TBRS
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Bang Chan is whipped and in love with his two boyfriends.
Kim Seungmin and Yang Jeongin are two little gremlins -
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It's the first thing Jisung tells his new roommate when they move into their dorm. He has insomnia, and he stays up late. Really late. Sometimes all night.
Minho simply blinks and nods, bending down to unwrap a bundle of clothes and move them into his dresser.
Jisung tries not to stare at his ass.
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Jisung has insomnia. His new roommate Minho might be the cure.
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“I miss you, too, Jisung-ah. Why don’t you tell me about your dream?” Minho then suggests, his voice low and soothing, but Jisung’s heart is starting to pound faster because of the tone. Minho sounds so sexy over the phone.
“Uhm… We were cuddling…” he begins, sitting up and adjusting his erection in his joggers. Minho cackles, his voice lilting up at the end.
“Cuddling? Yeah? What else?” he asks with an amused hum. Jisung’s cheeks grow red. His fiancé knows him too well.
“Just that… Nothing more,” he lies, rubbing his thighs together and hoping to relieve himself a bit.
OR: Minho is out of the country and interrupts Jisung's wet dream by calling him. They decide to have some long-distance fun together.
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Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head.
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The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot.
‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café.
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- Part 1 of maid it up
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“So you’re telling me,” Chan begins, taking his turn in littering his partner’s neck with open-mouthed kisses, “you got all dressed up, already so pretty, just to wait for me?” He sucks on the sensitive spot beneath Felix’s ear, earning a soft moan in response. “Waited for me like a good little kitty?”
Felix’s breathing comes a little more labored now as Chan stamps kisses along the column of his throat. The blonde nods, tightening his grip on him. “Yeah,” he sighs, “I was so good.”
“Yes you were, baby. Whose good kitty are you?”
“Yours.”
(or: felix loves the camera, but he loves his boyfriend more.)