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Changbin rouses from the thick grip of sleep slowly, his senses returning one by one. It’s sound that comes to him first, as a voice drips – muffled as if through honey – into his ears.
“Oops.” It’s soft, and Changbin tries to focus, tries to process what Chan could be doing awake at this hour. “I think I was supposed to wake the other one…” The more Changbin wakes, the clearer his thoughts become.
That’s not Chan’s voice.
Through sheer will, Changbin forces his eyes open, blinking into the darkness of their bedroom. There’s a figure in the middle of their bed, body between Changbin’s legs and Chan’s, facing Chan but with eyes cut toward Changbin as he stirs from sleep.
Changbin starts to feel like maybe he’s still asleep as he looks at his own face staring back at him.
“Oh,” it says, using Changbin’s mouth to speak in his voice. “Well, aren’t you cute?”
The first whispers of fear start to breeze through Changbin’s chest. “What are you?” he finds himself asking, stunned into stillness as his brain scrambles to process the impossible.
The mirror image of himself tilts his head, pursing his lips as it hums. “I suppose humans would call me a demon of some kind, but I prefer the term ‘master of pleasure,’” he says with a salacious grin.
The haze of sleep clings to the edges of Changbin’s mind as he clings to the idea that he’s still dreaming. “Why do you look like me?” he finds himself asking.
The demon pauses to think with a whiny, little hum that Changbin recognizes of himself. “Well, it’s my job to embody a human’s perfect desire. And this one…” He turns to Chan and delicately strokes his fingers across Chan’s forehead, brushing his hair back to tuck it behind his ear as he sleeps on soundly. “Well, I guess that means you're his ideal.”
Heat pools in the pit of Changbin’s stomach, swirling messily in his gut as he feels his cock kick in his sleep shorts at the idea that Chan is so insatiable for him that a demon would manifest in his image as a representation of his carnal desire. He says nothing, but somehow, he gets the feeling that the demon knows all about the arousal snaking through his veins.
“What do you want?” Changbin asks, voice losing some of the roughness of sleep.
“What do I want?” he says, turning to look at Changbin. “I want what you want. Although, I suppose I made a teensy mistake, and it really should be what he wants.” The demon glances back at Chan, hand reaching out for his bare shoulder.
“Don’t touch him,” Changbin cuts in, finally shifting to sit up. He gets his elbows underneath himself to push up enough to reach out and catch the demon’s wrist in his fingers, halting him before he can reach Chan’s skin. The demon turns on him then, shifting its body fully to lean over Changbin. Quick as a cat.
“Oh?” he says, taunting. “Why not? You don’t like watching?” It’s goading, bait. Changbin knows that and still finds it hard to not bite the line. He has to gnash his teeth together to keep quiet. “I know all your dirty fantasies, so we both know that’s not true…” The demon gets closer, whispered breath light and hissing, fanning over Changbin’s face. It’s perturbing, seeing his own visage looking back at him with a coy smile. “Do you need all the attention yourself, is that it?” He shifts even closer, and Changbin stands his ground even as his heart hammers in his throat when the demon’s mouth brushes against his skin the next time he speaks. “Oh… you’re into it. Huh. That’s interesting. I’ve never had someone who succumbed to desire for themself…”
The demon pulls his wrist from Changbin’s grasp, moving to cage Changbin back against the bed with a hand on either side of Changbin’s midsection. “Your little boy toy will have to wait, because I’m much more interested in this,” he says, practically purring.
Before he can close the distance, Changbin reaches up to press a hand to his shoulder — firm, solid, thick from all the years of effort he — no Changbin — had taken to build it. “What do I call you?” is the burning question in Changbin’s mind, even if it’s all not real and doesn’t matter.
“Well, what’s your name?” the demon asks.
“Changbin.” He answers easily, feeling drunk off adrenaline and pulled along by the mysterious tug of desire.
The response makes the demon’s face split into a grin. “You can call me Changbin then,” he teases, nearly singing. Changbin feels his own face twist into a pout. “No?” the demon taunts, real amusement finding its way into his features. “Maybe you could go with something more meaningful.” His hand is warm when it comes to cup Changbin’s cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. “Sir? Maybe master… daddy…?”
Without his permission, Changbin’s eyes cut to Chan’s sleeping form.
