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he smiles then, sighs happily and shakes his shoulders like he can’t help himself. “hi bubby,” felix trills. “honey-honey. chicken nugget. heeeey.” 

felix is already halfway disrobed by the time he crawls onto the foot of the bed and right to you. his shirt is tossed behind him, shorts too. he plops on top of your blanket cocoon and groans happily, wriggling like a worm until he’s got a long leg thrown over your thighs and his chin propped up on your chest. 

his smile is blinding. he’s all pretty, pearly teeth and starry eyes, an expectant lift to his brows like he can’t wait to hear your voice. 

your own smile works its way to your face. “lixie, hey. how was it?” his hair is slightly damp under your fingers when you card your fingers through it. you can smell his sweat on him, feel it with your fingers, but you can’t find yourself minding too much when you think of just how much fun felix has performing, jumping and playing around on stage and shining star bright. 

“good! fun, you know? stays really cooked it up.” 

“yeah? that’s great, you’re-” you pause to squirm. felix is dense with packed muscle and has bony little elbows. on top of that, he’s warm all over. you’re going to start sweating under this nice comforter. “you’re cooking me up. you’re like, really hot right now.” 

felix’s smile turns mischievous, a little devious around the edges. he laughs then, heh-heh-heh, and digs his chin playfully into the plush skin of your covered breasts. 

“you’re hot. hotter. than me. you’re so hot. wait, wait, can i-?” felix shifts upwards, and his face eclipses the orange-yellow overhead light. you’re nose to nose now. felix bonks his forehead against yours on purpose. that damn smile’s still there; you know the tone of voice that’s going to come out of his mouth before he even speaks. “can i eat your pussy?” 

felix’s gremlin voice isn’t particularly sexy, but you’re ashamed to say that brazenness gets you going every time. 

“i meant warm, shit, like- temperature.” you squirm again. there’s heat pooling in your abdomen, cunt already slicking up from the compact weight on top of you and felix’s never ending boldness and desire. felix is nosing down your cheek — he’s going to stick his tongue in your ear to get you squealing if you don’t give him a better answer soon. “don’t you-? ah, lix, you don’t want to shower first?” 

he makes it to your ear, kisses the shell and sucks the lobe between pretty pink lips. his voice is as deep as the sea when he speaks up again, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “if i lick you how you like, i bet i could get you to give me one right here.” 

it makes you whimper. he isn’t even lying; it’s true, you bet he could get you squirting on his tongue. it’s dexterous enough, he’s enthusiastic and dedicated and looks like a dream between your legs that it wouldn’t be too much of a challenge. you’re going to question him again, but felix is too busy yanking down the blanket with greedy fingers to get at the waistband of your panties. he’s practically vibrating, thrumming with energy, and it’s making you itch for it too. 

“pervert,” you smile. felix has rucked the comforter and sheets to the foot of the bed, happily taking his rightful space between your legs with a throaty grunt. he nuzzles his nose against the damp gusset of your panties and smiles like a cat after he makes a show of breathing in deep, close-lipped and visibly satisfied because he wants to pull a reaction out of you. 

“fuck yes.” he settles onto his elbows, hooks tiny fingers under the elastic to pull the fabric to the side to get a good look. “look at all that sweetness you’ve made for me.” 

he talks slowly, like he wants the words to sink in. he’s too buzzed to do much else slowly, too pent up. felix leans forward like you’re magnetic, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth before his mouth ever makes contact with your slick cunt. the first lick makes you tense up, the second makes you keen and press the ball of your foot onto his shoulder. you’re wet already, but his tongue makes you wetter, slipping and sliding like he can’t decide where he wants to lick most. so he licks you everywhere — broad, quick. his tongue makes nasty little clicking noises as it bats fitfully against your clit. his sopping wet attention doesn’t feel like much until he focuses there, focuses on sucking that sensitive little button between plump pink lips and fluttering his tongue, bobbing his head with it as he goes. little fingers pull you apart, open you up, and it isn’t long until your legs are shaking where they’re bracketing his head. 

