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It wasn’t supposed to be an issue really.
It was just a game.
But Hwang Hyunjin was far too excited to see Chan in those soft, fluffy blue pajamas that, frankly, looked more like a dress than anything else, even proceeding to cut it up, making it sexier than it was supposed to be.
Hyunjin was even playing mind games with Chan which ended up with the leader choosing the dress.
Minho was totally okay with it, but not really.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Chan in a dress. Of course he wanted to see Chan in a dress. He had even bought dresses for the man for some of the nights they spent together.
No, it was the idea that someone else might get to see Chan in something so... soft, so pretty, so perfect. No one, absolutely no one, was allowed to see Chan in that dress or any other dress, except him.
There was one incident when Changbin had accidentally walked into Chan’s room and Chan was in the middle of showing off the new black dress Minho had bought for him, spinning around in front of the man.
Minho vividly remembered the way Changbin’s eyes had widened, his mouth dropping open and even commenting saying Chan looked pretty. This made Minho so mad that he had fucked Chan all night, making sure Chan knew just who he belonged to, keeping him close until the first light of dawn.
As for Changbin, Minho was going to stuff wet tissues down his throat but was stopped by Chan at the last moment. It still didn’t help that Changbin had seen his Channie, in a dress.
Minho wouldn't call himself possessive. He just needed the rest of the members to know that Chan was his. Especially since Bang Chan was undeniably beautiful, with a charm that was hard to resist. What Chan didn’t realize, however, was just how captivating he truly was, which made him all the more irresistible. Every time Minho had to see the entire group try to strip Chan or thirst over his abs, it stirred something deep in him, but it was not possessiveness. Nope.
Now…those pajamas… that shade of blue, the way it would definitely make Chan look even prettier than he already was… it was his. Only he was allowed to witness it.
Which was why he was jubilant when he won rock, paper and scissors and decided to get Chan to swap his outfit with someone else. It was just fate that he picked Hyunjin's name.
Crisis averted. Noone, and absolutely no one would get to see Chan in a dress except him now.
The thing is, Minho so badly wanted to see Chan in those soft blue pajamas tonight.
“Minho…” Chan called out softly as stepped out from the washroom.
Minho had been in a sour mood for a while, and Chan had sensed it, letting the man be on his own before excusing himself to the washroom. Minho felt a surge of guilt as he knew that spending time with Chan was quite rare with the different dorms and all, and he should be savouring every minute he got to spend with Chan now.
Minho looked up from his phone and let out a soft gasp as his eyes took in Chan's attire.
Chan was wearing the soft blue pajamas. Somehow, Chan had managed to steal them from the skz code set, and he was now wearing them, which was making Minho's heart race.
The pajamas, which really was a dress, felt too perfect. The shade of baby blue was so soft and it almost seemed to glow, matching the warmth in Chan’s eyes as he looked around, a little unsure but still wearing that dimpled smile of his. It was the kind of soft, pastel blue that made everything else fade into the background until Chan was the only thing that stood out.
Minho’s eyes lingered on the way the fabric swirled gently around Chan’s legs, the plushness of it, almost like a cloud, as if the dress itself was cradling his frame. It was also the way it seemed to transform Chan, making him look even more delicate, even more ethereal than usual. The way the fabric brushed against his skin and clung just right in all the softest places, the way Minho could see parts of the exposed skin thanks to the cuts Hyunjin had made to the dress. It was as though it had been made specifically for him and Minho felt a strange twinge of possessiveness in his chest again, as he was reminded that Chan would have been wearing this in front of everyone if he hadn’t swapped out the names.
No one else should be allowed to see it. No one else should have the privilege of seeing Chan like this, so perfect in something that should’ve been ridiculous.
Not on his watch.
“Holy fuck.” Minho murmured slowly, in awe and watched as Chan’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Channie… you look…you look…”
“Bad?” Chan mumbled self consciously, as he looked down.
“What the fuck-” Minho cursed before sitting up on the bed, “You look so fucking beautiful, Chan-ah.”
