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1st Bonus Chapter
For: gravlixty

⇒ SSICK Apartments
4:45pm

New year, new home. New apartment padded in a soft cream beyond the insulation, and furnished, for the most part. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a larger kitchen, and Felix's favorite, a small office that he was ever so excited to utilize for painting and drawing .

Everything seemed to have fallen into place. And the giggles and humorously snappy remarks shooting past his lips and that of his lover, where they worked in his new bedroom, only served as confirmation.

Only served as a form of reassurance that everything that had to be, was.

But apart from all of that-- apart from the fluffiness and fruitful efforts exerted into making Felix's living space as fit for his artistic settlement as possible, and looking away from their innocent, laughable conversations, Seungmin was distracted, for some reason.

After a melodious period of chatter did his tongue find rest behind his teeth, breaths heavy, palms sweaty, eyes guiltily stealing every opportunity to glance down at the soft curve of his boyfriend's behind.

But he didn't like that, not at all. Yes, the sight was arousing and the appreciation of Felix's shape was almost demanded, but still.

Still he--

"Seungmin!" Felix called for the third time, followed by a careful slap to his right cheek, alerting Seungmin's hand to rub it. "What's wrong with you," he chuckled, "You just zoned out for a few minutes."

"Nothing..." Seungmin shook his head and looking away diffidently. But from the red shade taking over his cheeks, and his inability to meet Felix's eyes all of a sudden, Felix could tell. So he looked down at the outline of his legs for more confirmation, observing how temptingly visible things probably were, in his leggings.

"Nothing," Seungmin said again, still blushing. "But can we- can we take a break? I kinda just want to chill for a bit... Maybe... I dunno... do... stuff..."

"I- give me a second," Felix breathed in, deep, and squeezed his thighs together slightly. It always amazed them both, how sexual tension would creep within their atmosphere, as if it wasn't used to their attraction yet, and never would be. "I should use the bathroom first," he let out, hurrying toward the bathroom door and closing it loudly behind.

But forgetting to turn the lock.

With trembling hands, Felix reached for a rag that he had, thankfully, left by the sink, before drenching the dry cloth under running water. And then he drew his leggings down, with his underwear, to his ankles, lifted one leg to the toilet seat, and pushed his head as far as possible over his shoulder, cleaning. Embarrassed, that he didn't think to do the thorough preparation earlier.

And with more paranoia lengthening the time in there than anything else, the stay in the bathroom was lasting too long for Seungmin's comfort. So, thinking twice, he made his way to the closed door, absentmindedly taking the decision to twist the knob, before anything else.

"Oh shit," Seungmin swore, frozen with wide eyes at the sight of his boyfriend's condition in the smaller space. He couldn't look away, mouth open, dry, eyes wide, soaking in what he could before Felix's expected panic could sink in, from his boyfriend's lewd position: one leg perched up on the toilet seat whilst the other stood a far distance away on the tiled floor...

And Felix's head bent over his shoulder whilst one hand was gripped onto a buttock, keeping it open, so the other could freely proceed with whatever it was doing with the damp rash rag in hold.

"I'm sorry," Seungmin breathed out, still unsure whether or not he should move, or walk in and offer to help and-- reassure Felix that he had nothing to be ashamed of. But, looking closely and oiling his observation of tears welling up in the speechless blond's eyes, Seungmin stepped in.

Slow and steady, cautious, in a weak attempt to water down Felix's discomfort. "You don't need to be shy or embarrassed about this, love," he smiled softly, kissing Felix's cheek whilst gently taking the moist rag from his hand, helping his foot down. "Really, you don't. I don't expect you to be one-hundred-percent clean every time, and if you want to be, then you can ask for my help..."

"Min," Felix looked away, embarrassed from both the nakedness of his lower half, and getting caught, ever so unexpectedly, "I- it's weird..."

"No, it is not," Seungmin shook his head, sighing, "You promised to let me love you, Lix. So let me. I'm sorry that any of your exes didn't make you comfortable enough... but you can be with me. You shit, I shit. We all shit, and anybody who doesn't is-- is sick," he snickered, and Felix blushed profusely with his own soft tune of laughter, "so you don't need to be... self-conscious. We can be open about this stuff... m'kay?"

"Y-yeah," Felix stuttered, flattered, but on the brink of humiliation with hands desperately trying to cover up all that could be, at his exposed front. But either was unsure of what to say or what to do from that point on, allowing a stifling silence to suffice for a few seconds, hoping that thoughts would flow. That actions would begin motion from mere instinct. "So--"

"Can we have sex?" Seungmin coughed, face as bright as a ripening tomato, scratching the back of his neck. But it was almost annoying to be honest— how the initiation of intercourse between them two was always awkward, for some reason.

Such as the very first time, sex steamed up from the random request for a craved kiss. And then following occasions, hands roamed and rediscovered each other's bodies after merely long and yearning eye contact.

Too numerous instances; so much that they wished that they could do over, or simply come to accept. To arrive at a point where the odd introductions to their pleasure would be deemed as a shared and special and appreciated norm, between them. What made their union exactly what it had developed into.

