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⇒ Blueprint Apartments
10:30am

"So," Chan started, placing a particular document on the nightstand before regaining his comfort on the mattress, Felix seated before him, "Now that we're sure I'm clean... I'm hoping that we could go on with our conversation?"

"What else did you have to say?" Felix blushed, watching as Chan took his smaller hands and kissed them, just like he'd always do; Felix could never grow tired of that gesture. "I thought we just had to get to it now," he giggled at the lewd nature of that comment, cheeks raised with their deepening hue.

"There was one more thing that I wanted to show you," Chan said, eyes narrowed sensually at his lover, and a plump smirk stretching one side of his cheek. "You see," he looked down, suddenly rid of the bulk of his confidence, before briefly releasing Felix's hand to reach for the nightstand once more. He opened up the small drawer, taking out a plastic bag before closing it.

"What is that?"

"I'm trying to get the most censored words to say this," Chan chuckled, clearing his throat, too anxious to lock eyes with Felix for the time being. Scratching at his toned stomach underneath the slack shield of his black tank top, he collected the item from the bag, holding it forward for Felix to take. "Do you know what this is?"

Gulping, and struggling in opposition to the urge to sing a chorus of childish laughter, Felix looked at Chan, and then back at the packaged thing in his hand. It was silver and had a jewel-designed, circular surface at the end. What Felix perceived to be its main section was cylinder-like in its circumference, but with a narrowed defined tip, as if made to enter some tight place.

"It says- it says butt plug?" Felix breathed out, exhales, and inhales an uncomfortable weight for his flaring nostrils, "What- what are you gonna do with this?"

"Well, what I wanted to say is that..." Chan rubbed his crotch, anticipating the possible outcomes of what he was trying to bring across. Biting his lip, and paying attention to Felix's expression as he took a hold of his free hand, he guided the latter to the same crotch that he had pressed barely seconds before, loving how flustered Felix grew for him. For him only.

"What- what are we doing?" Felix stammered with a cracked voice, bottom lip savoring the bondage of his teeth. Excited, but skilled in dimming the eagerness into an outward look of mere curiosity, he did as Chan had indicated with the action and moved his palm about the clothed section, breath hitching at the outline.

Damn.

An impolite thought briefly swept his mind; something about no wonder Chan had sought pleasure with so many before. Probably aimed to boast that godly size to all who pleased and consented. And Felix was more than grateful that that was his to enjoy from then on.

"O-oh," he coughed, unsure what to say, chest heaving with his heavy breathing, "Are we- are we going to do it now?"

"Not yet," Chan took the butt plug from Felix's size, opening the thin packaging, and observing its value in his hand, "because of my Uhm... size, and I want to make this into an experience for you, with as little pain as possible... I bought the plug... And the plan is that you wear it to get used to the stretch for the day... and then we fuck in the night... but only if you want..."

Shy from Chan's blunt admission, Felix looked sideways, fiddling with his fingers above his thighs. "Yes," he said, honestly nervous for what the elder's girth had to offer, and touched by his consideration, "I- I wanna wear it. But- all day? What if- what if I want to poop or something?"

"You can always remove it and then put it back," Chan chuckled, impulsively using his free hand to hold Felix's, kissing it. It was so heart-warming, how much of a reflex that action had become. "And you can always ask me if you need help in the bathroom. I don't work tonight, so I planned everything out, you know? You already showered, so I could- I could help you get it in now?"

Humming a timid, "Of course," Felix shifted in his seat, appreciating how Chan was so very hesitant to look whilst he stood to discard his shorts, yet sort of wishing that the older would react with more confidence. But Felix himself was unaware of how unprepared he was for that until Chan's gaze did find his half-naked frame and lingered, admiring every shade of cream and pink that adorned his lower half.

So Felix shivered at the view of the elder scanning his body, and either gulped. Chan's own breaths quickened, and his fingers trembled in their task to retrieve the lube that he had bought from another section of the nightstand.

