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The awful night started, as most wonderful things in life do, with a dare.
“Come on… for real?” Chan said, his eyes moving between the costume being shown to him and Felix quickly raising and falling eyebrows.
“Or you could just say you’re a coward and I’m better at songwriting than you” Changbin told him, he was sitting comfortably at the studios couch, an arm over Hyunjin, as if he hadn’t been planning this for a whole week.
“I mean, I’m alright with saying that?”
“Hey, Chan, come on, I bet twenty with Jisung that you would wear it” said Minho.
“Yeah, listen to your boyfriend!” Jisung shouted.
“Shouldn’t you be on my side on this one, Hannie?”
“Getting you on that is worth twenty and more” Jisung shrugged.
The rest were there too, giving their two cents, of course. After the recording they had less than two hours to get ready for the Halloween party, a very needed, very private, party that they were dying to attend, and no one would miss the opportunity to make Chan wear the most embarrassing costume Changbin could think of.
“I just don’t get what you get out of this?”
“Embarrassing you” Changbin replied quickly.
“Seeing you in a sexy costume” Minho pointed in, that got him so weird looks but he was used to it; was he sometimes the only one appreciating the fact that everyone on the group was fucking sexy? Yeah. Sue him. It had absolutely nothing to do with it being Chan.
“Alright, and what do I get out of this?”
“I’ll do the dishes for a week” Jeongin said.
“I’ll call you ‘Mighty leader’ for a month” Jisung offered.
“A back massage?” Felix said, and Chan looked at him with interest.
“Blow-” Jisung was covering Minho’s mouth before he could finish. “Blow off some steam, oh my, Hannie, what were you thinking about? That’s your father in front of you!”
Jisung rolled his eyes. Minho was too preoccupied laughing at him to see the way Chan was looking at him. Minho had recovered enough from that night that the teasing had started to come back to him easy as bread and butter, and it wasn’t a reaction to some other member’s joke anymore, he had even starting appreciating Chan blush again; Jisung had once told him he was walking a thin line and Minho had told him the only thin thing was his waist, or something like that.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll take it. But let me wear some tights at least, I’m going to get fired if I don’t, I’m sure no one want to see my underwear anyway.”
“Gotch’a!” Felix said, producing a package of dark black thighs from behind him.
They left to their own apartments to get ready as soon as Chan took the costume on his hands; Jeongin went to his own room giving Chan a couple thumb ups.
Chan looked at himself on the mirror. Reevaluating his life choices and also questioning why he was so easy to convince when he knew it would make the others happy.
He was dressed in a bunny costume, very tight black body clinging to his chest, letting very little to the imagination, in fact, his underwear would be showing if it weren’t for the dark tights Felix had gave him, the part of the costume supposed to be some resemblance of a short being way shorter than any pair of shorts known to man; a tail and ears in white completed the set. He was sure the costume was supposed to come with a bowtie or some short of tie, but they hadn’t given him any.
He had gotten the tights on, and, lucky as ever, they had started to break already, two long snags down one side.
He had let his hair curly but styled, and was not sure about applying makeup or not, what was he even…
Last year the party had been fun. He had met a cute girl; he had fucked the cute girl; he talked a lot to other idols, and took great care of his team. This year he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do. He felt like they were all grown up, but still will always need him, so he supposed he was meant to chaperone them. He wasn’t… He didn’t want to pick anyone up. Just because he wasn’t feeling like it. Not because lately all he could think about was Minho.
Not because last time a cute boy had come to him, a known idol, had talked to him in that tone, had pointed out he was going to be alone all weekend, had told Chan he was a great hyung…, not because that time Chan smiled and played dumb till the boy lost interest, because, for some strange, fuck up reason, he felt like it would be cheating on Minho.
He and Minho weren’t together. Minho didn’t even like him like that anymore (if he had ever done so), he was just playing around like the rest. Because everyone had decided that making Chan blush because of his big, unmistakable crush, was the funniest thing to do.
So maybe all he wanted was to go to the party, take care of everyone, be social enough so no one would accuse him of being a diva and maybe, just maybe, stop thinking for a couple hours about how everyone was still calling him and Minho boyfriends, and how his heart ached each time they did.
But now he looked out of a very direct porno. And he was sure he was going to have people coming to talk to him, but he wasn’t sure conversation was going to be their objective.
He sat at the bed, a little deflated. He could still change, and everyone would call him a coward for about ten minutes and then forget about it. And yeah, that sounded like the best option, he took his ears off.
A knock on the door, probably Jeongin asking for help with his costume.
“Come in” he said, he had the ears on his hands, looking at them between his legs. “I don’t know about this, Innie…” he whispered.
Jeongin cleared his throat. And, ah, it wasn’t Jeongin at all. It was Minho.
“Hyung” he said back, and Chan could see the faintest blush on his ears. He was holding a little bag and was dressed already.
He looked like a prince. He was a prince. Dressed as one. With a white suit and a long cape, a ribbon crossing over his chest, and his hair to the side.
“Oh, hey, Minho, I thought you were Jeongin, sorry.”
“I came to help with makeup” Minho said, and pushed the bag in front of him, as a little shield, Chan found it cute, it made him smile. In pushing the bag to the front, he hit the handle of a sword he was wearing hanged on his belt.
“Wow, you even have props? I don’t even have the mandatory bowtie” Chan said, trying to sound more amused that he felt, pointing to his neck.
