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Felix had always known Chris would be ‘The One’.
They clicked as soon as they met, quickly transitioning from friends to best friends to boyfriends—so smoothly that Felix wonders if it wasn’t apparent from the beginning that they’d end up together.
After so many years together filled with ups and downs, Felix is finally going to marry the love of his life, his one and only, with their friends and family as witness.
But no one other than them knows of Chris’s struggle behind closed doors.
Before even getting together, Chris had shamefully confessed to him that he had a rare form of erectile dysfunction. Incurable, the doctors had said, leaving him impotent and unable to give Felix anything.
However, Felix didn’t mind. He had fallen in love with Chris for his personality and charm, and while the prospect of sex was definitely an afterthought, he was more than satisfied with Chris in bed.
Certainly, Felix had no complaints about their sex life. But not Chris—the guilt ate at him, especially when he thought about not being able to give Felix the experience of a real cock, nothing like their strap-ons and dildos.
Before Chris, Felix was a virgin, and despite his fiancé thinking that he’s missing out, he doesn’t really feel the same way. They have a wide range of toys reserved for the bedroom and Felix has never been left unsatisfied, which he always made sure to let Chris know.
Through their talks, and even a few memorable sessions of couples therapy, Felix had learned a lot about both himself and Chris. They had quite a few kinks in common, but there was one in particular that stood out to them—Felix’s thing for DILFs.
There was just something about an older man that Felix could call ‘daddy’ that did it for him, which they’ve experimented with by roleplaying in the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Chris had a kink for voyeurism, and fantasized about Felix getting fucked by faceless men, but was too jealous to actually picture him with anyone else, let alone think about sharing him with a stranger, or even one of their friends.
Although Felix had expressed that he was open to it, he definitely never expected Chris to ever approach him about it, especially not to state that he had someone in mind who he could actually trust and fit Felix’s kinks.
“Listen, Fee,” Chris bites his lip, a nervous tic that Felix immediately picks up, “I need you to keep an open mind.”
“But I already told you that I’m fine with anyone you pick,” he replies, using a thumb to gently pull Chris’s lip free before he worries it bloody.
Chris shakes his head, taking Felix’s hovering hand in his own. “This one’s… a bit out there.”
Felix feels intrigued despite the underlying worry at Chris’s words. “Did you pick a serial killer?” he tries to keep some levity as he asks, a faint smile on his lips.
Chris lets out a startled laugh at that. “Oh god, no, baby. I wouldn’t trust a serial killer with this, he might kill me and steal you away,” he says, fondness and affection seeping into his voice, his love so plain for Felix to see.
Felix giggles along with him, leaning slightly closer. He wants to cuddle properly already, but Chris always insists on keeping some distance during serious talk, and it has worked well so far.
“Okay, tell me. The curiosity’s killing me,” Felix coaxes with a whine, already knowing that he would give serious consideration to whomever Chris trusts enough that he would bring them to their bed.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Chris murmurs, caressing Felix’s cheek with a thumb, tracing random patterns over the skin that Felix knows are actually his freckles. “We still haven’t gotten married yet. If you die now, I can’t walk around claiming to be a mysterious widow.”
“You’re a fucking tease, Bang Christopher,” Felix scowls, but the frown slides off his face a moment later, only to be replaced by a look of anticipation. “Tell me, love.”
To his credit, Chris doesn’t stall it out any longer.
“My dad. I want my dad… to fuck you. While I watch,” Chris tells him, searching his eyes for any hint of disgust or anger.
“Mr. Bang?” Felix looks for a sign, a hint that his fiancé is playing a joke on him, but no, he knows Chris well enough to tell when he’s dead serious. “You trust him?”
And Felix means no offense by that—Chris’s dad, Bang Chan, is an absolutely amazing person, and probably the most supportive of their relationship. He was so excited about Felix marrying into the family that he was the one to go ring shopping with Chris, and he squealed when they announced their engagement to him.
If anything, Chan is like an older Chris, utterly lovable, and if Felix had been born earlier, he might’ve even snagged him up himself.
The poor man had lost his wife early on, and somehow managed to raise Chris into a mirror image of himself. Felix could only feel raw admiration and respect for him, and the struggles he had endured as a single father.
