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Chan leans against the kitchen island, a red plastic cup dangling from his fingers as Jisung goes on and on and on about his most recent dating app misadventure. The party’s in full-swing and seems to be a success on Chan’s part as the host. The music is loud on the speakers. People are dancing, talking, having fun, and hopefully not throwing up or fucking anywhere in, on or outside of the house.
“So yeah, he ghosts me after all that, like, what the hell?” Jisung gestures wildly, nearly sloshing beer onto the marble countertop. “No one has any decorum anymore! Like, you could at least warn a guy if you’re about to—“
“Yeah, that’s brutal,” Chan mutters, praying that this conversation ends soon. He’s really not close enough to anyone to share blowjob-gone-wrong stories, and frankly, he doesn’t understand why step one of Jisung’s plan to find his soulmate involves skipping the reserved dinner for a blowjob in the parking lot, but it’s not like Chan is in any position to freely give out dating advice.
Chan’s eyes drift over the mass of people dancing in the living room. Like a spotlight shines down on him, his eyes immediately find Felix. Typical. He seems to have some sort of sixth sense for spotting the little brother of one of his closest friends in any crowd.
He’s dressed in all black. Hugging his hips so very tightly, his dress looks like it was painted on. The hem skims the very tops of his thighs, leaving the length of his legs on display. Triangle-shaped cat ears jut out from his platinum blonde hair, long but neatly tied-up. There’s a black choker around his slim neck, and his eyes are decorated with intentionally smudged black. A long, fluffy tail sways behind him with every press and rub against the rando he’s grinding against, and he’s clearly drunk, the red alcohol flush shining through his makeup.
Chan watches, frozen, as Felix giggles at something another guy has said to him. The guy he’s grinding on possessively grabs Felix’s hips, trying to regain his attention, and Felix’s dress rides up further. As if on cue, Felix’s legs momentarily open, and Chan catches it—a glimpse at nothing but skin. Felix’s bare pussy. No panties in sight. Chan’s blood suddenly feels hotter.
“… blocked me on everything,” Jisung’s voice cuts through. “Can you believe that?”
Chan blinks. For just a moment, he’s able to turn his eyes away from Felix and back to Jisung, who looks at him expectantly. “Yeah, what an asshole,” Chan manages. He glances down and notices that the cup in his hand has been bent. He readjusts his grip, loosening it before returning his eyes to Felix.
With his ass still pressed and moving against the first guy, Felix pulls the second one closer. His fingers curl into the guy’s stupid costume, pulling him impossibly closer, and—fuck, Felix is kissing him. Open-mouthed and hungry, Felix’s tongue slips in. The guy’s hand goes down, fingers tracing over Felix’s thigh, inching higher and higher, closer to Felix’s center, closer to what lies waiting—maybe even dripping—under his skirt.
Chan’s stomach twists with disgust. Felix is covered in idiots in clear view of everyone else, and they’re touching him, rubbing on him. Protective instinct kicks in, because Felix is like a little brother to him. Throughout Chan’s friendship with his brother, Felix was always there in the background, in a baggy hoodie, begging for a turn to play video games with them or go out with them to get the greasy fast food that their mom never liked them to have. Now he’s… this—all grown-up, kind-hearted, beautiful, craving attention. It’s always like this, if it’s not his pretty face, then it’s the revealing outfits that Chan’s eyes always find their way back to. It’s just concern. Felix’s brother is too naive and self-absorbed in his own life to think about it, so someone has to look out for him, especially since Felix sometimes doesn’t know what he’s doing.
But maybe he does.
Seeing Felix right now, his tongue in one guy’s mouth and his ass pressed to the crotch of another, it feels painfully obvious that Felix isn’t as blissfully unaware as Chan always thought. Felix wants this. He wants to be pressed between two strangers, have hands roaming and groping his body, and he doesn’t care who sees. Hell, maybe he wants people to see.
