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It's been another long and tiring week at work. Standing in the doorway of his small apartment, Felix takes a moment to fill his lungs with air, holding his breath for as long as physically possible before letting it all rush out.
His home greets him, quiet and comfortable, a stark contrast to the constant hubbub in the office. Felix is almost greedy in the way he kicks off his shoes and half-runs, half-skids his way over to the couch, where the expensive throw blanket he'd bought as a gift to himself envelops him in a warm embrace.
He lies there, facedown, for an unknown amount of time, only moving when his body starts protesting the position he'd ended up in. At least it's a Friday, he thinks, rolling over onto his back. Thanks to his past self for refusing any social activities this weekend, his present self can now look forward to at least ten hours of sleep on both days…after he finishes today's chores, that is.
Reinvigorated with that thought, Felix pushes himself upright and heads for the kitchen. His stomach is pleading for attention, unhappy with the offerings the office's cafeteria had today, and it doesn't take him long to put together a simple meal from the ingredients left in his fridge.
He eats cross-legged on the floor, plate tipping precariously on the edge of his coffee table while a glass of iced diet soda sweats, a perfect ring of water leaving its mark on the table's surface. The television casts flickers of light and shadow across the room, but then his phone pings with a notification, and Felix completely forgets about the game show that's airing right now.
Felix hurries to set his fork down before it drops and sends bits of food everywhere. He needs his full attention for his phone — the rest of his meal can wait.
The notification comes from an adult content creator — the only adult content creator — he follows, and it's telling him that there's a newly uploaded video waiting for him. Felix hesitates, thumb hovering over the notification, because he knows that once he clicks on it, he's going to forget about the rest of his to-do list.
Ultimately, he decides to be responsible. He tucks his phone away under the couch cushions in hopes that he'll forget the gadget exists until he gets all his chores done. If there's any form of motivation that will get him moving, it's this.
Once his apartment is tidied up to the best of his abilities, Felix hops into the shower and treats himself to an everything shower. He scrubs and shampoos until he feels the cleanest he's felt in weeks, then spends far too long on his skincare as he hums along to his favourite playlist.
Then, smelling like a garden and dressed in nothing but boyshorts, he emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of residual steam and one singular goal in mind: to finish off the night with a minimum of three orgasms.
His heart is a wild mess within the confines of his ribs. He takes a few moments to unearth his favourite dildo from the bedside drawer and gives it a good wash, then all but leaps into his bed. The lights are dimmed and the air is cool, and Felix swipes to his notifications screen. There are a bunch of notifications, including a bunch of messages from his friends and one missed call from Jisung, but Felix doesn't care about any of those.
All he cares about is the one notification by a man who goes by the sole initial H.
ccrm884720 • 3h ago
have a good friday evening
The accompanying thumbnail is unassuming — well, Felix can barely see anything to begin with, apart from a dark square. Anticipation gnaws at him, and as he settles back against his pillows, he clicks on it.
There's a brief pause, then the Twitter app loads and brings him straight to the video. Felix recognises the background instantly — it's the same room most of H's videos are shot in, with the edge of a bookshelf in the background, the soft glow of a floor lamp, the same expensive desk chair. The chair is empty, but Felix knows it won't be for long.
Music trickles through his phone speakers, yet another classical jazz piece that Felix has grown to appreciate through all the videos he's watched. He wets his lips, and the second he sees movement, his stomach swoops in the way he's come to associate with H.
The man himself appears on screen, stepping briefly into the puddle of light from the lamp before settling into his seat. Felix's mouth dries up at the sight of him; despite the black mask covering most of his face, Felix knows this man is devastatingly handsome. Everything in his gut tells him so, and he's always been the type of person to follow his gut.
But Felix's attention is soon drawn down south, down to the hard line evident between the apex of the man's legs. Despite the fabric covering it, Felix can already picture it in his mind. Thanks to the quality of the camera, Felix is intimately familiar with every inch of H's cock, from the veins that run up the underside to the specific flare of the head.
Most importantly, he will never forget the shine of the barbells — the first time he saw them, he came all over his fingers in minutes. Once he caught his breath, with his still shaky, still sticky fingers, he Googled what those exact piercings were.
A frenum and a lorum, two piercings he never knew were possible, and that he never knew would be so hot.
H shifts on screen, and Felix watches as those legs spread a little wider. Hips lift, the sweatpants inch downwards, and an elegant hand dips past the waistband to pull out what Felix really wants to see.
It's not the longest nor the thickest Felix has ever seen, but Felix thinks it's the most perfect dick in existence. If he got to choose between a million dollars and a night spent with that dick inside him, he'd choose the latter in a heartbeat.
Alas, he's forced to settle for these videos, not that he's really complaining.
On screen, eyes lidded and shoulders relaxed, H works a dollop of lube along the length of his cock. His grip is loose, the veins on the back of his hand visible even in the dim light, and a swipe of his thumb across the piercings has them gleaming bright.
Exhaling, Felix shoves his underwear down to his knees and gets a hand between his legs. He's already wet and feeling empty, and the first touch of his fingertips to his clit has him gasping.
He starts slow because H starts slow, and Felix always tries to time it so they come at the same time. It's a little challenge of sorts that he's given himself, and he's proud to say that most of the time, he succeeds.
It helps that H's videos are always straight to the point. The man doesn't beat around the bush and doesn't make a show of it; he just gets himself off and looks delicious while doing it. Felix appreciates that, because he's seen his fair share of cringeworthy porn content, and he's more than ready to keep all that far, far away from him.
When H starts twisting his grip on the upstroke, Felix sinks two fingers into himself and grinds up against the heel of his hand. A moan tumbles free, ears ringing with the rough breaths coming from the man locked away in his phone.
Another reason why Felix enjoys H's videos is how long the man can last. It's not even edging — H can keep a hand on himself the whole time, cock flushed and leaking, and he'll work himself nice and slow until Felix is all but begging to come.
It seems it's the same this time around. When three fingers no longer provide enough of a stretch, Felix reaches for the dildo with slicked digits, the pads already starting to wrinkle from moisture, and eases the silicone in. It disappears into him inch by inch, and he keeps going until all that's left is the base he's gripping.
Even though it goes against everything his body wants, Felix makes sure he keeps pace with H. It's agonising but in the best ways possible, all aching cunt and sore thighs, and Felix knows the orgasm will be life-changing.
Each slide of the dildo inside him is a sad mockery of what he truly wants, but Felix isn't about to cry over something he can never have. So he continues fucking himself with his toy, eyes dry from how hard he's staring at the screen, and finds himself wondering — not for the first time — what H's precome tastes like.
Then H grunts, a low, throaty sound that has Felix's cunt clenching, and he spills white all over his fist. It's explicit permission, and Felix hurtles after him into his own orgasm, hips bucking off the bed as he clamps down around his toy. He forces his eyes open in time to see H's grip slacken, a trail of come sliding down a long finger and onto the floor, and he leaves the dildo nestled inside him as he rubs furiously at his swollen clit.
The second orgasm hits him fast, and his own moans drown out the sounds from the video, wetness leaking out around the toy and onto the sheets beneath. He's making as much of a mess as H is, perhaps even more, and Felix doesn't even care about the load of laundry that's waiting for him once his fun is over.
He stares up at the ceiling, vision blurry, and gulps in lungfuls of air.
Two out of three done. He's got one more to go.
When he has half a mind to lift his phone up to eye-level, Felix sees that the video has already ended. No matter, all he has to do is scroll to the next video — a rare fully nude video, shot from the neck down — and let his imagination wander.