“Ah, this?” Minho took the sword out, showing it to Chan, he stroked a couple poses, making Chan laugh, he put it back in place and came to sit next to chan. “But you do have props” he said, taking the ears from him. “Fluffy; didn’t it also have a tail?” Minho asked, Chan nodded, he got up and moved his ass, making the tail move with it, the slap to his butt cheeks didn’t surprise him, the groping after did a little.
It was nice, he wasn’t going to lie. Minho had been pulling away from him lately, now that the waters were calmer, Chan could understand Minho stopping with the proximity, it only hurt a little that moments that had been special for him (stupid, romantic him), had been but a joke for the other, but he did understand.
“Hey, don’t overstep, I’m already a little concerned about being too sexual” he confessed.
“You? You are concerned about that?” Minho asked, Chan sat down again and, before he could answer, Minho put his ears back on him, carefully tugging his hair so it sat perfectly around them.
“Hey, are you implying something?”
“I don’t know Mr. Crop-tops and cut-up shirts.”
“It’s not the same, ah, I didn’t want to call so much attention to myself tonight.”
He didn’t want to say it, that even with this party being nothing like the one they had attended so many years prior, the objective for almost everyone was the same, he knew Minho already knew that; he knew he would be surprised if Chan suddenly talked like he had taken a celibacy vow.
“Have you seen Hyunjin’s costume yet? You look like a prude next to him” Minho reassured Chan. Chan arched an eyebrow, not quite believing him. “Come on, let me put some make-up on you. We have places to be and I have a bet to win.”
“I can pay you back.”
“It’s not the money that matters, hyung, you know that, it’s pride on the line.”
“Mine” Chan whispered, Minho rolled his eyes.
“Look, are you fishing for compliments? Stand and turn around” Minho was so sure of himself saying it that Chan obeyed, feeling a little stupider after doing so. “No, I meant turn around, not spin around, I can’t see your dumb face while I say this.”
“Really nice, Minho.”
“Chan, please.”
Chan did turn around, and he could see Minho on the mirror on the wall, but he didn’t look; well, he looked just a little, heavy-lidded eyes looking up.
“You look stunning, hyung. Do you look sexy? Yes, of course, almost dropped the bag when I opened the door to the room and saw you sitting there, dressed like that, with all those muscles, the fucking hair,” Chan got his hand on his hair, he was a little surprised that it was the ‘fucking’ part of it all, “your tits out and the tail just on top of that round butt; but you don’t look cheap, if that’s what you are worrying about. And I can lend you a tie, if that would make it easier.”
“I’d actually really appreciate that” Chan said, desperately willing away the blush he felt on his ears at Minho’s words. He wasn’t looking at Minho on the mirror, but Minho was looking at him, almost melting when Chan pouted after saying that.
“Alright. We took care of that. Makeup now?”
Chan nodded.
He hadn’t expected it to be so intimate for some reason. Maybe because he was pretty used to people doing his makeup and it had never felt that way. But it wasn’t a professional now, and it showed. Minho came way to close, touched him way too much to make him move or stay put. He wanted to know which color looked better on Chan and so he put the palette on a side of his face and came so close to look at the colors he wanted to choose between, covering the rest with his hand, that their noses actually bumped.
Chan moved back and Minho tsked, took the back of Chan’s neck with his free hand and pushed him forwards again, muttering: “Let the artist work”, Chan wasn’t quite sure artists worked so closely to their pieces. Minho didn’t let go of his neck for a full minute after he had decided on a color. Chan knew because he was counting.
Minho was so close, his touch all over his face, his body so close to his, and, oh-
“Do you really need to straddle me?” Chan whimpered.
Minho shushed him, put a finger to his lips and all. Chan smiled as he willed his heart to stop beating so alarmingly fast.
Minho’s fingers on him were rough. Patting at his cheeks and forehead with concealer, and trying to blend his eyeshadow where the brush was, in his words ‘not working’. Chan was a little scared he was going to end regretting everything even more.
He didn’t.
When Minho was done, he pointed an open hand to the mirror and Chan stood up to look at himself, trying not to think about the wetness on his thighs from the sweat of Minho sitting on him for so long.
He looked nice, good even. He looked good, yeah. And he felt a little less ridiculous. Minho told him to wait a moment, Chan nodded and kept looking at himself on the mirror.
“Here you go, hyung” he said, a little later, sounding softer than he had the whole afternoon, and he put an already knotted tie around Chan’s neck, it was a sequenced black tie, and it looked perfect with the outfit.
Chan smiled, let Minho adjust it to his neck and Minho didn’t even make any joke about tying it too tight.
“Alright. Let’s go” Chan said. Minho nodded. “By the way, you look handsome tonight, Minho.”
Minho didn’t turn; Chan could still see his red ears.
Outside everyone was waiting for them. They started cheering, making Hyunjin shriek, Felix covered his ears for him.
After the show was over, Changbin handed Chan a couple black shorts, they kind of looked like a skirt with the way they were cut, but they were shorts, and they would cover him far enough.
“You really thought we would let you shake all that without protecting out innocent eyes, hyung?” he said.
Chan started laughing then, hit Changbin a couple times for good measure, looked back at Minho who shrugged. Damn, he could have gone without so much drama, but it was a funny prank nonetheless.
He put the pants on and was amused enough to leave the tail on, hanging just on top of a little lowered waistband. Minho squeezed it as they were getting into the cars.
“I liked the look before better” he whispered, sitting next to Chan.
