"I'm in love with you, Tristan." He blurted out. "I think I've been in love with you my whole life. For as long as I've even been able to. I was just too much of an idiot to figure it out before now." Lance admits. Tristan just stares at him for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted in a silent gasp. But then his face softens into something else. He's got a brilliant grin on his face and his eyes sparkle.
Tristan steps closer to Lance, reaching his hand up and placing it gently on the taller boy's cheek, his fingertips just barely grazing his hair. "Yeah, you are an idiot. But so am I, so I guess we'll just have to be idiots together." And before Lance can even reply, Tristan is crashing their lips together.
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Corruption Kink!Felix Part 2
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(I wasn’t expecting much on part 1, but at least 15 people requested?! Here you go sweethearts, I hope it’s to your liking)
It had been three months.
Felix had kissed you for the first time three months ago, holding gently onto your waist as you lay underneath him. A short kiss compared to what he was craving, but a far safer choice when he looked at it as a stepping stone.
He kissed you like that for three months.
No teeth, no tongue, and pulling away far before the two of you ran out of air. He played the part of the caring boyfriend well, partially because that’s what he was. He knew this was all new to you and wanted to ease you into things.
...but he also wanted to hear you ask for more.
Every time his hands itched to caress more of your body, every time his mouth watered at the thought of sucking marks onto the pristine canvas of your neck, he held back.
But he only held back because he knew that’s what you were doing too. He could hear the whine you tried to stifle when his kisses stayed chaste, the hitch in your breath when he trailed his mouth across your cheek even when all he did was stay there. He could feel the way your hips squirmed and tensed from the effort not to grind down on him whenever you sat on his lap.
It was the sweetest torture, waiting for you. You were such a good girl, putting all your trust in him to decide when it was best for the two of you to get more intimate. He supposed he could throw you a little bone, change his plan a little bit to get you both what you needed faster.
“Oh, sorry.”
The words were whispered an instant away from your lips, his deep baritone easy and his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. Movie night on his bed had been put on hold for one of your oh-so innocent “make-out” sessions, your figure lain out on the plush mattress as he kneeled above you, a knee between yours with one arm above your head for keeping himself stable and the other resting feather-light along your jawbone. His apology was for an incredibly calculated slip-up he’d made: just about the time he’d normally pull away, he’d instead swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.
“No, it’s okay.”
Your answer was more breathed than said, a shy, delicate sound that wouldn’t have reached him if he was any farther away. Your eyes kept straying from his, flickering back to his mouth as if you didn’t know he had a tongue up until this moment. It took everything in him not to eat you whole when your own tongue subconsciously slipped from your lips to wet them, your mouth remaining slightly open as the sweet scent of your breath washed over him. The smile he flashed you then was angelic, a glowing beam that nearly hid the sin in the question he posed next.
“Okay? How okay is okay?”
You gulped, his favorite habit of yours. You always did it when you were frightened. It was the best when it was because of him. It meant you were about to do something that scared you.
“Okay is.....do it again Felix, please.”
You kissed him, insistent and urgent and needy. But not, he nearly groaned to notice, with tongue. He stayed still a moment, watching with rapt attention as you clung to him and crushed your form against his as best you could without being obscene. It was the little mutters of “please” that you started letting out between pecks that finally made him crack.
His grip on your face was suddenly demanding, his weight dropping down onto yours and holding you in place in a way that didn’t crush you, but didn’t allow you room to escape. His tongue was tangling deeply with yours, rubbing and teasing and exploring what he’d been denying himself. Both of you let out primal moans, your open mouths doing nothing to stop the guttural sounds of pleasure. It was your first french kiss but the way your eyes rolled back as he sucked on your tongue made you look as wanton as any porn star. He finally released you, your head dropping back onto the pillow as the two of you gasped for air. He could tell you were lightheaded, your eyes shifting in and out of focus. He sucked in a particularly harsh breath when he noticed the line of your combined drool glistening from your shining bottom lip to your chin. You were completely debauched, just from your first taste of a saucy kiss.
He gazed at it in a trance and decided he’d gamble one step further. The knee that rested between yours slowly rose up to press against your heat, hidden by thin pajama shorts. His whole body shuddered, his eyes slamming shut and his breath coming out hard through his nose as he focused all of his self control on not taking you then and there.
Your wetness had soaked through your shorts.
(Okay I lied part two isn’t smut but guess what that means~ Part 3 is already in the works darlings! I wanted to see how everyone felt about this new format, because this fic is turning out to be loooong, I promise. In the meantime, feel free to request blurbs from me! I’ll even take requests for this version of Felix, if you’re truly so insatiable)
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