ADDICT | MINSUNG ✔️

ZEVEN

once chan had unlatched himself from the death grip and gotten the cream, he sat next to jeongin, who was sleepily laid on his front.

''might be a little cold, petal.'' he warned, spreading it over his hands evenly and touching it to the 'abused' skin.

it wasn't that bad, but it still needed aftercare. he rubbed soft circles into the skin and watched it dip in under the pressure of his fingers.

''that's nice, channie.'' the younger sighed, shifting his position a little for more comfort.

chan chuckled. ''i'm glad, baby.'' he informed, massaging the cream into the skin and feeling it become softer.

''did i go too hard on you?'' chan asked, inspecting the skin to see if he broke it apart.

''no,'' jeongin quickly denied. ''i liked it. it's nice when you make me feel small.''

''are you not happy being taller than me?'' he asked, cocking his head to the side even though he wouldn't be able to see it.

jeongin shook his head. ''i am happy,'' the younger stated. ''i actually think it's hot how you can have control over me without using your height.''

''well thank you, kind spirit.'' chan joked. nobody really knew that he got insecure over being a 'short' dom.

''you're welcome, gentle soul.'' jeongin giggled, not telling the other that he had seen how he tried to stand on his toes sometimes or how he scowled when he looked in the mirror and his jeans made him look shorter.

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minho allowed his hair to be pet for once, feeling his boyfriend's small hands go through the strands. 

''do you wanna go to a party with me?'' the older asked, closing his eyes when jisung patted down his 'fringe'.

''gonna play spin the bottle? bring back memories?'' jisung teased, minho giggling softly and opening his eyes so he could look at his boyfriend.

''was trying to go for more of a slow dance.'' he mocked, knowing damn well that high school parties did not offer the opportunity to slow dance. 

''of course i'll go with you.'' jisung confirmed, raising his hands with a soft giggle to make a braid in the soft hair.

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''felix, be serious for just one second.'' he pleaded, still standing there with a towel draped over his shoulders and around his waist.

his best friend laughed, putting away the oversized lumberjack blouse (that he totally didn't wear while jacking off because he stole it from minho) and searching the bag he had brought with him.

after a few seconds of rummaging, the australian smiled brightly. ''found it.'' he grinned.

''you scare me when you look like the cheshire cat.'' jisung whined, wanting to know what got the other so excited.

turns out, he didn't want to know after all. felix showed him a pair of black, lacy panties with string at the side that laced it together. 

''no way.'' he protested, putting out his hands and backing away from the item.

''but you'll look so banging, i'll bet minho will eat you right up.'' felix pressed, taking his hand and putting it out for him to lay the material in.

''how unfortunate, i'm not into vore,'' the older deadpanned. ''or, y'know, unvoretunate.''

''feel it, it feels nice,'' felix demanded, ignoring his horrible pun. ''just think of how it will feel against your skin down there and with minho's hands over it.''

jisung experimentally rolled the lace between his fingertips, the material surprisingly soft.

after letting it roll between them for a few seconds, he shyly held them in front of his crotch area, judging himself in the mirror. ''are you sure he'll like it?''

the younger smiled warmly. ''i'm sure. only if you're comfortable wearing it. if it's too feminine for you that's fine.''

he just kept staring at his body in the mirror. ''no. i- i love them.'' he sounded so embarrassed. he was so embarrassed. 

''you wanna try them on?'' felix offered, watching him twist his body with fond eyes.

when he nodded, his best friend hummed. ''put them on, then.'' he offered, putting his hands over his eyes.

''can you tell me if it looks okay?'' he heard the older's voice after a few moments of just shuffling.

felix removed his hands from his eyes, confident that his best friend would look stunning.

but now that he had dropped the towel from his shoulder and his waist and was standing there with nothing but the scarce material covering him, the strings stretching out at his full hips... ''wow.'' felix breathed. (hE's HoT)

''is it- is it not good?'' jisung asked, hands having a mind of their own when they covered his chest and his legs crossing a little to hide.

''not good for my health,'' felix complained. ''you look really fucking hot. minho might faint.'' he informed.

jisung just giggled, hitting him lightly and trusting the australian when he gave him the rest of the outfit.

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heh

my voice is deadass gone like i can only talk at felix octave now anything above that is just hhhh