“Ah… I see,” the demon says, smiling as Changbin feels heat rush to his face. “Don’t worry, I already know just how easy he is.” The demon licks his lips and says, “Come up with something cute then… and be quick, because I’m hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Changbin shivers when the other hand of the demon skates up his side, fingers deftly slipping under his shirt to tickle his skin as they travel upward. “B-Bin…” he says, stuttering on his gasped breath as a reality check hits him full force in the chest. He’s doing this. He’s going to fuck himself.
The creature purrs, lips singing along Changbin’s cheek. “Mmm… Bin. I like it,” he says, and then he’s pressing a soft kiss to Changbin’s mouth.
It’s odd. Kissing himself, but more than that — kissing anyone other than Chan. Chan’s lips are plush and pretty and plump, and Changbin’s are so different, but they’re soft and wet and teasing as Bin pulls back, tongue sneaking out to take a taste of Changbin’s mouth before he can react. It’s nimble, the way he kisses, and it keeps Changbin on his toes.
Bin is clearly insatiable, impatient as he settles himself onto Changbin’s lap, eager fingers tugging at Changbin’s tee shirt to ruck it up to his chin and get his paws on Changbin’s chest. He gives a firm squeeze, his fingers pinching at Changbin’s nipples to make him bite his tongue before he moans too loud.
Bin hums, licking across Changbin’s mouth before he pulls back just enough to lift his own shirt, showing off his torso. Changbin has a hard time seeing in the dark of the room, but it doesn’t matter much when Bin nudges even closer, arching his back to press their chests together. On pure instinct, Changbin’s hands land on Bin’s hips, roaming delicately over the small of his back as he gasps into Changbin’s mouth when their pecs squish together and the peaks of his nipples catch against Changbin’s own.
“Ah, they’re so sensitive,” Bin says, like he’s marveling at the news.
Changbin doesn’t know what to say in response to hearing such unrestrained pleasure in the notes of his own voice, so he opts to stay silent, and instead buries his face in Bin’s throat, mouth hot and wet as he kissed his throat, which buzzes as Bin hums from the attention.
With his hands sliding up and over Changbin’s shoulders, Bin tilts his head to get the needed angle to nip at the tip of Changbin’s ear before saying, “You want me to fuck you.” It’s not a question, but the embarrassment burns hot enough in Changbin’s system that he shakes his head anyway. “You do… I can tell. Your little boyfriend loves it when you take control, when you throw him around and fuck him stupid, and you love that too… But you want to be folded in half. You’ll probably cry if I don’t give it to you.”
“Shut up,” Changbin bites out, face feeling flush and hot.
Bin doesn’t say more; he just laughs, tossing his head back for Changbin to have room to sink his teeth into his neck, tugging his skin until he’s sure the flesh will purple with the pressure.
Changbin feels dizzy, like he’s still dreaming, when Bin pulls back to pull both of their shirts off fully before grinding down into Changbin’s lap, forcing him to think about how hard he is with his doppelganger in his lap.
It’s a bit pathetic, really.
He can’t help it. The discomfort of guilt makes Changbin look over at Chan — still asleep, hair mussed and face puffy as he dozes on, blissfully unaware of the debauchery on the other side of their shared bed. He looks so peaceful, so pretty, so pliant…
“Oooh, that’s an interesting thought…” Bin says, laying his hands behind himself on Changbin’s thighs to bear his weight. “Does he let you use him in his sleep?” Changbin digs his fingers into Bin’s ass, his grip punishing as he glares up at him. “Aw, don’t look at me like that. I just think it would be fun. We could get him between us, all limp and loose…”
“Shut up, fucking freak,” Changbin grumbles. “Leave him alone.”
“Hey, you thought it,” Bin quips, working his hips in a sinful circle and moaning lightly when Changbin’s hard cock drags over his taint and the softness of his balls through both their shorts.
“Get out of my head,” Changbin bites, jaw clicking with irritation as he clenches his teeth.
“Stop thinking such nasty things so loudly then,” Bin sings back.
Changbin can’t help but wonder if he’s this infuriating, or if it’s just the personality of this weird, sex demon parading around in his body, using his voice to be utterly annoying.
“You call yourself a master of pleasure? Didn’t you say you were gonna fuck me?”