Chan’s lips curled into a smile at the compliment before he slowly approached the younger man. Minho’s eyes, full of hunger and intensity, scanned his body, making Chan feel both exposed and wanted.
“Come here already,” Minho growled softly, the sound sending a rush of heat through Chan’s veins.
Chan inhaled in a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest and he climbed up onto the bed, the dress riding up and exposing more of his thighs. Minho’s gaze never left him, intense and deep with desire. The silence between them felt thick with tension, and Chan could hear the sound of his own heart beating, louder and faster.
“Minho…” Chan whispered, his voice barely audible, yet it carried an undeniable weight. There was longing in his eyes, something deep, something that Minho could feel pulling him in. Chan reached up slowly, as he brushed a strand of hair from Minho’s forehead, noticing how the younger’s hair was growing long, something that Chan adored. That action was enough to set Minho in motion as he grabbed Chan’s arm, pulling the man in close before bringing their lips together.
The kiss was soft initially but when Chan responded back, Minho’s hand slid to wrap around Chan’s waist, deepening the kiss as he bit hard on Chan’s bottom lip, the man letting out a gasp as he let Minho taste him.
The kiss grew more desperate, more consuming, as they both gave in to the moment, to the undeniable pull between them. Minho’s lips were insistent and hungry, Chan following his lead, his own lips moving with an eagerness that matched Minho’s. Chan could feel the heat of Minho’s touch, the way his body responded to the closeness, and he just needed more.
“You look so fucking good in this, god.” Minho gasped as he dipped down to kiss Chan’s neck, loving the way the older man was arching back, exposing more of his beautiful neck for him and Minho loved to leave marks all over it, a proof that Chan was his and only his.
Chan let out a soft moan as Minho bit hard on the soft flesh of his neck, kissing the skin as one hand slowly slid up his thigh, underneath the hem of the dress. He realised Chan wasn’t wearing anything under it and it sent all his blood rushing down as he cupped the man’s butt. Chan felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his rib cage when Minho pulled the front of the dress down, his mouth finding Chan’s nipple before sucking on it with a delicious noise.
“God… Minho.” Chan gasped loudly as he grinded against the younger man.
“Patience Chan.” Minho teased him as he continued to suck on Chan’s nipple, one hand coming up to cup the older’s chest.
“I can’t…I need you.” Chan whimpered impatiently as he reached up to grip Minho’s hair and yanked at it hard, eliciting a growl out of the younger man.
“Fuck…” Minho breathed out as he met Chan’s gaze. “Would you have been this slutty in front of everyone if you had worn this?”
Chan let out a whimper at that, dropping his face to hide in the crook of Minho’s neck as he whispered, “I am a slut only for you, Minho-ya.”
This was enough for Minho as he inhaled sharply, before switching them over easily, hovering over Chan.
“You are such a pretty little thing.” Minho chuckled darkly as he ran both hands up Chan’s thighs, lifting the dress up with it, before reaching down and leaving kisses, marking the soft milky skin wherever he could, relishing in the sounds the older was making as he took his time making an art out of Chan. "So fucking beautiful, so perfect." He kept complimenting the older man.
Minho flipped the older man on the bed, before raising his hips up, the dress pooling around and exposing Chan’s raised ass. Minho reached down and kissed on one cheek, biting and sucking a hickey on it, before thumbing them apart, pressing his tongue flat across the opening and eliciting a low broken whine from the older man, whose entire body started shuddering as he pressed his face into the pillows.
“Ah!” Chan inhaled sharply, curling his fists into the bed.
Minho knew how sensitive Chan was, and how much Chan loved it when Minho ate him out, and he smirked to himself as he pressed his tongue in once again, teasing the man’s opening, and Minho could feel every quake of Chan thighs.
Minho dragged his tongue along the entrance a few times, before spearing his tongue in curling it past the rim. Chan’s yelp dragged into a moan as Minho pulled out his tongue, suckling at the rim before thrusting his tongue back in.
