Fics like His Heaven

The second Felix had said, “I’m staying here,” Chan already knew this wasn’t about cuddling. Felix never stayed just to be still—his spoiled little husband had never been good at simply sitting pretty, especially not when he was needy and had gone a whole morning without attention. Chan could feel it—Felix’s slow, deliberate rocking against his thigh, the soft drag of his slick, delicate little pussy through those paper-thin shorts, pressing right down onto the muscle of Chan’s leg. Pretending to be innocent. As if Chan couldn’t feel the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric, couldn’t hear the faint little breaths Felix was trying to keep quiet. Or Felix turns up at Chan’s office acting like a spoiled brat, desperate to get ruined. Chan fucks him through fake protests, stuffs him full, and reminds him exactly what his dumb little boypussy is for.

Fics like His Heaven

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