Belated [MyungYeol, drabble]
Myungyeol; R; comedy, romance.
He finally settles in the living-room when; "Myungsoo!" echoes through the dorms.
Woohyun and Sunggyu who were both sitting in front of the television like two zombies, bellies stuffed with the mini-cake the managers allowed them to buy, both turn to Myungsoo with equal blank gazes as if he's to blame for something.
This time tomorrow, they'll be settling in a hotel room in Jakarta, Indonesia, getting prepared for yet another concert in another city in a country that is not their own. Myungsoo is already tired and cranky, and they're still supposed to be resting.
But it's Sungyeol's birthday, so resting is a little beyond them.
Thankfully, yesterday, someone had enough sense to drive Sungyeol back to his parents' house before he got bratty, but he had to return before his birthday was over, so now they had to babysit a giant spoiled baby-prince.
"Where is my water?!"
"I put the glass next to your bed since you were busy playing with your cat."
"That's not the water I requested!"
Myungsoo snorts.
"Go get me vitamin water!"
"Am I your slave?" He returns, a little annoyed.
Ever since he came back home, he expected everybody to do exactly as he says. He made the Managers buy him cake and sweets (although he probably ate plenty at home) and drilled their ears off that it's 'his day' so they all better 'follow his instructions unless they want the wrath of the gods unleashed on them because it's his day' (which totally made sense.)
He even made Sungjong do a bubble bath for him.
There's complete silence for long minutes.
"Where is my vitamin water?" comes out from Sungyeol's room.
Woohyun jabs him with his elbow; "Just go. You know he won't stop. Just go bring him some vitamin water."
"You go bring him vitamin water." Myungsoo insists. "I bought him an Americano from my own money, then I had to bring him an apple, a sandwich, give him a backrub, adjust his pillow, and sacrifice my black blanket for his use because his feet were cold. Maybe it's your turn to take one for the team, hyung."
"I don't take ones for the team, Myungsoo. Unless it's banging a chick that's interested in all seven of us. That is the only time I'll volunteer to contribute."
"Is that how you explain Kibum?" Sunggyu asks, zapping through the channels. Woohyun sharply turns his gaze to him.
"I don't think my vitamin water is going to materialize on its own!" Sungyeol yells again.
"You better shut up, unless you want me to stick a vitamin water really deep down your ass, Sungyeol!" Hoya calls from his own room, and by his tone, he's annoyed.
"Hoya-hyung, you might want to remember that time on your birthday when you said you wanted salty crackers and I was being a really good friend and teammate and I went to the shop and bought you crackers." Sungyeol replies.
"It was your turn to go to the shop, anyway! and you picked the only crackers in the store that weren't salty!"
"Sometimes I'm really jealous of Dongwoo's ability to fall asleep even with your bullshit going on!" comes another annoyed reply, this time from Sungjong.
Myungsoo gets up abruptly and walks to the refrigerator.
"There's no vitamin water anyway." He says to end the dispute.
"Then go get me some!"
"But-"
"Go buy him vitamin water, for the love of god!" Sunggyu messages his temples.
"Red vitamin water!" Sungyeol sticks his head through his door, carrying a foxy grin.
Myungsoo slams the door of the dorms to his face.
.
Of course that the closest convenience store is closed because of the late hour, so Myungsoo ends up strolling around the neighbourhood, unaware of any other location other than that.
The thing is that now they have somebody who takes care of their shopping, so Myungsoo forgot when was the last time he got out of their fancy tower apartment to actually buy something so mundane.
There's another convenience store on the opposite direction from which Myungsoo wandered off to and it's a real shame Myungsoo had to circle the whole neighbourhood to find it.
The clerk immediately recognizes him and demands a photo-session which he agrees to, not even grudgingly. His mood has been a little boosted up, after having a midnight-walk around the nearly empty streets of Seoul - he was just a little frustrated he didn't bring his camera along.
Once he's back home, the lights are closed and the apartment is silent.
The light in Sungyeol's room is opened, and a small crack spills light into the living-room.
Myungsoo opens the door and is about to throw the bottle at him and go to sleep as well but then;
"-first time celebrating appa's birthday, huh? Next year you'll be already a big girl, right?" He's lying on his belly on the floor, so he could be in an eye level with Jureumie.
She's still very small and very wrinkly, with a rat like tail and enormous eyes.
Myungsoo actually likes her despite her appearance, and despite the fact that the hyungs call her 'the naked cat' to rile up Sungyeol.