“mmm. so yummy, darling,” he says, lips brushing your swollen ones. “can we… off? wann’em off.” a shaky nod from you is all he needs, yanking your ruined panties down and off as quick as he can, situating himself down once more. he licks you again, presses wet, fleeting kisses to your aching clit to make you jolt and pushes the hood back to feel the bump. he’s playing with it, re-familiarizing the front and back and tip of his tongue with the sensitive ridge that makes you cry for him. it’s electric, his tongue lapping directly at that magical little spot, and your fingers yank that pretty blonde hair to pull him impossibly closer. “uh-huh,” he breathes against you. “uh-huh.” 

you’re grinding on his tongue by the time he pulls away, lips and chin and nose wet with the combination of your juices and his sticky spit. he licks the tips of his fingers and brings them to your clit in a messy rub, wide-open smile on his face when your quaking hips meet his touch. you know he’s up to something when his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, and you’re only proved correct when he love-taps you lightly right there, quick taptaptaps on your swollen, sensitive clit that make wetness splatter. 

“fu-uuck, wait,” you heave. felix moves his fingers to make room for yours, eyes lighting up like fireworks as you replace his with your own, rubbing your clit frantically before shoving two inside and curling them up. you’re fucking soaked, it sounds disgusting and soppy and slick, but you pull your fingers out almost as quick as they came at the building of burning pressure you start to feel deep down. “fuc- god… rub, rub- oh my, again, lix- mmph!” 

he listens well, desperate to give you both what you want. his fingers take their rightful place at your cunt again, rubbing hard and fast on your clit until you’re fucking shouting, a gush of liquid splashing from between your legs, splattering against your thighs and pubic mound and the mattress underneath with how messily felix is rubbing you off. he sticks his tongue out, lets your squirt drip from his mouth after you give him another gush with a pleased, dazed grin. his hand only stops moving when you clamp your slick legs shut, trapping him right where you’re pulsing. even then he doesn’t stop completely, content to rock his palm in small motions as best he can. 

“you’re like a-”

“stop,” you say, fondly exasperated. god knows what’s going to come out of his mouth after that. 

“-a sprinkler! a water gun. a cute one, i dunno. wanna drink you up all the time, bubby. i fucking love you, i needed that so bad, you know?” 

you think he might be starting to wind down now, all that adrenaline finally wearing off with your help. he’s quick to prove you wrong though — how could you be so silly — lapping up your belly and chest and nuzzling into your neck again, snarling playfully in your ear to make you giggle. felix grinds forward then, rutting his clothed cock into the warmth between your legs that have wrapped themselves around his lithe hips. 

felix pulls away then, kneels between your legs and brings his hand to the front of his underwear to squeeze his cock. he grabs himself over the fabric, polishes it with a rough hand before dragging the head of his clothed cock across your cunt and pressing it to the clenching give of your hole. the fabric would be uncomfortable if it weren’t so sticky wet from his precum. felix ruts forward, uses his thumb to push himself harder against your entrance. he can’t penetrate you like this, but you want it anyway, hips rolling to feel more pressure from his tip. 

“baby,” you coo. felix’s eyes snap to yours. he watches you without blinking, breath ragged as you lift your arms to take off your shirt. you’re naked underneath him now, pinned in place only by your need for him. your nipples pebble under the juxtaposing heat of his stare and the cool hotel room. “felix, baby.” 

“fuck. shit, can we fuck?” he’s breathless and wide-eyed, licking his lips like you’re prey. a frantic nod has felix pushing and prodding at you, helping you roll over onto your stomach and jamming a pillow under your hips when you’re just how he wants you. “over- yes. want you just like this, wanna feel that fucking ass.” 

you can hear the telltale sound of felix sliding his boxers down his thighs and kicking them off, settling contently above you and straddling the backs of your thighs with his own. he bends low enough to suck messy kisses across your shoulders, fumbling with his slick cock and easing himself between the pudge of your closed thighs to find your hole. felix’s breath is hot against your nape when he slips inside, load groan bouncing off of your clammy skin as he sinks as deep as he can go. 

a little hand squeezes your waist, slides to feel the way your hip meets the fatty globe of your arched ass. 

“‘m so worked up,” felix whispers. it borders on a whine, something reedy and earnest and open. he grinds his hips forward once and nearly knocks the back of your head with his teeth, mouth open and panting hotly into your hair. “your- baby, b- fuck, bubby, your fucking cunt.” 

you whine then, clenching down on him to feel him thrust into you again. you reach behind you to squeeze at his ass, and felix takes the hint, pulling back and slamming home to fuck himself tired. 