With an already semi-hard member sprung beneath his abdomen, Felix squeezed his legs shut, covering himself with the sheet. And then Chan's sweaty palm found his thigh underneath, eyes stuck onto Felix's face and gestures, monitoring, ensuring that everything was going right.

"Just relax, yeah?" He said, shifting so that the blanket would be hung around his shoulders, earning him the title of what was covering Felix's erection from the ceiling. And oh, how Chan loved that view, honored for the privilege of being the first to witness, and settled in the perception that he'd be the only. "Can I- can I touch you?"

Nodding, Felix parted his legs, scooting down some, so that his head could lay comfortably against the pillow, and his hairless legs could hug a sure fraction of Chan's clothed waist. Felix gasped, quiet, when Chan's cold hand found his cock, petting it more than a steady stroke, just for the satisfaction of a tease.

He assumed that he'd not be allowed to achieve a release until evening.

So he kicked the air at Chan's sides, eyes narrowed into a glare at the laughing brunet, and lips pushed forward into a full pout, allowing a blush when Chan's thicker mouth met his, distracting him with a tongue kiss whilst the elder's hands worked their way in opening the lube, pouring some over three of his left fingers.

"I just need to prep you first," he whispered against Felix's lips, ignoring the evident tent behind the confinement of his sweatpants, "It's- it's gonna sting a little, maybe a lot- gonna be really uncomfortable- I've been through it... But it gets good I-"

"Channie stop talking," Felix smiled, drowning back a chuckle, "I trust you, I love you. I know you wouldn't hurt me, and I know that it'll feel good..."

With a deep breath in and a deep breath out, Chan kissed Felix again, guiding an index finger around his rim, loving the swiftness of his legs to part even wider. Chan wished to pause and say a prayer; some sign of faith that everything would go well, maybe. But for so many reasons, that concluded with implausibility, so Chan slowly slid the finger in.

His chest hurt when Felix winced, obliging him to mumble sweet, soothing nothings near the younger's ear, reassuring the fact that everything would feel just fine.

"It's not as bad as I thought," Felix soon whimpered, quiet moans swimming past his lips, loving Chan's kisses on his neck, "I- I think I'm ready for another one," he uttered a short moment after, fully hard by then. He hoped that Chan would be lenient with his dominance and grant him the weakest release before the full thing.

So Chan began to scissor him open, swiping some of the lube from his third finger, over to the active two. "I think you're almost ready for it," he said, glancing over at the dry toy on their warm mattress. "But," he remembered, "I have to wash it... gimme a sec."

"Wait- wait what?" Felix held Chan in place by his forearm, eyes glossed with desperation, lips swollen and wet from constantly sucking the other's, heartbeats quickened, and drops of sweat cascaded down his temple. "Why- don't don't leave yet- You can put it in after, can't you?"

Tilting his head to the side, Chan smirked, taking note of Felix's leaking cock, proud of the manifested effect that he was having on his lover. "Oh," he hummed, chuckling tauntingly, "I actually didn't plan on doing anything until tonight. How come you so needy already?"

"Channie," Felix whined, bucking his hips for any form of friction, on impulse, "le- let me finish, please? Please-"

"I gotta wash the plug, baby," was all Chan sang before getting off of the bed, taking the item with him into their shared bathroom, laughing at the manner in which Felix was practically squirming on the bed; begging for the opportunity to let it all out.

And soon enough, Chan came out, a dried, sanitized butt plug in his hand, a mini towel over his shoulder, and a tight smile on his face, brows arched at the white puddle that stood out on his navy blue blanket.

Because there was no way.

Chan deemed it a tedious task to accept the clear reality that Felix had gotten himself off in rebellion when he hadn't even been gone for that long.

"Felix," he called, tone low and feisty, smile growing at the view of a panting Felix on the same side of the bed, eyes hooded, and throat most probably dry. "What did you do?"

