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There's a knock on Felix's door. “Come in,” he calls out, not wanting to get out of bed to answer it when he's so busy doing important things like switching endlessly back and forth between TikTok and Twitter. The door opens, and Jisung pokes his head inside. Felix smiles at him. “Hi, Jisungie.”
“Hey, Lixie,” Jisung returns. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crosses his arms over his chest in a very obvious attempt at looking Nonchalant and Collected. In reality, he looks anything but. There's an anxious, frantic edge to him and his smile is somehow even shakier than usual. “Wh-what’s up, man?”
Felix looks him up and down. “Uh, you tell me,” he says slowly. “You're the one who came into my room.”
“Right!” Jisung says, laughing weakly. He doesn't say anything else, doesn't elaborate, doesn't explain why he's here, just keeps smiling almost maniacally. Felix frowns. He puts down his phone and sits up in bed to regard Jisung more intently, eyes squinting. He takes in his disheveled state, his bird's nest hair, his inside-out shirt, his flushed face, the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead and upper lip. They stare at each other in silence for a few loaded moments before Jisung seems to give up on the fake nonchalance and pushes himself off the doorway to stand up straight, fidgeting with his fingers. “Uhm. I have, like, a really big favor to ask, bro.”
Felix goes back to smiling. “Sure thing,” he says, chipper. He's always more than happy to help with anything Jisung needs from him. “What is it?”
Jisung opens his mouth, then closes it again. Opens it, closes it. Opens it, closes it. He looks kind of like a malfunctioning animatronic of some sort. Or maybe like a character in an anime where they didn't bother to animate the proper mouth movements so they just flap it uselessly. Kind of like that. All of a sudden, Jisung giggles, high-pitched and nervous. “Actually, you know what? Nevermind, I'll figure it out on my own. Thanks, though.” He motions to leave, but Felix stops him.
“No, wait!” he calls out, and Jisung halts. “It's okay, bro, it's just me. You know you can ask me anything.” Jisung still hesitates, eyes wavering uncertainly. There's a blush to his cheeks that Felix rarely sees on him anymore, at least not when he's talking to Felix. Usually, there are very few things between them that are considered TMI, so whatever Jisung wants to ask of him must be very embarrassing for him to act this way.
Eventually, Jisung takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says. “Okay. I'm not going to tell you not to laugh at me because I know you're going to either way, so I'll allow you to laugh at me about this exactly one time, which is right now, and then never again.” He takes a few more deep breaths, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through pursed lips, and then he blurts out: “I may have gotten a sex toy stuck in my ass, and I can't get it out, and I may possibly need your help to remove it because the thought of going to the ER for this makes me want to literally die.” Felix gawks in utter disbelief. Jisung keeps rambling. “But, like, you can totally say no if it makes you uncomfortable, in fact, why don't we forget that I ever even asked about this, and we'll both go our merry ways, and I'll just have to accept living with a dildo inside of me for the rest of my–”
“I'll do it,” Felix says to make Jisung stop working himself into a panic. “I'll help you.”
Jisung's shoulders slump with relief. “Really, bro?” he asks meekly. “You'll actually do this for me?”
“Of course,” Felix says, nodding. “One second, though.” And he doubles over with laughter.
“I said you were only allowed to laugh about this one time!” Jisung squawks indignantly. “You've already reached your quota! Stop it!”
“I'm not laughing,” Felix insists while laughing. Jisung crosses his arms over his chest, scowling, cheeks turning a pretty crimson. It would be more intimidating if he wasn't currently naked and stretched out on his bed with remnants of what appears to be several loads of dried cum on his belly. Felix blinks at the white flakes cracking on his skin, then slides his eyes lower to look at Jisung's cock, which is hard and ruddy. “Jeez, how many times did you come already?”
Jisung grimaces. “Felix, my man, my dude, I lost count long ago. This thing is...” He cuts himself off with a gasp, squirming, clutching the sheets. “...I swear it's like right on my prostate, I'm... to be honest with you, I'm– ah, getting a bit fucking desperate here, so if you'd please... please...” Something about Jisung, flushed and writhing and pleading, gets Felix a little heated, but he doesn't let it show.