"Big girl but still daddy's girl, right? Is that what you're thinking?" The cat idly blinks at him.
Sungyeol scratches behind her ear.
"She's probably thinking you're crazy for talking to her in first place." Myungsoo says, then places the bottle on Sungyeol's desk. He's about to leave when; "Oh, you brought me the red one? But I wanted the blue one."
"You said you want the red one."
"I changed my mind on the way," He raises his chin, hiding a smile since he's clearly deriving pleasure from acting spoiled. "A good friend would call to double-check."
"Then I'm a bad friend." Myungsoo decides, irritated. He's a bit tired, and Sungyeol is just getting on his nerves.
Before he can make a step for the door again, Sungyeol says; "Wait,"
He turns around again, sighing.
Sungyeol takes a seat on his bed, then raises his leg at Myungsoo.
"Take off my sock." He orders.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious."
Myungsoo snorts while rolling his eyes. He crosses his hands on his chest.
Sungyeol pokes his feet into Myungsoo's abdomen. "Take it off."
"I'm not touching your dirty feet."
"If you'll do what I say, you might get laid."
That makes him chuckle; "You know, sometimes I can't even tell I'm in relationship with you and sometimes you just blatantly rub it into my face."
"If you'll do what I say, you might get laid." He repeats, shaking his feet and stressing the word 'laid' a little longer.
It shouldn't work on Myungsoo, but it does, because 'getting laid' really messes up all his priorities.
He gives Sungyeol a sceptic glance; "Might get laid? That's a little vague."
"Is it? I'd say it's a fifty-fifty, but if that sock will come off you can count on the percentage rising."
Sungyeol trails his feet down Myungsoo's abdomen and gives a little pat to his crotch.
Myungsoo takes off his sock.
Sungyeol raises his other feet.
Myungsoo glances at it before returning his gaze to Sungyeol's face.
There's a wicked smirk on his face, and it's like he won the national championship of all things evil.
"Just in case you were wondering, I had an afternoon nap and my stamina level is pretty high." Myungsoo says as he takes his other sock off.
"I'm gonna pretend that wasn't a vulgar hint about how long you can last, because that would totally kill the mood."
"And we wouldn't want that?"
"Don't move."
"What?"
Sungyeol gives a few more taps onto Myungsoo's crotch with his leg, one a little bit forceful and it causes him take a step back so he won't fall.
Sungyeol clicks his tongue; "You can't move." He gets up. "Not even a muscle."
Jureumie takes his place by jumping on the bed. "Your cat is going to think that we're perverts."
Sungyeol circles him and Myungsoo is about to turn to him, but he holds down his wrist, as if to make sure Myungsoo won't budge from his place.
"Don't worry, she already knows you're a pervert. I can tell her you're influencing me." He tells him from behind, drastically changing his tone to from one sentence to another. It comes out a bit of a deep whisper right behind his ear and Myungsoo can feel his nose ghosting on his skin.
His long fingers invade underneath Myungsoo's shirt and press onto his waists. They're a little cold.
He slides his lips down Myungsoo neck, pressing soft, slow kisses into his shirt.
Myungsoo inhales sharply when his hands descend down into Myungsoo's crotch again, but before he can even get there he immediately steps away and lands back on his bed.
"Nah, I changed my mind." He takes Jureumie into his arms and cradles her although she tries to escape. "You're not getting laid tonight."
Myungsoo stays on his spot for a long second to register what just happened.
"You can go now. And take the vitamin water, I'm not really thirsty anymore. Goodnight." He flips on his belly, reaching out for his tablet, while still holding onto his kitty.
"That's it," Myungsoo grabs the vitamin bottle. "I'm going to shove something up your ass even if it won't be my-"
"You asshole, YOU'RE KILLING JUREUMIE! GET OFF ME!" He half laughs, hitting him in the process.
Once the cat finally escapes, Myungsoo manages to get a hold of Sungyeol's flailing hands. It's not an easy task, considering the fact that he probably holds a record for world's longest limbs.
Sungyeol thrashes his legs a little, but when he understands struggle is futile he purses his lips in a very annoying manner then says in a calm, collected tone; "If you won't get off me right now, I'm going to shout RAPE really loudly. Considering the fact that I'm a birthday boy and the fact that Sunggyu already went to sleep, you'll probably are going to get murdered."
"Go on. Scream. Considering the fact that you've been exceedingly irritating today, everybody are going to pretend they're very, very deeply asleep. Even if I'll leave the door opened."