"You were being mean," Felix whined, cheeks puffed and red, growing deeper in the shade when Chan's weight added another dip to the mattress, "So I did it myself."

"You naughty, naughty boy," Chan laughed, lathering the plug with a squirt from the vanilla-scented lubricant, "You're so lucky I love you."

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⇒ 0325 Street, District 9, Seoul, South Korea
10:30pm

"I'm assuming that your mother hates me more now," he strained a barren chuckle, shivering at the odd silence which followed after. Clearing his throat, and kind of fed up with Minho's lack of contribution to their conversation, he tried again, "I'll- I'll be leaving the city by tomorrow. I got a new car," he sighed, squinting with the fear that Minho would chastise him for making such a big withdrawal from their shared account.

But Minho remained quiet, hand only spinning a small spoon idly at the depth of his black, bitter coffee; just like his soul, he had reasoned to not add milk nor sugar.

"I- I promise to pay you back, some way, somehow in the future, if we ever meet again. For everything-"

"Just stop it, Han," Minho rolled his eyes, Jisung satisfied to have at least gotten the bare minimum from him, "I don't want your money, or to ever see you again. You don't need to worry."

Ouch.

Han looked down, puffing out his cheeks, and reluctantly sipping on his tea. Not even during the period of his first acts of infidelity did their dinner table stand with such a dense aura around its four feet. But it was nobody's fault but his, and he knew that; he accepted that. Was ashamed of himself for letting it arrive at such an extent.

For letting it arrive at a point where he had nobody left.

"I'm sorry," Jisung mumbled, the crack in his voice indicating that he was about to break down, "I don't expect you to forgive me, or smile at me. I just want you to know that I'm sorry," Minho looked up... and Jisung broke down, "I'm sorry for hurting you- for not loving you."

Minho sniffled.

"For using you, and taking advantage of your kindness towards me. I hate myself for it- hate myself for wasting all of your years like that, Minho. I can't say that I didn't truly love you for the first few, because I did. But then I more fancied the idea of us, rather than us... being an us," he sighed, blowing his nose into a napkin, and passing a now crying Minho one over the table, "And I was so selfish- to have let it get to this point. To have avoided talking it out with you, for my own benefit."

"I forgive you," mumbled Minho to his own surprise, yet he went on, "But I just can't stand you, can't stand to see you, or be around you. And I'd never forget what you've done to me... But I forgive you."

A small smile brightened Jisung's rosy, swollen cheeks, drops of tears still meeting their surface. "Thank you," he said, sincerely grateful, "That's more than enough... thank you. I- I don't want to be a bother tonight, since you're back in the house... So I don't mind sleeping in my car..."

"Okay," Minho substituted for an "It's okay." Substituted for a sentence within the contents of, "I want to hug you one more time tonight... We don't need to make love... I just want to hold you, one last time."

"Okay," Minho reiterated to reassure himself, sobbing, "Okay."

"Okay," Jisung muttered, standing and taking a final bag from near the sofa. He had already packed all of his belongings into a storage house; those which he wouldn't need for his restart out of Seoul. Those that reminded him too much of Lee Minho, including the engagement ring.

Minho had asked for it back, and Jisung had placed it in plain sight on the counter for Minho to collect on his way out. And he saw clearly when Minho watched it, touched it, kissed it, and left it.

Left the ring which signified their lost love, called-off marriage... there, in Han Jisung's possession.

"Thank you for everything, Minho," Jisung said with, too much of an earthquake slurring his voice to allow the speech high volume, chest heaving with repeated sighs, and sweaty palms stressed, holding on to the doorknob. "I'm sorry for everything, and I wish you nothing but happiness... 'till we meet again?"

"Until we meet again, Han Jisung..."

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Questions [optional]
1. Thoughts about the Chanlix scene?

2. Do you think that Chan is fully ready to have sex?

3. Do you want a full Chanlix sex scene? XD

4. What do you think about Minho's decision to allow Jisung to sleep in his car?