Instead, he attempts his best version of a reassuring smile, and he pats Jisung's thigh soothingly, which should maybe be weird when he's naked and hard. Oh well. They've done weirder things in the years they've known each other. “Hey, hey, it's okay, you'll be okay, yeah? I'll take care of you, man.” Jisung exhales shakily and nods, though he does seem somewhat placated by Felix's outwardly calm demeanour. Felix rolls up his sleeves and rubs his hands together. “Alright, let's get at this bad boy. Up you go, let me see what we're working with.” Jisung seems to be getting redder by the second, but he complies and pull his knees up to his chest to expose himself. His asshole is shiny with lube, clenching under Felix's attentive gaze, and his skin is soft-looking and hairless. Felix hums a noise of surprise. “Bro, you wax?” he asks.
“Shut up,” Jisung says, giggling. He hides his red face behind one of his hands. “So what if I like feeling as smooth as a fucking baby dolphin? What's wrong with that, huh?”
“Nothing wrong with it,” Felix says. Nothing wrong with it at all. He reaches out to massage the pad of his thumb over Jisung's rim. It immediately tightens up further at the same time as Jisung twitches and sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. Felix clicks his tongue. “You have to relax, I can't get in here if you're all tensed up.”
“You try relaxing when you're about to have your roommate's hand up your ass,” Jisung groans, removing his own hand to squint at Felix. “I mean, it may be tiny, but still...”
Felix huffs at the slight and digs his tongue into the inside of his cheek. “Tiny?” he repeats, raising his eyebrows in faux-indignation. “I'm leaving.” He motions to get off the bed, but the panicked, urgent look that immediately takes over Jisung's face makes him unable to keep the facade up for too long, and he can't contain his chuckle.
Jisung pouts. “Don't be mean to me,” he whines. “I'm in a crisis, I'll literally cry. This is a very traumatic experience for me.” Damn, he always looks so cute when he's pouting. Felix has no choice but to take mercy on him.
Locating Jisung's bottle of lube, Felix slicks up his hand. Perhaps he should feel more reluctant to do this. He's literally about to finger Jisung, his roommate, his friend, his best bro. Somehow, it doesn't seem off-putting to him at all. Huh. “Relax,” Felix repeats. He's using the same deep, comforting voice he used back when he tried to make money off ASMR videos before realizing that the market was way too oversaturated to make a reliable income. It seems to work on Jisung, anyway, because his asshole unclenches under Felix's probing fingers, allowing him to slide two of them inside. Jisung's jaw drops open, his eyebrows knotting together. It's tight and warm and slick, but Felix doesn't allow himself to focus on that for too long. He wets his lips, pushes in a little deeper as he tries to find where the toy is, pausing when Jisung's whole body jolts. “You okay?”
“L-listen, dude,” Jisung stutters, beet-red. “I'm... I'm sorry in advance if I, like... accidentally moan or... or whatever.”
“It's fine,” Felix assures him. “I get it.”
“I might even c-come,” Jisung whispers, bravely looking Felix right in the eye despite how much he looks like he wants to look literally anywhere else.
Felix gulps. “That's fine, too,” he says. He doesn't actually know how he'd feel if Jisung was to come while Felix has his fingers inside of him. Jisung is clearly troubled, however, so Felix doesn't voice his concerns and just keeps smiling instead. “You're good, bro. Don't worry about it.” He gasps when the tips of his fingers finally make contact with something solid. “Oh, there it is, I feel it! Wait... is it vibrating?”
“Uhm,” Jisung squeaks meekly. “Y-yeah. Among other things.”
Now that Felix knows, he does notice a faint, buzzing sound that he had written off as just the hum of one of the many electronics in Jisung's room. “You poor thing,” Felix says with great sympathy, wincing. Carefully, he pushes in a bit further in an attempt to possibly get a hold of the toy. It's just out of reach, and even though he had made a big deal out of Jisung calling his hands tiny, Felix is cursing his own short fingers right now. “Wow, yeah, that's really up there. I don't think I can get it like this.” He looks down at where Jisung's body is enveloping him, and his stomach flips as a horrible, sick solution sneaks its way into his brain.