Barely ten minutes later, he's shaking through his third orgasm. His clit throbs under his touch and his hole is sore from the constant stretch, but this is the first time in the whole week he's felt so content.
Utterly spent, Felix lies in his own mess, limbs akimbo, and waits for his heart rate to slow. Perhaps it's a little sad to think about it this way, but out of everyone who has managed to make him come, H is the only one who has never let him down.
When he's no longer gasping for breath and energy has seeped back into his body, Felix hauls himself upright and surveys the state of his bed. His underwear is missing, his inner thighs are sticky, and there is a slight chance he may have to burn his duvet cover instead of simply washing it.
Felix shrugs. Oh well, this is a good price to pay for all those orgasms. He certainly isn't about to complain.
The first thing he does is strip his bed, and he makes sure to add a little extra detergent before starting the cycle. After a quick shower, he fixes himself a post-orgasm snack and pulls out fresh sheets. He does a messy job of it, but it's enough for him to slip back under the covers and succumb to the allure of slumber.
If he has a really nice and detailed wet dream involving a certain someone's dick, that's for him to know and for no one to find out.
"You're coming with me, right?"
It's lunchtime on a Wednesday afternoon, which means Felix has escaped the stifling rows of cubicles in his office for Minho's cat café. There's a Siamese sitting right on top of his bare feet, a large croissant in front of him, and a Ragdoll's tail swishing dangerously close to his mug of floral tea.
The café is packed, but Minho runs it like a drill sergeant, to the point where he can entertain Felix for lunch without having to worry about his staff.
"For your piercings? Yeah," Felix answers, mouth full of buttery goodness. "Are you sure you really want to get three at once, though? I've heard it's a bad idea."
Minho scoffs and pushes a tiny dish of herb butter over to Felix.
"It's called being time efficient. Besides, I'm getting used to sleeping solely on my back, so the healing process shouldn't be too bad."
Smearing a dollop of butter on his already buttered croissant, Felix cuts another piece off and pops it into his mouth.
"Okay, if you say so. When is your appointment again? Tomorrow?"
With a grunt of confirmation, Minho bends to pick up a tabby and cradles it against his chest. The cat purrs, a rich sound that Felix is able to hear even across the table, and snuggles in like it's its birthright. Felix supposes it is.
"I'll come pick you up after work," Minho says, face obscured by cat fur. "Don't be late!"
Felix bursts through the glass doors to see Minho's car rolling up to the pick-up point. Great timing, he thinks, bouncing happily on the balls of his feet while the car slows to a stop. Waiting amongst this crowd — not that he does that often — always feels so stifling.
He hops into the passenger seat and puts his seatbelt on.
"Alright, let's go get some holes put into your ear. What are we having for dinner?"
"Whatever's next door," Minho answers without missing a beat, and puts the car into drive.
It's a quick drive, considering the fact that they're on the road during rush hour. Minho seems a little too calm for someone who's about to have a whole ear out of commission, but he's whistling along to the song on the radio and looking completely unbothered.
"Are you nervous?"
"Just for a few piercings? Nah. Were you nervous when you got yours done?"
Felix touches the shell of his ear, suddenly mourning the loss of the few piercings that closed.
"A little," he admits. "I was young! You never told me why you suddenly wanted to get them done, by the way."
"Jisung says piercings are hot. I wanna be hot. And this is a surprise for him; he knows I'm getting them, just not when."
A pause, then Felix snorts so hard his nose hurts. Any random person would assume Minho is joking, but Felix knows him better than that. They've been friends for years, meeting through Jisung whom he's known for even longer, and statements like this are completely up Minho's alley.
"Makes sense," he says once the wave of laughter passes. "Piercings are quite hot."
It's hard not to think about a certain pair of piercings when those words leave his mouth, but he manages to force those thoughts away — this is definitely not the time nor place.
It takes a fair bit of time to find a parking spot, but they still make it on time for Minho's appointment. Felix glances up at the shop's sign — need(le)s. — and chuckles.
"How very millennial of them. How'd you find this place?"
"Jisung," Minho answers. "He's been thinking of getting a tattoo from one of the guys here and wants me to scope out the place."
Felix shoots him a look, one that Minho spots. His friend shrugs and pushes the heavy wooden door open.
"The vibes, you know? He wants me to scope out the vibes."
"The vibes," he echoes, and follows Minho into the shop.
A wind chime tinkles when they enter, and what he sees inside takes him by surprise. He'd expected something less…whimsical, especially for a tattoo and piercing shop, but there's no better word to describe the vibes of this place.
Soft jazz fills the space, a sound that tickles the corner of Felix's mind, but his eyes are too stimulated for him to give music much thought. The walls are awash in a shade of mossy green, the surfaces covered with Polaroids and random sketches. The air smells faintly of saffron and vetiver mixed with the unique scent of plants and fresh earth, and a huge, fluffy beanbag takes up an entire corner.
To top it all off, a huge ornate mirror leaning against one wall reflects the sunlight pouring in, sending pale gold splashing throughout the shop.
"Hello," a cheerful voice says, and Felix tears his eyes away from the beanbag to see an equally cheerful face in front of him. "How can I help you?"
Felix pushes Minho forward with a smile.
"Minho," his friend says by means of an introduction, "I have an appointment with Chan?"
"Ah! You're right on time. You're here for piercings, yes?"
Upon Minho's confirmation, Chan leads Minho further into the shop and leaves Felix to his own devices. He can still hear them converse, the two discussing what piercings Minho wants and what jewellery he wishes to wear. But he soon tunes them out in favour of studying the sketches displayed on the wall.
They're simply pencil sketches on notebook paper, some coloured, torn free from the binding and complete with frayed edges and crinkled surfaces. But the sketches are beautiful, and it's clear they're done by someone with a passion for art.
He gradually makes his way along the walls, and he gets so engrossed by the sketches that he walks right into something cold and solid. It rattles at the impact, and Felix looks down to see a metal tray with several assorted bottles wobbling on its surface.
He's straightening the bottles when someone nearby says, "Don't worry about it."
Felix sets the last bottle upright and takes a careful step back, not wanting to bump into anything else. Once he's sure he's in a safe spot, he looks up in the direction of the voice and feels his blood turn cold.
He knows, logically speaking, that the face belonging to the person seated a few feet away is one he's never seen before. They've never met before, after all. But his gut is screaming at him that he does know this person, and that he knows this person in ways not many do.
He recognises this man's eyes.
It's ccrm884720. It's H.
He didn't even know they lived in the same country, let alone the same city, but there's no doubt this is him.
Felix's mind shuts down.
H is talking — Felix can see his mouth moving, but his ears are not working, and he's not processing a single thing that's being said. All he's aware of is the frantic surge of his pulse and the heat rising up his neck.
Then Minho barks out his name and Felix jerks like he's been hot-wired.
"Did work kill your brain cells or something? Come here, help me check the placements."
Felix swallows past the dry lump in his throat and tears his gaze away from the man who's been haunting every wet dream he's had for over a year. He feels those very eyes on his back as he fumbles his way over to Minho, and he somehow focuses just enough to assure Minho everything looks fine.
Then his services are no longer needed and he finds himself drifting back to the walls. He does aim for the farthest wall in an attempt to hide himself, but his efforts soon prove futile.
He smells him first, like a whiff of cherry pie.