A panicked expression runs through Sungyeol's features, and he sharply turns to his right.
"Jureumie! Save Papa! Attack him with your claws of death!"
The cat is sitting on the floor, right in front of the bed, inspecting the two of them with her large eyes.
She actually lifts her paw, though inertly. "Good girl! Good girl-" Sungyeol encourages until she stops midway and starts licking her paw.
That makes Myungsoo burst into laughter; "Even your cat is on my side."
"Oh, please Myungsoo, if you ever had a female form, it will be her. You're like a gigantic self-centered kitty with no hair that likes to cuddle." Sungyeol tries to slap him or hit him but Myungsoo catches his hands again.
"I'll take it as a compliment. Way better than... what was it you called me last week? An asshole that likes the sound of his own voice?"
"I called you a lot of things last week, but that was among the top three, yes."
"Okay, great, now that we have all that figured out-"
"Hey, give me a message. Since you're in the position and all."
"I am not giving you anything."
"Since I'm a birthday boy," Sungyeol starts and makes him roll his eyes, "I am entitled to at least three messages a day, and you only performed one. And since it might get you laid and you like getting laid, it works in your favor."
"I am not falling for that twice."
"I'm just saying, that since it's my birthday-"
"Your birthday is the longest day of the year." Myungsoo groans.
"It's actually really short." Sungyeol says more quietly. "And all year round I act like a good boy, I donate stuff and try to act friendly with everybody and accept everything as it is and never whine - unless it's really, really necessary, like when I'm out of coffee - and this is the only day, once in a whole year, when it's all about me."
"You can't pull at my heartstrings in my moment of triumph! Isn't there some unwritten rule about it in some relationship codex?"
"Don't be an ass! Just one last back rub! There's ten more minutes until my birthday is over!"
Myungsoo clicks his tongue and sighs really deeply; "But I'll get laid later? Because after I did your other back-rub earlier, I had to spend an hour in the bathroom."
"A whole hour? Must be your record lasting-time." Sungyeol says dryly, then settles against his sheets comfortably.
"Shut up."
"Hurry up if you still want to get laid."
Taking a determinate sigh, Myungsoo brings the end of Sungyeol's t-shirt to hang over Sungyeol's head, and he giggles childishly.
Myungsoo slides his hands down his back.
Despite what other people think about Sungyeol's skin color, he's actually really fond of it. His own hands look ivory against Sungyeol's toned back.
He wants to kiss every bit of it.
He starts massaging his thumbs in twin spots on his shoulder blades, then slides agonizingly slowly down and stimulatingly digs his other fingers into Sungyeol's back.
As always, it evokes a bit of an encouraging response; Sungyeol squirms a little, tries to stifle a moan.
Myungsoo kneads the lower part of his back, letting his hands ghost down the crease of his ass but never actually touching it, before leaning his weight down on them, and giving him a little kiss between his shoulder blades.
Since they're not doing it in the living-room, in front of the hyungs' noses, it feels a little more erotic.
"No, no, no, no - eh, no kissing allowed." Sungyeol opposes, probably getting into the same mood as him. Myungsoo snorts against his skin and his breathe brushes the warm flesh.
He sees Sungyeol fisting his sheets.
"Alright, no kissing." He agrees, then sits up. He glides his hands up to Sungyeol's shoulders, that are still clothed in the shirt.
He knows exactly all the sore spots almost by heart, where to press and what to caress. Soon enough, Sungyeol doesn't even masks his groans, biting onto his lower lip to keep them from spilling out of his mouth in seductive medleys.
Myungsoo rocks his hips a little against his bottom.
"No-o humping either," immediately comes a retort.
"I wasn't doing anything, I was just getting comfortable. It's not my fault you're so long."
"I can feel painfully well exactly how you were getting comfortable, and I don't think you're comfortable inside your pants."
"Should I lose my pants then?"
"No. Enough massage. I'm tired and I want to sleep." He says into his pillow, hiding his face.
Myungsoo leans down his body again and kisses down his spine. "You know what?"
"What?" His voice is muffled by the pillow.
"It's 12:01 and I don't have to listen to you anymore."
"You didn't even told me happy birthday. Not even once."
"Happy belated birthday, then."
"Just so you know, sex is not on the top three most-wanted gifts this year, but I'll forgive you."
"Thank you, your highness."
****
So, uh, I'm bad at Photoshop, and I can't really contribute, so I wrote a fic xD
Happy Birthday, my Prince!!!
ps.
Ugh, inspired by @xs_xs_inspirit.
