Babyboynini
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"The best way to let your milk out is by being suckled. Because that’s what a pup would do. But since we’re not there yet,” the doctor paused and turned to Sehun. “think you can do it for your boyfriend, mister?”
The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt warm. Sehun swears he can feel the hairs on his nape rose.
Him? Him drinking very fertile Jongin’s milk? Sucking his tits?
Sehun’s throat went dry. He hopes he’s not releasing any weird scent.
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28 Aug 2024
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Chanyeol & Jongin had been best friends since kindergarten and both harbored feelings for each other but were too afraid to confess, thinking it was just a platonic one and not romantic.
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XODUS; is posh and glamourous. With dark secrets, the Gods waste no chance to step on one another. When it was The God of Spring and North Winds' turn to be under that step, he chose to run. Run to a place believed to have never existed. In the arms of someone who has always been a myth.
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"San-ssi?" A male voice calls, "May I come in?"
San checks that his robe is tied securely, and then answers, "Yes."
The door clicks open, and a man steps in, holding a box in one hand. His hair is blonde, but dark at the roots, indicating that it's been dyed. He turns to face San, and then San promptly forgets how to breathe.
Fuck.
He's beautiful.
"I'm Wooyoung," the gorgeous stranger says softly, "and I'll be your massage therapist for today."
"Hello, I'm San," he manages through his haze, holding out a hand for Wooyoung to shake.
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Or, Wooyoung crashes into San's life on an average Saturday with his devastatingly good looks and enigmatic personality, and San's usually pristine composure is- all of a sudden- nowhere to be seen.
It's the beginning of a wildly unprecedented disaster.
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The boy in this particular bush wasn't Wooyoung. And he was unlike any other boy in any other bush Hongjoong would have foreseen.
He had lips red as the rose, blossoming in his face to stand out and gather all of Hongjoong's attention. Their shape was full and pouty underneath his closed eyes, like an inviting gem to seize from a vacant surface.
His hair was black as ebony as it spilt over his shoulders and naked chest. The strands were damp, as if he had bathed not too long ago, and stuck to the forest floor under his side.
The skin of his body was white as snow. It enticed to touch, to leave marks on the spread of a blank canvas that was so pale it seemed luminous in the dark spread of the forest.
His hooves were caked with mud and direly needed a cut.
His hooves...
The boy in the bush had hooves.