He blushed. Not even the way Minho almost strangled himself with his cape while sitting down made him stop blushing like a damn teenager. He was glad neither Minho, nor any of the other members on the van commented on it.
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Minho was completely aware he was a jealous person, and maybe, the continuous chants of them being ‘boyfriends’ had planted a seed on Minho’s head that wasn’t there before (of course it had been there before), and so Minho was being hyperaware of everyone else on the party, of the way people were looking at Chan, of the idols that came to say hello and stayed way longer than necessary, and touched much more than needed.
“That’s your third one and we haven’t been here for an hour, Minho.”
“So what?” Minho told Changbin, Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
Changbin was going to say something, but a boy interrupted them.
“Hi, I just wanted to say hi to Chan-hyung.”
Fucking twink. How old was he? Sixteen? Who did he think he was. Why the hell was the kid-
Minho realized what he was thinking, stopped himself. The kid looked indeed younger than him, not sixteen, but maybe barely twenty, and he probably knew Chan because Chan knew everyone, he may be feeling lost in a big party like that and felt happy to see a reliable hyung like wonderful Channie; and Minho was horrible for thinking that-
Chan looked at them from the couch he was sitting on, talking to a couple other idols, he waved at the boy and smiled, calling him over and patting his thigh.
Minho pushed the boy into Hyunjin, who was left gasping and with an armful of pre-debut trainee. Minho pushed between Felix and Seungmin, who were practicing some tik-tok dance and touching too much, and got on Chan’s lap.
“Minho?”
“Sorry, weren’t you calling for me?” Minho answered, got his arms around Chan’s neck.
“Fuck, Minho, did you push him?” Chan was looking between Minho and the kid. Chan really wanted to tell Minho that that wasn’t something he could do, and that he should go an say sorry, but Hyunjin and Changbin seemed to have it under control, saving the group’s imagen, and Minho looked just so cute being all possessive like that.
“So what?” Minho asked.
“Hot” Chan whispered. And Minho swallowed, he let his hand fall from Chan’s neck, but Chan took it and kissed it.
“What are you doing?” Minho asking, taking his hand away like he was burned.
“I thought you wanted them to know I’m yours.”
“You aren’t mine.”
“Then why did you act like that?” Chan whispered on his ear.
Chan was teasing. He was playing with him in such a crude manner. And yet Minho felt like melting, like confessing how much he wanted Chan for real, how fast he would be his.
“Alright, lover boys” Felix interrupted. “This is getting boring let’s play true or dare?”
There were mixed opinions, but, at the end, the group plus all the people the social butterflies had gotten around them were playing and having a blast. Even Minho relaxed, still held on Chan’s arms and too drunk to care for the looks of the people outside their group.
“So, Chan, get a girl’s number” a girl from another group asked.
“Come on, that’s too easy! Have you seen him!” Jeongin protested, and covered his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to say that.
“Kiss her?” the girl offered.
“Easy still” Felix said.
“Hey, come on” Chan cut them. “I can do the phone thing.”
“Isn’t your boyfriend going to get jealous?” Seungmin asked then, looking at Minho.
Minho mocked him and got up, signaling for Chan to do the same, as Chan walked away, winking at them, Minho fell down on the couch.
“How long is this going to take, should we go to the next person?” another idol asked.
“Look” Hyunjin pointed to not too far away, Chan was already talking to a girl, was putting his bunny ears on her, she was giggling, Chan was smiling back like he was innocent and naïve and not the best fuck Minho had ever had.
“He’s fucking quick” someone whispered.
Minho was clenching his jaw, but he didn’t notice till Changbin tapped on his fist, also clenching; he tried to let go, but he felt a fire running through his blood that wouldn’t let him relax.
Fuck, he should have drunk so much less.
Chan was back in only a couple more minutes, waving his phone with a new contact on it, everyone clapped.
Minho left for the toilet. Chan followed, he got his wrist and Minho violently shook it off.
“Hey, hey! Minho, what’s up?”
“I just want to pee, Chan.”
“Sure?”
“Do you want me to pee myself right here?”
“Yeah, alright, let’s talk after.”
“No need.”
“Come on, don’t be stubborn.”
“And why the fuck do you care what I am?”
“Minho, let’s go home, you’re drunker than I thought.”
“You’re not my babysitter, Chan. I’m almost your same age, go take care of one of your twinks.”
“Way to call the group members, but alright” Chan answered, trying a smile.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Explain it to me then.”
“It’s nothing, Chan, just,” ‘Just fuck off’, “let me get some water.”
“I’ll get it for you, come with me.”
Minho, mostly out of habit, followed him. Chan got him a bottle of water and sat him in one of the stools at the counter, turning it so Minho was facing him.
“So, what’s going on with you tonight?”
“I told you, it’s nothing, I just had too much.”
“Minho…” Chan said, barely loud enough for Minho to hear him over the music; he came closer, he had his silly bunny ears back on, and his eyes were shimmering with the eyeshadow Minho had put on them.
“What do you want me to say, Chan?”
“Are you jealous?”
Minho looked away. He felt Chan coming even closer. He felt ridiculous.
“So maybe the nicknames are getting to me” Minho muttered.
“Getting too much into the joke?” Chan asked, shaking Minho to the core in the worst possible way.
“Whatever, Chan. Just…”
“Look, I’ll delete her number, I, of course, hadn’t thought of calling her anyway” Chan said as he deleted the number.