Chan’s mind goes to the ear headband atop his own head. During the pre-game, the doorbell chimed, and Chan already knew who it was. He swinging open the door, and the sight of Felix in his cat costume nearly took his breath away. Right away, Felix flung himself into Chan, hugging him, and in his defense, it had been a good while since they’d last spent time together. He had pulled away before Chan could even think to hug him back.
“No costume?” Felix teased. “It’s your party. You’re supposed to lead by example…” Then, he reached behind his back, and, like he had been expecting it, he revealed a grey mouse-ear headband.
Chan barely got an identifying look at it before Felix was stepping closer to put it on him.
“There,” Felix practically purred as he looked at Chan with excited, shining eyes. “Now you’re the mouse to my cat.”
Chan had only laughed and waved Felix inside. Felix had flashed him a cheeky wink, and then off he went into the house. Chan hadn’t taken off the headband because why would he? It was just Felix being Felix, playful and harmless.
But it wasn’t harmless. It was flirting. Intentional flirting. Staking a claim. Felix knows the effect he has. Right now, he’s just being bratty. Playing innocent while he flashes his cunt to anyone with a pulse, drunk on both the attention and liquor.
Chan isn’t just protective, he’s furious. A deep-rooted possessive rage fills his very being, and it demands for Felix to be put in his place. Punishment is what Felix deserves.
The guy’s fingers vanish under Felix’s skirt now, and Chan sees the way Felix’s lips curl as he gasps in pleasure. Chan’s blood boils, and his body is moving on its own accord.
He surges forward, pushing his way into the crowd to get to Felix, uncaring who he bumps into or whose drunk he spills. With his mouse ears, he probably looks ridiculous, but he doesn’t care. His hand finds Felix’s arm, wrapping around it in a tight grip. He yanks Felix away mid-kiss.
“Chan—?” Felix questions with a surprised giggle.
Rather than responding, Chan simply hauls him off to the staircase. One of the guys Felix was with protests, but Chan doesn’t bother turning back to respond, and the guy fortunately doesn’t follow them up.
Felix twists his arm in Chan’s hold, but he isn’t really fighting it. “Wha— Channie, c’mon, what’s this?” He laughs, lightly swatting at Chan. When he doesn’t get a response, he goes quiet. “You’re no fun tonight… Thought you liked my costume, saw you lookin’.”
“Shut up, Lix,” Chan gets out through gritted teeth. He doesn’t loosen his grip. He beelines for the guest room, dragging Felix inside and hastily locking the door behind them.
“Okay, seriously, what’s your problem?” Felix asks, apparently now realizing Chan isn’t playing around. His brows are cutely furrowed in confusion. “You drag me up here like I’m in trouble or something.”
But then his brows come back up, and he pokes at Chan’s chest. His lips threaten to pull into another flirty smirk. “If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked. Or…” His eyes look into Chan’s own without any shyness or hesitation. “Y’know, more.” He winks again, cheesier now as a result of his drunken state.
That’s the final straw.
“You think this is funny? Think you can prance around like a fucking tease, flashing everything to everyone, and I’ll just laughs it off?” Chan drops onto the edge of the bed and pulls Felix down across his lap. Felix’s ass is up and barely covered by his short dress. Felix yelps in surprise as his hands scramble for purchase on the duvet, and Chan pins him in place with a forearm placed strategically across his lower back. “You’ve been asking for this all night, brat. Time to learn.”
“Chan—! What the—“ Felix squirms, still giggling until Chan’s free hand fists the hem of his dress, yanking it up to reveal his ass.
Chan glances down, seeing the smooth, flawless skin of Felix’s ass and the glimpse of his pussy peaking between his thighs. For the first time of the night, Chan’s cock twitches. His hand comes down on the right cheek, and Felix’s body jolts.
Felix gasps in shock. “Ow— Fuck, Chan! What the—“
Chan’s hand comes down again, harder this time, now on the left cheek. Felix’s ass satisfyingly gives under Chan’s hand, tempting him to sneak a grab or grope. Felix’s skin instantly flushes a bright pink in the shape of his hand.
