Who I want: Joon/Mir
What I want: Sanghyun, Byunghee, and SeungHo gives Changsun a late Christmas/congratulatory present--One drinking session, a cake, and on the special menu--a Mir special.
Preferred Rating: NC-17 :)
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MBLAQ fic meme They weren’t drunk, just very warm from the inside out courtesy of alcoholic beverages. The warmth radiated from Changsun’s belly to the goofy smile on his face.
“I love you guys so much.” He wrapped his arms around Byunghee and Seungho’s necks. “So much. Like more than the world.” He sniffled a little.
“We love you too, you idiot.” Seungho pushed Changsun’s nuzzling face away from his cheek.
Tripping over a step leading to their apartment, Changsun glanced around. “Where is what’s-his-name and Chulyong?” He craned his head around to look behind them and nearly pulled the trio over backwards. “Did we leave them at the bar?”
“They didn’t come to the bar. Underage and all that.” Byunghee sighed. Changsun wasn’t drunk but he certainly like to use the buzz of a few drinks to amp up his ridiculous side. Like it wasn’t always amped up anyway, Byunghee thought without rancor.
Changsun ruffled Byunghee’s hair as they waited for the elevator to ascend to their floor. “Always the responsible one. A good leader, you are.” And winced when Seungho jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow.
“I’m the leader, bastard.” Seungho stuck out his lower lip. Underappreciated and under-respected is what he was.
“Oh. Is Chulyong at home?” Perking up, Changsun dragged his band mates out of the elevator and to the apartment door. “He and Sanghyun haven’t congratulated me yet.”
The apartment door opened courtesy of Byunghee and he watched in amusement as the other two tried to squeeze through the opening at the same time. They pushed and shoved until they were both sprawled in a mess of shoes left in the entry hall. Lights flickered to life and Sanghyun shouted “Congratulations!”
Streamers hung from every elevated surface, jockeying for position with balloons. A shiny banner proclaimed “Happy Birthday!” in three languages. Changsun learned the stores seemed to be out of congratulation banners. Except for those that are blue or pink. And are happy you had a boy or a girl. Happy birthday was surely the better option for an unwed male.
Especially one who tended to prefer the baby-faced magnae of the group.
Changsun dived into the cake with a vengeance as the other three shook their heads and mumbled about 4th dimension types and cake and lack of manners. Sanghyun murmured something in Changsun’s ear as Byunghee unobtrusively knocked on a door. Seungho made sure his keys and wallet were in his pockets.
Changsun paused in the midst of eating cake to watch three of his members slip through the apartment. And then glanced over as a bedroom door opened to reveal Chulyong. The cake on Changsun’s fork fell onto his shirt to slip unnoticed to the floor.
“Hey big boy.” Chulyong said in a husky voice designed to send liquid heat through Changsun’s veins.
“Uh. Um.” He’d had the hots for Chulyong for months now but never dreamed the younger man reciprocated.
Judging by the body covered only in some form of frosting and little candy letters spelling “Congrats Changsun” across Chulyong’s chest, Changsun figured the feelings were quite reciprocated. His eyes followed the candies down to where proof of Chulyong’s feelings was slowly growing and twitching under his hot gaze.
“Did you leave room for dessert?” Chulyong wanted to stroll towards Changsun but worried the letters would slip and slide in the frosting. Frosting specifically designed to be painted on and eaten off of the human body. Seungho was full of unexpected knowledge.
Gulping, Joon lifted his eyes back to Chulyong’s and moved towards him. Even if he’d had a six course meal, he’d find room for the delicious confection in front of him. Reaching out, he swiped a finger through the frosting over one of Chulyong’s nipples. As he sucked it off his finger, he hummed in appreciation.
Chulyong’s eyes darkened at the sight and the sound. His erection hardened further. Changsun had gone hard at the sight of him dressed as the most tempting dessert. Sliding his finger through the icing over the other nipple, Changsun lifted it to Chulyong’s lips. The younger man licked the finger lightly, nipping at the tip before sucking it deep into his mouth.
Changsun moaned. “We’re gonna make a mess.”
“That’s the plan.”