“Of course” Minho echoed. And he felt stupid again, because Chan could do whatever he wanted, yet he chose to make Minho as comfortable as possible, even if he didn’t share whatever feelings Minho was trying so hard to shake off himself.
“Let’s go home Minnie.”
“But what about the rest.”
“They don’t matter right now. They can take care of themselves.”
“And I can’t?”
“You don’t have too.”
Chan took him home, he sent a quick message to the group chat telling everyone they were gone when they were on the car already, so the pleads for them staying didn’t have any effect; Minho was grateful.
Chan took off his makeup, asked softly for Minho to do the same; he went to change to the bathroom, and Minho did so on Chan’s bedroom, getting a big t-shirt (probably Changbin’s) on, and feeling naked till Chan was back and he hugged him.
“Let’s not talk about this either” Minho whispered on his arms. Chan moved slightly away, looked at him under the led lights.
“Whatever you need” he answered, Minho wasn’t going to examinate the sadness he could hear on Chan’s voice, instead, he draped himself around Chan as they fell into the bed.
When he walked out of the bedroom next day, everyone was on Chan and Jeongin’s living room, seemingly waiting to make his life difficult on purpose.
“Chan and Minho sitting under a tree-” Felix started chanting.
“So, was this the best fuck of your life or a close second?” Hyunjin asked, overlapping Felix chanting.
“I want to move dorms” Jeongin dramatically whispered.
“I think it’s really cute” Jisung added, doing heart signs towards Minho.
Changbin and Seungmin were just shaking their heads.
“Isn’t it too early for all of you to be here and this obnoxious?” Minho asked.
“Never too early to celebrate love” Felix said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Didn’t you and Chan run home yesterday?”
“Yeah, because I had too much to drink, what kind of drama do you think this is? Get out of my way, I want coffee. Jeongin come with me, you’re the least horrible of them.”
Jeongin smiled happily and got up.
“Are you planning on going out like that?” Hyunjin interrupted their stroll towards the door.
“That’s mine!” Changbin realized then, pointing at Minho accusatively.
So that week was fucking awful, everyone assumed they had at least kissed at the party, Jisung swearing they had been ‘making babies’ that night and he had heard them from his and Minho’s apartment.
The only good part was, sadly, Chan.
Chan, who woke early the whole week to take Minho out for coffee, paying for it each time; Chan, who tried taking him out to dinner every night, telling him to, at least, stay at his dorm, or let him go to his, if he didn’t want to get out; Chan, who would call him ‘baby’ all the time. And yes, sometimes Minho would call him that back, and would still feed him sometimes, and cuddle him on the couch, sometimes, out of spite, when the others where near and teasing him, sometimes out of something he didn’t want to think about.
And then, one night Chan told him it was too late to go back to his dorm and that he was going to disturb Jisung and then get angry when he looked tired next day at dance practice. A valid reason, yes. So, Minho stayed the night, and Chan held him close to his chest.
And next morning Changbin arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything as he went out to early training and saw both of them leaving the apartment together.
“Seems like they are getting used to us” Chan said, and he sounded weirdly happy.
“We’ve been on the same group for years, yeah, I hope they are used to us” Minho said back, and Chan rolled his eyes.
After that week, the party thing was almost forgotten.
That was till next Saturday, when they had their own little private party at Chan and Jeongin apartment (Felix insisted it was fair because Chan was the leader, even when he was the one pushing for the second party; Chan folded immediately), and they decided to wear the same costumes as they did for the big party.
Chan was wearing his minus the tights and pants he wore over it last time. Everyone cheered when he came into the dorm, struck a little cute pose and everything. Minho gripped at his cock as discreetly as he could as he looked at him, he couldn’t see a trace of his underwear when he followed the line of his thighs up his legs.
Chan sat next to him, of course, and got an arm around his waist. Minho had already lost the cape, deciding almost strangling himself a couple times that past night was enough.
“Let’s play like last time!” Felix shouted.
“Fuck no” Seungmin quickly answered.
“Come on! I want to tease Minho; he got so jealous at the party!” Felix pushed.
“You’re going to fit so neatly against Hyunjin on the air fryer” Minho muttered.
“I didn’t even say anything tonight, Minho” Hyunjin protested.
“Fitting neatly against Jinnie, fill me in” Changbin pined in.
“Right, so if you had to, who in the group would you fuck?” Felix asked.
“That’s not true or dare, that’s a different game!” Seungmin immediately protested. “You never play by the fucking rules”.
“Chan and Minho have it easy” Jisung said at the same time. “Can I choose multiple people?” he added. “Like Chan and Minho?”
“Why would I ‘have to’?” Jeongin asked right after Jisung ended his question “Am I being held at gunpoint? Am I being held at gunpoint by you, Lix?”
“You’re the worst to play with” Seungmin keep on protesting.
“Who would you choose, Lixie?” Chan asked. And let his head fall on Minho’s shoulder.
Felix got red, really red, like he had never thought the question could turn against himself.
“I will drink” he finally answered, but his eyes were clearly lingering on someone.
“What’s this fucking game, Felix!” Seungmin shouted, with the rules being nonexistent he couldn’t cheat in anyway.
Everyone laughed at his outburst.
“Who would you choose, Seungmin?” Changbin asked then.
As everyone was fighting about rules, not being chosen, being chosen, and everything else, no one was paying attention to the way Chan’s hand was resting on Minho’s thigh, slowly massaging it. Or maybe they did notice but they didn’t care as much as Minho did.
