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Chan answers the call without checking who it is, despite it being 2am.
“Hi, Chris,” Felix’s voice filters through, gravelly and yet as soft as it can be. Chan immediately breaks into a smile at the sound of his boyfriend greeting him, focusing on his work for just a second to save it.
“Hi, baby. It’s late, thought you went to sleep hours ago.” Chan swipes off the call screen to tap on their chat, reading over Felix’s several ‘goodnight’ messages from earlier. He brings his phone up to his ear again and hears Felix hum from the other side, the sound sending a shiver down Chan’s spine.
“I tried, but I missed you too much. My bed feels so big and empty. Cold, too,” he sighs, and Chan can practically hear his adorable pout. He chuckles lightly, saving his work two more times before turning his laptop off and moving from his desk to get comfy under his sheets.
“What, a week of cuddling every night wasn’t enough?” Felix whines at his teasing and Chan’s heart flutters with adoration.
“We didn’t just cuddle,” Felix reminds him, his tone now sultry — suggestive, even. Chan nods, even though he knows it’ll go unseen, swallowing hard at the memory. “Miss Daddy’s fingers in me, on me. Everywhere. Miss Daddy’s cock,” Felix whispers, almost sounding like he’s whining.
Chan shudders, his cock twitching with interest. “Yeah, baby? Daddy misses you too. That sweet, tight little hole of yours. Wanna cum on those pretty freckles again.” He hears Felix moan softly at that, then some movement. “Hm? You want Daddy to cum all over your freckles again, darling?”
“Yes,” Felix moans, much louder this time. His desperation is too addictive for Chan to care about Seungmin hearing Felix; a worry for later. “Wan’ Daddy’s cum everywhere, wan’ it leakin’ out of me.”
Chan hears a quiet creak, a breathy moan from Felix. “Are you touching yourself, baby?” he asks gently. Felix gasps, and Chan wonders if it’s because he’s brushed a finger over a too-sensitive area, or because he’s been caught doing it.
“’m sorry, Daddy,” Felix keens. “You— fuck, you sound so good. Love Daddy’s voice so much. So hot ‘n sexy,” he whines, and there’s a soft squelching sound.
“Send me a picture, honey. Quickly, okay? Need to see what you look like right now.” Chan is already kicking his duvet away and tugging his underwear off, taking his fully hard cock in one hand and giving it a languid stroke the entire way down. He tightens his grip at the base, jolting when it sends sparks of electricity to every nerve in his body. His hand never feels as good as Felix does, be it his hand or his hole. Not warm enough, not wet enough. Not Felix, certainly.
Chan is taking a picture of his own just as Felix’s comes through, holding back from peeking at the photo preview just to get the angle he knows drives his boyfriend crazy. He hits send without thinking and immediately clicks onto Felix’s photo, choking on a breath at the sight.
The fates are playing their cards right tonight, Felix’s matching LED lights the same purple hue as Chan’s. He’s completely naked in bed, holding his phone up towards the ceiling to get every part of himself in frame. His lips are slightly parted, wet from what Chan can tell, and he can’t help but want them wrapped around his cock — immediately. Next to Felix’s leg, Chan notices the bottle of strawberry lube and a dildo; something in him swells with pride when he’s hit with the realisation that it’s the one the exact same size as him.
His cute little cock is hard against his stomach; Chan is sure he’s already leaking. It’s almost like Felix is right in front of Chan, yet it’s driving him crazy that Felix isn’t physically with him. Because right now, there’s nothing he wants more in this world than to see and touch his boyfriend when he’s looking like this.
“Fuck, honey,” Chan breathes shakily. “You look so good for Daddy. You gonna touch yourself for me? Fuck yourself on that dildo the same way Daddy fucks you, hm?”
“Hngh… y-yeah,” Felix replies. The microphone seems much closer to him now, where Chan can hear every gasp and breath Felix lets out. There’s a folder somewhere in the depths of Chan’s recording software, full of sound bites that could never be heard by outsider ears, sounds that are a lot like what comes through Chan’s phone now.