"Are you into tattoos?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Felix sees H standing next to him. The man has nearly half a head on him, a fact that has Felix feeling a little dizzy. As if that wasn't enough, he's also got a faint rasp to his voice that Felix is trying desperately not to focus on, because he's got delicate underwear on and they do not do a good job of soaking up fluid.
"I, uh, tattoos?"
"Mm, these are my flash pieces. They're up for adoption, if you're so inclined. I only do each piece once."
Felix blinks at the nearest sketch. It's a basket of strawberries, the sketch intricate despite its small size, and coloured in what looks like watercolour paints.
"Oh." He clears his throat and hopes he sounds sane. "Are you a tattoo artist?"
"Chan and I both do tattoos and piercings, but he prefers the latter while I prefer the former."
"Oh," Felix repeats. He wets his lips and points to the berries. "This one is really cute."
When H hums, Felix feels it in his bones.
"Yeah? I think it would suit you."
Is the air conditioning working in here? Felix feels like he's about to melt right out of his shoes. He continues staring at the wall, because if he turns around and meets the other's gaze, he might actually prove that spontaneous human combustion is real.
Minho hollers in the background, likely because he's getting a needle shoved through his ear cartilage, and the sudden burst of sound sends Felix jumping ten feet into the air.
"Did you come just to accompany your…friend? Boyfriend?"
"Friend," Felix says. "Yeah, his boyfriend convinced him to get three piercings in one go, and he needed someone to come to bear witness to the fact he's not a wuss."
Another hum. Felix fights back a shiver and tries not to think about how his nipples are pebbling under his shirt.
He watches as a hand — fuck, he's imagined having those very fingers inside him — reaches out and peels the strawberry sketch off the wall. The sound of paper being manipulated soon cuts through Minho's string of curses.
"Here." The sketch, now carefully folded, is held out to him. "Keep it. If one day you so desire, you can come back and get it tattooed."
Felix accepts the gift, careful not to crease any edges as he slips it into his pocket.
"Thank you."
"Of course."
Minho groans then, a long, drawn-out sound that has Chan giggling.
"This is what it feels like to take a shit in hell, I'm pretty sure. In fact, you can take my word for it."
Felix turns around and sees his friend holding up a mirror to his face. Even though he can't make out the piercings from here, he can see how red Minho's ear is, so perhaps his friend is speaking some truth.
"Not a lot of people get three piercings on one ear at a time," Chan says, taking the mirror back, "but you seem like you can handle it."
"Oh, I'll handle it," Minho nods. "By the way, you guys do prescription painkillers here too or nah?"
Chan bursts out laughing.
Later that night, when Felix is home and he has somewhat come to terms with the fact that he knows who the owner of his dream cock is, he pulls the sketch out from his pocket.
Gingerly, like he's handling a priceless antique, he unfolds the sketch. The basket of strawberries come into view, but Felix's attention is soon snatched away by something else. There, tucked into the sketch, is a name card.
It smells faintly of the tattoo and piercing shop, the colour a few shades lighter than the mossy walls. Felix stares down at the name embossed on the card paper in a matte black ink: Hwang Hyunjin.
"Oh my god," he utters faintly. "I know his name."
He spends so long staring at the name that when he finally notices the phone number perched right underneath, it feels as though someone has smacked him right across the face.
Not only does he have Dream Cock™️'s name, he also has his phone number?
Felix sinks down onto the couch, name card still pinched between his thumb and forefinger. What are the odds? They're in the same country, the same city, and Minho (Jisung, technically speaking) managed to pick the very shop that he works in?
A tiny little voice in Felix's head squeaks out this is fate!, but Felix is quick to stomp it out. He absolutely cannot think about it this way; it's foolish and impossible, and it'll surely lead to some form of heartbreak in the future.
So he slips the name card into a random drawer within reach and throws an arm over his eyes. The day has been way too eventful, and what he should do is shower and go straight to bed. Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll —
His phone pings.
ccrm884720 • now
found some really delicious strawberries today
Felix promptly chokes on his spit.
He hurries to load the app, somehow managing to lock his phone and take a screenshot at the same time while doing so.
The app loads, then the tweet loads, and a strangled noise lodges itself somewhere in Felix's throat.
It's a photo set. A nude one, of course, considering the type of content H — Hyunjin — puts out. The man's standing in front of a mirror, the top of which cuts off at neck-level. One hand holds the phone while the other cradles a little wicker basket of strawberries, the image not unlike the sketch that's now in Felix's possession.
The basket's positioned strategically over Hyunjin's crotch, but it's not enough to hide everything. The head peeks out from behind a berry, the piercing catching the light, and Felix feels his cunt clench around nothing like it's been conditioned to do.
For the first time ever, he wishes he had told someone about Hyunjin's existence. He needs advice, and asking his friends if he should text the stranger he's been getting off to would require a lot of backstory that he's not sure he's ready to give.
But what are the odds that Hyunjin would post something on the day they met referencing a sketch he gave Felix? Felix believes in coincidences, maybe more than the average person does, but surely this is anything but a coincidence.
He sets his phone down and takes a breath.
Shower first, because he always thinks best in the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, with his hair still wet and a glob of moisturiser smeared down his thigh, he makes a decision. He is aware, somewhat, that he's not exactly thinking with his brain, but there should always be a tinge of recklessness in one's life, right?
He hops into fresh underwear, squeezes more water out of his hair, and runs back into the living room for his phone. When he's got the device in hand, he retrieves the name card from its drawer.
Me [21:49:20]: hi, you gave me your card and that sketch today?
Me [21:49:55]: i think i'll come get that tattooed
He doesn't even have time to second-guess his decision before a reply comes in.
Hyunjin [21:50:13]: hey, was hoping to hear from you
Hyunjin [21:50:21]: sure, when are you free?
Me [21:50:29]: saturday?
Hyunjin [21:51:24]: unfortunately i'm booked full that day
Hyunjin [21:51:38]: unless you're willing to come in after closing?
Me [21:51:52]: yeah, yeah i could do that
Hyunjin [21:52:04]: see you then :)
Felix takes a few seconds to process the fact that he has a tattoo appointment with Dream Cock™️ in a few days, then switches back to the Twitter app.
He likes Hyunjin's latest post and closes the app.
The days pass in a simmering, horny blur. Then Saturday rolls around.
He cancels lunch with Seungmin and Changbin, citing stomach issues, which isn't a complete lie, considering how his stomach is eating itself from the nerves. His friends accept his excuse, and while it does make Felix feel a little guilty, he promises himself he'll make it up to them later.
Most of the day is spent in a daze. At least he remembers to feed himself and manages to get his laundry done, but otherwise, he rots on his couch and tries not to overthink.
When his alarm goes off two hours before he's due to leave the house, a wave of nausea hits him right in the gut. He forces himself to take a shower, where he uses his best products and breaks in a brand new razor. He hasn't shaved for another person in a while, usually because he simply can't be bothered, but there's something about the act of shaving that keeps his mind blessedly empty.
He opts for a pair of comfortable sweats and a fitted baby tee, and when he gives himself a critical once-over in his mirror, he thinks he looks good. Fresh-faced, soft skin, the tiniest peek of his midriff…His hair is a little unruly, but he's been told by people (okay, Jisung, who is most definitely biased) that it gives him charm.
There's no backing out now, he thinks, sliding the sketch into his pocket. Whatever happens, happens.
When he gets to the shop, he sees a large, wooden sign hanging on the door: CLOSED! Felix ignores it and pushes the door open.
