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"hyung, please." changbin says, his eyes blurry with tears, his voice hoarse. drool dripping down his chin as his tongue rolls out, the skin slightly raw from running his tongue against the fabric of chan's boxers. his cheeks are bright red.
he is completely naked— back arched and perfectly on display for chan to admire. changbin tries not to shiver. he wants chan so bad. wants to touch him, feel him, take his cock-- or do whatever else the older asks of him. he needs him.
changbin wakes up panting. he can tell by the lack of light it's still night. he moves his blanket, staring down at his boxers with a blush. "i'm never telling anyone about that"he whispers as if someone is there to listen.
he grabs his phone off the nightstand. it was only one am, he still had plenty of time to get sleep for the day. with a deep breath he unlocked his phone : it was time to finally read the messages from chan.
chan : hi! i hope it's okay i'm asking this but
chan : if you're free would you like to meet up tomorrow? we can work on the new assignment from prof min together?
changbin : i would love to :) meet you at the recording studio @ 12
changbin turned his phone off with a small smile. he would never consider being a homewrecker, but it's not like chan was dating this person yet.. right? he decided meeting with a friend to work on homework was totally innocent. he wouldn't cross the line. he plugged his phone back up, silently begging his brain to not conjure up anymore sex dreams.
