“Hey,” he says. “Going okay in here?”
Seungmin laughs breathlessly into the pillow without looking up and, after a moment, lurches one hand into the air with a weak thumbs-up. He’s got his hips propped up on nesting cushions now soaked with slick, ass up while he buries his face and helplessly convulses on Felix’s cock.
“He’s doing great,” says Felix, his voice so weighted with warmth and fondness that it soothes Chan from across the room, like a stroke down his spine. He can’t imagine what the praise does to Seungmin, shaking with need and now whimpering in Felix’s arms. “Aren’t you a good puppy, baby?”
Seungmin makes a high whining noise and comes, a rush of slick coating his thighs. Chan can feel his humiliation from across the room, but Seungmin never stops pushing his hips back for more, trying to tease Felix’s knot into swelling faster. “Please—my, can I—”
“Right. I got you, baby. Seungmin was saying he wants something for his mouth.”
Chan feels his ears go red and hot, even as he’s moving closer, nodding. “Yeah. I can do that.”
It isn’t new for them, but they haven’t done it in front of Felix. He’s extremely conscious, as he unzips his pants, that his cock is soft—which is stupid, because Felix has seen it so many times, and Chan isn’t even here to impress anyone or to fuck; they just need his help.
Seungmin jerks Chan’s hips forward impatiently and swallows his cock, but almost immediately pulls away. “Hyung,” he says in that soft, needy voice that always ruins Chan’s heart somehow. Seungmin shouldn’t be pleading like that.
He brushes hair from Seungmin’s sweaty forehead, smiling despite himself. “Yeah, go ahead.”
Seungmin opens his mouth wide and goes slow, until he’s sucking Chan’s balls onto his tongue and letting Chan’s soft cock press into his palate. He makes a contented noise, slurping as he settles into a comfortable position cradled in Chan’s hips.
Felix smiles so fondly. “There you go, babe,” he murmurs, running a hand down Seungmin’s sweaty flank as he starts to relax. “Full enough?”
Seungmin is so heat-drunk he only makes a contented affirmative noise, wriggling comfortably between Felix and the cushions. Without thinking, Chan looks up and smiles back at Felix.
“What’s it feel like?”
“Um. Messy?” Seungmin sucks him gently, steadily, uncaring about the drool that spills out of his mouth. He treats it like a pacifier, flexing his soft tongue and cheeks around Chen’s cock in steady, pulsing rhythm and swallowing gulps of spit and precome with wet, obscene sounds.
Chan tries to hold still, though his cock is filling out and sometimes his hips twitch into a particularly compelling press of Seungmin’s tongue; Felix is idly rolling Seungmin’s hips, pushing him this way and that to massage him with Felix’s knot, keeping him relaxed through new waves of arousal. Seungmin doesn’t like heats, but he always does so well.
Seungmin writhes when Felix rocks him next, choking out a guttural moan, and Chan draws off quickly so he won’t choke. He pets Seungmin’s hair as Felix works him through the orgasm. Then he’s soft and boneless again, nuzzling between Chan’s thighs and tonguing the head of his cock before swallowing it down again. Seungmin sucks at Chan like he’s hungry for the taste, and Chan whimpers, desperate to fuck into the clench of Seungmin’s throat. He doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t. He knows not to. It’s just really fucking difficult.
“Good,” says Felix hoarsely. “That’s perfect.”
Chan’s hole clenches. He probably imagines the judgmental noise Seungmin makes around his cock, but Chan is so fucking wet right now that slick is dripping down his balls and maybe he deserves to be judged. Felix said they were good.
#filthfriday studding docx feat. alpha felix, seungmin in heat and highkey chanlix yearning 🙂↕️