There's a vase of fresh roses sitting on a side table by the door, and Felix stops to stroke one of the blooms before he ventures further inside. Apart from the roses, the shop looks just like how he remembers it from a few days ago. It smells the same and sounds the same, and when he rounds a corner to see Hyunjin sitting by a tattoo chair, the swoop in his gut feels the same, too.
Previously, he never gave himself a chance to really look at the man. He may have intimate knowledge of his naked body, but Hyunjin's face is still brand-new territory.
So he takes that chance now. The man's hair, black and choppy, is swept up into a bun so messy it would've made girls back in 2010 swoon. He's got a proud nose and a gentle mouth, and a jawline so sharp it could tear down walls.
Hyunjin smiles when he spots Felix, a soft curve of full lips that has Felix's heart stuttering.
"Hey, sorry for asking you to come so late. Have you had dinner?"
"Yeah, I did. Did you?"
"No, but that's alright. I'm not hungry right now."
Felix's brows furrow. "Maybe you should eat something anyway? It's not good to skip meals. The café next door has this milk toast thing with cream and fruit, it's really good."
Hyunjin's smile simply grows wider.
"That's my favourite thing on their menu. But no, really, I'm fine. I'll get something later, I promise." He gestures to the tattoo chair. "Shall we?"
The nerves spring up again, but Felix moves without a falter in his step. When he's within arm's reach, he pulls the sketch out of his pocket and offers it to Hyunjin.
"That's yours," Hyunjin says with a shake of his head. "I don't need it; I already redrew it from memory."
He waves an iPad around and Felix glimpses the basket of strawberries on its screen.
"Let me go print this out in a few different sizes, then we can discuss placement."
He rolls away on a stool, leaving Felix to stew in his anticipation for a few minutes until he returns with a sheet of paper.
"This design would probably look better if it's small," Hyunjin says, "but of course the decision remains yours."
"I think it's cuter if it's smaller."
"Yeah?" Hyunjin points at the smallest image and Felix nods. "Do you want to test it out with the stencil first?"
Felix shakes his head. "I don't need to, I'm good with this size."
Nodding, Hyunjin wheels off again, and Felix soon hears the whirring of another machine. He feels a little…disoriented. Hyunjin's acting extraordinarily professional — friendly and kind, sure, but there's nothing in his demeanour that suggests he views Felix as anything more than another client.
Felix grimaces, feeling like a proper idiot. Did he misinterpret that photo set? Was the entire strawberry thing a coincidence? Maybe Hyunjin slipped him his name card for the sake of business.
For a second, Felix considers just calling the whole tattoo thing off. But Hyunjin is rolling back towards him with a smaller piece of thermal paper in hand, and Felix's instinct to flee evaporates.
"Have you decided where you want this tattooed?"
Felix meets Hyunjin's gaze, but he stays quiet. Hyunjin, understandably so, takes that as a negative.
"Is this your first tattoo?" When Felix nods, he continues, "Well, most people go for somewhere simple for their first one, especially if it's a small piece like this. Wrist, upper arm, back of the neck —"
"I was thinking the inner thigh."
Hyunjin cuts himself off at his statement, and Felix knows he did not hallucinate the way the man's pupils dilated.
"Ah," Hyunjin eventually utters. "That's a…that's a good spot. Let me just go ahead and prepare the stencil."
He moves with the speed of someone who has done this hundreds of times, and it isn't long before he's pulling on a pair of black latex gloves. The sight of those fingers in black latex is not something Felix would've considered hot, but he's always willing to be corrected.
"You'll need to take your pants off for this," Hyunjin says. "I can get you a blanket or —"
"No need," Felix interjects.
He hops off the edge of the tattoo chair and hooks a thumb into his waistband. Hyunjin's gaze flickers down, drawn by the movement, and to Felix's delight, it lingers.
A push, a little shimmy, and his sweatpants soon pool around his ankles. After toeing off his shoes so he won't trip over his own feet, he steps out of his pants and leaves them on a nearby chair.
The placement of his tattoo is something he thought of in the shower, specifically while shaving. Thighs are hot, aren't they? It's also why he'd chosen to wear his favourite underwear, a blue-grey, lacy thing that is a perfect blend of sweet and sexy.
He picks up on Hyunjin's inhale, and that one faint sound brings him newfound confidence.
He hops up onto the tattoo bed, feeling the disposable sheet shift under him as he gets comfortable, and looks up to see Hyunjin's jaw set tight. Felix watches his throat work, catches the grip he has on a bottle filled with soapy water.
It soon passes, Hyunjin quick to get a handle on whatever he's feeling and reverting back to professionalism.
"I'll have to clean your skin before applying the stencil," Hyunjin says, his voice even. "Do you have a preference for which thigh?"
"No, you can choose."
Hyunjin ends up going with the right, likely because it's easier for him to access, considering their positions. He leans in close and presses a gloved finger to a spot in the middle of his inner thigh. Demure, safe.
"Here?"
Felix hums in (mock) thought. "I think it can go a little higher."
Emboldened by god-knows-what, Felix closes his fingers around Hyunjin's wrist and pulls his hand up, stopping only when Hyunjin's fingertip stops a couple of inches from the seam of his thigh.
"Here's good."
But he doesn't let go, and he can feel the man's pulse pushing against the thin skin of his wrist. Then he nods, and he's gentle as he cleans the skin with soapy water and a paper towel, patting the area dry before getting the gel ready. It's cold at first touch, but there's plenty to distract him from the cold in the form of Hyunjin's thumb spreading the gel over his skin.
The stencil goes on, and Hyunjin waits for Felix's approval on the placement before he readies his equipment. When the tattoo machine turns on, Hyunjin meets Felix's eyes and offers him an encouraging smile.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay? We can always take breaks."
Felix nods, and Hyunjin's head lowers back down.
It hurts, like a million ant bites dragging through his flesh, but Felix focuses on Hyunjin's profile instead of the pain. It's almost endearing, how concentrated Hyunjin is on his work. Perhaps even admirable, considering Felix's state of undress — he's not one to brag, but simply taking off his pants has always worked for him when it comes to bagging a sexual partner he desires.
Hyunjin's got the tiniest furrow between his brows that Felix would love to smooth out with his fingers. It's clear the man takes pride in his art and that he's not one to do subpar work even if he's had a long day. Truly a professional, and the non-horny part of Felix's brain, however small it may be, is glad that his first impulse tattoo will turn out wonderfully.
"Am I that interesting to look at?"
Felix hums. "Yeah."
"In a good way?"
"Yeah," Felix laughs.
Hyunjin twists around for the red ink and sets the needle back onto Felix's skin.
"Are you cold? I have a throw you could put over your other leg."
"No, I'm actually a little warm."
A strawberry soon forms, red and ripe and juicy. The surrounding skin is flushed, almost sun-kissed.
"You're also a little wet."
Felix pinks, but he's not about to deny it.
"I know you know."
"What do I know?"
Typically, Felix wouldn't be the type to play this back-and-forth game. But there's nothing typical about this night whatsoever.
"You know that I know who you are."
During the silence that follows, Hyunjin colours in another strawberry. He wipes away a few specks of blood and smooths more petroleum jelly across the skin.
"How did you recognise me?"
"Your eyes," Felix answers simply. "I'd recognise them anywhere."
Hyunjin starts on the third berry, his knuckles just barely brushing against the damp gusset of Felix's panties as he shifts for better access. Felix's sharp inhale does not go unnoticed.
"You've been following me for a while, it seems."