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want it?”
Bin’s eyes seem to glow in the darkness, and Changbin can see the way they’re pinched with amusement. It makes Changbin want to slap a palm over his face, to shove him down into the sheets and teach him a lesson he won’t forget. And yet, he can’t deny the thrill of it, being pinned under the hungry stare of something else and being taunted with words that make shame burn hotly in his gut.
Bin hums, lips curling with an ugly grin. “Would you beg if I made you?”
No.
“I think you would…”
He shuffles back just enough, and then lays his palm over Changbin’s dick where it’s tenting the loose fabric of his shorts. The drag is uncomfortable and slow as Bin curls his fingers around the length of his shaft, thumbing over the tip until a drop of wetness soaks into the fabric.
“Go on, then,” Bin says, even as he’s shimmying backward, lowering himself to his elbows between Changbin’s limp, spread legs. “Beg.”
On sheer principle, Changbin presses his lips together between his teeth as Bin opens his mouth to drag his tongue over his shorts, letting drool soak through them right at his tip. It’s not the most comfortable feeling, but it’s stupidly hot — watching himself mouth at the head of his cock, shifting against loose fabric. It takes herculean effort for Changbin to keep quiet as Bin cups his balls with one hand, squeezing just right. Changbin’s thighs fall open even wider, hips shifting into the touch.
But then Bin is pulling back, licking his lips and raising his eyebrow behind the dark curtain of his bangs. The touch of his hand turns into a ghost, and Changbin thunks his head back against the headboard. “C’mon, man,” he grumbles.
Bin’s laugh is short and loud — Changbin glances at Chan to find him ever unmoving — and he says, “That was pathetic.”
With arousal thrumming through his arteries, there’s little room for patience as Changbin takes a fistful of Bin’s hair to pull his face back up against his crotch. “Stop fucking around,” Changbin says, trying to sound surly and serious, but wondering if he may come out more desperate than intended.
Bin doesn’t seem to mind being dragged around, grinning as his nose is pressed to Changbin’s hot shaft. “If you say please, I’ll take these off and touch you for real…” he taunts, lifting the waistband of Changbin’s shorts to let it snap back against his skin with the quietest thwump.
Eyes pinched shut, Changbin bites out the world’s most venomous, “Please.”
“Hmm… we can work on it, I suppose,” Bin says, and then he’s using both hands to tug Changbin’s shorts down. Changbin lifts his hips, easing the way as they’re pulled off entirely.
His mouth is searing hot and dripping wet as it drags from the base of Changbin’s cock to the tip where he swallows him down.
Changbin wants to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes shut and moan to the ceiling, but he can’t bring himself to look away. That’s what he — Changbin — looks like with a cock in his mouth. That’s what he sounds like humming as his gag reflex is triggered with his nose buried in a crop of pubes.
“Fuck,” Changbin mumbles, both hands sliding through Bin’s hair to tug him further onto his cock, lifting his hips to press all the way into his sensitive throat.
A mess of fluid — thick and viscous from the back of Bin’s throat — spills over his cock as Bin pulls back. He wraps his hand around him right away, dragging his fist up Changbin’s wet shaft right away. “Your cock is nice. Just the right fit for your own mouth, huh?” Changbin grunts, not willing to dignify the question with a response. “Does your little boyfriend take it that well, I wonder?”
Better, Changbin thinks but doesn’t say, but it doesn’t make a difference when Bin grins in that filthy way of his, gazing sidelong at Chan. “Maybe I really should have woken him… I could have my cock buried in something warm and wet right now.”
“You could already if you didn’t fuck around so much,” Changbin bites, the words flooding out before he manages to stop himself.
Bin hums, tilting his head to lay his cheek against Changbin’s thigh. “But you haven’t begged for me yet…” The way he jerks Changbin’s cock is so smooth and slow that it could drive a man mad.
Pride is a nasty feeling when it’s swallowed dry. But Changbin is never going to have an experience like this again in his life. “Fuck, fine. Please?”
…
“Please.” Lighter, airy with the desperation of needing more than he’s being given.
“That’s a bit better…” Without any warning, Bin lifts one of Changbin’s thighs, pressing it up and away to duck his head to press his mouth up against Changbin’s hole. His tongue is sinfully soft as it works its way inside.
