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Felix leans back trying to get the last drops of his beer from the can and scoffs when finally gets only one. He was sure there was more than that. Jisung is lying next to him drunk and laughing at his friend’s frustrated face and patting him on the back as a consolation, although he could use some pity. Today he discovered that his crash has its own crash. Or how do they speak there now?
«Better?» Shortly asks Felix, pulling his hair aside from his forehead. Jisung’s eyes were swollen a bit but he hoped some rest and heartful conversation might help them to get back its regular shine.
«A lot, thanks,» Jisung gets him immediately. It was their unique feature that every person tried to unravel but gave up the same second they got into their minds.
Jisung’s gaze wanders chaotic around the room, not paying attention to anything specific. He is too tired and relaxed to think about something for more than a few seconds. He feels like he’s floating in the clouds, not lying on Felix’s oversoft mattress. His friend is definitely as soft as this thing is, knowing how hard he is obsessed with aromatic salt scrubs and hot showers. Jisung might take one right now.
Thoughts are jumping around his mind before he focuses on one that seems the best for him right now.
«You have a dildo?» Аn unexpected question makes Felix freeze with a can in his hand and trace Jisung’s gaze.
«Wha-?» Felix turns so fast that he might pour the beer on Jisung lying next to him, but that boy is too obsessed with the neon thing on his shelf to pay any attention.
«Pretty neon thing that looks like two plaited tentacles,» Jisung kneels and, much to Felix’s horror, reaches for the shelf to remove the rubber dildo. «Oh, wow, it’s so soft. It looked so hard,» Jisung wiggles his hand a bit and the dildo starts shaking like Jell-O.
«For God’s sake, put it back,» Whines Felix trying to reach out to Jisung to get his dildo back, but he stops him with a free hand.
«Why? Have you used it already?» Jisung’s eyes lighten, and Felix finds it a little disturbing. Jisung becomes the brattiest brat when he is drunk. «How it feels? Did you like it?»
«Good, nice, soft, crazy. Should I continue giving you epithets?» Felix moves forward and almost lies on Jisung trying to reach the dildo in his raised hand.
«How do you think, I would like this thing as much as you did?» Whispers Jisung in a conspiratorial tone, shifting dangerously close to Felix’s face. The smell of fruit beer tickles the receptors.
«I dunno, try and tell me.»
Felix is indignant and angry. He respects his best friend, but he equally respects his own space, which is now being invaded by a silicone dildo being waved in his face, his dildo to be exact. He's learned long ago that Jisung turns into a literally unbearable gremlin when he drinks more than a bottle of beer but has never learned to put up with it, so Felix leaves him alone with a request to «think about his behavior.» They both need some fresh air.
Cold air from the kitchen window and a glass of tap water feel refreshing. Everything feels odd. On the one hand, nothing extraordinary happened, they both are drunk and it’s no wonder they do some silly stuff or joke around like dumdasses. Still, on the other hand, he understands that his reaction was unreasonable. There have been a lot between them: fights, mutual play in silence, even drunken kisses (Felix still kinda hates to admit that it was the best kiss in his life) and Jisung’s innocent mischief is not a big deal to be mad at him.
He comes back to his room with a strong desire to apologise but words get stuck in his throat when he sees his friend lying on his bed totally naked and desperate.
«What the f-» Felix’s eyes widen as his gaze traces from Jisung’s red face to his invitingly upturned ass and neon dildo suction cup contrasting with honey skin.
«You said to try it, don’t you?» Jisung speaks as he is on the verge of consciousness. His wet lips are open and glitter from saliva as well as his hips, covered with lubricant. He must have an exciting tour of all his shelves and tables.
Jisung looks wet and exhausted in general, which is no surprise taking into account how plaintive his moans sound and how chaotic his hand is playing with a dildo inside him trying to push it deeper and harder. Desperate whining brings him back to hot reality.
Felix didn’t expect that for only half an hour of his absence Jisung might have found something more interesting to do than just yapping, to say the least. This time he outdid himself.
Felix moves carefully so as not to hurt, but Jisung is clearly unhappy about it, judging by an unsatisfied growl and fallen hands on a soft blanket. He can tell he is tired by hearing his hard, like an athlete who has done a race, breathing.
«Can you do something with it or will you just stare? You said that it is crazy, and in the end only exhausting.»
Jisung’s whiny voice as well as his trembling body make a shift in Felix’s guts sending a heat to his dick, hidden under his clothes. Felix seems to be watching himself from the side as if he can’t believe that it is he who is reaching out to touch his friend. As if it is not him who touches the soft and wet skin of his buttcheeks drawing a line from his coccyx to the base of the dildo. As is it is not Jisung’s body that jolts from his hands and it’s not his friend to reaches for more.
Felix climbs on the bed and puts his hands on Jisung’s butt. He feels like he is about to lose his mind seeing how deep the dildo is inside Jisung, making his hole tremble around it. He presses the base of the dildo, pushing it further and trying to get a desired reaction. Jisung flinches even harder and turns his hips higher, making his way back in an attempt to find a ground to rest against and to get the pressure and pace that he is so desperately seeking now. Felix scoffs under his breath. Jisung has never been the most patient among them, little pillow princess.
The first kiss finds its place between Jisung’s shoulder blades. Jisung thought he might have imagined it but when a gentle touch of the lips repeated, he shrieked quietly, making his eyes shut. He loves to be loved as well as getting excessive attention and care from dear people. Felix didn’t make it like he wanted from the start. As if doing it on purpose, Felix slowly pulls the base of the dildo enjoying the view of expanding and contracting muscles around the textured sex toy, and then puts it inside even more slowly bringing Jisung to trembling knees and curses slipped from his lips — he used to control himself but now he is absentminded.
«Do it the way you like,» Jisung whispers on the verge of tears hoping he’d be heard.
So does he. Felix smiles and pushes the dildo so deep inside him with the first move that Jisung’s body involuntarily tosses on the bed. He cries a high long moan not even trying to hold it back and not to scare the neighbors when Felix’s skilled hand speeds up, so it finds a rest on bed sheets. Indeed, Felix does everything in the way he likes: gifts his friend with long languid sensuality which was done by Jisung himself before he entered this room, and pushes him to the edge so sharply that the poor boy can’t hold himself together. Felix mixes the feeling of being used with a pleasure, changes the angle every time he moves the toy, whispers total nonsense into his friend’s red ear, and watches him falling apart on his lap. Jisung doesn’t even notice how he came if it wasn’t for pleasure and fatigue filling every corner of his body seconds after. He can barely find the strength to not fall on his side, but gently get down on the wet from his own sperm sheets.
«If you feel the same every time, I’m jealous,» heavily breathing says Jisung, closing his wet eyes. He wants to sleep so bad that he can barely speak.
«Not every time, I don’t have another Felix beside me.»