“wh- yes! yeah, oh my god!” your voice is muffled, cheek smushed into the comforter and bouncing with his rough movement. he’s planted on his elbows, head hanging so low his forehead is pressed to your spine. the clap of his hips against your ass is almost deafening, nasty and slick and loud. 

it doesn’t take long for felix’s rhythm to start stuttering. he gets like this sometimes, all that adrenaline and leftover energy making him even more susceptible to the warm, dizzying call of a good orgasm. his body wants it, chases it by using yours. you’ll help him get there, urging him on with sweet cries of his name and a tight, pulsing cunt to cum deep in. 

“ssshit, shit- not-” felix slams forward so hard it almost knocks the breath out of you and yanks himself out right after, soaked cock bumping your asscheek. his own breath is shaky, his palms are keeping him upright now. “i was- fuck, i was so close. i was so close to cumming already, but i’m not- haaah, i don’t want it to be over this soon.” 

he’s back at it after a few more moments of heavy breathing. felix’s cock fills you up again, pistoning roughly the moment he feels you hugging him. 

“y’r cock is so perfect.” felix growls at that, leaning down to press his weight into you again and feel your body quake. 

you feel it all then, the weight of his chest, his head against yours. felix spreads his legs wider and ruts, slipping a hand underneath your armpit to grab at your shoulder. he’s fucking you so messily that he’s lost his rhythm, but that’s not what he cares about anymore, he’s chasing something you want just as badly, humping his hard cock into your warmth and using your body like he would a doll. and isn’t that what gets to you the most? the hold he has on you, the rabbit of his hips. a toy for him, you’re something warm and sweet and pretty to cum in.

but he doesn’t let himself despite how badly his body wants it. he pulls out again just as his breathing starts to pick up, arching his ass back so that he doesn’t have the chance to rut against yours and cum on accident. what a sight he must be now, angry cock swaying, hole clenching. his balls must be so full for you. 

it shocks a muffled squeal from your throat. he’s not just denying himself, he’s denying you in turn, stealing that perfect cock away when you need it so badly. you can feel yourself gaping slightly, hungry and begging to be plugged back up and fucked to completion. 

his hips lower then and he covers you again. felix humps forward in search of your entrance, grunting pitifully into your hair and nipping at your shoulder when he just can’t get it, finally snaking a hand down to push himself inside. you’re meeting him now, angling your ass to meet his thrusts with weak ones of your own in your desperation to keep him from pulling out again. 

“please don’t stop,” you beg. are there tears in your eyes? maybe it’s sweat, but tears are more plausible, the burning around the corners and the quiver of your chin attests to that. “please don’t- please don’t stop fucking me. felix, fe- lix, pleasepleaseplease, please.” 

another bite to your shoulder, this one harder. you hope it leaves a mark, you hope it’s just as sore as your ass will be tomorrow, the angry smack of his hips making your cheeks heat up and sting raw. felix is hiccuping now, lapping messily at the place he just bit and mumbling nonsense into the skin. 

“cum for me first, bubby,” felix grits. he’s plastered so close to you that it’s easy for him to slip a hand underneath you, but it’s not as easy to touch you as he must have thought. the bounce of your hips doesn’t allow him to rub you as smoothly as he usually does, but the touch is everything regardless, the bump of his fingers, the way they slip and slide over your tender clit. 

your hips buzz when you get there, the first pulsing thud of your orgasm leaves you breathless, but it soon makes you squirm, tightening your already clamped legs and fucking your hips up into the feeling of his fingers and back onto his prodding cock. 

that rhythmic little squeeze of your pussy must be what finally makes him allow himself to follow you off the deep end. 

“i can’t fucking take it anymore,” he growls. you’re so sensitive, and he digs deep like this, his battering cock sends little zings of overstimulation licking right up your spine. “i can’t- take it anymore. please! i’m cumming, shit, fuck, please take my cum. want- want you to have it, oh god, oh god- ‘m cumming, cummi-”

he cuts off with a groan, something beautiful and deep and honest. felix slams fully inside one more time to finally fill you up, frantically wrapping you up in a tight hug as he spills deep, squeezing you in strong, lithe arms until he’s done. 

felix is heavy like this, but you don’t mind. his long hair tickles your cheek. you blow it away, but it comes right back down to rest where it was. 

you both really do need a shower now. a real one, with soap and shampoo and special conditioner. if you’re right — and most of the time you are — felix will be swaying on his feet by the time you pull him out of the shower and back into the bed for several hours of much needed sleep. 

“shit,” felix laughs. it’s sunny and warm against your nape even though the moon is shining high in the sky. “shit, my fucking back.”