Seungmin chuckled and squeaked when Felix's puckered lips rushed to connect with his, sweaty hands dropping to Felix's bare thighs to aid his obvious desire to be carried.

And giggles fluted out of their drooling mouths as Seungmin stumbled his way into the bedroom, Felix hugging his neck. But, letting go of him with a bit too much haste and desperation, onto the bed, Felix's head hit the headboard, calling heartier laughs from their throats.

"Sorry," Seungmin mumbled before diving in again, discarding his top, and then Felix's, attacking the brown and stiffening nipples right after. He shuddered, satisfied, when the salted taste of Felix's naked chest welcomed his tongue, urging it to swirl and lick, and spin and twirl over the raised muscle, sucking it, almost wishing that it was pierced, or something.

Moaning and whimpering, untouched, with frizzled hair, arched back, and fingers raking through the brown curls of his boyfriend, Felix closed his eyes, seeking some form of friction for his dick. Tearing up for more touch, all over. For Seungmin to do one of the things that he did best and make love to him in the most tender and reassuring ways possible.

"Take yours off too," Felix tugged at the hem of Seungmin's sweatpants when Seungmin crawled high up enough for reach, struggling to ignore the shame creeping around his neck, from the mattress.

Felix's thought process was frequently ordered in that way, unfortunately. The memories and trauma that he still was unwilling to admit, from past relationships, just had to find the means to stimulate an allergic reaction in his emotions during the best of times.

But Seungmin was quick to take care of that with one more kiss on the lips, and the grinding down of his hips, before getting off of the bed quickly to discard his pants and underwear alike.

"You're beautiful," he grinned, too bright and warm and seemingly innocent for how nude he was, Felix contented with the level of openness and sincerity and love that their relationship was based on, to the extent of his Seungmin smiling proudly, despite having in the braces that he never hesitated to express his distaste for.

But he looked cute with them. And Felix swore, on his most prized art piece, to take advantage of every given opportunity to let him know that.

Seungmin settled underneath the sheet, in between Felix's open legs, widening them, head hovering thirstily above his partner's hard and leaking length, bribing Felix to stretch his legs apart impossibly wider. But Seungmin had other plans than those indicated when his warm breath fanned Felix's tip.

Both of his hands snaked upward to the dip of the freckled waist of the slimmer, forcing his back's arc to return with an even greater curve, and burying his face in between the lower fraction of Felix's buttocks. Almost desperate to take full advantage of Felix's proactive cleaning.

"Shit," Felix breathed out when Seungmin's tongue heated his rim, eyes rolled back, mouth agape, one hand gripping onto Seungmin's hair whilst the other held his dick. "Are you," he swallowed, throat dry, "are you sure that you want to do this?"

But no verbal answer was necessary when Seungmin proceeded with his pleasuring, more savoring the softness of the skin and the hormones racing within than the taste, for the obvious fact that could steer any away from that action, than anything else.

Soon sensing that Felix was growing tired of his position, he helped the blond onto his stomach, and then pulled his ass forward, fitting his face in again, working his palm around his own length, twitching.

The growth in the volume of Felix's moans was ever so encouraging, so Seungmin kept up, feverishly chasing his first release just as much as Felix, pushing his tongue past the twitching outskirts of Felix's insides as far as possible, unable to breathe with it, realistically.

"Close," Felix cried out, his sounds quieted into a more broken song beneath his hooded eyes and sweaty temples and tired hands, head perched over his shoulder and hips rocking backward, trying to take in as much of Seungmin as possible, even though the air promised that the knot forming in his stomach was only the beginning.

And so, at last, either came in their hands, breathless, hued skin bathed in a thin, sticky layer of sweat, and bashful grins on their faces, stained by a blush.

"Did you enjoy that?" Seungmin asked, seeking an ego boost as he rested next to Felix, drawing shapes, with his fingers, over the heaving stomach despite the few shallow strings of white contacting his fingertips. "It was my first time... you know... eating ass."

"Really? I couldn't tell," Felix mocked Seungmin's straightforwardness, finally allowing himself, at least more than before, to be grateful for what they shared. To appreciate their moments together, with the fullness of his heart, no matter how awkward or comedic their sex would be.

Because Seungmin was all that Felix could ever ask for, and he deemed it a pity that it'd taken so long and so much external hurt, for him to realize that.

"Can we... you know... have sex sex now? Or do you wanna continue unpacking?"

"Uhm..." Felix chuckled, looking everywhere but at Seungmin's smug expression, "sex, please?"

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Felix and Seungmin managed to maintain a healthy relationship for four years before Seungmin decided to propose. Yes, their sex was still awkward yet special, and that was something that either looked forward to during that time together.

Felix also continued to nurture his friendship with Chan and Bella, and saw the child as a little sister who would often have sleepovers with him and Seungmin, especially if Hyunchan... you know ;)

Felix and Minho also became good friends through their love for art, and frequently meet at art galleries, or at other places for simple hang outs.