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It’s been a while since Chan has gone apple picking—at least five years. He had taken Tina to a local orchard when she was in kindergarten. They’d spent the whole afternoon there and baked a delicious apple pie with the apples they’d picked.
Now, Chan is making brand new apple-related memories with Felix, his perfect boyfriend of six months now. The day is far from over, but he can already see it going down in his personal history as one of the best he’s had in a while.
“A little to the left… A little more… Perfect!” Felix plucks the apple he'd been eyeing off the tree and drops it into his basket.
Some of the branches are too high for Felix to reach, so Chan had hoisted him onto his shoulders to act as his human ladder. He’s accustomed to carrying Felix around, so he doesn’t mind one bit—having Felix’s stocking-clad thighs around his neck is certainly a plus as well.
“I think that’s the last one,” Felix says.
“Good,” Chan carefully lowers Felix down on the ground. “Any more and you would’ve picked all the trees bare.”
Felix lets out a small huff. “That’s not true. You’re exaggerating.”
They stare down at Felix’s overflowing basket—it’s his third one of the day. Granted, Chan did book the entire orchard just for them. He should’ve expected Felix to take full advantage of such a good opportunity.
“Okay, maybe I went a bit overboard,” Felix admits with a shrug. “But think about all the things we can make with these. Apple pie, apple muffins, apple cider, apple fritters. You know what they say. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Chan raises an eyebrow and glances back down at the mountains of apples Felix had collected. “I think the doctor’s retired at this point.”
“Stop it.” Felix shoves Chan’s chest with a hand and pouts. “Don’t spoil my fun,” he whines, clutching his apples protectively to his chest.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
Chan steps closer to Felix and rests his hand over his on the basket’s handle. Felix’s expression softens at the touch and his grip loosens. Chan smiles fondly, setting the apples on the ground before pulling Felix toward him and pressing their lips together.
“Are you having a good time, Lix?”
“The best time.” Felix melts into Chan with a contented sigh. It feels so unreal that Chan has the privilege of holding this beautiful boy in his arms every day. “Today was perfect, Channie.”
They’d arrived at the luxury farm resort in Adelaide yesterday, and they’re staying for a whole week. Tina is in good hands with her Aunt Hannah, which made it easy for Chan to let go of his worries.
While it’d been too late for him and Felix to do anything but eat and sleep last night, Chan made sure today was packed with activities he knew Felix would love.
Breakfast in bed featuring a stack of buttery waffles, getting “lost” in the property’s corn maze, a hayride where they made out half the time, and of course, several glorious hours of private apple picking.
“Good. I’m glad you’re happy, baby.” Chan gives Felix another soft kiss as he tightens his arms around him. He slides a hand down to Felix’s butt, and an idea takes shape in his mind. “But now I think it’s time for me to have some fun too.”
Felix’s eyes fly open, and Chan can feel his heart thumping against his chest. “What do you mean?”
Chan smirks. “Don’t be coy. You know what I mean.” He grazes his fingers down the small of Felix’s back and over his ass until he finds his thigh—that firm, supple thigh he’d been so tempted to bite into when they were wrapped around his neck. “I think you knew what you were doing when you asked to ride on my shoulders.”
Felix blinks, the sun reflecting in his doe eyes as he puts on an innocent look. He’s pretending to be oblivious, but Chan lets him keep playing the part—it’ll make the payoff more satisfying for both of them.
“I just wanted to reach the apples,” Felix says sweetly, jutting his bottom lip out. It takes everything in Chan not to lean in and suck it into his mouth. “I didn’t do anything wrong, so you can’t be mad.”
“Oh, baby,” Chan shakes his head in disappointment. “You should know better than to tease me when you know I can never resist you.” He squeezes Felix’s thigh, feeling the heat of his skin seeping through his black stockings. “Naughty little minx. Looks like I’m gonna have to punish you.”
“P-punish me?” Felix’s facade cracks, and his eyes gleam with a mix of fear and arousal that Chan knows all too well. “How?”
In lieu of a direct answer, Chan’s lips curl into a dark smile. He leans close to Felix’s ear and whispers, “I’ll give you a ten-second head start. Run.”
Felix tears out of Chan’s arms without another word and bolts down the orchard path like his life depends on it. Chan has a hunch that Felix is struggling to stifle a grin, high on the thrill of the chase.
Chan takes a moment to eye Felix’s retreating form, noticing how his plaid skirt flutters around his legs, revealing hints of his shapely ass hugged by his stockings. He licks his lips, ready to sink his teeth into him, and once the ten seconds are up, Chan sprints after him—a wolf on the hunt for a helpless rabbit.