“Stop it” Minho whispered, and the big wolf dress as a rabbit looked up with pleading eyes, like Minho was really telling him to do something terrible. Then Minho heard his name and turned away, and Chan kissed his cheek, Minho got frozen by it, but, alright, a cheek kiss wasn’t much; then Chan did it again, and again; and they had been drinking a little while they got ready, but not enough to excuse- another kiss. “Stop it!” Minho said, turning, just in time for Chan next kiss to be on his lips.
“Tell me someone recorded that!” Hyunjin shouted immediately.
Chan was looking at Minho, touching his lips bashfully, like they were on a romcom, he was blushing so red he looked like Jisung after drinking.
“Enough” Minho whispered getting up.
“Wait” Chan got his wrist, he pulled, throwing him on top of himself, Minho was ready to fight his way out of the damn living room if necessary. “Tell me to stop again.”
Minho got shocked, for a moment, he wasn’t able to understand the words. He looked at Chan like he had gone crazy, but then Chan’s words had made his heart jump so fast he must be going into cardiac arrest, so maybe he was the one going crazy.
“Oh, fuck” Jeongin whispered low enough that neither Chan nor Minho heard it. “Is it happening?”
Chan let go of Minho’s wrist, cradled his face instead. Minho had fallen sideways, his butt on top of Chan’s legs, his head resting on Chan’s other arm, for an instant he really felt like a prince as Chan bended over him, his face hovering over his.
“Yeah, alright, fuck it” Minho said, and Chan smiled, a killer smile, right before kissing Minho.
He could see him this time, was permitted to recognize him, and so he opened his eyes, just for an instant, as to make sure it was Chan really kissing him, then, he bit Minho’s lower lip and Minho closed his eyes. It was as if they had done it a thousand of times before, with the way they worked so in synch, devouring each other.
Then Chan’s hand fell from his face and down his arm, took his hand and squeezed.
“Bedroom?” Chan whispered against his lips, not moving a bit, as if the mere thought of getting away from them was paining him.
Minho nodded, any kind of reason to not do it flying out the window. He got up, looking at their interlaced fingers, and couldn’t help the soft smile as Chan urged him away and into his room.
“So, we should go” Changbin whispered.
Minho didn’t waste any time, taking all of Chan’s clothes off and kissing all over his body, making sure to cup and squish and grope those pecs he had been thinking about during years, he let go of them to get his hands around Chan and grope at his ass.
“I should thank Changbin” Minho muttered against Chan’s neck, giving it a slow kiss.
“Don’t talk about Changbin with your hands in my ass.”
“I know half of this is thanks to him, to them all, and I should show my thankfulness.”
“In a different way, I hope.”
Minho dropped to his knees, looked up at Chan and smiled, winking, but not answering. Chan was about to protest, but then Minho bit his thigh, making Chan tremble.
“Are you wearing panties?” Minho asked, tracing his fingers over Chan’s thighs, around the place he had bit and inching closely to the low hem of the bodysuit.
“Yeah…” Chan confessed. Minho thought that Chan, beautifully blushed, was meant for a museum, got high in the way it was, instead, only for him. “I bought them for tonight… I-They are too tight.”
Minho hummed.
“I can take care of that, yeah? Let me take them off.” Chan nodded. “God, you’re bigger than I remember” Minho said, mouthing against his thigh, he looked up again, and traced the shape of Chan’s dick with his thumb and a finger.
“Please, don’t tease me.”
“But it’s true” Minho confirmed, and kissed his other thigh, breath passing over the base of his cock as he moved from one to the other. “You’re the biggest I have ever touched.”
“Minho” Chan whispered still a little whinny, his hand coming to Minho’s jaw, he pulled his head back. “I know I’m the biggest you’ve ever had, I meant don’t play with me” he said, a change in his voice.
“Oh, are you going all dominant on me now?” Minho asked, he was still smiling, but he had fallen further down on his knees.
“I’m going whatever you want, love, but if you want my dick in your mouth, you better get it inside soon.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to fuck you after, and I’m getting impatient.”
Fuck, alright. That was a part of Chan he only saw before when he was angry and, maybe, that night, but that night it had been a stranger, and right now it was Chan, without a doubt.
It was Chan standing there as Minho opened the clips to the body, ruffling it up against his abs so he could mouth at Chan’s dick over those ridiculously small, black, panties; his dick so big it was half out already. It was Chan’s panties he tried taking off with his mouth, got impatient about and used his hands to finally pull them off. It was Chan taking his monster cock in hand and opening Minho’s mouth with his other thumb, feeding him his cock.
Minho did open up, he took it in, very careful not to get his teeth on it, it was difficult with the size difference between Chan’s grith and Minho’s pouty mouth; he bended his tongue a little, trying to lick in whatever way he could, not even half way in Chan stopped, looked at Minho and raised an eyebrow, Minho rolled his eyes, what must have been weirdly attractive for Chan because he felt his cock twitch.
Chan was big, yeah, but it wasn’t forty-seven centimeters and Minho wasn’t new on the game, he tapped at Chan’s hand for him to keep going, kept his mouth open and got both his hands folded over his lap; like a good boy he moved his head forwards, getting Chan inside centimeter by centimeter, and then, when he was nose flush against his crotch, with Chan’s legs trembling, his cock twitching again, Minho looked up and blinked.
“Fuck, Minnie, what a –” Minho swallowed around him and Chan let out a grunt, both hands going to Minho’s head to support himself.
