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“Can you hurry up?” Minho asked, his head repeatedly banging on the door, bored to his core “Changbin needs us to help outside. What the hell are you doing there?”
“Nobody asked you to come with me” Jisung avoided his question.
“Forgive me for feeling bad about ruining your costume” he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his red-cladded chest “I came to help you, but you won’t let me”
“Being out there complaining does not help me at all, you know”
“Okay, this is the last time I try to do something nice for you” Minho said, peeling himself off the door to go back to the gym “Fuck you, I’m leaving”
“Wait hyung, wait” his voice was rushed, like he was running around the bathroom.
“Oh? Now you want me to stay?” he chuckled, crocking his eyebrow even if he knew Jisung couldn’t see him “Make your mind already Han Jisung”
“Just…” Minho heard some weird noises and grunts from the younger that made him suspicious “Give me a minute, I’m almost done”
“What the hell are you doing there?”
“I had an idea to fix the costume and it took way longer than I thought” Jisung explained, his voice finally coming to the door “Ok, I’m ready. Get out of the door so I can get out.”
“I’m not on the door. Just come outside already, we’ve been here for too l-” he couldn’t finish talking because suddenly Jisung was in front of him with his new costume.
“How do I look? It turned out great, right?”
Right? Right? How could Jisung ask something like that to Minho he knew he was about to faint because of the sudden blood rush to his dick?
Minho accidentally stained his renaissance-inspired vampire costume with body paint when he was painting some kid’s face. It wasn’t on purpose and he felt bad, that’s why he ran behind Jisung when he rushed to the bathroom to try and save it. It turns out he had another, much better, idea.
He kept his white dress shoes and white pants on, but took off his shirt and replaced it with long strips of toilet paper wrapped around his chest and arms. Every part of his body was covered in those strips to make it seem he was mummified. Well, not every part, as some chunks of his chest, arms and toned abs were perfectly on display for Minho to look at.
Even though that was enough for Minho to go mad, it wasn’t the sight of Jisung’s toned muscles or the perfect “V” on his lower hips (not even the pretty nipple that was exposed between the paper stripes screaming to be licked and sucked) that took his breath apart.
What really made Minho go crazy wasn’t his body, but his face, more specifically his newly put on makeup. It was definitely not well executed, clearly showing that Jisung was better at using paint brushes that make-up ones, but oh boy was it effective against Minho’s sanity.
His round eyes were smudged with black eyeliner, making them look fierce and sexy in a way that Minho only saw in Jisung when he was up on the ring. He also added some fake blood in random spots on his face and neck, trying to look as wrecked as possible. Leaving it like that would’ve been perfectly fine, he already looked like a hot but dead mummy, but he also had to paint his lips in a pitch black color.
“You have some here” Minho tried to make it seem like he wasn’t affected by the picture of Jisung with black lipstick smeared all over his chin. Who was he trying to fool? He was completely unable to take his eyes away from him.
“This?” he pointed the black stains, blinking coyly at his hyung “I thought it made more sense for mummies to have their makeup messy and smudged. They’ve been dead for like a thousand years, you know”
“Well, you have a point there Jisungie” he admitted, purring the nickname while he approached him slowly “But there’s a problem”
“What problem?” Jisung asked, feigning innocence even when Minho took his waist between his hands and pulled him closer.
“That I can’t let you go outside like this” he probably sounded way more possessive that he expected, but Minho couldn't care less about that when their breaths were mingling together in a dizzying cocktail
“Umm… Aren’t we being a little possessive here?” he wasn’t complaining, Minho knew that. Jisung loved when he acted possessive over him, but he was also a brat and never wanted to make things easy for Minho.
“Well, you’re mine. Aren't you, Jisungie?” He grazed Jisung’s earlobe with his lips, making him shiver and grab his red shirt with tight fists. “That’s what I thought, pretty boy. I don’t mind people seeing you dressed like this” His mouth moved south, softly kissing and licking at the skin on his neck “But I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself and not bending you over in front of all those families out there if I have you roaming around looking like the slut you are”
There was a moment of tension then, both mouths panting into each other as neither of both boys wanted to be the first one giving in. Minho, knowing exactly which buttons to push, licked Jisung’s painted bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, wetting it like he put on some lipgloss. He briefly wondered how those black lips would look stretched around his cock, wet and slick with his precum.
But even with that picture burning behind Minho’s eyelids, it was Jisung who pulled him forward with a hand on his neck and kissed the fuck out of him.
Minho’s hands traveled directly to his perfect round butt, squeezing it hard over his pants making the younger gasp in his mouth. Jisung let him move his body as he pleased, only whining slightly when the older pulled apart just enough to be able to break the paper covering his body.
“M-Minho” the younger panted, pulling him closer to his body. His back was pushed to the wall, Jisung’s mouth leaving his lips and landing on his jaw.
“We definitely shouldn’t be doing this in a place full of children” Minho said, trying to keep his noises down while the ruined mummy painted his neck with black kisses and purple marks.
“Probably not” he agreed, stopping to bit hard on a particular spot on his neck that he knew would make Minho moan “But it isn’t the first time anyway”
“But it’ll be the last” Minho took a handful of black hair and pulled Jisung away from his body.
He was serious about that time being the last one. They were taking way too many risks fooling around in the gym they both worked and trained every day. It had to stop before they could get in trouble with their boss.
“It’s always the last” The younger said, proud smirk adorning his already wrecked face. Before Minho could say anything else, his lips were sealed by Jisung’s desperate ones once again.
He took Minho’s fake devil horns and threw them away in the locker room, annoyed at them for not letting him run his hands freely on his dark hair. “Let’s go inside” Jisung said, taking the demon's hips and backed them off until they were inside the bathroom.
That way they were much more protected from curious eyes and the possibility of being caught doing less than appropriated things in their work place. It’s a shame they didn’t think about that a bit earlier, they could’ve spared Changbin the sight of their tongues dancing around each other.
The pink bunny just sighed, shaking his head while going out the locker room, hoping that the 15 families pilled up in the gym would treat him well in that Halloween night.