"Since before you started posting videos." Even with a needle currently jabbing at his skin, it takes a whole lot of willpower for Felix to stay still. "I'm a loyal donator, you know."
"Oh?" Hyunjin nudges Felix's legs further apart and inches closer. Good god, Felix would do anything for some form of pressure on his clit right now. "How loyal?"
"Ten bucks a month for like, a year and a half."
"So you've given me almost two hundred dollars out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Out of appreciation," Felix corrects. "You've given me dozens of wonderful orgasms, I had to thank you somehow."
Hyunjin mutters something under his breath that sounds very much like a swear word, although Felix supposes he will never know for sure.
"I just need another twenty minutes," Hyunjin says, sounding close to begging. "Just give me twenty minutes."
Felix acquiesces with a smile.
Twenty-three minutes later, Hyunjin is cleaning the tattoo once more. The water feels wonderfully cool against his heated skin, the area red and tender but otherwise relatively pain-free now that the tattooing process is over.
After the SecondSkin is on and Hyunjin has drilled the aftercare process into Felix's still-horny brain, the artist pulls off his gloves and exhales.
Felix feels like his entire body is buzzing. He tracks Hyunjin's every action, and when he sees the man's gaze fall back between his legs, he knows he's about to get what he's been dreaming of for months.
"You can take a picture."
Hyunjin's eyes flick to his.
"Of?"
"Take your pick." He peers down at Hyunjin's lap and sees something that makes his mouth water. "Although I think I can guess what you'd rather take a picture of."
Hyunjin wets his lips.
"What do you want?"
It's not a hostile question. It's genuine curiosity, like he's open to all answers and open to considering these answers.
"Whatever you want," Felix says. He sits up and swings his legs over the side of the chair, mindful of friction against his new tattoo. His feet end up inches from the curve of Hyunjin's knee, and Hyunjin doesn't move away. "I mean, you were the one who gave me the sketch and your name card."
"You're right. But I don't usually do this. Actually, I've never done this, despite what my content might suggest. There was just something about you that made me want to try, especially when I realised that you knew who I was. I was hoping you'd come back, I just didn't really plan for what would happen after you did."
He's so different compared to what Felix has imagined. Granted, he never had enough information to form a complete impression of the man, but Felix never expected this.
"Do you really want to know what I want?"
Hyunjin nods, looking adorably earnest while doing so, and Felix's heart promptly seizes, something that doesn't usually happen when he just wants to get laid.
"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
Hyunjin stares at him, looking like he can't quite believe his ears. Felix waits patiently for the words to click and for the intent behind his words to smack Hyunjin right across the face — when it finally does, Hyunjin presses the heel of a hand against his erection and sighs.
"Okay. Okay, but not here."
"What?"
He must have sounded so distraught, for Hyunjin huffs in amusement and wheels himself closer. A warm hand comes to rest on one of Felix's bare knees, then the other, and he lets Hyunjin spread his legs apart.
"Personally, I would like to have a bed nearby," Hyunjin elaborates. "But I could touch you here first, if you want? Get the edge off?"
Felix can feel himself light up like a Christmas tree. This is not the time to feel any sort of embarrassment or shame, and is in fact the time to be greedy. Upon seeing the look on his face, Hyunjin has to laugh.
"Come here, it's a health hazard to do anything on this chair."
He helps Felix off the tattoo chair and leads him over to a desk tucked away in a corner of the room, a desk Felix never noticed, thanks to the surrounding pots of plants hiding it away from view. It's Hyunjin's work area, he realises, the little alcove filled with various bits and pieces of art.
Hyunjin has him sit on the desk chair, one of those fancy mesh ones with lumbar support.
"Mouth? Fingers?"
Felix frowns. "I can't decide. How am I supposed to choose?"
"Hm," Hyunjin says, and gets onto his knees between Felix's thighs. "Both, then."
He hooks the backs of Felix's knees over the armrests and sweeps a thumb over the still-reddened skin surrounding Felix's tattoo. Felix is pretty sure his underwear is soaked through by now.
"I can touch you?"
"Might kick you in the face if you don't," Felix says, sweet as pie.
With the edge of his nail, Hyunjin draws a line down a seam of Felix's clothed cunt, over the jut of his clit and down to where he's all but leaking. Then he peels the sodden material away, thumb holding it aside, and leans in to drag his tongue from hole to clit.
Felix's head falls back, bouncing off the edge of the chair's back, and he chokes around his own moan. He knows he's not going to last long, not when it feels like he's about to come with just a few flicks of Hyunjin's tongue across his clit. But he tries to hang in there, because you best bet he's going to try and milk this experience for all it's worth.
His hips move of their own accord, grinding against the heat of Hyunjin's mouth. Hyunjin lets him, happy to let Felix take what he wants. It gets messy, Felix's wetness smearing all over Hyunjin's mouth and down his chin, even getting onto the bridge of his nose when Felix's hips start jerking a little too much.
Felix comes with a shout, knees clamping shut around Hyunjin's head as he shakes in his seat. Hyunjin licks him through it, mindful to keep each pass of his tongue slow and gentle. But once Felix's breathing starts to slow, he slides two long fingers into him and seals his lips around that plump little clit.
It's too much too soon, but god, is it good. Felix's moans break off into choppy, pitched whines, and he keeps Hyunjin's mouth latched onto his cunt with a hand pressed to the back of the artist's head.
Those evil, dexterous fingers inside him curl just right, dragging over spots that make his knees go weak. His second orgasm is relentless, triggered with one harsh suck of his clit and a third finger easing inside and spreading him wide.
He spills out against Hyunjin's mouth in a gush, whole body burning at the sound of his own wetness hitting the hardwood floor.
When Hyunjin finally grants him mercy and pulls off his cunt, Felix grabs onto his jaw and hauls him close.
"Please let me kiss you."
Hyunjin answers with that itself, and Felix kisses him until the taste of himself is gone. He breaks the kiss to eye the kiss-bruised swell of Hyunjin's lips and gives himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done.
Then he takes in the state of the rest of the man's face and blushes. He fumbles for a pack of wet wipes on the table — Hyunjin laughs once he sees, but he stays still and lets Felix clean him up.
"Let me, uh, get the floor too. Sorry for the mess, I should've probably given you a heads up."
"I wouldn't have done anything different even if you did," Hyunjin shrugs, getting his own wet wipe from the pack.
They clean up the floor, and Felix blushes all over again when he sees the wet spots on Hyunjin's pants.
"Nothing a washing machine can't handle," Hyunjin says, passing Felix's sweatpants back to him.
Felix hops into them, ignoring the discomfort of wearing thoroughly wet underwear under pants. He chances a glance at Hyunjin and is more than pleased to see he's still hard as a rock.
Hyunjin, of course, catches him looking.
"If you still want what you said you want, my place is nearby."
Felix dusts imaginary dirt off his shirt and looks expectantly at Hyunjin.
"Let's go."
After a ten-minute ride on Hyunjin's motorcycle — because of course he rides a motorcycle —, they arrive at a nondescript apartment block. Felix had spent the entire journey trying not to focus on the faint thrumming between his legs and the sheer proximity of the man he was holding onto, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he succeeded.
They file into the small elevator with a middle-aged woman and her toy poodle, and the dog spends the whole ride sniffing at Felix's ankles. He bids the poodle goodbye with a little wave when they step off the elevator, smiling when its tail wags in response, and turns to see Hyunjin gazing at him.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just that I've lived here for almost three years and that dog has never once paid me any attention."