“Yeah,” Chris nods, slightly relieved at Felix’s calm demeanor. “It’s Dad. I know he’ll take care of you. He loves you just as much as I do.”
“Enough to rail me into the mattress?” Felix asks skeptically, an eyebrow raising up. “Did you even ask him?”
“I mean, you’re gorgeous, Fee. Who wouldn’t wanna rail you into the mattress?” Chris deflates a bit, shaking his head. “I haven't asked him yet. I was sort of hoping you’d… be there…?”
Well, isn’t that awkward?
To be there while his fiancé propositions his future father-in-law… It all sounds a bit fantastical, but Felix won’t deny the fact that he has been harboring a crush on Chris’s dad for a while now.
That Chris has been aware of this fact adds another layer to an already complicated situation, but he wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t considered it and deemed it unimportant already.
“Gotta make sure you secure that DILF, yeah?” Felix offers with a chuckle, squeezing Chris’s hand in support.
“Nothing but the best for my baby,” Chris swears.
“Mmm,” Felix hums, closing his eyes tiredly. “Cuddles now, please?”
If there’s one thing better than sex, it’s Chris’s cuddles—all firm muscles wrapping tightly around him, keeping him so warm and secure, Chris’s scent surrounding him and lulling him into sleep. It’s pure fucking Heaven.
“Of course, baby,” Chris murmurs, his voice softening to a low rumble. He envelops Felix in a cuddle, so full of love his heart is fit to burst with it. “I love you so much, my Fee.”
“Love you, too,” Felix mumbles, already ensorcelled to the point of sleep by Chris’s clearly magical embrace. He lets it claim him, all thoughts of Chan and the upcoming talk falling to the wayside.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go along with Chris’s plan to bring the topic up after a family dinner.
Felix can’t stop shooting nervous glances at both Chan and his fiancé, already overthinking things and imagining all kinds of scenarios that have him wringing his fingers together underneath the table.
What if Chan thinks they’re disgusting for even considering it? What if he disowns Chris—
“Is everything okay, Lix?”
Chan puts his hand over Felix’s knee in a show of concern, the same emotion reflected on his face. In any other circumstance, it would warm Felix’s heart that Chan is able to notice his worries and genuinely care about his stress instead of being a perfunctory father-in-law.
“We have something we wanna ask you, dad,” Chris broaches the topic, drawing Chan’s attention to him. “It’s really important to us that you consider it, because it’s something both of us want… and, uh, it’ll probably weird you out at first.”
“Weird me out?” Chan asks bemusedly, looking at Chris in utter confusion. “What do you mean? Son, if you killed someone and want me to hide the body for you, you’re asking the wrong guy. Your uncle Minho is the one you want for that.”
Despite Chan’s attempt at humor, Chris doesn’t laugh. A tiny smile does crack on his face, because really, no one actually knows if his uncle Minho could hide a body, but none of them ever want to find out.
“Dad… promise you won’t freak out?”
Chan nods. “I mean, I can’t promise too much, but I’ll try my best for you, son. For the both of you,” he amends, looking at Felix too.
“I…” Chris takes a deep breath, a lot more nervous than he was when he was telling Felix alone, “I want you to sleep with Felix.”
“Sleep?” Chan looks incredulously at the both of them. “Like… lie down in the same bed?”
“Well, that, and, like… Fornicate. Copulate. Have carnal relations. Sexual inter—”
“—Okay, I know what sex is, Chris,” Chan interrupts Chris’s brief stint as a thesaurus, “that’s how I made you. But what really matters is why would you even dream this up?”
“It’s just… you remember I was diagnosed with erectile dysfunction, right, dad?” Chris waits for his dad to nod, then continues, “Well, I want Felix to feel what it’s like to have sex with a real…”
Chan’s expression falls at that. “Chris, you know that you don’t need any of that, right? Felix, have you been pressuring my son into—”
“No!” Chris shouts, looking angry at his dad. “Never, and I mean never accuse Fee of that. He has always been my light, supporting me and telling me that he doesn’t need anything more, but I feel like such a fucking failure for not being able to provide just one thing.”
“I’m sorry, Felix. I was just worried…” Chan turns to Felix, who swallows harshly at the questioning look directed at him. “And you’re okay with this? You want to have sex with your future father-in-law?”
