BACKSTAGE - OT8

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

The Same Extra I Posted On
"CENTRIC SKZ SHORTS"

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Consciousness returns slowly, dragged from the depths of sleep by a sensation so gentle it feels like a dream. A pair of lips presses against Chan's cheek, feather-light and impossibly soft. He doesn't jolt, doesn't open his eyes, simply letting the sensation wash over him. The kiss doesn't stop there. It migrates. Trailing a slow, burning path down the line of his jaw and settling into the sensitive skin of his neck.

He lets the corners of his mouth lift in a sleepy smile, keeping his eyelids firmly shut. More lips join the first. They brush over his forehead, his other cheek, and the exposed column of his throat. It's a bombardment of affection, soft and worshipful. He thinks they are absolutely adorable for this.

Then, the tone shifts. A wet tongue traces the line of his happy trail, dipping into his navel before continuing lower. Chan's breath hitches in his chest. He tries his best to suppress the groan building in his throat, maintaining the facade of sleep, but his brows scrunch together involuntarily. The sensation is too precise, too deliberate to be accidental.

They don't stop. If anything, his reaction only spurs them on. The light pecks transform into open-mouthed kisses, wet and hungry. Tongues drag over his collarbones, teeth graze his earlobes. The air in the room grows heavy, charged with a sudden, sharp intensity. Someone finds his right nipple, licking a slow circle around the areola before taking the hardened nub into their mouth and sucking hard.

Chan's back arches off the mattress just a fraction. The wet heat around his nipple sends a jolt straight to his groin.

"We know you're up, Chan Hyung."

The voice is unmistakable. Lee Know. The words are spoken inches from Chan's crotch. His warm breath ghosted over the rapidly hardening length. A second later, a tongue swipes over the head, a quick, filthy lick that makes his entire body twitch.

Chan's eyes snap open. The ceiling blurs into focus before he tilts his head down, taking in the sight surrounding him. All seven members clustered around the bed, leaning over him with varying degrees of mischief and affection in their eyes. He's never gotten a wake-up call like this from the entire group at once. His heart hammers against his ribs, a mix of sleep-haze and sudden arousal clouding his mind. He wonders what the occasion is.

"Happy Birthday, Daddy!" Felix chirps, his voice bright and sunny. He leans down and pecks Chan's lips, a quick, cheerful press that tastes like mint.

Right. That explains it.

"Get ready." Han says, already pulling away and sitting back on his heels. "We're going to get lunch—Or, well, an early dinner since you're just now waking up."

Chan blinks, trying to process the shift from waking sexual tension to logistics. "What time is it?" He asks.

"After 4 o'clock." Changbin says, checking his watch. "So get up."

"Wait!" The word bursts out of Chan louder than he intends. He looks at them, seeing them already halfway off the bed, moving toward the door. Panic flares in his chest. He looks down at himself, then back at them, pointing a finger at the obvious tent in the sheets. "I-i'm..."

He is hard. Painfully so. And they are fully dressed and ready to leave. It's his birthday, for fuck's sake.

Lee Know glances back, his tone dripping with false sympathy. "Right. Take a cold shower. And meet us downstairs."

They file out of the room, a chorus of giggles and fading footsteps following them. Chan is left lying there, mouth slightly agape, staring at the closed door. They really just left him like this.