He’s only just cum and yet Chan can feel how close he is again, after such a short while, as he bears down repeatedly on Chan's cock. The tears fall freely, faster than Chan can wipe them away, and so he resorts to kissing away whatever he can, keeping his hand on Felix’s neck to keep him still.
“Oh, what’s wrong, baby? ‘S too much for you, huh? Cock feels so good, you can’t help but cry. That’s okay, baby. Feels so good for me, too. Gonna cum if I’m— if I’m not careful. Could fill you up with my babies,” Chan groans, feeling himself take a step closer to the edge when Felix moans and clenches tight around him in response. “Yeah? You want Daddy to fill you up with babies, leave you waddling around all big and swollen? Bet you’d love that, yeah?”
Another frantic nod, a moan that sounds more like an incoherent babble of words poorly strung together. Felix’s hands slip away from Chan’s back, no longer able to keep up with his pace.
“That’s okay. I got you, Lix. Sweet boy, you’re doin’ so good. Taking it so well, ‘m so proud of you. My boy,” Chan murmurs into his ear.
He mouthes at Felix's neck, fighting back the tears that threaten to well up. He has a million and one things he could tell Felix he loves about him, and it still wouldn't be enough for how much he feels. To have the privilege of loving Felix, being his person, getting him to feel good like he does now, is all something Chan treasures so close to his heart, determined to make Felix feel every ounce of that love that Chan harbours for him.
He reaches between them, wraps three fingers around Felix's little cock, sticky with the remnants of his first orgasm, and pumps him in tandem with the pace he's now struggling to keep up. Felix whines beneath him, trying to crane his neck up to kiss Chan, and who is he to deny Felix anything?
The sigh Felix exhales when their lips slot together fades into a breathy moan when Chan pulls his hips back, the head dragging over Felix's prostate. He does that once, twice, drinking up the sounds of pleasure that pour out of Felix's perfect mouth and letting them mix with his own noises.
"Fuck— not… 'm not lasting, sweet," Chan moans into his mouth, squeezing and fondling at Felix's cock. Felix shakes his head, a silent reply that he too, is on the same wavelength as Chan, arching into his touch as his entire body trembles with overstimulation.
Chan isn't that far off at all. All it takes is for Felix to go slack beneath him, his cock spurting out pathetic little ropes of cum, for Chan to follow close behind with a low growl rumbling in his throat, forcing himself as deep as he can go as he spills continuously into Felix.
"Fuck— so good, feel so good, little one. Take me so well, feel so fuckin' hot and wet 'n good, Lix. Love you, Daddy loves you so much. Thank you, thank you for letting me do this, love you," Chan whimpers, feeling the tears that wet his cheeks.
It takes a while for Chan to feel like he’s given everything he has for right now, something he’d been so embarrassed about at the start but grew to accept once he saw how feral it made Felix. He can already feel the cum leaking out around his cock as he gently strokes Felix’s face, waiting for him to slowly come back up.
“Mm. Sore,” Felix rasps. He accepts the water bottle Chan quickly brings to his lips, drinking diligently until Chan is satisfied.
“I went a little hard. ‘M sorry,” Chan sighs, kissing Felix’s jaw. His boyfriend shakes his head, carding his fingers through Chan’s hair.
“I liked it. You know that,” Felix snorts. “Promise you’ll keep going at that pace for the next round?”
“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, love, let alone drive a car,” Chan laughs.
Felix shrugs. “I was always meant to be your passenger princess, anyway.”