“We talked about this in-depth,” Felix glances at Chris, who nods at him encouragingly, “and Chris trusts you—I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything we didn’t agree to beforehand.”
Chris picks up where he left off, “The problem with other people is that I don’t trust them with Fee. Besides, Fee likes you, so I think you’re perfect for this.”
Chan looks back and forth between them several times, clearly thinking hard on everything that was just said. Felix tries to give him his trademark doe eyes, mentally pleading with him to accept.
Finally, Chan lets out a loud sigh. “Fine, but Felix gets to negotiate what he wants. You can give your input, but the final decision rests with him.”
Chris salutes with two fingers. “Got it, Captain Bang.”
Well, it turned out way better than Felix could’ve ever predicted it going. But now, he thinks he might go into cardiac arrest at the thought of his long time crush a.k.a. his fiancé’s dad fucking him while said fiancé watches them.
Talking out do’s and don'ts, including kinks, with Chris’s dad is a lot less nerve wracking than Felix had thought it would be, most of his apprehension offset by the sexual tension in the air.
Chan looks at him with anticipation, eagerly listening as he lists everything that he likes and dislikes.
“So… you prefer praise over degradation?” Chan confirms with him, taking his own notes like a diligent student. “And you want us to be in missionary position?”
Felix nods, a blush on his face, embarrassed at how vanilla he must seem to Chan. “Y–yeah…”
Chris giggles, adding context, “He wants to see your face, dad.”
“A very reasonable request,” Chan says with a smile, sending Felix a reassuring look. “Anything else I should know?”
“I…” Felix hesitates, tugging on Chris’s sleeve to convey the one kink he has never revealed to anyone else.
“Fee has a huge daddy kink,” Chris tells Chan on Felix’s behalf, pressing a doting kiss against his forehead. “He wants to call you daddy, but he’s not sure if you’re okay with that or not.”
“Oh.” Chan pins Felix under his sharp gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’d love for you to call me that, baby. I hope you don’t mind that I call you ‘baby’ in return?”
Felix shakes his head. Not at all—he wants that so bad.
“Lovely,” Chan purrs, almost predatorily. “As for protection…”
“No condoms,” Chris interjects sharply, even as his dad opens his mouth to argue. “Listen dad, Fee and I talked, and we… we have a breeding kink. If your test comes out clean, then we’d like it if you went bareback.”
“You sure you want me cumming in you, Lix?” Chan asks Felix, foregoing his son’s opinion on the matter.
“Yes, please,” Felix replies politely, his eyes shining as he looks at Chan. He wants to be creampied by this handsome older man who looks so much like his fiancé, and the thought of it is almost enough to get him drooling right then and there.
“So polite,” Chan murmurs approvingly, then nods. “Okay, no condoms if the test comes back negative.”
Felix beams happily at both Chan and Chris, suddenly feeling extremely excited. This was possibly the one kink he had hoped to indulge in, with real cum, and while Chris had found alternatives, it just didn’t feel right.
“You’ve found yourself a lovely boy,” Chan tells Chris, smiling at them as his son envelops Felix in a side hug, kissing his temple with a fond look. “Really makes me wish I was a few years younger.”
“Oh, I like you just the way you are,” Felix giggles, shyly covering his mouth with a hand. “A more distinguished and mature version of Chris, definitely my type.”
“You heard him, dad,” Chris laughs. He doesn’t even sound remotely jealous over Felix's very obvious crush on his dad, which makes Felix feel a lot more relaxed about the arrangement.
“That I did,” Chan agrees, chuckling along. “Don’t be afraid to back out if you reconsider, yeah? I won’t hold it against you, Lix.”
“I won’t reconsider,” Felix says with determination, then appends upon Chan’s glare, “but I’ll keep that in mind.”
Less than a week after Felix and Chan get their STD results—thankfully both negative—back from the clinic, Chris decides the day that Felix is finally going to get real, legitimate, 100% organic DILF dick.
Although Felix had asked his fiancé to join in, Chris was adamant that he would not participate beyond being present to make sure Felix was having a good time and that his boundaries weren’t being crossed.
Honestly, Felix thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing and selfless as Chris.