He’s surprised he doesn’t possess a recording for the sound of Felix squirting lube onto either his fingers or the dildo — probably the former, judging by his frustrated little grunts — nor the high-pitched moan that slips from Felix. Chan would listen to it forever if he got the chance to record it. Maybe he’ll ask Felix to recreate it the next time they’re alone together.
“Tell me what you’re doing now, baby,” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly. Any faster, with what he’s hearing from Felix, and he won’t last more than a few minutes. (Felix never complains when that happens; in fact, he finds it incredibly hot and sweet that Chan loses all control around him, enough to be unable to delay his orgasm like he’s usually so good at doing.)
“Mm, I’m… ‘m touching my cock. Just the head, nowhere else,” he manages.
“Good boy,” Chan praises; Felix must be able to hear the proud smile in his voice and giggles lightly, the sound trailing off into a gasp. “Hm?”
“So sensitive,” Felix pants into the phone. “Wish Daddy could touch me like this. Love your hands on me.”
Chan swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, groaning when he realises how sensitive he is too. “Wanna touch you so badly, kitten. Bruise you up, won’t leave one bit untouched. Would leave your cock ‘til last, make sure you cum at least once without being touched there. What are you doing now?”
Quick, short gasps filter through, another loud whine. “Putting it… unh, in. Miss Daddy so much, wan’ it t’be y-your cock. S’not enough,” Felix complains. He cuts himself off with a moan that’s far too loud, far too obscene, has Chan bucking up into his hand with a moan.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck yourself for me, Lix, like Daddy fucks you. Jesus, you sound so— ngh, so good. So sweet and dirty. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Wanna feel small. Always love it when you’re on top of me. So big, your hands too. Can cover me with one hand.” Chan glances down at himself at that, and it’s the wrong move because all he can picture is Felix needing both hands to wrap around his cock. “S’too big, Daddy. Won’t fit,” he whines.
“Mm, but you’ll make it fit, baby, won’t you? You do so well, making Daddy fit every time. Send me a picture when your belly bulges, ‘kay?”
“Won’t fit, Daddy, please,” Felix begs. From what Chan can make out, he’s fucking the dildo into him now, probably using only half of it.
“You’ll make it fit, sweetheart. You want to be good for Daddy, right?” Felix hums, though it sounds more like a whimper. “So listen to what I tell you and show me your belly bulge,” Chan grits, faintly aware of Jeongin getting up to use the adjacent bathroom.
Felix whines pathetically, sounding on the verge of tears, and it’s driving Chan crazy that he doesn’t get to see any of this. His mind works well enough to create the images of what Felix must look like, how his cheeks are probably as red as his nipples are, but it’s not as good as the real thing.
“How’s your chest, baby?” Chan prompts, starting to fuck into his fist at a quicker pace. “Touch your nipples for me.”
Felix does, and gasps with an unbearably pretty whimper. “I’m so sensitive, Daddy. Hurts when I touch. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please.”
“Tell me what your nipples are looking like now, sweet boy. Roll one between your fingers for me,” Chan instructs, aching to nip and tug at one of Felix’s perked buds. There’s not a part of him that Chan isn’t obsessed with, parts he’d die without. Maybe a bit dramatic, but in all fairness, it’s Felix.
“Ha— hurts, Daddy. They… so red. Swollen. Miss, y’r tongue and teeth,” Felix slurs, barely forming coherent sentences.
Chan pulls a lip between his teeth and nods, flipping onto his stomach and slotting a pillow under his hips. He’s still holding his phone in a vice grip, but it’s starting to become a nuisance; though there’s no way in hell he’ll have it any further away and potentially miss one of Felix’s saccharine gasps.
“You sound so cute begging, honey,” Chan coos. “Need Daddy to take over?”
“Mm. Wan’ you to do this instead. Can’t, s’too much, Daddy,” Felix whines, almost as loud as the obscene squelches as he continues fucking himself. “So— i-it’s so deep. Can, hngh, can feel it in my throat — Daddy, fuck.”