Each thrust of his tongue led to Chan letting out a cry, louder than the previous and he knew that the other boys outside their room could probably hear everything, but he didn’t care. He wanted everyone to know how good he could make Chan feel. Minho increased his pace, as he dug his nails into the curve of Chan’s ass and started licking like he was starved.
Chan whimpered into the pillow as he felt Minho tug his cheeks further apart before sliding in a finger inside along with his tongue and this was when the pleasure intensified tenfold as Chan felt himself thrash from the sensation.
“Oh my god, Minho.” Chan all but wailed as Minho bent his knuckle, finding his sweet spot immediately. With Minho suckling hard at his rim, and finger dragging in and out along with his tongue, brushing against his prostate, Chan knew he wouldn’t be able to last.
“Minho…I need you.” Chan whimpered.
The younger man stopped in his ministrations, before flipping him over onto his back harshly.
Minho looked up at Chan, his lips red and glistening with saliva, beads of sweat coating his forehead and god the sight alone was enough to make Chan's brain short-circuit.
"I said patience, didn't I?" Minho said, cocking up an eyebrow.
"B-but I need you, hyung..." Chan trailed away, knowing all about Minho's weaknesses and how much he loved it when Chan called him that.
"Shit, Chan." Minho breathed, heat pooling in his guts, eyes dark, like two black pits of desire as Chan pouted innocently at him.
Minho pulled his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor, followed by his shorts and boxers. He took his time, his eyes tracing down Chan’s flushed face, the deep red spreading down to his neck. His gaze lingered on the marks scattered across Chan’s flawless body, “You know you are the most beautiful human on earth right?” Minho breathed out as he looked down proudly at his masterpiece.
Chan beamed, before hiding his face behind his hands. Minho would always praise him like this but no matter how many times he did this, Chan would somehow always get flustered.
“I love you, Minho-ya.” Chan said softly.
Minho chuckled, before gently removing Chan’s hands from his face.
“I love you too.” Minho breathed, a smile curling on his mouth, “But now I am going to fuck you so hard until you can’t walk.”
Chan moaned loudly at that, as Minho reached over to grab the tiny bottle of lube, coating his fingers with it before pushing a finger back in.
Minho quickly inserted a second and a third finger in, stretching and prepping the man quickly as he himself was unable to hold back any longer.
"Just fuck me already, hyung.” Chan sobbed, craving for more, and unable to withstand Minho’s teasing any longer.
"Love it when you get all needy for my cock." Minho let out a laugh before lining himself against Chan’s entrance, pushing in slowly, relishing in the way how Chan always felt so tight around him.
Chan moaned low on an exhaled breath as Minho pulled out and drove back into him, finding a pace.
“You okay, baby?” Minho asked, his voice raspy with pleasure.
“Feels good.” Chan whimpered, his eyes shut from the blinding pleasure as his hole clenched around Minho.
“Yeah?” Minho murmured as he bucked his hips, the tip of his dick brushing against Chan’s prostate. "Look at me when I am fucking you."
Chan let out a whimper as he opened his eyes, shivering as he met Minho's dark, intense eyes. The way Minho held his gaze, steady and unwavering, making it impossible for Chan to look away.
“You are such a good boy.”
Chan mewled at the praise, unable to string a proper coherent sentence anymore, as he felt the sharp wave of orgasm already building up in his spine.
He tried to hold it off a little longer, reveling in the fullness of Minho’s thick dick. The way each thrust from the dancer was aimed right at his sweet spot, and Chan knew he was far gone as he was no longer trying to keep his voice down, moaning out loudly. He dug his fingers into Minho’s arms, holding onto the man’s biceps as he felt his head hit the headboard of the bed with each move.
“Shit, what would the others think?” Minho groaned, as he paused, holding the back of Chan’s thighs, hiking them up onto the crooks of his elbows and practically folding Chan in half as he pushed back in again, the angle changing as this time Minho went in deeper, making the older scream, “What would they say when they see their precious leader all bent in half, taking in my cock so nicely?”
“Please…” Chan whined, feeling hot and overwhelmed.