Felix whines, and his thighs clench automatically. “Stop— C’mon, Chan, was just playin’ around—“
“Brat,” Chan scolds as he spanks him again.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Each strike lands heavier than the last, and the pink of Felix’s ass blooms into a bright poppy red. The sound is taboo but exciting—has every part of Chan’s body standing to attention—and Felix’s whiny cries do nothing to lessen the effect. Chan’s cock strains against the crotch of his jeans, and Felix pained writhing leaves a firm, perfectly-shaped hip rubbing against it with every jolt.
Meanwhile, Felix’s squirms aren’t fully resistant. His thighs part and clench back again in erratic bursts. His hips cant, practically pushing his ass toward Chan’s punishing hand.
“Ah—! Chan, please! It hurts—“ Felix’s words are slurred, both from the pain and alcohol, but there’s a breathy undertone that Chan understands intuitively.
An extra hard smack has Felix wailing, and the dam breaks loose. Black cat ears crooked on his head, Felix presses his face into the bed’s duvet as he sobs. Despite the muffle, it’s loud and obvious. His hands fist at the duvet, his knuckles white. “S-stop—“ He sobs. “I’m—“ He hiccups. “‘m sorry, Chan…” The call of Chan’s name is long and drawn-out. Felix’s shoulders shake as he continues to sob against the bed, his face hidden from Chan.
Palm raised in the air, Chan falters for a second. The realization that—shit, he’s crying, really crying—has a surge of protectiveness and guilt rushing through Chan. Just as he’s about to speak up, ask if Felix is okay, his eyes drop, landing on what’s revealed between Felix’s thighs. His pussy isn’t just wet, it’s quite literally dripping. His folds glisten in the limited lighting, and Chan catches sight of a drop of his arousal as it begins its journey downwards. Felix wasn’t this wet before, not even close. It’s from being spanked, from Chan punishing him.
No mercy now. Chan’s hand comes down again, smacking Felix’s ass hard. He doesn’t give the younger any time to recover before delivering another slap, then another. Felix’s back arches as he squirms and flinches in pain at every hit.
“Apologize,” Chan demands, pausing briefly to roughly knead the warm flesh of Felix’s ass. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
A labored half-sigh, half-moan comes from Felix. “I—“ His small voice cracks. “I’m sorry…”
Another spank.
“Ah! ‘m sorry for— for being a brat—“
Chan spanks him again, reveling in the way his ass jiggles. Red handprints overlap at random. “What else, Felix? Look at yourself, crying like a baby while your greedy cunt soaks my pants. Fucking slut, that’s what you are.”
“S-sorry for being a slut!” Felix wails. He squirms again, hips canting as he practically presses his pussy into Chan.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“That’s right, you are,” Chan grants. “Prancing around my party like a desperate whore, flashing that pussy to everyone.” Smack. “Bet you loved it, huh? Getting touched on by horny idiots.”
“I’m—“ Chan spanks him again, and Felix hiccups. “Sorry, Chan, please— ‘m a— a slut, a brat, won’t do it again—“ Felix babbles now, his voice hoarse and words slurring together.
Chan delivers another smack and lets his hand rest over Felix’s ass for a moment, allowing him a moment for recovery; but seeing his hand laid atop Felix’s pert ass, Chan can’t help sliding his fingers closer. Just a touch, he tells himself as his fingertips lower, ghosting over the soft, thin skin of Felix’s inner thigh.
As his fingers barely brush Felix’s folds, the younger’s newest sob dies in his throat. His thighs part ever so slightly, and Chan doesn’t wait around any longer, sliding his two fingers along Felix’s slippery slit and parting his soft lips. Felix’s arousal coats his fingers easily.
Chan slowly runs the pads of his fingers over Felix’s clit, smearing the slippery natural lubricant. A breathy moan is all that comes from Felix in response, minus the way his body bucks, back arching, and pussy craving more.