Felix grins. "Animals love me, what can I say?"
"It seems like it, yes."
The lock beeps and Hyunjin steps inside, holding the door open for Felix to enter. There's a brief moment of darkness when the door shuts behind them, but Hyunjin hits the switch and warm light soon blooms overhead.
"Do you want something to drink?"
He goes into the small kitchen without waiting for Felix's answer, emerging with a whale mug filled with chilled lemon water.
"Cute mug."
It really is, with a wide smile and tiny eyes, its round body a pale blue.
"Thanks, I made it myself. His name is Albert."
"Albert! The only one in existence," Felix quips between mouthfuls of water. He didn't realise how thirsty he was, but now, he can't seem to stop drinking.
When Albert is empty and placed into the sink, Felix steps into Hyunjin's space and rises up on his toes to nip at Hyunjin's jaw.
"I'd like a tour."
Hyunjin's laugh is a little breathless, and his grip on Felix's hips burns.
"You just want to see where I film."
"Yeah, and your bed."
To his credit, Hyunjin does give Felix a rather comprehensive tour. He introduces his plants, the robot vacuum currently sleeping, and talks about his coffee bar for minutes. Felix listens, finding himself actually curious about what Hyunjin has to say, and for the briefest of moments, he forgets that he's there for one sole purpose.
That is, until they step into the room that Felix has only seen through the screen of his phone. It's Hyunjin's study, he realises. The room is small, the camera able to pick up most of what's in it.
He gets to see the bookshelf in its entirety, and it's filled with various books, knick-knacks, and framed photos. There's a tripod in the corner with a camera still attached to it, and Felix knows it's the very camera that has captured dozens upon dozens of clips of its owner getting off.
"This is surreal," Felix says, absently running his fingertips along the edge of the desk. "I've seen this room so many times, but I never thought I'd actually be inside it."
He looks over his shoulder and sees Hyunjin leaning against the doorframe, a hand in his pocket as he watches Felix take it all in.
"I never thought I'd have someone who recognises this room be inside it either."
"Funny how things work out."
Felix pulls the chair out from behind the desk and gestures to it.
"Sit? You've only ever pleasured yourself on this chair; let someone else do it for you for once." But as Hyunjin takes a step forward, Felix holds out a hand. "Wait, you should film this too. That camera's seen everything, right? We can't let it miss this."
"You know," Hyunjin begins, moving to get the tripod and camera, "I'm feeling like I've bitten off more than I can chew."
"I can stop, if you want."
Hyunjin sets the camera up with the speed and efficiency of someone who has done this a thousand times. A little red light flickers on, and he moves over to the chair, where he takes a seat while maintaining eye contact.
"I didn't say I wanted you to stop. I'm just saying I'd like to retain some sanity by the end of it."
Felix gets on his knees, a perfect replica of Hyunjin's position back at the shop. He leans in, nosing at the shape of Hyunjin's cock underneath all that fabric, and sighs in contentment.
"No promises."
Ridding Hyunjin of his pants is a team effort, and when Felix finally gets to lay his eyes and hands on his prize, he knows no other cock in the world will top this.
He thumbs at the piercing under the head, where a fat bead of precome glistens.
"Did this hurt?"
"Yeah, but the pain is temporary."
Felix drags his hand down Hyunjin's length to touch the other piercing.
"This one?"
"Hurt even more."
"Well, I'm glad you got them despite the pain."
He drops a kiss on the lorum piercing and replaces his lips with his tongue, making sure to keep it slow as he licks from root to head. He looks up through his lashes, making sure Hyunjin's eyes are on him, those inky pupils taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into Felix's mouth.
Felix remembers wondering what Hyunjin's precome would taste like. Now he knows, and that fact makes his cunt throb.
Metal clicks against the edge of his teeth as Hyunjin's cock slides down his throat; down, down, down he goes, and when he feels the second barbell pressing against his bottom lip, Felix thanks his past self for being so insistent on training his gag reflex.
Hyunjin's moans, straight from the source, are like drugs to him. He's never felt such carnal joy, and when Hyunjin's fingers sink into his hair, those digits pressing against his scalp in a silent question, he hums with enthusiastic consent.
Hyunjin starts slow and gentle, all gentlemanly, like he's making sure Felix can really take it. When Felix does, mouth red and cheeks hollowed, throat squeezing deliciously around all that cock, Hyunjin relents.
He doesn't go fast, but he does go deep, each cant of his hips burying himself all the way to the root in Felix's throat. His fingers in Felix's hair keep him in place, and Felix feels the rest of his body relax, fists resting loosely on Hyunjin's thighs as his eyes flutter shut.
His whole world narrows down to the weight on Hyunjin's cock in his mouth and the pressure in his throat, each inhale through his nose filled with the unique scent of the man's musk. Tears soon clump his lashes together, but the mild discomfort only brings him pleasure.
Through the haze in his ears, Felix hears his name, the syllables wrapped up in a pretty groan. Then he hears it again, this time sounding a little more urgent, and his eyes fly open as Hyunjin pulls him off his cock.
Felix coughs and stares up at him, and Hyunjin wipes at the wetness under his eyes. His thumb, damp with Felix's tears, come to rest on his bottom lip. Felix nips at it, suddenly feeling awfully empty.
"I don't want to come yet," Hyunjin pants. His cock lies heavy against his stomach, flushed red and slick with spit. "Nor have I shown you my room."
The state of his underwear makes itself known then, and Felix quickly gets over his disappointment of not having Hyunjin come down his throat.
"Okay," he rasps. "Take me to your room."
Hyunjin's bedroom reminds him of the tattoo shop, and he guesses that Chan must have given him free rein to design and furnish the shop as he sees fit. But he doesn't get the chance to really inspect the space before Hyunjin's mouth is on his, the hand on his hip guiding him in one specific direction, and he soon feels the edge of the bed against his calves.
He topples over onto the sheets — silk, and inky black —, taking Hyunjin down with him, and moans into the man's mouth when a solid thigh is shoved up against his cunt.
"How do you want it?"
"I —" Felix shudders, head falling to one side so Hyunjin can have better access to his neck. "I don't care. Anything, as long as you get inside me in the next three minutes."
Hyunjin bites at the shell of Felix's ear before sitting back onto his heels, freeing up enough space between their bodies for Felix to scramble out of his pants for the second time that night.
"Sticky," Hyunjin comments, eyes fixed on the glistening mess between Felix's legs. His underwear, probably utterly ruined, is flung off behind Hyunjin's shoulder and into the shadows.
Felix flushes, but he tugs on Hyunjin's shirt in retaliation and successfully wrangles it off. He spends a few precious seconds admiring the sight in front of him before Hyunjin flips him onto his stomach, gripping onto his hips to hitch them up high.
Felix's spine melts into a curve, one that Hyunjin cannot help but praise.
"One day," Hyunjin murmurs, swiping two fingers through the mess between Felix's folds, "I will draw you like this."
Felix can hear the man sucking his fingers clean. Groaning, he presses back against the line of heat against his core and grits out, "I'm not going to let you unless you get inside me right now."
The sheets rustle, and Felix feels the blunt head of Hyunjin's cock notch itself in his hole.
"Wait, fuck, I need a cond—"
"I'm clean, and you can't get me pregnant," Felix all but cries, words breaking off into a moan when Hyunjin sinks into him in one smooth stroke.