“Deeper, baby,” Chan urges. “You can take more, always take it so well. Such a good fucking whore for Daddy, aren’t you? Always fit my cock in you so perfect, don’t even have to try. It’s like you’re made for me.”
Felix is crying down the phone now, babbling nonsensically, begging Chan to fuck him, touch him anywhere, anything. His lover is just as nonsensical, rutting his hips against his pillow in uncoordinated thrusts, and all he can picture is Felix coming undone right underneath him, pinned down by Chan’s weight.
“Fuck… fuck, D-Daddy. Did it, looklook, did it,” Felix hiccups. There’s some movement, a brief pause and then Chan’s phone pings.
His hands tremble as he opens Felix’s message, met with what can only be a mirage; there’s no way this is real. A photo of Felix, utterly fucked out and teary eyed, spread open on his back with a familiar shape bulging his belly. His usually flat, toned belly that Chan cannot think about now, he can’t, he can hold out a little longer—
“Want Daddy to fuck a baby into me,” Felix moans wantonly, right into the microphone. “Make me swollen with your cum and make sure it takes. Wan’ carry Daddy’s baby. All round and swollen f’you.”
“Fuck— fuck, Lix, baby. Honey, you— Jesus…” Chan’s hips jerk with a final stuttered thrust as he spills into his hand, moaning gutturally right into the phone. He forces himself out of his own pleasure for just a second, to hear Felix cumming with a strangled whimper, crying into the phone with each wave that passes.
“Daddy. D-Daddy, ‘m… ‘m sorry, couldn’t… ha, Daddy,” he rasps. Chan’s hips move with a mind of their own, and he rides out the aftershock against his pillow, far too sensitive to form a coherent thought.
“…here. Honey, ‘m here, Daddy’s here. Got you, mm?”
Once Felix is reassured that Chan is still on the line, they fall into a comfortable silence; something they always do after anything sexual, but it feels different when they’re not with each other. For a second, Chan swears he can smell Felix’s shampoo on the clean pillow he rests his head on. He sighs heavily, fingers itching to run through Felix’s soft hair, his heart aching for his boyfriend’s physical presence.
“Baby?”
“Hm.” Felix’s voice sounds hoarse.
“Get some water for me. Can you do that, honey?”
Felix whines discontentedly. “S’too far away.”
Chan sighs, carefully easing the pillow out from under him with a grimace and flipping onto his back. He really doesn’t want to complicate cleaning up at 2 in the morning, and Felix is his first priority, anyway. “I know, honey. But you can try, yeah? Just a few sips.”
Chan grins when he hears Felix’s grumbling from the other end, satisfied to know he’s alright. Once Felix drinks the water (and shows Chan that he’s done so with another picture), he’s lying in bed again, cum streaked across his stomach.
“I love you, Chan,” Felix yawns, mumbling something about the location of his washcloth.
“I love you too. Good job, sweetheart, did so good. You listen so well to Daddy, always.” Chan tries to fight the yawn that surfaces but inevitably fails, cleaning himself up with a baby wipe in a few seconds. The throw he aims towards his bin is unsuccessful, but he doesn’t have the energy to get up and put the wipe in properly. “You all cleaned up?”
“Yup. Just tired now.”
Chan laughs softly, saving all of the photos Felix has sent him. One more comes through, a fucked out-looking Felix with tousled hair, snuggled under his blankets. Chan finds he’s envious of the cactus plushie trapped between his lover’s arms, but still saves the picture. “Good. Get some sleep now, alright? Promise me.”
He can practically hear Felix’s grin. “Promise, Daddy,” he replies in his gremlin voice. Fuck, Chan is so lucky to have him. "Oh, and Chan?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Happy birthday," Felix whispers. "I hope the late wish was worth it."
Chan couldn't have asked for a better birthday gift, especially when he already knows Felix will have planned for more later on. He chuckles softly and turns on his side. "Of course, it was."