Bin retreats just as soon as he’d come, and fingers that are wet in a way Changbin decides not to question are pressing into his taut rim. The sound that comes from his chest is startled and mangled as two fingers curl into him just right.
“Yeah… it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Your boyfriend is so needy… I promise he wants to give it to you exactly how you need it, though,” Bin says, sliding his fingers all the way in. The bed shakes with the force of how he fingers him — brutal from the jump — and Changbin covers his face with his arm as he tries not to moan too loudly.
Bin growls as he gets to his knees, shuffling closer to Changbin, forcing his legs wider, a knee to his chest as he fucks him on his fingers, his thumb pressed hard into his taint. “You take it so well,” he comments, almost absently.
Dazed, Changbin can’t help but wonder if this is how Chan feels when he fucks him — overwhelmed, stretched thin, skin hot, hole greedy for more, more, more. “Fuck me, please, please,” Changbin gasps, peeking out from behind his arm not to look at Bin, but to see Chan beside him — breathing so deep and even — as gorgeous as ever, the light of Changbin’s life, and completely oblivious to his boyfriend being a whore beside him. Shame twists knots into the corners of Changbin’s mind, but somehow it just electrifies the need inside of him and he finds himself reaching for the back of his thigh, pulling it to his chest to put himself on display even more.
“There you go, pretty,” Bin purrs, pressing a third finger inside and spreading them wide, bending at the waist to get close enough to spit into the held-open gape of his hole. It’s not necessary with whatever liquid is melting off Bin’s fingers, but he does it anyway, and Changbin feels humiliation wash over him at how much he likes it.
Changbin hardly has time to blink before he finds his knees closer to his ears than ever before, with a hard, heavy cock dragging through the wetness and over his hole before pressing right inside. It feels like it fills him forever, but he knows it’s not that big. Bin rocks his hips up against him, making Changbin choke on his next breath as his prostate is punched by the tip of his cock.
Maybe Chan isn’t lying when he babbles about how perfectly his cock fills him up.
Bin leans into his face, snapping his hips with Changbin’s legs on his shoulders, folding him in half just like he promised. “You look good from this angle,” Bin says, grinning as he fucks Changbin hard enough to jostle him up the bed with every thrust.
Changbin has never been fucked quite like this — hard and fast and instantaneously, with complete disregard for anything other than the pistoning of cock in and out of his hole. He can feel his face twist up as he tries to stay as quiet as possible, wanting — needing — to make sure he doesn’t wake Chan.
“You don’t want him to wake up? How come?” Bin goads. “He’d love to see you like this… he’d love for me to cuck him, to show him exactly how to fuck you how you want it. And you’d love the humiliation of having him watch while I fuck your orgasm out of you.”
Bin sits up just enough to place his hands on Changbin’s chest, squeezing at his pecs hard, like he’s using the grip to pull him down onto his cock. “Ow, fuck,” Changbin can’t help it as the pained sound comes out of his mouth — but it feels good too, like Bin wants to dig into his flesh and feel him from the inside. Changbin reaches one hand up, bracing his forearm against the headboard to keep from be fucked up the mattress, and other hand twists into the duvet, crumpled at his side.
“Go ahead, want you to come for me,” Bin says, like he just knows how desperately Changbin’s body is being wound up. And he doesn’t sound out of breath at all, hasn’t built up a sweat, not a single hair out of place. It makes Changbin want to ruin him, to throw him down, bend him over an unforgiving surface and fuck him stupid until he’s crying from it all. Bin laughs, then, and Changbin curses him in his head. “Maybe next time, baby,” he coos. “I want you limping in the morning. I know you need this bad.”
With the strain singing in the draw of his hamstrings, Changbin is sure he will be limping come morning. He pulls his hand out of the sheets to wrap it tightly around his dripping cock. He jerks himself so harsh and fast, in a way he normally doesn’t indulge in. The sticky wet sound of it coupling with the slap of skin on skin as Bin throttles him is a compilation of raunchy that Changbin can’t help but love.
Coming feels like falling into an icy cold bath filled with pinpricks of horrible pleasure, and Changbin is tugged under the wave of it kicking and screaming, his whole body tensing before it releases, cock twitching as cum sprays between his fingers, making a mess of his stomach and chest.