“You want them to see you, don’t you?” Minho continued, droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead, as he picked up speed, slamming his hips up. “You wanted to wear this dress in front of them. You were excited about it. Do you want me to call in Hyunjin so he can look at you now?”
Chan let out another sob at Minho's words, as he reached up, tangling his fingers with Minho’s long locks, pulling hard on it, and the younger man growled as he pistoned his hips in and out mercilessly, working Chan towards his orgasm as he felt his own release hurtling towards him. Minho reached down to kiss the older man again and Chan was unable to control himself anymore as he felt his entire body shudder, his eyes rolling back as it exploded in his lower stomach like a handful of fireworks and he came untouched, with a loud cry of Minho’s name.
Minho felt Chan’s ass tighten around him, squeezing every bit of pleasure out of him as he thrusted into the pulsing heat. This combined with the sight of Chan unravelling under him was enough as he grinded himself even deeper, reaching his end and filling up Chan’s insides with warmth.
Minho leaned over Chan for a while, catching his breath before slowly pulling out and looking down at Chan’s quivering hole.
Chan watched with bleary eyes as Minho ran his fingers through his cum that was leaking out of Chan’s hole, before fingering it back inside, almost absent-mindedly and letting go of Chan’s legs.
“Wow.” Minho breathed out as he pulled back Chan’s dress, covering the older man up, and slumped onto the bed, next to him. “Wow.” He repeated, still breathless.
Chan still needed a moment to recollect himself. Sex with Minho was always great, but today definitely was one of the best and it was all because of the dress. That, plus the fact that Minho was being possessive over him. A trait that Chan secretly but not so secretly loved.
Chan turned on his side to face Minho, wincing as he felt the numbness in his thighs and knew that Minho kept his word about fucking him hard until he couldn’t walk. He reached his hand out, fingers curling around Minho’s before nuzzling his head into the man’s chest.
“I guess we are keeping the dress, huh.” Minho laughed as he brought his other hand up, gently running through Chan’s soft curls.
“Yeah… I guess so.” Chan mumbled slowly, taking in a deep shaky breath.
“You did good, baby, go to sleep now.” Minho murmured soothingly as he kissed the older man’s forehead.
It was easy to sleep with Minho right by his side. Chan inhaled in the man’s scent, before letting his warmth engulf him, slowly drifting away, dreaming of the sea and of a life with Minho.
“You two are filthy, you know that right?” Hyunjin said as he saw them in the morning.
Minho and Chan had tried to spend as much time as they could within the confines of their room. Mainly because Chan was shy and knew the other members were going to tease him especially when they saw all the red marks on his neck. That coupled with the fact that Chan was unable to walk without limping.
Minho finally convinced the older man to go out to get some brunch and as Chan feared, Hyunjin had spotted them and was calling them out now.
Hyunjin stood in the doorway to the kitchen, hands on his hips, glaring at them both.
“Seriously?” Hyunjin’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “You two are adults. Can’t you keep it down, at least for one night? Everyone heard you last night.”
Minho blinked, before speaking in his monotonous voice, “Hwang Hyunjin, Channie is hungry and if you don’t move, I might actually stuff you into the oven and cook you instead.”
Chan couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the threat, which was endearing.
Hyunjin seemed unfazed, as he raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk, “I heard you mention my name to Chan, Minho.”
Chan’s face flushed a bright red as he quickly stepped in between them, wincing at the pain which made Minho instantly wrap his arms around the man's waist, holding him. “Can we like, not talk about this anymore.” He groaned, hands raised in a flustered attempt to stop the conversation from proceeding further.
Minho, completely unfazed, and calm, shrugged casually, “That was the point. I wanted you all to hear it.” He mumbled, as he reached up to adjust his messy hair before looking down at Chan, his eyes softening, “Let’s get something to eat before we proceed to round two, Channie.”
“Yah!” Hyunjin scolded, though there was an amused smile tugging at his lips at the sight of an extremely flustered Chan getting dragged along by Minho. “I swear, you two are impossible,” he muttered, but his tone was soft as he shook his head to himself.