“Professional?” Minho asked, getting off Chan’s dick and getting it on his hand.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“You can call me a slut, if you like that.”
“Too obscene.”
“More than this?” Minho said, and liked a strip from Chan’s balls to his tip, getting the head between his lips.
“If you like it, I’ll call you whatever you want.”
“But?” Minho asked, knowing there was a but.
“But I prefer kitten” Chan said sweetly, caressing Minho’s cheek.
“Corny” Minho said, and got back to swallowing Chan’s cock without warning.
“Minho, fuck, you have to- I need to sit down. Minho, kitten, really.”
Minho stopped sucking at the nickname. Fucking Chan was so good at getting him off his game every time.
He popped Chan’s dick out of his mouth and got up, pushed Chan towards the bed.
“Are your knees too broken for this, old man?” he teased, as he gave Chan a final push so he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he got back on his knees.
Minho was sure Chan was going to protest or defend himself, but instead he chuckled and looked at Minho with that look so full of love that always made Minho want to hide, and so he did, getting back between Chan’s knees, hiding his face and feelings with a mouthful of him.
“Minho, fuck, stop. Kitten, please” Chan said soon after, softly pushing his head back.
“Am I not doing good?” Minho asked, with his best pout, making sure Chan’s cock head was resting against his lips still, the vibration of the words going against it.
“You’re doing so good, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”
“Good.”
“And I plan to cum inside your ass, kitten.”
Minho couldn’t help his hand going to grope at his own dick over his pants at that statement; he also thought of throwing around a ‘daddy’, knowing it would have a similar effect on Chan as the cute nickname was having on him, Chan did nothing to hide that kink; but he really wanted to get Chan to fuck him, and he wasn’t sure Chan wouldn’t cum on the spot at hearing it.
“So come up here and sit in my face, let me open you up, yeah?” Chan asked then, getting Minho out of his mind completely.
Minho got up to his feet and Chan undressed him quickly, complaining about how many pieces there were on his costume, and how easy it had been to get his body and thighs off in comparation. But he kissed at Minho’s bare skin as he did, the words coming with a dosage of domesticity that wasn’t theirs, because, yes, they knew how each other liked their coffee and meat, how long it took them to shower and which way everything should be to be ‘organized’ in their own twisted minds, but this, complaining about buttons as Chan opened his shirt, caressing his sides up and kissing his sternum lightly, as if they did that every night, laughing and saying sorry for breaking a button on Minho’s pants…, all that wasn’t theirs.
But Minho forgot about it as soon as Chan kissed him again before lying down on the bed, Minho got in the bed, and Chan urged him till he had a leg to each side of his face.
“Fuck, Minnie, I’ve been dreaming about this.”
“Don’t lie.”
“What lies? Everyone must have heard me at least once while I dreamed of eating you out again. Did you enjoy last time?”
“You know I did.”
“I used to think so much about it. Fuck, kitten, each time you’d move your hips during a choreography… You’re too much.”
“Look who’s talking, Mr. crop tops.”
“I wanted you to look at me each time I wore one.”
“I’m sure I did.”
“Yeah, you aren’t discreet.”
“God gave me eyes for something.”
“They gave me a mouth for something too, get down.”
Minho did, Chan had his tongue around his hole within milliseconds, not wasting a second and starting to make the most sinful noises; forget about comparing it to eating an ice cream or cupcake, neither held a candle to what Chan was doing on him. Minho started moving his hips, Chan gripping his ass cheeks and keeping them apart with such strength that moving was difficult and he was sure he would feel the burn for days as he shucked and licked at him, teasing with just the point of his tongue going inside from time to time.
Minho had been with other people before and after that time with Chan, of course, but he was too ashamed to admit that no one but him had eaten him out. Maybe, because all of them were idols too, too proud and stupid to eat ass. Now, with Chan’s mouth on him, Minho was still sure no one would have done it so good as him anyway; but he would have to find a way to forget about this if he wanted his life to keep going and not devolve into a constant yearning for what he had only two times in his life.
Once again, Chan got him out of his head when he shoved his entire tongue inside, Minho hadn’t known he was so close but, when a slick with saliva finger came in, found his prostate and rubbed it a couple times, Minho was coming all over the place, some falling over Chan’s hair, making him laugh.
“Don’t laugh at my orgasm” Minho protested, his hips stilling for a moment and then moving fast so he could get away from Chan’s insistent tongue, Chan didn’t let him go. “Please, please, please” Minho begged, trying to stop Chan, pushing at his head with his hands.
“Look, you can be nice when you want too” Chan said, and let go of him, Minho rolled to the side, resting with his back to the headboard.
“Stop mocking me” he muttered, and Chan crawled up to kiss at his neck, the side first, and then over his Addam’s apple, going up to his mouth, as he kissed him, he reached for the night table stretching over him, opening a drawer.
“Still okay with this, kitten?”
“I may change opinions if you keep calling me that.”
“I know you like it, don’t play hard now” Chan whispered on his ear, his breath hot, he got his lobe between his lips and lightly bit it before sucking it, he traced the shape of Minho’s ear with his tongue and, finally, found the lube in the drawer. “Kitten…”
“Are you going to ask to fuck me raw?”
“Can we?” Chan asked, kissing at his cheek soundly, then back to his neck, mouthing it, debating how long he could keep Minho inside the room so no one would notice the mark he wanted to put there.