“You need this, don’t you?” Chan asks in a soft, low voice. He rubs Felix’s clit in small, slow circles. “Just so wet and needy from getting your ass beat raw…”
Felix moans fully at that, and Chan keeps rubbing until he feels he’s ready to speak. “Ch-Chan… Please, I need—“
Chan slides his fingers back through Felix’s folds, letting them come up to the opening of his vagina. Without even trying, his fingers slip right in—two digits invited into Felix’s tight, welcoming heat. Chan lets his fingers sink deeper, and Felix’s pussy swallows them to the knuckles with fervor. As soon as it’s filled, it clenches down on Chan’s fingers, impossibly snug but so very tempting.
Chan curses under his breath as he pulls his fingers back, pumping them in and out of Felix’s cunt. He’s slow, teasing, dragging his fingers against Felix’s inner walls, and Felix is moaning loudly into the duvet, the pleasure even more intense after the brutality of his spanking.
Chan speeds up, and the pornographic wet sounds of his fingers fucking into Felix fill the room. “Poor little slut…” Chan coos purposefully condescending. “You’d let anyone do this to you, wouldn’t you? Good thing it’s me tonight… I can give you what you really need…”
Felix whimpers, and Chan half expects a humiliated beg for him to not think of him that way. Instead, “Chan… Please, jus’ you, need you inside me…”
“Wanna be fucked?” Chan asks, his fingers still pumping into Felix’s sloppy cunt, faster now. “You want your big brother’s friend to split you open on his cock? Fuck you into the mattress?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Felix answers, so quickly that it all sounds like one long jumbled word.
Felix’s frantic, desperate enthusiasm snaps the last thread of Chan’s restraint. Fuck it—he’s going to fuck his friend’s brother tonight. He can’t say no, can’t walk away from this when Felix’s pussy is squeezing his fingers just right, not when he’s getting the chance to have Felix for himself, not when the brat’s been begging for it all night.
Chan pulls his fingers free, and Felix keens, high and broken, at the loss. Chan grabs Felix’s hips, roughly manhandling him off his lap and flipping his light body fully onto the bed. Felix lands on his back, legs splayed wide, his tight minidress wrapped around his waist like a belt. His eyes, glassy and blown wide, look up at Chan like he’s his own personal savior.
And Felix is breathtaking. His platinum hair is fanned out onto the bed, his cat ears finally tumbled loose and lay some several inches away from his head. His face is flushed and stained with dried tears, some of his black makeup smeared and further smudged. His cunt glistens obscenely, folds puffy and reddened from Chan’s touch.
“Fuck, Lix…” Chan yanks his own shirt over his head in a swift, impatient motion, tossing it aside as he climbs over Felix’s beautiful body. He hears the mouse ear headband hit the floor, but that’s nothing in his mind now. Holding himself up with one hand, Chan hastily struggles with the fly of his jeans. As soon as he can, he shoves them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.
Felix’s eyes go to it immediately. “Oh—“ He breathes out in a soft, awestruck tone.
Chan grabs Felix’s thighs, spreading his legs wide and proceeds to line himself up. The blunt head of his thick cock nudges at Felix’s sloppy entrance, and Chan, careful but firm, pushes inside.
Felix’s pussy stretches around Chan’s cock so well, like it was made for him. He moans, the warmth snug on his cock, as he sinks in deeper, watching Felix’s lips part around his girth, beautifully taking every veiny inch.
Moaning, Felix reaches his hands out of Chan’s, grasping for a hold on him. Chan leans over his body a bit more, allowing Felix to clutch at the forearm of the hand he has planted firmly into the mattress.
Once Chan is fully sheathed inside, his voice comes out in a moan. Felix’s walls flutter around him, clenching in rhythmic pulses that have him fighting off the instinctual urge to rut into him like a wild animal. Despite his trying, Chan’s hips stutter. It’s been building all night, maybe even before then. His protective care and fondness for Felix has been twisted into lust and possessiveness. He wants to fuck Felix nice and hard, make sure that he’s the only one that Felix ever lets inside him. He wants to claim Felix, be the only one to ever fill his body and mind.