“I’ll be here the whole time, baby,” Chris murmurs soothingly to him. “Let my dad take care of you, okay? If you don’t like something, just tell us to stop and we will.”
It’s not the first time Chris goes over this for him. Felix appreciates how he seems to recognize whenever his nerves act up and reminds him that there’s nothing to be afraid of, that he wants this and that he’s being looked after the entire time.
“I love you,” Felix tells Chris, leaning in to give him a passionate kiss. God, he can’t get enough of him.
“Mmm, I love you, too,” Chris says when they break the kiss.
“Good to see that you two lovebirds are having fun without me. Should I even be here watching you two?”
Felix turns to see Chan standing by the door, a wide grin on his face as he looks at them with clear pride.
“You’ve seen much worse,” he giggles, referring to that time Chan had caught Chris fucking him in the living room with a strap-on that had a knot at the base—god, he remembers how Chan’s face had been slack with shock at how his hole had stretched around the knot.
At the time, all Felix could feel was embarrassment as he came at the sight of Chan watching them, frozen in place. After that, he realized that there was lust in Chan’s eyes, but both of them pretended that nothing ever happened and things were normal.
Of course, Felix had told Chris about them getting caught—how could he not?
Chris had simply patted Felix’s head and declared that he might be into a little exhibitionism if it had turned him on that much. But maybe that was when the first seed was planted…
“I quite enjoyed the view actually,” Chan smirks, most likely remembering the same thing Felix is.
Chris stops Felix from retorting back, asking his dad teasingly, “Are you just going to stand there and flirt all night long? Or are you gonna come here and take care of Fee like we agreed on?”
Chris’s taunt does its job, getting Chan to enter the bedroom and make his way to Felix, whose breath hitches at the casual approach.
“I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” Chan murmurs, tucking strands of Felix’s hair behind his ear. “The most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on, and he belongs to my son, of all people.”
Felix’s heart flutters at Chan’s sweet words, while Chris doesn’t say anything, only smiling encouragingly at the both of them. He can’t believe it either—that he would soon be fucked by his future father-in-law.
“Thank you, daddy,” Felix says gratefully, staring at Chan just to see the way his eyes darken at the new term.
“Of course, baby.” Chan deftly starts undressing Felix, fingers creating blazing trails against his skin. He doesn’t hesitate, touching Felix all over, tweaking and playing with his nipples, as well as caressing his hard cock. “Just as beautiful as I remember…”
There’s something reverent about the way that Chan touches him, like he’s been given a privilege that he intends to savor for as long as he has it. It makes Felix feel precious, safe and taken care of, just like his fiancé said he would be.
Chan leads him to the bed, stripping himself down to nothing as they go, revealing his cut physique to Felix’s hungry eyes. He isn’t as toned as Chris is, but Felix knows that he still works out to keep in shape.
And his cock—Felix has to work to keep from throwing himself down on his knees and worshiping it the way it deserves.
“Like what you see, baby?” There’s a smirk on Chan’s face, wiping away all traces of insecurity.
Felix knows how obvious he’s being, but how can he resist admiring Chan’s form?
“Yes, daddy,” Felix purrs, breath hitching in his throat as Chan puts those muscles to use by lifting him up and placing him on the bed. He can’t help the way his cock jumps, extremely turned on by the show of strength.
“I’m going to take my time with you…” Chan barely spares his son a glance, all his focus on Felix. He gets on the bed and takes a few moments to cast his gaze over Felix’s naked body, nothing but appreciation swimming in their dark depths. “Exquisite.”
Although Felix is used to hearing compliments from his fiancé, the roughness in Chan’s voice is so sincere that it has him blushing like it’s his first time all over again. He lets out a soft sigh, any unease he feels melting away when Chris takes a seat by his head, his presence reassuring.
“Daddy,” Felix mewls as Chan leans over him and starts kissing him all over, from his sensitive ears to his nipples, then finally down his toned stomach to the base of his hard cock. “O–oh.”
“Cute,” Chan murmurs, giving the tip of Felix’s length a chaste kiss and coming away with precum clinging to his lips, which he licks away with a smile. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
Incredibly aroused and feeling decidedly submissive, Felix meekly spreads his legs open for Chan, doing his best to resist the urge to close them back at the hungry look Chan is giving him.