“I suppose you’re clean?” Chan nodded rapidly, he looked like a dog, tip of his tongue out and everything. “Fuck, yeah, alright, I’m clean too.”
“I know” Chan whispered against his pulse before biting there.
“You’re going the help me clean after.”
“’Course” Chan said, he was already getting his fingers wet, warming the lube and caressing around Minho’s hole before getting two fingers in.
Minho tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed with the way Chan’s fingers curved and found his prostate again. His cock started to fill up again.
“You still can do it” Chan whispered, awed; Minho would have called him old again if he wasn’t currently trying not to come a second time in so little time.
Chan got in a third finger and smiled at Minho’s little whimper, kissing his temple.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, good” Minho whispered back, trying not to make too many sounds, not that he wasn’t already moaning more than he had ever.
“You think they left?” Chan asked then, as a fourth finger teased at his entrance, Minho wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but he knew it was. “Or are they listening?”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
“You sound so good, kitten, may record you, put you in a song like this.”
“I swear to God, Chan, you have every fucking kink” Minho tried to protest, but the way his breath hitched and his voice wavered rendered it little credible.
“I don’t have that many.”
“Are you sure, daddy?” It made Chan stop moving, a blush running high up his face, Minho chuckled, and Chan looked away for a moment, fake coughing.
“Aren’t you one to talk? Size queen.”
“As I’ve said before: shut up.”
Chan made a zipping gesture over his lips, but he was laughing. The chuckles from both only stopped when, finally, Chan’s fourth finger went inside, the stretch almost too much, the pressure making Minho feel like he could tear before he relaxed against the intrusion.
“Still good?” Chan asked, kissing him.
“I take bigger dildos” Minho answered, kissing him back.
“Good; can you show me next time?” Chan said, voice warm and deep.
Minho had to wonder if ‘next time’ would come sooner this time around. He winked at Chan, Chan smiled as he jammed against his prostate right that moment, making Minho loudly moan.
“If you make me come on your fingers I’m going to kill you.”
“First time hearing that” Chan said back, frowning as he smiled upside-down. “But I can’t wait to be inside you either.”
“So, get on with the program.”
“Can do” Chan whispered, he got his fingers out, Minho wanted to hide when he saw him looking down at his hole, he closed his legs, slotting Chan’s hand in between them. Chan arched an eyebrow, looking genuinely confused. Minho hummed and opened his legs again, Chan got between them.
“Wait, wait, let me turn.”
“Not a chance, kitten.”
“Fuck, okay” Minho whispered. “It’s going to be fucking awkward tomorrow.”
“Hey, you told me not to talk about the rest.”
“I wasn’t talking about the rest.”
“Oh… are you going to be thinking of my handsome face as I ram inside you tomorrow?” Minho wanted to retort, was ready to do so, but then Chan’s cock head caught on his hole and he swallowed and got his legs around his waist. “I will” Chan whispered on the hollow of his neck, licking there and moving to his collarbone, “think of the faces you make as I fuck you, and, fuck, Minho” Chan got into him, stopping his rambling for a moment, making Minho arche his back, “those lips”, Chan bended to kiss him but he didn’t, instead, hovering over them. “And your moans.”
“Chan, shut the hell up and fuck me.”
“Make me” Chan smirked, Minho got his hands on his neck and brough him forwards that last centimeter.
Chan started to move them, Minho had needed a little more time and he kicked Chan on his shin with his heel for it; Chan stilled, murmuring his apologies and how he was dying to move, could die there, how tight, how wet, how nice and warm and everything Minho was.
Minho wasn’t unaffected, moaning at Chan’s praises, finally urging him to move, when he started it was as if he would never stop, it didn’t matter how fast or hard Minho asked him to go, Chan did, as if his stamina was endless. Chan got Minho’s hands off him and over his head, kissed down his arms and back into his chest, coordinating his hips with his mouth and making Minho whine and shiver, and then Minho was fighting against him to get his hands around those big biceps.
“Let me ride you” Minho said, when he could get his hands on him, quickly moving from his arms to his ass.
“Next time” Chan bit back, dragging Minho’s lower lip.
‘Stop promising a next time’ Minho wanted to say. Instead, he fought, trying to make Chan fall sideways so he could get on top.
“You don’t like giving up control, at all” Chan chuckled at him, and Minho would have punched him if he wasn’t right. “Alright, kitten, ride me, do it well.”
“Who do you think I am.”
Chan got on his back, arms behind his head, giggling his eyebrows at Minho to get on.
Chan composure and cheeky posture lasted for all of two seconds before he was moaning and grunting, his hands on Minho’s hips trying to grip into something to not drift away, Minho’s movements too good now that he could freely move.
“Fuck, babe” Chan whined, and undulated his hips in a way that made Minho throw his head back. The sight making Chan feel drunk, he did it again, and again, then he got his hand around Minho, and Minho was coming undone a second time and, as Chan saw the little streaks falling over his own stomach, he had the need to know how many times he could make Minho come in one night.
“Stop thinking” Minho whispered, coming back from his orgasm, still rolling his hips. “And fuck me like you mean it.”
Chan didn’t need to be told twice, ramming inside Minho with uncontrolled thrusts, Minho talked him through it, telling him how big he was, how strong his arms, how beautifully he was taking care of him, and then he let Chan flip them back again, got his legs over his shoulders and like that Minho could swear he was feeling him on his tummy, he told him so and Chan almost came.