Slowly, Felix raises his gaze to look at Jisung. On most days, they seem to share a single braincell, and today is no different, because Jisung appears to have been struck by the same horrible, sick solution, simultaneously coming to the same conclusion as Felix. “Oh my God,” Jisung breathes. He covers his face with one of his hands again. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Yeah,” Felix says huskily. He clears his throat. “I mean, we-we can try something else, like... like maybe there are tools–”
“You are not shoving any kind of tool up my asshole,” Jisung cuts him off, and Felix is sure there's a dick joke to be made somewhere, but he doesn't think Jisung would appreciate it at the moment.
“Alright, alright,” Felix says. He swallows around the lump lodged in his esophagus. “Guess I'll just...” He doesn't finish his sentence, only reaches for the lube again.
Jisung has his eyes squeezed shut as Felix slowly stretches him open with his fingers. “I can't fucking believe this is how I get to cross fisting off my bucket list,” Jisung mumbles, a bitter note to his voice.
“Same here,” Felix says. “This isn't exactly how I expected it to happen. Kind of thought there would be a pussy involved.” Jisung opens his eyes to look at him, brows furrowed, an apologetic expression on his face, but Felix just smiles brightly at him. “It's okay, though! I don't mind doing this for you. What's a little fisting between bros, huh?” Jisung looks like he wants to say something else, but then Felix adds a fourth finger, and all that comes out instead is a drawn out moan that goes straight to Felix's crotch. As much as he tries to remain collected, this is affecting him more than he thought it would. Fellas is it gay to be turned on at the prospect of fisting your roommate?
Jisung's chest is heaving, his skin glistening with perspiration that Felix kind of wants to get a taste of, but that would probably be going too far. “Well,” Jisung breathes after a few moments of silence. “If it makes you feel better, you can refer to it as my pussy.” The comment surprises Felix enough for him to startle, which in turn causes his fingers to curl inside of Jisung, who whimpers and tenses at the motion. “Fuck, Felix. ” He clenches around Felix, tight enough that Felix can barely move, and Felix watches in wide-eyed awe as Jisung's dick pulses through a dry orgasm. Shit. It's definitely too late to call no homo at this point.
Boneless, Jisung slumps back on the mattress, tears in his eyes. He looks mortified. Felix gets over his own shock really fucking fast. “Hey, you're okay,” he says, smiling comfortingly. “You're fine, everything's fine, it happens.”
A watery, incredulous bark of laughter escapes Jisung. “It happens?” he repeats as he wipes his wet eyes with his palms. “I really don't think it does.”
“I'd say it's a pretty normal, natural reaction to having someone's fingers inside of you,” Felix reasons, crooking his own fingers to prove his point. Jisung yelps and contracts around Felix so hard it makes him wince a little. “Ow, fuck, okay, I'm sorry.” Felix keeps his hand still, waits for Jisung to unclench so they can keep going and finally get this fucking toy out of him. Jisung remains tense. Felix rubs his belly. “You'll have to relax again.”
“Trying,” Jisung says through gritted teeth. “I'm just so...” He shudders, toes curling. There's something a little delirious about the look on his face. “I'm sensitive.”
Felix gulps. “I could maybe, like... try to help you calm down?”
“How?” Jisung asks, big, glossy eyes fixed right on Felix.
“Don't know,” Felix says, even though he does know. He knows what he would like to try, and their single, shared braincell makes it so that Jisung seems to know as well. Jisung's gaze drops to Felix's mouth. It's not like they haven't ever kissed. Hell, they kiss each other goodnight every night before bed like the true homies they are. It just feels different to be kissing while Jisung is naked with four of Felix's fingers up his ass, but if that's what's needed to make Jisung relax, Felix will do it. He shifts to lean closer. Goes slow to allow Jisung to stop him if he doesn't want this. Jisung doesn't say anything, so Felix leans the rest of the way in to press their lips together.
It is different. It's not like t he quick, short pecks they usually exchange. This kiss is longer, deeper, Jisung's trembling hand curling around the nape of Felix's neck to keep him close, and when Felix swipes his tongue experimentally along the seam of Jisung's lips, Jisung parts them without hesitation to let him delve inside. As Felix continues to kiss him languidly, Jisung's body gradually loosens up until Felix can move his hand again. The way Jisung gasps into his mouth makes Felix a little lightheaded. Felix still doesn't stop. He adds his thumb as well, swallowing down Jisung's moan as all five of his fingers slowly slide inside. “Felix,” Jisung breathes, clutching Felix's hair in a tight grip. “ Felix.”