“Gorgeous,” Bin says, not stopping the near-violent movement of his hips, even as he tugs Changbin onto his side. “I’m not done with you,” he says when Changbin’s eyes roll from the intensity of his drawn-out orgasm.
Pain ricochets up his spine as his over-sensitive prostate is hammered and his limp limbs are moved carefully without his agreement. Bin only pulls out for a moment to rearrange him, and once Changbin feels the heat beneath him, he forces his eyes open and wills strength into his arms so he can hold himself up and not collapse into a heap on top of Chan.
“Wait—”
“Oh, come on. He’s asleep,” Bin chides, smoothing his hands over Changbin’s back as he slides back inside his fucked out hole. “Just look at him… think about all the things you want to do with him…”
It’s hard to think past the twisted pleasure as Bin starts to fuck him again — slow this time, precise. But it becomes easy when Changbin looks down at Chan, so handsome it makes his heart ache. This experience is already wild; it can’t hurt to indulge in harmless fantasy… right?
Wrong. Bin hums behind him, a laugh catching in his throat. “Oh, you have some nasty, dirty thoughts in that head of yours, huh? How come you don’t want to share them with your pretty, little boyfriend?” he taunts. Changbin pinches his eyes shut, trying to think about anything else, even if the burning pit of humiliation makes his cock fight to stiffen up despite his recent orgasm.
“Should I tell him?” Bin presses on, now leaning over Changbin’s back to speak into his ear. “Should I wake him up and tell him about how you want to fuck him so full his hole gapes, turns inside out with the desperation to be filled again? Should I tell him how you want to wrap your arm around his neck until he can’t breathe, until he’s bouncing — moaning and useless and stupid — in your lap, choking on his spit as he tries to stay conscious because he doesn’t want to miss a second of the fucking you’re giving him?”
Changbin moans at the image. Chan is so sweet, so kind and so thoughtful, that it’s easy to coddle him, to fuck him slow and gentle, but Changbin knows he can take more. He knows Chan likes it a bit rougher, loves stealing moments when there’s really no time, rushing through getting off because they can’t keep their hands off each other long enough. But this is different. Changbin doesn’t want to hurt him for real. But maybe Chan would like that…
“He would. You should do it. Surprise him with it. Slap him right across his cheek. Pinch his little nipples until he cries. He would thank you after, I bet.” Only now does Bin start to sound affected, breath hot and heavy against the side of Changbin’s face as he works his cock in and out. “And then I could tell him about how you want to be stepped on, have your cock tortured under his foot. Maybe he’d be mortified when I tell him you want him to piss on you.”
“Shut up!” Changbin says, louder than intended. It's one thing to have his own fantasies thrown at him — things he wants to do to Chan — but to have it flipped back feels more vulnerable. It's too raw to think about how he wants Chan to take from him — to just take and take and take — and use him however he pleases. Piss, spit, cum, the tread of his boot, the sting of his palm, none of it would be too far. Whatever he wants. Anything for Chan, who is always so, so giving. What could Changbin do to push him far enough that he snaps and takes for once?
Bin seems so pleased by the way he's derailed Changbin's thoughts — sent them plummeting into the depths of debauchery as he fucks him from behind.
"Can I— Can I touch him?" Changbin asks, stumbling over his words as he feels like his face is numb. "And he'll stay asleep?"
"Go ahead, baby," Bin says, smug as ever. "I'll make sure he doesn't wake up, you little sicko."
Without hesitating, Changbin leans down, dropping to his elbows so his torso pressing along the length of Chan's side. But more importantly than that, he can reach his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek before reaching his mouth. It's damp and hot with sleep, but Changbin doesn't mind as he kisses at one of Chan's plump lips and then the other, drawing the lower one between his teeth to suck on it for a long moment. Changbin leans back with a slick pop and then dives right back in, moving his hand upward to reach Chan's chin, tugging his jaw down just enough for Changbin to lick into his mouth.
Changbin only realizes how hard he is when he finds himself absently rutting against Chan’s hip through the sheet that still covers Chan. It certainly doesn’t escape Bin’s notice as he hums, tonguing at the hollow of his ear. “You should come on him,” he says, the devil on Changbin’s shoulder. “When he wakes up, he’ll know how bad you wanted him. He’ll love it; I promise.” His voice is syrupy sweet, and Changbin knows he’d drown in it — sticky and painful — if he let himself.