“You’re so deep, you’re so deep” he chanted after, “I can feel you on my throat, daddy.”
Minho smirked as he felt Chan quivering, coming deep within him.
Minho was kind enough to no say anything as Chan came back down from his orgasm, when he did, he kissed Minho as he slipped out and fell to the side of the bed, a hand searching for Minho’s, Minho looked at it before taking it, prying his heart would slow down.
“You promised cleaning.”
“I will” Chan said, turned on his side to kiss Minho’s cheek. “Too much if I-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Alright, come to the shower with me then?”
Minho rolled his eyes but agreed. At the end Chan did ask, and he did get on his knees, bending Minho over the tile so he would lick at his own come out of Minho’s hole till Minho was almost slipping down the wall, too overstimulated to even ask Chan to stop, then Chan turned him around and got his dick down his throat making him come a third time as he jerked himself off, coming under the shower’s stream, completely spend, and with his knees hurting for real, he had to take both, Minho’s hand and his mockery, to get back up, after it, honest to his promise, Chan carefully cleaned Minho, draped him in a big towel and sat him at the counter as he finished showering himself.
Minho cuddled him tightly all night long, but it was just because Korea was getting so cold, and Chan was so warm.
Next morning, Chan woke up to a cold bed, all of Minho’s clothes gone, he smiled remembering last night, looked at the clock and quickly asset that Minho surely had woken up early and was going about his life, when he walked out he expected some jokes and some awkward stares, but he found very concerned looks coming from Jisung and Hyunjin, both having invited themselves to stay the night, surely.
“He’s on the rooftop.”
“Minho?” Chan asked confused, they both nodded. “Why?”
“We don’t know.”
“Chan, if you hurt him!” Jisung started, Hyunjin put a hand to his chest, backing him away.
“I didn’t?”
“You aren’t sure?” Hyunjin asked.
“I’m going up.”
“You better” Jisung muttered.
Chan opened the door and Minho turned around; he had been leaning on the railing, looking out, a big coat over the clothes he had picked from Chan bedroom, they were a little too big on him, and the short pants over long coat looked ridiculous, it had started to snow.
“Did I read everything wrong?” Chan asked.
“There is nothing to read.” A cloud of condensation escaped Minho’s mouth; he had both hands on the pockets of the big coat.
“What about your flirting?”
“I wasn’t flirting… It was teasing.”
Chan face changed, even when Minho had stayed far away, he could see it; Chan heart had realized something: he wasn’t the one that had hurt but the one being hurt, being refused.
“So what, you were teasing to get a laugh out of me? All this time?” Chan moved closer, Minho had no where to go. “I… I get it in front of the others, but when we are alone? What do you want to get out of that?”
“What I want it’s impossible so it doesn’t matter, hyung” Minho said, Chan had come so impossible close that the freezing temperature that had been starting to make Minho’s legs sting seemed to have gone up twenty degrees.
“Why? Why is it impossible?”
“Come on, Chan!” Minho shouted then, he pushed Chan with a hand, moved so he wasn’t against the railway anymore. “You find it funny? So, fucking funny little Minho blushing and tripping over himself each time you look at me? Every time the others notice me looking and they make cooing sounds?”
“Yeah, I do, Minnie.”
“You’re such an asshole, Chan.”
“I’m not the one running out of bed right after what we did yesterday!”
“Well, it isn’t the first time, you shouldn’t be that surprise either.”
Minho went to go away; he could already hear the door closing after himself when he heard Chan almost screaming his lungs out.
“Then fucking stop playing with me! Using me as your stupid sex toy!”
“I’m not doing that!” Minho shouted back. He could hear some doors opening downstairs, probably the ones to their apartments.
“So what do you call yesterday? I fucking love you, Minho, and you know that! And you used it to have a good fuck again? Is that all I am? A fucking big dick?”
“What” Minho sounded deflated, letting it out like an exhalation; he felt like he was seeing the scene from another point of view.
Chan was trembling out of pure rage, he wasn’t sure what Minho wanted him to explain, wasn’t on the mood for explaining anything anymore, anyway.
“Chan, do you love me?”
Chan shoulders came down, he looked away, a snowflake fell on the tip of his nose and he hummed a noncommittal answer.
“You love me?” Minho asked again, he came closer, Chan nodded. “You’re a fucking idiot” Minho said.
“What? Me?” Chan asked then, then Minho got him by the neck of his t-shirt, brought him close.
“Shut up, kiss me.”
“Minho, I really-”
“I love you too, stupid. It was driving me fucking mad, how much I love you and how you wouldn’t notice and stop acting romantic and stupid around me.”
“I really wanted to be romantic around you.”
“So kiss me on the rooftop as it snows, dummy.”
“Stop calling me synonyms of stupid.”
“Who taught you that word? Hyunjin?” Minho said, smiling, Chan rolled his eyes.
Chan kissed him, Minho kissed back.
When they went down everyone was, of course, waiting for them on Chan’s living room, at seeing their hands interlaced the chaos began.
“No! The fun is over!” Jeongin cried.
“Someone owns me money” Changbin smiled, “but I don’t remember who it is” he added, frowning.
“Jeongin we are going to be flatmates now!” Jisung said, already chasing the younger around.
“Start the air fryer, Channie.”
“Yes, love” Chan answered, as they kissed the room filled with different iterations of desperation, but soon enough everyone was coming together for a big hug around them.
“So, first or second best fuck of your life?” Hyunjin asked.