Chan uses his thumbs to expose Felix’s furled hole and dips his head, his breath coming out in hot puffs on Felix’s skin.
Felix gasps in shock and tenses up as Chan licks a broad stroke over his hole, his back arching up in response. He thinks he could cum just by this, precum leaking down his shaft as Chan lavishes his rim with attention.
“You’re so beautiful…”
Felix looks up at Chris with bleary eyes, mouth parted, moaning when Chan prods his tongue into his hole. His fiancé is looking down at him with love embedded in his expression, not in the least bit upset that Felix is moaning for his father-in-law.
“Chris…” Felix jolts in place as a finger pushes past his rim, drawing his attention back down to Chan.
“Eyes on me, little one,” Chan says in a chiding tone, using his finger to help loosen Felix's walls. “Does it feel good?”
“So good, daddy,” Felix whimpers, clenching around Chan’s finger. Chan had always been doting and affectionate with him, favoring him over his own son, but it had always been innocent—never in this context, at least.
“Good boy,” Chan praises, pressing his finger in even deeper, down to the knuckle before pulling it out. “Chris, pass the lube.”
Chris wordlessly hands over the lube, which Chan decants onto his fingers, warming it up. Felix watches, heat curling in his gut, as Chan slowly presses two fingers into him this time, taking care to let him adjust.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Chan points out, calmly opening him up. “Didn’t you prepare him beforehand, Chris?”
Chris laughs under his breath. “Nope, I wanted him to have the full experience.”
“In that case, we can’t have our baby disappointed, can we?” Chan twists his fingers just so, making Felix keen at the sudden pressure against his prostate. He doesn’t let up for a while, only adding in a third finger while Felix convulses in pleasure at how good it feels.
“M’close, m’close!” Felix cries out, only to let out a loud whine when Chan stops and pulls his digits out, hole twitching. “No, please—!”
“Teasing him already, dad?” Chris asks with amusement in his tone, holding Felix’s hand in his own.
“Just getting him ready for me.” Chan kneels between Felix’s legs, spreading lube onto his cock with his hand. “Look at me when I put my cock in you, baby.”
Felix trembles, clutching his fiancé’s hand even tighter as he stares at Chan with anticipation burning inside his chest. His mouth automatically parts into an ‘o’ shape at the feel of Chan’s tip pressing into his hole, an unintelligible sound escaping him.
It doesn’t take more than a minute for Chan to fully bottom out, but it almost feels like an eternity with how slowly he carves his way in, as though reshaping Felix’s walls to fit his cock alone.
Oh, fuck.
Despite having been fucked with toys with all manner of textures, a real cock feels so different to its silicone counterpart. It’s thick, emanating heat from every pore, throbbing away inside him like a heartbeat.
“How does it feel, baby?”
It takes Felix a few moments to realize that Chris is the one asking him the question, almost lightheaded with how full he is.
“Feels so good, so full, it’s so good,” Felix babbles, giving an experimental squeeze and breaking out into a moan that’s echoed by Chan.
“Shit, he’s so tight,” Chan mutters through gritted teeth. “Wish you could feel him, Chris. It’s like he was made to take cock.”
Felix lets out a shuddered breath as Chris caresses his face and neck. Every single thought he has is chased away by Chan moving with measured thrusts, frustrating even as it clouds his mind with impatience.
“Please,” he pleads, trying to push back against Chan. He needs it harder, faster—
He quickly finds out that his begging is to no avail when all Chan does is shake his head, continuing at a snail’s pace that’s quickly making him feel insane.
“Look at me,” Chan commands once again, cupping Felix’s chin. “I’m making you feel good.”
“Da–daddy!” Anything else Felix might’ve said is firmly relegated to the back burner as Chan rediscovers his prostate and begins grinding against it. It only solidifies in his mind the fact that Chan loves teasing him. All the while, a pool of precum starts forming at the base of his cock.
“Shh, don’t cry, baby…” Chris coos, sweeping sweat-matted hair away from his forehead before leaning down to lay a peck of his lips. “You’re doing so well for dad, yeah?”
Felix sniffles pitifully and nods, unable to stop the few tears gathered at his lashes from creeping down his heated cheeks. He looks up at Chan, so handsome even with sweat trickling down his forehead and looking so much like his Chris, affection welling up from deep within him.