Felix almost makes it out of the orchard and into the field beyond when Chan easily catches up to him, stopping Felix in his tracks with his arms wound tight around his waist. Felix squeals, trying to wriggle free, but it’s too late. Chan pushes him down on all fours and presses his erection tight against Felix’s ass, feeling his lithe body clench with anticipation.
It doesn’t matter that they’d had several consecutive fuck sessions last night and this morning. Chan can never get enough of Felix, and he knows Felix feels the same.
“Gotcha,” Chan whispers, bending over Felix to nip at his ear. “Didn’t run fast enough, baby. You can’t get away from me.”
“Ch-Chan…” Felix looks at Chan over his shoulder, eyes alight with desire as he amends, “Daddy.”
Fuck. Chan will never not get painfully hard whenever Felix calls him that.
Ever since they got together, Chan's sexual dynamic with Felix has evolved into something uniquely them—when one of them is in a dominant mood, the other will indulge and surrender to their whims. Chan likes to take his sweet time with Felix when he’s in charge, teasing and torturing him until he’s begging to be fucked.
This, however, is not one of those times.
Chan shoves Felix’s skirt up and yanks down his stockings and panties, exposing his bare ass to the slight chill of the late afternoon air. The orchard has been empty all day, with not even a staffer in sight, but there still exists the possibility someone might see them. This only turns Chan on even more.
“You know what happens to bad boys, baby.” Chan says in a warning tone. He closes his hand around Felix’s throat and squeezes the sides of his neck, feeling the hammering of his pulse. “Time for you to prove you can be good again.”
“W-what do I have to do?” Felix asks shakily.
A few ideas bounce around in Chan’s brain. He settles on the one that’s guaranteed to make Felix teeter on the edge of madness.
“Listen to me,” Chan says silkily. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. If you do…” His grip tightens. “...my cock is not going anywhere near your pretty mouth for the rest of this trip. Understand?”
Felix gulps, dread etched onto his features.
If there’s one thing Chan has learned about Felix, it’s that he’s nothing if not a cockslut. He always gives the best head, his lack of a gag reflex allowing him to deepthroat Chan’s cock like a seasoned pornstar.
Being deprived of having his cute, freckled cheeks stuffed with dick would send Felix into a tailspin. It’s perfect.
“B-but, Chris—”
“Do you understand?” Chan repeats sternly, tightening his grip further until tears spring to Felix’s eyes.
“Yes,” Felix gasps out.
Satisfied, Chan releases him. He caresses his hands over Felix’s ass, warming him up before landing a firm smack to each cheek. Felix yelps and jerks forward, but quickly regains his balance, staying still as Chan smoothes his palms over his ass, soft skin turning pink where he’d spanked him.
“You’ve got the best ass, baby.” Chan praises, showing his appreciation with a few loving taps to Felix’s ass cheeks. “My favourite ass in the whole world.”
His gaze locks on the glittery red butt plug nestled in Felix’s hole—he’s been wearing it since this morning after some fun in the shower. Chan pinches the heart-shaped base and pulls it out to its widest point, making Felix whine as his rim stretches around it.
“I’m gonna fuck this pretty hole so hard,” Chan declares, his cock kicking in his pants at the thought. “You won’t be able to walk for days when I’m done with you.”
Shivering, Felix looks back at him, eyes glassy behind strands of blond hair. “Want that, Daddy,” he says airily. “Please fuck me.”
For the sake of teasing Felix some more, Chan twists the plug inside him a few times before finally pulling it out and pocketing it, a string of lube splattering onto Felix’s thigh. Chan curses under his breath at Felix’s well-stretched hole—he’s practically glistening with the copious amounts of lube stuffed inside him, begging to be mounted and filled with cum.
Chan wets two of his fingers with his tongue and presses them into Felix’s warmth, pleased by the way his walls clench around them. He spits over his hole and circles the wetness around his rim, loosening him up until he deems him ready.
“I love how wet you are for me, baby,” Chan says, licking his fingers and humming at the berry-flavoured lube. “Mmm, fuck. Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you.”
Felix bites his lip, a soft whimper breaking off into a moan when Chan delivers another appreciative slap to his ass.
Chan unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down far enough to free his throbbing cock. He starts rutting between Felix’s cheeks, arousal spiking when Felix moans and squirms against him, his winking hole trying to swallow Chan’s cockhead inside him.
Spitting into his palm, Chan slicks up his length with the help of his beading precum, cock poised for Felix’s entrance. The only warning he gives Felix is a guttural growl before he slams into him, one hand on Felix’s hip while the other returns to his throat, making Felix let out a wail at the relentlessness of his thrusts.
Chan would usually slow down after the initial push, but with his horniness at an all time high, patience isn’t an option. He keeps up a hard, brutal pace, intent on punching every coherent thought out of Felix’s brain aside from the thick cock rearranging his guts.