She did it.
*blames*
He finally settles in the living-room when; "Myungsoo!" echoes through the dorms.
Woohyun and Sunggyu who were both sitting in front of the television like two zombies, bellies stuffed with the mini-cake the managers allowed them to buy, both turn to Myungsoo with equal blank gazes as if he's to blame for something.
This time tomorrow, they'll be settling in a hotel room in Jakarta, Indonesia, getting prepared for yet another concert in another city in a country that is not their own. Myungsoo is already tired and cranky, and they're still supposed to be resting.
But it's Sungyeol's birthday, so resting is a little beyond them.
Thankfully, yesterday, someone had enough sense to drive Sungyeol back to his parents' house before he got bratty, but he had to return before his birthday was over, so now they had to babysit a giant spoiled baby-prince.
"Where is my water?!"
"I put the glass next to your bed since you were busy playing with your cat."
"That's not the water I requested!"
Myungsoo snorts.
"Go get me vitamin water!"
"Am I your slave?" He returns, a little annoyed.
Ever since he came back home, he expected everybody to do exactly as he says. He made the Managers buy him cake and sweets (although he probably ate plenty at home) and drilled their ears off that it's 'his day' so they all better 'follow his instructions unless they want the wrath of the gods unleashed on them because it's his day' (which totally made sense.)
He even made Sungjong do a bubble bath for him.
There's complete silence for long minutes.
"Where is my vitamin water?" comes out from Sungyeol's room.
Woohyun jabs him with his elbow; "Just go. You know he won't stop. Just go bring him some vitamin water."
"You go bring him vitamin water." Myungsoo insists. "I bought him an Americano from my own money, then I had to bring him an apple, a sandwich, give him a backrub, adjust his pillow, and sacrifice my black blanket for his use because his feet were cold. Maybe it's your turn to take one for the team, hyung."
"I don't take ones for the team, Myungsoo. Unless it's banging a chick that's interested in all seven of us. That is the only time I'll volunteer to contribute."
"Is that how you explain Kibum?" Sunggyu asks, zapping through the channels. Woohyun sharply turns his gaze to him.
"I don't think my vitamin water is going to materialize on its own!" Sungyeol yells again.
"You better shut up, unless you want me to stick a vitamin water really deep down your ass, Sungyeol!" Hoya calls from his own room, and by his tone, he's annoyed.
"Hoya-hyung, you might want to remember that time on your birthday when you said you wanted salty crackers and I was being a really good friend and teammate and I went to the shop and bought you crackers." Sungyeol replies.
"It was your turn to go to the shop, anyway! and you picked the only crackers in the store that weren't salty!"
"Sometimes I'm really jealous of Dongwoo's ability to fall asleep even with your bullshit going on!" comes another annoyed reply, this time from Sungjong.
Myungsoo gets up abruptly and walks to the refrigerator.
"There's no vitamin water anyway." He says to end the dispute.
"Then go get me some!"
"But-"
"Go buy him vitamin water, for the love of god!" Sunggyu messages his temples.
"Red vitamin water!" Sungyeol sticks his head through his door, carrying a foxy grin.
Myungsoo slams the door of the dorms to his face.
.
Of course that the closest convenience store is closed because of the late hour, so Myungsoo ends up strolling around the neighbourhood, unaware of any other location other than that.
The thing is that now they have somebody who takes care of their shopping, so Myungsoo forgot when was the last time he got out of their fancy tower apartment to actually buy something so mundane.
There's another convenience store on the opposite direction from which Myungsoo wandered off to and it's a real shame Myungsoo had to circle the whole neighbourhood to find it.
The clerk immediately recognizes him and demands a photo-session which he agrees to, not even grudgingly. His mood has been a little boosted up, after having a midnight-walk around the nearly empty streets of Seoul - he was just a little frustrated he didn't bring his camera along.
Once he's back home, the lights are closed and the apartment is silent.
The light in Sungyeol's room is opened, and a small crack spills light into the living-room.
Myungsoo opens the door and is about to throw the bottle at him and go to sleep as well but then;
"-first time celebrating appa's birthday, huh? Next year you'll be already a big girl, right?" He's lying on his belly on the floor, so he could be in an eye level with Jureumie.
She's still very small and very wrinkly, with a rat like tail and enormous eyes.
Myungsoo actually likes her despite her appearance, and despite the fact that the hyungs call her 'the naked cat' to rile up Sungyeol.
"Big girl but still daddy's girl, right? Is that what you're thinking?" The cat idly blinks at him.