“Come on, fuck him good, breed him full of your cum,” Chris goads, sounding so eager to have Felix filled up with cum.
“Well, if you insist.”
Much to Felix’s delight, Chan finally picks up the pace with a grunt, hips snapping as he fucks him hard and fast just like he wanted. It doesn’t matter that not every thrust finds his prostate—he’s so worked up he thinks he could cum untouched just by being fucked like this.
“Fuck, yes—shit! Ah!”
Loud curses tumble freely from Felix’s lips, every syllable dripping with pure unadulterated pleasure. He’s almost overwhelmed by how good he feels—his blood is like molten lava coursing through his body, a fiery inferno raging in his veins, conducting nothing but pure pleasure to every part of him from head to toe.
Chan is almost animalistic in the way he fucks him, slamming into him with so much force his body rocks up the bed, only for Chan to drag him back down onto his pistoning cock.
“Aww, he’s drooling.” Chan uses a thumb to wipe the corner of Felix’s mouth, only smearing the drool into his skin. “Gonna cum on my cock, baby?”
Helplessly, Felix tightens his grip around Chris’s hand, breathing out a desperate ‘yes!’ in response to Chan’s question. He’s so close, the next thrust directly into his prostate would most likely be the one to have him come completely undone.
Chan grips his waist and fucks into him with fervor, the slight shift in angle making it so that he’s consistently rubbing against Felix’s prostate.
Finally, finally, the heat that had been simmering boils over, erupting like a volcano, Felix’s entire body going taut with his release. Cum spurts from his cock, landing all over his abdomen and dripping down his sides before it tapers off, the rest of it dribbling down his shaft to form a puddle.
Chan doesn’t stop fucking him like a man possessed through the entirety of it even after he stops cumming, his body glistening with sweat. The only thing keeping Felix grounded is Chris’s hand in his, offering him unconditional love and support.
“Fuck, look at you,” he pants out while overstimulating Felix, “so fucking sexy, cumming on my cock like that. Fuck, m’gonna cum, gonna fill you up.”
With a low, bitten-off groan, Chan cums inside him, coating his walls with hot, sticky cum. It’s surreal to think about how his fiancé’s dad is the first person to cum inside him—he feels a bit dirty, but overall just so satiated in a way he never thought he would with anyone that isn’t his Chris.
Chan takes his time catching his breath before pulling out with a hiss. “Shit,” he whispers, looking down at Felix’s ruined hole.
That’s when Chris finally gets up from his side to stand by Chan, eyes dark and hungry as he surveys the slight gape Chan had inflicted upon him. “You did a number on him,” he says casually, like he didn’t just witness his dad wrecking his fiancé. He reaches down and easily pushes two fingers into Felix’s loosened hole. “Don’t waste any of his cum, baby. You went through so much effort to get it in the first place.”
Felix would be hard again in an instant if Chan hadn’t spectacularly worn him out. As it is, he whimpers as his cock gives a weak twitch, a valiant attempt at trying to revive itself for another round.
“What do you say after you’ve been taken care of, baby?” Chris asks warningly, reminding Felix of the few rules they had established in the bedroom.
“Thank you, daddy,” Felix recites dutifully, but sincerely. He smiles up at Chan, dazed and sated, slowly drifting off. He trusts Chris to clean him up, his fiancé long used to his tendency to pass out after good sex.
“Thanks for doing this, dad,” Chris says in a low, hushed tone.
Chan shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not like it was a chore to do this. I enjoyed it a lot, and I hope Lix did too.”
“Yeah? Would you be open to doing this again sometime?” Chris asks hopefully.
“Are you sure?” Chan’s voice is coated with surprise. “I thought this would be a one time thing…”
“Only if you want to,” Chris tells him, a smile playing on his lips. “Whenever I think Fee deserves a reward for being good. Not that he’s particularly bad, but he can be a bit of a brat sometimes.”
“Oh, so I’m a reward now, huh?” Chan laughs, clearly amused.
“Only the best for my love. And you’re the best, dad.”
“You sure love to flatter me, kiddo. Not afraid I’m gonna steal your fiancé away?”
“Planning on stealing my baby from me? Keep drea…”
Felix doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, falling asleep to their quiet banter.