7 Works by starpoked
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Changbin shouldn’t be surprised. Not anymore. Not with how long he’s known exactly how Chan wants to be taken care of. It should be normal. Expected. Routine.
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Taemin has decided the best course of action is to just ignore it.
(Of course it's never that easy.)
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- Part 1 of got me guilty
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"I don't need you to pay attention to everything." Jonghyun looks up at Minho and knows he must be breathing his hot breath across the other's face. He doesn't care. If anything, he leans in more, almost fully seating his chin on the bend of Minho's shoulder. "I need you to pay attention to enough to keep yourself alive."
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The worst part about it is that every time Minho looks at Taemin the first thing he will taste is his own blood. The first thing he smells is always hayfever and magnolias. Even when Taemin is placing a small palm against Minho's broad chest, all Minho can hear is wind rushing past his ears. The unforgiving heat of the sun on his back, the sharp acridness of time, not enough time, never enough time.
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“Honey, why don’t you get up and go get your collar, hm? I think you could use a little bit of a break.”
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Minho has a hard day. Kibum is there to help him take the edge off.
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It starts the way that most of the mistakes in Hyunjin’s life do: with a church door swinging open.
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He laughs.
He doesn’t mean to, he’s not that cruel, not with someone he hasn’t negotiated with, but it’s an instinct. Changbin’s … well, he’s small. Fully hard and three and a half, maybe four, inches long. The girth isn’t something so easily scoffed at but Minho processes that on a delay. He processes everything on a delay, it seems, because it take a moment to register what he just did. He just laughed at someone’s cock. Someone who was about to fuck him. Oh, God.
It takes a second for Minho to muster the courage to look up, to meet Changbin’s stare, and what he finds there is indecipherable. Changbin’s face is placid, still, composed. The only shift is one eyebrow raising. “Mind letting me in on the joke?”