Chan grinds against Felix, an unspoken compromise between fucking him and giving Felix the time he needs to adjust. The thumb of the hand that Felix isn’t holding onto for dear life automatically moves downward, finding his swollen clit and rubbing firm circles that have Felix whining and thighs twitching.
“Chan…! Oh…! Yes, please, god,” Felix manages to babble with moans. His legs are limp, left open to give Chan a clear view of everything, and ready to be maneuvered however he wishes. His pussy is wet and getting wetter still, easing the way as Chan begins to move.
Moderate for now, long thrusts that sink back in deep leave the wet sounds sounding out loud, mixing with Felix’s needy, drunk moans. Chan watches his thick cock disappear into Felix’s greedy pussy, coming out glossy and coated in Felix’s arousal and cream, loving the way Felix’s reddened lips cling to his cock every time he moves to pull out like his cunt just doesn’t want to let him go.
“Taking it so well, Lixie,” Chan praises in a quiet murmur. He moves his thumb faster, matching the building rhythm of his thrusts. “My little slut, so fucked out. This is what you needed—to be stuffed full by me, not grinding on strangers.”
Felix’s body tenses under him, the walls of his pussy similarly rippling around Chan’s cock as he gets close to his peak. Seeing him sweaty and breathless on the bed spurs Chan on further. He keeps rubbing his clit as Felix’s moans build, becoming more labored and guttural. Chan’s thumb slides through the wetness easily, again and again, and then, Felix’s cunt suddenly clamps down on him, convulsing in wild spasms that pull the breath from Chan’s lungs.
“Ah, Chan! Cumming, fuck, ‘m cumming!” Felix cries out, his back arching and thighs trembling. His nails are digging into Chan’s arm, but Chan keeps going, riding it out until Felix begins to come down. Felix goes boneless beneath him, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded and a blissed-out smile tugging at his pretty lips.
Chan removes his hand from Felix’s pussy, planting it firmly into the mattress to use as leverage as he speeds up, fucking into Felix’s cunt harder. “My turn,” Chan pants out. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight.”
He snaps his hips up, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that has the bed frame creaking. Every thrust is his cock slamming deep inside Felix, the sound of skin on skin becoming just as loud as Felix’s wetness. Felix locks his legs around Chan’s waist, urging him on as he begs and babbles for, “More— Harder— Chan, fuck me—“
Sweat makes their bodies sticky, and Chan’s muscles begin to burn as he chases his pleasure. As his cock begins to twitch, his mind races with possibilities. Inside—that’s what he wants, what he needs. But pulling out and cumming on Felix’s pretty face… he won’t last long enough for that. Pulling out and coating Felix’s cunt, marking him as his?
Chan pulls away, his cock slipping out of Felix’s pussy at the very last second. He desperately fists at his cock, and then, thick ropes of cum erupt from the flushed tip, painting Felix’s pubic mound and cunt in ropes. Pearly white covers Felix’s flushed, used pussy, and Chan knows he made the right choice because it’s beautiful and it feels so right. Chan milks himself of every last drop, rubbing his tip against one of Felix’s pussy lips to smear the last of it into his warm skin.
Felix’s hand is still on Chan’s forearm. When Chan finally pulls his eyes away from his masterpiece, he’s greeted by dazed eyes staring up at him. Chan can’t help himself, leaning over Felix’s body again to kiss him for the first time.
Their lips collide, and despite looking fucked-out and exhausted, Felix kisses back eagerly, his hands sliding over Chan’s back. It deepens almost immediately, already hungry and raw. Something in Chan fundamentally changes. Everything he thought he felt for Felix goes out the window, only to be replaced with something different entirely.
A new fondness. A new appreciation. A new perspective.
Felix moans into the kiss, and Chan’s hands move on their own, coming down to hold Felix’s waist and hips and keep him close.