It's a bit of a stretch, despite the fingers he had inside him earlier, but it's a burn he enjoys. He feels full, so full, and there's a sensation brushing against his clit that Felix knows is a piercing. He shakes at the thought, white-knuckled around the sheets as he tries not to come right there and then.
He's not coherent to do much else apart from moving to meet Hyunjin's thrusts, his brain so scrambled with how hard he's getting railed that surely it's leaking out of his ears.
There's warmth all down his back; Hyunjin's leaning over him, body swallowing his whole, and Felix thinks sex should always be all-encompassing, just like this. A mouth latches onto the curve of his neck and a hand pushes up the hem of his baby tee, questing fingers finding a pebbled nipple to tug on.
"Fuck," Felix moans, teeth closing around the flesh on his forearm. He snakes a shaky hand down between his legs and pets at where they're joined. His fingers catch on his slippery clit, movements frantic, and it isn't long before he's shaking through a mind-shattering orgasm.
Hyunjin's name is a sob on his lips as he comes, wetting Hyunjin's cock and the sheets beneath him. There are bruises on his hips in the shape of Hyunjin's fingers, and they are the only things keeping him on his knees as Hyunjin fucks him through his release.
"Felix, where —"
"Inside," Felix mumbles, toes curling at the thought. "Inside, please."
Hyunjin fills him up, all warm and thick, and it's with a shared sigh that they slump over onto their sides, still joined.
For a while, all they do is breathe. Until Hyunjin's stomach rumbles in complaint, loud and petulant.
"I told you to eat," Felix mutters sleepily. "Your stomach's eating itself now."
"I couldn't, I was too nervous."
He picks up Hyunjin's hand from his hip and threads their fingers together.
"You film yourself jacking off, what do you mean you were nervous?"
"No one knows me online," Hyunjin says, and Felix can feel the vibrations passing between their bodies. "I don't care who watches my stuff and who doesn't. But you and I, it's human interaction, it's shared pleasure. It's pleasure with someone I actually want to pleasure."
With great effort, Felix eases himself off Hyunjin's softening cock and twists around to face him.
"Any regrets?"
"No," Hyunjin answers, and Felix knows he's telling the truth. "You?"
"Not at all."
"Not even the tattoo?"
Felix touches the inside of his thigh and feels the edge of the film. It's already started to peel.
"Of course not, it's adorable. I like strawberries."
Hyunjin's lips curve.
"Strawberries are my favourite fruit."
Felix relaxes into the pillows, uncaring of the mess between his legs, and tries to commit every part of Hyunjin's face to memory. If this is to be the first and last time they meet, then —
"Will you stay the night?"
Within the privacy of his chest, Felix's heart does a little jig.
"Yeah, but only if you let me make you something to eat later."
"Deal."
After a shower where they had to remind each other to keep their hands to themselves, they strip the bed and get the washing machine started. As it trundles to life, Felix traipses into the kitchen and starts poking around.
He unearths ingredients for something unexpected. The original plan was raymeon, but he finds the exact ingredients he needs for chocolate lava mug cakes. It's late, way past midnight, but Felix thinks they deserve this.
Hyunjin presents him with two more handmade mugs, these ones big enough for a generous serving of mug cake.
"Do these have names too?"
"No," Hyunjin says, leaning against the counter as he watches Felix mix the dry ingredients inside each mug. "Do you want to christen them?"
Felix names the pink mug April and the green mug June, since they remind him of the spring and summer months mixed together. When the wet ingredients are mixed in and the batter is all ready to go, Hyunjin takes both April and June and sticks them into the microwave.
A minute and a half later, steam unfurls from the tops of the cakes, carrying with it the sweet scent of chocolate. Hyunjin scoops out the ice cream, and they move over to the couch to enjoy their well-earned dessert.
"This is delicious, oh my god."
Felix grins, sliding his bare legs over Hyunjin's lap. Hyunjin lets him, shifting to make sure Felix's knees are bent at a comfortable angle.
"I've gotten the ratios memorised by now. I made these a lot during my university years; they're economically friendly, budget friendly, and portion friendly."
They chat as they eat, trading little anecdotes about their lives until their spoons are clinking around inside the empty mugs. So they move their conversation over to the sink, where Hyunjin does the dishes and Felix sits up on the counter, legs swinging.
"Why did you get those piercings?"
"Honestly, it's just because not a lot of people have them. I wanted something unique, and judging by the number of people who follow me on Twitter, clearly no one is complaining."
Felix nods in agreement. Indeed, he has zero complaints, only praises.
"Did you do them yourself?"
"I did the frenum," Hyunjin says. He sets a clean mug down onto the drying rack and tosses a look over at Felix. "Chan did the lorum; I just didn't have the best angle to do it myself."
"…Oh."
His brain, freshly recovered from the best sex he's ever had, doesn't seem able to fully grasp that bit of information. Hyunjin, however, seems to know where his brain is trying to head towards.
"Chan is completely straight," he adds, clearly trying not to laugh, "and I was the entire opposite of aroused the whole time."
Felix splutters. "I wasn't — that wasn't —"
Hyunjin finishes with the dishes, drying his hands on a dishtowel as he takes the two steps over to where Felix sits. He nudges Felix's legs apart and steps into space between them, palms planted on the counter on either side of Felix's hips as he leans in close.
"Let's go on a date."
Swallowing, Felix tries to keep his gaze locked with the other's. It's difficult, knowing that there's a perfectly kissable mouth just down south.
"Do you ask this of everyone you sleep with?"
"Considering I last slept with someone almost a year ago, and I most certainly did not want to date that person, not really."
Felix lets his heels knock against the side of Hyunjin's legs.
"What if you're asking because of all the dopamine in your body?"
Hyunjin doesn't answer for a moment, but then he nods and straightens up.
"Okay, then we'll go to bed and I'll ask you again tomorrow. I'm sure all the extra dopamine would be gone by the time we wake up."
Felix stirs awake to a delightful soreness in his muscles and a warmth near his back that has him wishing for more days like this. Their bodies aren't even touching, but tucked under the covers together is still intimacy that Felix loves.
Despite Hyunjin's steady breathing, he can sense that the other's awake. He keeps his eyes closed and stretches, a little sigh of contentment escaping from his lips as his feet point towards the foot of the bed.
"Morning," Hyunjin mumbles throatily. "Let's go on a date."
God, he's not awake enough to deal with the way his entire being wants to scream yes in response. Better question yet, is Hyunjin awake enough to know what he wants?
"If you still doubt me, I'll send you home and ask you again tomorrow. And if tomorrow you still doubt me, I'll ask again the day after. I don't mind waiting."
Oh, this man is not good for his heart. When Felix eventually rolls over, he sees Hyunjin already looking at him.
"You really want to go on a date?"
"Yeah, and I'll show you that I can get that dopamine spike with you without sex."
Felix wets his lips and shimmies closer.
"Okay. I'll go on a date with you."
Hyunjin's face relaxes into a smile, and how is Felix meant to stop himself from kissing him? So he does, morning breath and all, and Hyunjin simply hauls him closer.
It's only when a hand is skating down the length of his spine that Felix remembers he'd gone to bed nude. His clothes are still in the washing machine, and he'd straight up tossed his underwear away. Hyunjin's hand stops at the small of his back, all polite, and Felix squirms in displeasure.
He reaches back and moves that same hand down to the swell of his ass.
"Felix, I'm trying to make a point here." Even as he says that, Hyunjin gives his cheek a squeeze.
"You can make your point a bit later."
When Hyunjin's fingers dip a little lower, they come away wet.
