Chapter 1: Tipsy(18+)

Felix POV: 

His mouth felt hot against the side of my neck with his teeth scraping just enough to sting, tongue dragging slow over the marks he was already leaving. My back pressed against the cold hallway wall.

“Mhmm… fuck…”

The sound slipped out, before I could stop it. He paused for half a second, then his lips found a soft spot right under my ear and sucked hard. One hand sliding down, gripping my ass through my trousers and squeezing until I gasped. The other hand,  already working on my belt.

“Not… here,” I said between panting breaths. “I don’t wanna get fucked in the hallway…”

He did not answer with words. He just lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. The hard line of his dick pressed up against my butt through the thin layers of clothes, thick and already leaking.

He quickly opened and closed his apartment door.  

I could already feel my boxers soaked in precum.  

He sat on the bed, making me face him.  

The faint shadow couldn't hide his chiseled features. Even in the dim light, it was obvious how handsome he was. 

He quickly stripped me of my shirt and I helped in removing it. As he pulled me in and out, with each movement my dick grinded against his.  

His mouth slowly found my nipple, one hand teasing while the other guided my waist, making sure I was grinding on his dick.  

His tongue moved in a slow and wet motion, circling and teasing my nipple with both his hands and his lips.

“Uhmmm…”  

It felt so good.

He slowly removed his remaining clothes at a slow and unhurried pace. He took off his shirt too while I sat on his thighs. I caught sight of a tattoo that started from his obliques, framing his V-shaped waist. I could not help but want to trace it, and my fingers were already on his waist before I knew it.

“Like what you see?”  

His voice came out as a low and husky rasp.

“Mhmm…”  

Oh shit, I spoke without thinking again, I quickly tried to avert my gaze, and maybe it just amused him even more.

“Hahaha.”  

He let out a low and sexy laugh.

Before slowly lifting me up and gently placing me on the bed before stripping himself of all his clothes. The more I looked at his body the more I felt God had favourites.  

My eyes could not help but wander down to his dick. Damn, he was big and thick.

“I… want… to…”  

I paused, staring hard at his dick. I don’t know what came over me but the sight of his dick made me thirsty. I wanted to suck him off badly.

I slid down between his legs without another word. My hands wrapped around the thick base of him. He was already leaking, the tip shiny. I leaned in and licked the head first slowly, tasting the salty-sweet precum that kept beading there.

“Mhmm…”

I took him into my mouth properly. The stretch of my lips around his thick dick made my own dick jump. I sucked wet and messy, bobbing my head, letting spit drip down the shaft so everything stayed slick. He groaned low above me, one hand resting heavy in my hair but not pushing. Just holding.

I went deeper. Gagged once. Pulled back, breathing hard, strings of spit connecting my lips to his dick.

“Fuck… keep going,” he rasped.

I did. I sucked him like I was starving, hollowing my cheeks, tongue working the underside every time I came up. My free hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t take. Precum kept flowing. I swallowed every bit I could get.

When he finally eased me off, a thick string of spit and precum stretched between my swollen lips and his shiny head.

He reached into the nightstand. Condom. Lube.  

I watched him roll the condom down his thick length with steady hands. The sight made my hole clench.  

Then he poured lube onto his fingers, warm from his palm, and looked at me.

“On your back. Legs up.”

I obeyed. My thighs shook as I pulled them toward my chest. He settled between them. One slick finger pressed against my hole circling first, teasing, before pushing in slowly.

“Ahh…mhmm…”

He worked me open carefully. One finger. Then two. curling, finding that spot inside that made my vision blur and my dick leak steadily onto my stomach.

“Uhnn… more… please…”

Three fingers. The stretch burned so good. I was panting, moaning every time he brushed that place deep inside.

When he finally pulled his fingers out I felt empty. Needy.  

He lined up. The blunt, condom covered head of his dick pressed against me.

He pushed.

Slow.  

Inch by thick inch.  

The curve of him dragged against my walls until I was full completely, impossibly full.

“Mmmmh fuck ”

He bottomed out and stayed there, letting me feel every pulse of him inside me.  

Then he started to move. Long, deep strokes. Unhurried. Each thrust punched soft, broken sounds out of me.

“Mhmm… ahh… nhh..”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and leaned down, folding me open. The new angle made him hit even deeper. I could hear the wet sound of the lube every time he sank in. I could feel his dick slap lightly against me.

“Take it… just like that,” he murmured against my mouth before kissing me filthy and deep.

I came first untouched. My dick jerked hard between us and I spilled all over my own stomach and chest, crying out into his mouth while my hole clenched tight around him.

He didn’t stop.  

He fucked me through it, slower now, dragging every aftershock out of me until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, and yanked my hips up.  

He pushed back in from behind in one smooth thrust.

“Ahh!... Mhmm…deep.”

  

His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. He fucked me steady and deep, the sound of skin on skin filling the quiet room. I buried my face in the sheets and moaned with every thrust, drooling a little, completely gone.

He reached around and stroked my half hard dick back to full hardness while he kept pounding into me.

“Gonna fill this condom,” he growled. “You want that?”

“Y-yes… please… mhmm..”

He slammed in deep one last time and came with a long, guttural groan. I felt him throb hard inside the condom, pulse after pulse, while I pushed back against him like I never wanted it to end.

He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against my back.  

Then he carefully pulled out, tied off the condom, and tossed it aside.

I collapsed onto my stomach, completely wrecked.  

He cleaned us both with slow, gentle wipes. My hole was still twitching, sensitive, messy with lube.  

When he was done he climbed back onto the bed and covered me with his heavy body. One thick arm draped across my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his still half hard dick resting against my sore ass.

I could feel every warm, solid inch of him.  

The ache. The fullness that lingered even though he was no longer inside.  

The quiet, shy knowledge that I had taken all of him and still wanted more.

His breathing evened out against the back of my neck.  

I closed my eyes, the last clear thing I knew was the weight of him completely covering me.