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Junmyeon stands awkwardly in between two rows of fitting rooms, a clutching several Christmas sweaters in his hands. Baekhyun insisted on helping with choosing them this year, since it will be the first year the two of them will spend the Christmas together at Junmyeon’s parents. Junmyeon’s parents have a tradition. No sweater, no Christmas.
Baekhyun spent the past two Christmases mocking the choice Junmyeon made for himself. So since Baekhyun gets to have his own ridiculous sweater for the first time, he wanted what he called creative control over it.
Junmyeon likes Christmas sweaters. He likes Baekhyun teasing him for them almost as much. He strategically bought one with big protruding snow balls last year, so Baekhyun could touch while he grinned at Junmyeon and called him old. Junmyeon supposes it has something to do with how much Baekhyun’s eyes shine in those moments and how soft he becomes afterwards when he’s had his fill of laughs and cuddles closer, rubbing his cheek against the soft wool.
When they got to Junmyeon’s favorite department store though, the one that always has the widest selection, Baekhyun just waved him in the direction of the sweaters and disappeared, claiming he needs to pick something up for his sister. Junmyeon lost track of time picking his favorites, and he only realized how much of it has passed when his phone vibrated in his pocket with a message from Baekyhun.
Meet me in the men’s section fitting rooms, it read, and the clock on Junmyeon’s lock screen told him that he’s been choosing Christmas sweaters for the past forty minutes.
So here he is, with the narrowed selection of seven sweaters, wondering in which fitting room Baekhyun is and why he hasn’t just found Junmyeon in the sweater section.
“Here, Junmyeon,” Baekhyun says, and Junmyeon catches his head peeking out of the last fitting room on the left. “I want your opinion.”
“Oh, Junmyeon nods. “I do too, I suppose,” he says, and Baekhyun snorts when he notices all the sweaters.
“Just get in here,” he says. Before Junmyeon can protest and ask why Baekhyun can’t come out where there are better mirrors, he’s come close enough for Baekhyun’s hand to shoot out and pull him in through the barely open door.
“What …” Junmyeon starts saying, but then stops and just stands there, with seven Christmas sweaters in his hands.
“So, do you think the red is good or would black be the classier choice. I mean it probably would be, but it will be Christmas.”
Junmyeon breathes in. Then he breathes out. He opens his mouth and closes it, and Baekhyun just smirks and turns around, ass to Junmyeon. He looks back over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow.
“Well?”
Baekhyun is only wearing red panties, made from thin pretty lace, and Junmyeon didn’t even know this store had things like this on stock. Baekhyun waits, expectantly, and Junmyeon can’t wrap his mind around it, around the way the panties cut a bit into Baekhyun’s ass and how it looked from the front, Baekhyun’s cock tucked into the small triangle of lace, straining.
“You want to wear that for Christmas dinner,” he says, dumbly, still holding those stupid sweaters, and realizing his brain is a little dead. He also can’t get it out of his head now, the image of Baekhyun in jeans and a silly sweater, sitting at the dinner table with his parents, smiling a secret smile at Junmyeon, those red panties just a slip of fingers away. Junmyeon is probably not sane.
Baekhyun turns back around to face him, but throws his head back in laughter. His naked chest shakes with peels of it, and Junmyeon’s eyes drop down to his bulge again.
“Well, that’s not exactly what I was thinking, but if you want,” Baekhyun says, and Junmyeon’s breath hitches. To be quite honest he’s not sure how he’s been breathing since the door of the fitting room closed behind him.
“I take it the red is fine then,” Baekhyun only continues cheerfully then and moves to pull the panties off, seemingly decided. Junmyeon’s body finally listens to him and he moves.
The sweaters end up on the floor by their feet, and he surges forward, catching Baekhyun’s lips in a messy kiss. His hands are on Baekhyun’s ass in no time, sliding over the lace. Eventually he hooks his fingers underneath the sides of it and pushes on Baekhyun until his back hits the back wall. Junmyeon presses forward, so their hips are pressed together, and gets to work sucking on Baekhyun’s tongue. He feels a bit delirious, and Baekhyun fuels him on with little mewls and the way he just accepts Junmyeon’s teeth and tongue and kisses back eagerly.
Baekhyun’s moan, when Junmyeon finally really pulls it out of him is long and deep, and Junmyeon can now feel Baekhyun’s cock swelling against his hip. He moves his mouth to suck a bruise into Baekhyun’s jaw, and Baekhyun laughs, even if it is strained and breathless.
“Okay, I guess, the red is more than fine then,” he says, and squeezes Junmyeon’s ass through his dress pants.
Junmyeon groans and they both notice someone laughing outside the fitting room. It brings Junmyeon back to where they are, and he really does not want to get caught having sex in the department store fitting room, even if the prospect of just fucking Baekhyun into the wall right where they are is tempting. He doesn't want to be exiled from here. Where would he get his Christmas sweaters?
He pulls back, stealing another lingering kiss to Baekhyun’s swollen lips.
“Get the black ones too,” he only says, gruff, and steps back. Baekhyun just laughs, eyes sparkling again even if they’re still a bit hazy with desire. He’s beautiful like this.
“Merry Christmas, Junmyeon,” is all Baekhyun has to reply to that.
They buy all seven sweaters, and Baekhyun produces two price tags but only one panties, in red, to pay for. He winks at the confused shop assistant, who turns as red as the lace and Junmyeon’s ears as he stand there and watches Baekhyun’s fingers lace with his own.
Maybe he needs a new favorite department store anyway.