Hyunjin sighs, pained.
"You're giving me very mixed signals."
Felix pushes himself upright, swatting off the covers as he goes. He doesn't have to look to know, but having visual confirmation is always nice. Hyunjin's already filling out, the outline of his cock visible through his boxer shorts, and Felix tugs them down until metal barbells are winking at him.
He swings a leg over Hyunjin's hips and settles, cunt spreading open like a flowering bud, folds hugging the girth of Hyunjin's cock.
"I know, I'm sorry."
He ruts forward, hissing when the frenum piercing bumps his clit with every roll of his hips. His hole's still sore from the night before, so this is the perfect compromise. He peers down his body, flushing hot when he sees how much of his own wetness has transferred onto the length of Hyunjin's cock.
"You don't have to be sorry," Hyunjin groans, a little strangled. "I just have to learn how to deal with you."
Learn, like he plans to take as much time and effort as is required, like there's no deadline. Felix grinds down a little harder, working his cunt from root to tip until his thighs are burning and his clit is aching.
Hyunjin comes with a punched out moan, come shooting up his torso and all over Felix's cunt, and Felix doesn't get the opportunity to admire the sight before he's pushed off Hyunjin's lap and onto his back.
All it takes is a few firm strokes of Hyunjin's thumb over his come-stained clit before he's coming, hips bucking into the air while his teeth find a solid line of muscle to clamp down on.
"Okay," Hyunjin pants, their foreheads pressed together. "I think my dick's about to fall off."
Felix snorts, then giggles, and he soon finds himself full-on laughing.
"Shower, then let's go on our date. I want to go today."
If Hyunjin already had plans for the day, he doesn't tell Felix about them.
EPILOGUE: THREE-AND-A-HALF MONTHS LATER
It's Friday, and that means yet another weekend spent at Hyunjin's place. That fact always helps Felix power through the day, and it especially helps on extra long Fridays like this one.
"Hi," Hyunjin says, looking away from his monitor with a smile. "Did you have a good day? Sounds like you had a lot of meetings today."
Felix skids his way over to Hyunjin on his socks and collapses bodily onto his boyfriend. The chair dips with their combined weight, but doesn't complain. Faintly, he hears the game announce Hyunjin's death, but the man doesn't seem to care whatsoever.
"A lot of meetings," Felix confirms, "but that's all over now. How was your day?"
"Someone finally got that pixie tattooed, so I'm very happy about that. Did a lot of navel piercings today, for some reason. Anyway, I got your favourite takeout, do you want to eat first or shower first?"
"Shower, I would love to wash the day off."
Hyunjin gives him a kiss, and it gives Felix enough energy to stand upright. He's halfway out the door when he spots the tripod tucked away in the corner. It looks forgotten, like a relic of the past, and Felix supposes it is, for Hyunjin hasn't filmed anything since the last time they used it together.
Speaking of…something pings in his brain.
"Hey, we should watch that video we filmed."
"What video?" Hyunjin follows Felix's gaze and ahs in realisation. "We can, yeah. I'll download the footage while you shower."
Armed with a heaping bowl of food, Felix hops onto the couch and waits for Hyunjin to finish fiddling with the television. He's chomping on a particularly crispy broccoli floret when the screen flickers and they appear on the screen.
"Wow," he comments, swallowing his food. "You angled this really well."
There aren't enough features for Felix's face to be recognisable, but the camera captures everything that's important. Felix's hand on Hyunjin's cock, Hyunjin's cock down Felix's throat, Hyunjin's hands in Felix's hair to keep him planted on said cock.
The sounds, too. The camera managed to pick up on all the sounds.
"Wow," Felix says again minutes later, his food all forgotten. "We look…really good."
"It's all you," Hyunjin says, shamelessly adjusting his pants. "But yeah, damn. If you didn't agree to go on a date with me, I think I'd be watching this daily."
They continue watching, stopping right as on-screen Hyunjin pulls on-screen Felix off his cock.
"Can I post this? I'll cut out everything after this, of course."
The thought sends a thrill down Felix's spine. Once a loyal follower and now featured on the same account?
"Okay." The syllables come out a little rough, and he clears his throat. "Yeah, do it."
Hyunjin fixes him with a knowing look, but instead of sticking around and doing something about the growing problem in their pants, he grabs his food and the USB drive from the television, then disappears into his study.
Felix stays outside and works on his dinner, because he knows he won't eat anything if he follows Hyunjin.
He's almost done with his food when his phone vibrates under his butt.
ccrm884720 • now
met someone i really like :)
Felix hides a little helpless noise behind his palm. Even in the tiny thumbnail, two figures are visible.
He's just about to click on the notification when another one comes through.
ccrm884720 • now
account closed.
He sets his bowl aside and beelines for the study.
"You're no longer going to use the account?"
"I haven't touched it since that strawberry post," Hyunjin points out. "And now that we're together, I think I should close that chapter of my life."
"Really?"
"Do you, as my dear boyfriend, really want me to continue uploading content and have hundreds of thousands of people looking at my junk? Not to brag, but most of my videos hit a million views."
Felix pauses. Okay, no, he doesn't. That junk is his now, and no one else should have the privilege of even thinking about it. His conclusion must have been painted across his face, for Hyunjin chuckles and reaches up to pinch his chin.
"I'll leave the account and all the content on it as it is," he says, "for memory's sake. Without that account, I doubt we'd be where we are now."
He winds his arms around Felix's middle, turning so he can pillow his cheek against Felix's belly. Felix holds him close, fingers of one hand carding through Hyunjin's hair, and thanks his past self for deciding to follow Hyunjin's account.
"Hey," he says after a moment of content silence. "What does the name of your account mean?"
"Oh, it's 'ice cream' without the vowels. And completely random numbers."
Felix laughs, fondness crashing over him in waves.
"Of course," he says. He thumbs at Hyunjin's cheek and smiles when he feels a kiss pressed to his palm. "That makes a lot of sense."
Later, when they're in bed and doomscrolling on the same device, Felix switches applications and pulls up the video of them on Hyunjin's Twitter account.
"Look, people are happy for us!"
"People are also asking for videos of us," Hyunjin says, pointing at said replies. "And I'm going to be the first to veto that idea."
"Wow, so many people retweeted this. So many people liked this. Oh my god, this person hates me because I got to suck your cock!"
Hyunjin plucks the phone out of Felix's hands and sets it aside.
"Fame has gotten to your head," he tuts, rolling onto Felix and keeping him pinned down. "We can't have that happening."
"You can't blame me, I was your biggest fan and now I'm the only person featured on your page. It's like a full circle moment, you have to let me enjoy it."
Hyunjin blinks down at him, lashes casting soft shadows along his cheekbones. His eyes dart all over Felix's face, and Felix knows he's counting his freckles. His heart knows no peace with this man around.
"Every single one of your followers wanted you at some point in their lives, and I beat out all of them. My head should inflate, don't you think?"
"You make a strong argument," Hyunjin says eventually, ducking to kiss the bow of Felix's lips. "You can enjoy it until the novelty wears off."
"Novelty?" Felix wriggles his legs out from under Hyunjin's weight and wraps them around his hips instead. "It's not novelty, and it's never wearing off. I'm forever going to have a big head."
Sighing, Hyunjin runs a hand down Felix's thigh until his fingertips hit the edge of Felix's underwear.
"I'm going to kiss you so you stop talking," he says, and Felix nods sagely in agreement.
"You should, and then I think you should — mmph!"