“Hm?” Felix responds. He's already mouthing his way down Jisung's neck before he realizes what he's doing. God, he's getting carried away. He needs to stop. He pulls back to look at Jisung, takes in his blown pupils and red-kissed lips, the bottom one of which is trapped between Jisung's teeth. Felix tugs on it with the thumb of his free hand to make Jisung stop chewing on it, then dips down to suck it into his own mouth instead. He probably shouldn't do that, either. Too late.
By this point, Felix has most of his hand buried in Jisung's ass. His fingers make contact with the toy again, and he's acutely reminded of why they're doing this in the first place. Right. In the heat of the moment, he had kind of lost track of the mission. Carefully, he tries to grab the toy. It slips out of his grasp the first few times, his fingers slippery with the absurd amount of lube he's using, but then he finally manages to gain a firm hold on the thing, and he starts to tug. Jisung's body goes taut at the friction, mouth dropping open, breath held the whole time Felix pulls it out of him, and when it finally slips free all the way, Jisung's back arches off the bed as he comes again with his eyes fluttering shut and a weak moan pouring out of him.
Felix stares in terror and awe at the massive dildo he just pulled out of Jisung, long and thick and made of purple silicone, thrashing on the mattress like a beached fish as the tip of it rotates wildly. Fumbling, Felix manages to find the button at the bottom of it to turn off the vibrations lest it thrash itself right onto the floor, and the sound of Jisung panting takes over the room instead. “Fuck,” Jisung breathes. He puts his legs down, sprawls out on the bed, completely lax. “Fuck. God. Fucking finally. I swear I'm never putting anything up my ass ever again.”
“Well, at least use a toy with a flared base if you do,” Felix comments, then frowns as something suddenly strikes him. He picks the toy back up to inspect it. “Hang on. Isn't this the dildo Minho-hyung gave me as a gag gift for my birthday last year?”
When Felix looks at Jisung, he finds him with both hands covering his face. “I don't know,” he squeaks from behind the fortress of his palms, which means it definitely is. “Okay, it definitely is.” Ah. Felix did think it looked familiar. Last time he saw the dildo was when he shoved it into the back of his closet, never expecting it to ever get any action because he didn't think anyone was mad enough to actually try it. Turns out he was wrong about that. Jisung huffs. “So what if I'm a size queen anal whore, who just wants my hole filled, but I'm too anxious to buy a sex toy for myself?”
“You could've just asked to use it,” Felix says lightly.
Jisung peeks at him from between his fingers, eyes glittering. “Really, bro? You'd let me do that?”
“Of course,” Felix says with a grin. “Anything for the homies.” He lays the toy out on top of Jisung's belly, just to see how deep it had actually been, and he gets a little dizzy from the sight of it. Then, he thinks about the way it had been moving when he pulled it out, and how it had been moving like that while it was inside Jisung, and he gulps. “I honestly don't know if I should be intimidated or impressed.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jisung says, shoving Felix's shoulder, but it's accompanied by a breathless laugh, so Felix isn't too worried. He just grins wider. Jisung drags his bottom lip into his mouth again to chew on it in contemplation. “Thank you, bro. For helping me out. I wouldn't have let just anyone do that, you know.”
Felix beams. “Of course, man, any time,” he says cheerfully. There are not a lot of things he wouldn't do for Jisung, although he can't say he ever anticipated having to do anything like this. Not that he would mind doing it again, just maybe without a stuck toy involved next time.
Still with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, Jisung eyes Felix slowly up and down. “Quick, casual handy for your trouble, sir?” he offers, inclining his head in the direction of the obvious bulge that reveals Felix's arousal, and Felix shrugs.
“Sure, bro, if you're offering,” he says. “Although I don't know if my dick can do whatever the fuck that thing just did.” Jisung simply rolls his eyes and reaches out to undo the drawstring of Felix's sweatpants.