Sungyeol scratches behind her ear.
"She's probably thinking you're crazy for talking to her in first place." Myungsoo says, then places the bottle on Sungyeol's desk. He's about to leave when; "Oh, you brought me the red one? But I wanted the blue one."
"You said you want the red one."
"I changed my mind on the way," He raises his chin, hiding a smile since he's clearly deriving pleasure from acting spoiled. "A good friend would call to double-check."
"Then I'm a bad friend." Myungsoo decides, irritated. He's a bit tired, and Sungyeol is just getting on his nerves.
Before he can make a step for the door again, Sungyeol says; "Wait,"
He turns around again, sighing.
Sungyeol takes a seat on his bed, then raises his leg at Myungsoo.
"Take off my sock." He orders.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious."
Myungsoo snorts while rolling his eyes. He crosses his hands on his chest.
Sungyeol pokes his feet into Myungsoo's abdomen. "Take it off."
"I'm not touching your dirty feet."
"If you'll do what I say, you might get laid."
That makes him chuckle; "You know, sometimes I can't even tell I'm in relationship with you and sometimes you just blatantly rub it into my face."
"If you'll do what I say, you might get laid." He repeats, shaking his feet and stressing the word 'laid' a little longer.
It shouldn't work on Myungsoo, but it does, because 'getting laid' really messes up all his priorities.
He gives Sungyeol a sceptic glance; "Might get laid? That's a little vague."
"Is it? I'd say it's a fifty-fifty, but if that sock will come off you can count on the percentage rising."
Sungyeol trails his feet down Myungsoo's abdomen and gives a little pat to his crotch.
Myungsoo takes off his sock.
Sungyeol raises his other feet.
Myungsoo glances at it before returning his gaze to Sungyeol's face.
There's a wicked smirk on his face, and it's like he won the national championship of all things evil.
"Just in case you were wondering, I had an afternoon nap and my stamina level is pretty high." Myungsoo says as he takes his other sock off.
"I'm gonna pretend that wasn't a vulgar hint about how long you can last, because that would totally kill the mood."
"And we wouldn't want that?"
"Don't move."
"What?"
Sungyeol gives a few more taps onto Myungsoo's crotch with his leg, one a little bit forceful and it causes him take a step back so he won't fall.
Sungyeol clicks his tongue; "You can't move." He gets up. "Not even a muscle."
Jureumie takes his place by jumping on the bed. "Your cat is going to think that we're perverts."
Sungyeol circles him and Myungsoo is about to turn to him, but he holds down his wrist, as if to make sure Myungsoo won't budge from his place.
"Don't worry, she already knows you're a pervert. I can tell her you're influencing me." He tells him from behind, drastically changing his tone to from one sentence to another. It comes out a bit of a deep whisper right behind his ear and Myungsoo can feel his nose ghosting on his skin.
His long fingers invade underneath Myungsoo's shirt and press onto his waists. They're a little cold.
He slides his lips down Myungsoo neck, pressing soft, slow kisses into his shirt.
Myungsoo inhales sharply when his hands descend down into Myungsoo's crotch again, but before he can even get there he immediately steps away and lands back on his bed.
"Nah, I changed my mind." He takes Jureumie into his arms and cradles her although she tries to escape. "You're not getting laid tonight."
Myungsoo stays on his spot for a long second to register what just happened.
"You can go now. And take the vitamin water, I'm not really thirsty anymore. Goodnight." He flips on his belly, reaching out for his tablet, while still holding onto his kitty.
"That's it," Myungsoo grabs the vitamin bottle. "I'm going to shove something up your ass even if it won't be my-"
"You asshole, YOU'RE KILLING JUREUMIE! GET OFF ME!" He half laughs, hitting him in the process.
Once the cat finally escapes, Myungsoo manages to get a hold of Sungyeol's flailing hands. It's not an easy task, considering the fact that he probably holds a record for world's longest limbs.
Sungyeol thrashes his legs a little, but when he understands struggle is futile he purses his lips in a very annoying manner then says in a calm, collected tone; "If you won't get off me right now, I'm going to shout RAPE really loudly. Considering the fact that I'm a birthday boy and the fact that Sunggyu already went to sleep, you'll probably are going to get murdered."
"Go on. Scream. Considering the fact that you've been exceedingly irritating today, everybody are going to pretend they're very, very deeply asleep. Even if I'll leave the door opened."
A panicked expression runs through Sungyeol's features, and he sharply turns to his right.