“D-daddy, Daddy.” Felix’s breaths come out in shallow pants. The dirt digs into his manicured hands as he meets Chan halfway, pushing his ass back against him just the way he likes it. “So good, you fuck me so good.”
Something about taking Felix in such an open space, surrounded by nature, unlocks a deeply feral side of Chan he didn’t know he had. It makes him want to rip all of his clothes off with his bare hands like an untamed beast, sink his teeth and claws into Felix until his delicate skin is marred with the scars of his love.
God. This boy is doing dangerous things to him.
Felix is so loud that Chan has to clamp a hand over his mouth, muffling his cries as he mercilessly pounds into him. Chan can tell Felix is trying to plead with him to let him come, his unintelligible moans coming through the narrow gaps between Chan’s fingers.
“My baby’s so fucking tight,” Chan growls. “Does this turn you on, hm? Getting fucked in the middle of a field like the filthy little slut you are?”
Felix flushes bright red like the apples in his basket. Chan loosens his hold so Felix can respond, and his pleas fall out in rushed gasps. “Yes. Please. Need to come. Please, Daddy, please let me come.”
“Not until you do what I want, baby.” Chan reaches into Felix’s neckline and pinches his nipple, making him spasm at the sensation. “And I want you to be a good little whore and keep taking my cock.”
Tears of frustration streak Felix’s cheeks, lips trembling with a litany of desperate sobs. “Please, I’m sorry. Daddy, I need to—I’m gonna—”
Chan yanks Felix up until his back is pressed flush to his chest, skin slapping obscenely as he fucks him hard and fast, his pace never waning for even half a second. “Have you learned your lesson, baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Are you gonna stop teasing me and be a good boy from now on?”
Felix shakes his head frantically. “Yes, yes, I promise.”
They both know Felix won’t be on his best behaviour for very long. Sooner or later, he’ll go back to acting like a brat to provoke Chan into fucking him back into submission. It’s a sweetly vicious cycle, and Chan hopes it will never end.
“Good boy.” Chan keeps one hand on Felix’s throat while the other slides down to Felix’s weeping cock. He strokes him in time with his sharp thrusts, smearing Felix’s precum around with his thumb, and his lips graze Felix’s ear as he whispers, “Come for me, baby.”
Felix explodes with a scream, pliant walls pulsating around Chan as he comes, spilling all over the soil below. Chan moans at the sight and clamps his teeth into Felix’s neck, holding his trembling body so tight they could merge into one person.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy. Coming on Daddy’s cock like that.” Chan’s thrusts grow more erratic, and he nails Felix into overstimulation as he nears his own orgasm. “Gonna come in you, baby. Gonna breed your slutty little hole.”
One final push has Chan erupting like a volcano, and he empties his hot load into Felix’s ass with a grunt. He’s barely out of breath, but his body shudders from the force of his release, the ball of pressure at the base of his spine unraveling like yarn.
“Daddy…” Felix slurs out dazedly, deflating in Chan’s embrace, head falling back on his shoulder.
Endeared by his postcoital loopiness, Chan lavishes Felix’s neck with gentle kisses, gently bringing him back down to earth after the rough treatment he just endured. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he reassures. “You did such a good job.”
Chan carefully pulls out, kissing Felix’s cheek when he winces at the loss of fullness. He pulls his pants up and takes the butt plug out of his pocket, wetting it with his saliva and pushing it back into Felix’s hole, earning a relieved sigh from him.
“Baby’s always gotta be full of something, yeah?” Chan chuckles,
“You’re so mean,” Felix whines petulantly, but it only makes Chan laugh even more, eyes crinkled at the corners with fondness.
“Maybe a little, but you love me anyway.” He nuzzles his nose into Felix’s hair as he readjusts his panties and stockings, guiding him to his feet with him and spinning him around to face him. “Don’t you, baby?”
The air of mild annoyance on Felix’s face dissolves and gives way to a smile so warm Chan’s heart melts. “Yeah, I do love you,” he says, kissing Chan’s lips chastely. “But I don’t love all the dirt on my clothes right now.”
Chan glances at the smudges of dirt on Felix’s knees, reaching down to lightly brush some of it off, laughing when his efforts don’t do much. “How about I give you a piggyback ride back home?” he offers. “I’ll even carry your apples for you.”
Felix beams, cupping Chan’s face and kissing him again. “My strong, sexy man,” he coos, then circles behind him to hop onto his back, legs hugged around his waist like a koala. “Let’s go! That apple pie isn’t gonna bake itself.”
Chan bursts out laughing, knees buckling slightly before he collects himself enough to fix his posture. He hooks his arms under Felix’s knees to keep him secure, unable to tame his grin as he carries him back through the orchard to his precious apples.
So far, their first vacation as a couple is shaping up to be a great one.