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“I asked a question, Chan.”
Wide eyes blink hard, bringing himself down from the clouds just enough to answer his boyfriend, “Mm, yeah, sorry—yeah... yeah focused.” It’s a muttered mess of words, lacking any real confidence. Submission laced within every letter, it earns a pleased hum from the other, along with soft tapping against Chan’s cheek. “Too focused to pay me any mind?” It’s a jest, Chan knows, its taunting bait, and Chan takes it anyway. Forming a protesting pout against those lips, shaking his side to side. “Never--!”
Shaky inhale, dewy eyes sparkling. “Never too busy or focused for you, Min.”
Devoted, speechless and willing. Just how Minho likes him most, and it takes so much restraint right here to not dive into what he wants most. Takes so much patience to not lay his leader down upon the studio table and unravel him so slowly, drag his tongue across skin to taste the salt there, shove fingers past sinful lips just to play with the tongue that tortures Minho’s dreams. Longing.
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OR: Chan figures out just how much he needs Minho's attention.