Feeling Human Again (part 2)
content warning (this chapter but probably the next one): sex, oral, dirty talk, subxdom, please dont ever read this chan or i will jump into the moon
You weren't unfamiliar with this side of Chan. His mischevious side was one of your favorite parts because it was usually the transition into relaxing. But when he grabbed onto you, the touch was drenched with the feeling of desperation. The look in his eyes was hungry, devouring just the sight of you in front of him and the thoughts that raced through his head of what he was going to do.
"I thought you were busy with producing." It was hard to not let it show that this excited you. Play coy, play devious. The two of you never really got a lot of alone time. You shared what time you did have with the rest of Stray Kids, which was totally finally. They had all become like brothers. Being around them felt safe and fun and you wouldn't trade it for the world. "I don't want you to get behind."
Chan frowned, unwrapping his arms from you and stepping back, glancing at his laptop. The desk was a mess. Water bottles and scrapped paper were strewn about, an almost empty container of white rice and chicken. He groaned as he sat downat the desk, shaking his head knowingly like he knew you were right to get back to work. Placing his hands on the keyboard, he stared at the screen for a moment. The silence was palpable, the only light in the room from the computer reflecting onto his face. It felt like the time was passing by so slowly. You weren't really sure what to do. Normally he'd stay frisky and things went from 0 to 100 in minutes.
"…Chan?" Stepping forward, you tenderly placed your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, the glow of the monitor on you now. Without dropping eye contact with you, he slowly shut the computer. The room was dark. He stood up, taking your hand in his, guiding you to the door. Well, that's it, I messed up and annoyed him and he's going to kick me out. "I'm sorry I bothered you. I know production time is really important. I'll just watch the guys-"
The click of the lock made you jump. You hadn't even seen his hand go to the door.
"Like I said, it's soundproof in here, babe. And I've missed you like no other." He spoke quietly, almost a growl. It took you aback, but it was exciting as hell. The two of you met eyes again, the hunger returning with an even stronger fire. Before you could say anything, you felt his force drop you to your knees. This was new.
Looking up at him, Chan place his hand under your cheek, stroking your face with his fingers. His thumb traced across your bottom lip tenderly. It was almost hypnotizing the way he could have you wrapped around fingers with just the slightest of touches. The soft caressing turned into a firm grip, turning your head to squarely look up at him.
"You wanna try something?" He bit his lip, looking sexy as hell but you could tell he was nervous to ask this.
"I mean, it depends. I wasn't really expecting anything to happen when I came here so I guess it's the time to try."
He closed his eyes tight, you could see him go through a hundred thoughts before they flashed back open. The hunger.
"Today, I want to own you. I want you to call me sir." A shiver ran up your spine. The idea of Chan having a subissive/dominant kink was always a joke with the guys; they always thought they'd want you to call him daddy (which you weren't entirely opposed to).
"Yeah, I can do that." You wanted to get up to see him eye to eye. You needed to kiss him. But he kept you down, the hand on your chin still tight. It was a little unsettling, but very hot.
"'I can do that for you /what/?'" You could get used to this commanding voice.
"I can do that for you, /sir/."
The Aussie was quick to unbotton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock pop out. It was always a sight to behold. A monument to top of the sex god power Chan possessed. He looked down at you and then to his dick.
"Suck it." You weren't even going to verbally agree. If there was anything to start getting you warmed up, it was the sounds Chan made when you gave him head. Taking his dick gently in your hand, you tease it by rub the head all over your lips. He shuddered, stifling a groan. With a moment of eye contact and a mischevious grin, you were off to the races. He was just big enough to entirely gag you if you sucked casually, but it felt like it was a special occasion. Deep breath, throat open, you took all of him, letting his dick go all the way to the back of your throat and then some. The exasperated moan that left this man's mouth could've gotten you through a month of not seeing him, but you knew you were getting more. In, and out, licking all over and sucking, it was like heaven as he heaved with frustration. This was needed.
At one point, he grabbed your head, pushing you further down than you'd ever felt. He started fucking your mouth, hitting your gag reflex a few time but you are strong. There was nothing getting in between the path to getting fucked out of your mind by the love of your life.
"F-fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good," he breathed, hand tightly wound in your hair, "But I wanna touch you. Would you like that?"
You slid your mouth off his cock with a pop, causing him groan loudly. Thank God for that sound proofing.
"Yes, sir."