"Jureumie! Save Papa! Attack him with your claws of death!"
The cat is sitting on the floor, right in front of the bed, inspecting the two of them with her large eyes.
She actually lifts her paw, though inertly. "Good girl! Good girl-" Sungyeol encourages until she stops midway and starts licking her paw.
That makes Myungsoo burst into laughter; "Even your cat is on my side."
"Oh, please Myungsoo, if you ever had a female form, it will be her. You're like a gigantic self-centered kitty with no hair that likes to cuddle." Sungyeol tries to slap him or hit him but Myungsoo catches his hands again.
"I'll take it as a compliment. Way better than... what was it you called me last week? An asshole that likes the sound of his own voice?"
"I called you a lot of things last week, but that was among the top three, yes."
"Okay, great, now that we have all that figured out-"
"Hey, give me a message. Since you're in the position and all."
"I am not giving you anything."
"Since I'm a birthday boy," Sungyeol starts and makes him roll his eyes, "I am entitled to at least three messages a day, and you only performed one. And since it might get you laid and you like getting laid, it works in your favor."
"I am not falling for that twice."
"I'm just saying, that since it's my birthday-"
"Your birthday is the longest day of the year." Myungsoo groans.
"It's actually really short." Sungyeol says more quietly. "And all year round I act like a good boy, I donate stuff and try to act friendly with everybody and accept everything as it is and never whine - unless it's really, really necessary, like when I'm out of coffee - and this is the only day, once in a whole year, when it's all about me."
"You can't pull at my heartstrings in my moment of triumph! Isn't there some unwritten rule about it in some relationship codex?"
"Don't be an ass! Just one last back rub! There's ten more minutes until my birthday is over!"
Myungsoo clicks his tongue and sighs really deeply; "But I'll get laid later? Because after I did your other back-rub earlier, I had to spend an hour in the bathroom."
"A whole hour? Must be your record lasting-time." Sungyeol says dryly, then settles against his sheets comfortably.
"Shut up."
"Hurry up if you still want to get laid."
Taking a determinate sigh, Myungsoo brings the end of Sungyeol's t-shirt to hang over Sungyeol's head, and he giggles childishly.
Myungsoo slides his hands down his back.
Despite what other people think about Sungyeol's skin color, he's actually really fond of it. His own hands look ivory against Sungyeol's toned back.
He wants to kiss every bit of it.
He starts massaging his thumbs in twin spots on his shoulder blades, then slides agonizingly slowly down and stimulatingly digs his other fingers into Sungyeol's back.
As always, it evokes a bit of an encouraging response; Sungyeol squirms a little, tries to stifle a moan.
Myungsoo kneads the lower part of his back, letting his hands ghost down the crease of his ass but never actually touching it, before leaning his weight down on them, and giving him a little kiss between his shoulder blades.
Since they're not doing it in the living-room, in front of the hyungs' noses, it feels a little more erotic.
"No, no, no, no - eh, no kissing allowed." Sungyeol opposes, probably getting into the same mood as him. Myungsoo snorts against his skin and his breathe brushes the warm flesh.
He sees Sungyeol fisting his sheets.
"Alright, no kissing." He agrees, then sits up. He glides his hands up to Sungyeol's shoulders, that are still clothed in the shirt.
He knows exactly all the sore spots almost by heart, where to press and what to caress. Soon enough, Sungyeol doesn't even masks his groans, biting onto his lower lip to keep them from spilling out of his mouth in seductive medleys.
Myungsoo rocks his hips a little against his bottom.
"No-o humping either," immediately comes a retort.
"I wasn't doing anything, I was just getting comfortable. It's not my fault you're so long."
"I can feel painfully well exactly how you were getting comfortable, and I don't think you're comfortable inside your pants."
"Should I lose my pants then?"
"No. Enough massage. I'm tired and I want to sleep." He says into his pillow, hiding his face.
Myungsoo leans down his body again and kisses down his spine. "You know what?"
"What?" His voice is muffled by the pillow.
"It's 12:01 and I don't have to listen to you anymore."
"You didn't even told me happy birthday. Not even once."
"Happy belated birthday, then."
"Just so you know, sex is not on the top three most-wanted gifts this year, but I'll forgive you."
"Thank you, your highness."
****
So, uh, I'm bad at Photoshop, and I can't really contribute, so I wrote a fic xD
Happy Birthday, my Prince!!!
ps.
Ugh, inspired by @xs_xs_inspirit.
She did it.
*blames*