Changbin groans, pinching his eyes shut as he tries to ignore the temptation from Bin behind him. He wants nothing more than to pull the sheet back, to bite and lick at Chan's skin while he humps him hard enough to rock the bed and come all over his tummy, soft with the way he breathes in his sleep.
Changbin tries to ignore that feeling, but Bin makes it hard as he doubles down. "He wants you just as badly, you know. That's why I look like this, like you. Because of anything in the world he could possibly want, he only wants you. And I must say... he has great taste. Look at these pretty tits." Hands work their way between Chan and Changbin's bodies to squeeze at his pecs. "And your hole is so nice and tight.” Bin’s hips slap against his ass on a hard thrust. “Your cum is sweet... you're perfect, aren't you?"
Changbin feels like he's been drugged, like the air in the room is making him crazy with the idea that anyone could be this attracted to him, could want him so badly that he’s been bent over and made to take it, to be faced with all the things that he could like about himself.
“None of that is what he likes best though,” Bin continues on. “He loves your smile, your laugh, every inch of your body… The way you build yourself so lovingly—” A kiss to Changbin’s shoulder “—the way you fuel your body—” Hands dragging down from his chest to his abdomen, squeezing along the way “—loves that you can wrap around him, make him feel small and safe…” Bin wraps around him then, and Changbin feels the totality of his presence, even as he pants into Chan’s open mouth.
For the first time, Changbin thinks that he wants Chan to wake up.
“Bin… Bin!” Changbin can’t help but cry out, overwhelmed by pleasure and emotion.
“Yeah… I know. I want you to say it, though. Say the full thing.” He bites at Changbin’s ear, the points of his teeth bringing a brief moment of clarity. “I want you to scream for yourself.”
Fumbling, Changbin tugs the sheet down just enough to rut his cock against Chan’s bare skin, right above the band of his underwear. And he pushes past any embarrassment as he hurtles himself toward another climax.
“Changbin!”
“Yeah…” Bin groans right as he says it, and they tip over the edge together, with Changbin’s hole spasming around the cock that suddenly floods his insides. “You’re so good.”
Bin sits up, grinding every drop of his orgasm into Changbin’s well-used hole, and Changbin pushes himself back up to his palms to catch his breath.
Chan dozes on, still beautifully clueless to the cum that Changbin watches drip over his skin toward the sheet below.
Bin helps him move away from Chan before he pulls out and more cum than Changbin can comprehend spills out of him. Bin is quick to put his mouth on him, licking up everything he can to spare the sheets of the mess, but Changbin hisses in sensitivity when he shoves his tongue inside.
“Enough, enough,” he whines, and Bin laughs, kisses his puffy rim, and pulls back.
Changbin rolls onto his back and feels more tired than he ever has in his life. Bin stands up off the bed and stretches, and Changbin can tell just by his shadowy movements that he’s energized and rejuvenated.
“You’re crazy,” Changbin grumbles.
Bin just laughs Changbin’s laugh and shrugs in the darkness. “I’m a sex demon. It’s what I do.”
“Okay, sex demon,” Changbin says, not sure how much he believes any of this is real, even now. “I need to sleep for a decade now, so get out or shut up.”
“Hmm… okay. But before I go, let me give you a kiss and some advice,” he says, leaning over the side of the bed to get right in Changbin’s face. “You should share some of your twisted perversions with your boyfriend. I have it on good authority that he’d be more than happy to indulge.”
Before Changbin can argue, Bin kisses him, long and slow, with a slick, evil tongue tickling every corner of Changbin’s mouth. Makes him wonder if he kisses quite like that, or if it’s a sex demon thing.
Bin squeezes his cheeks with his thumb and pointer finger and then stands up straight again. “Maybe next time, I’ll come back and look like your pretty boy toy,” he says, staring longingly at Chan. “We can wake him up next time, too.”
Changbin doesn’t argue, because that honestly sounds like a dream come true.
In the morning, Changbin wakes when Chan shifts beside him, grumbling as he tucks himself into Changbin’s side and holds him tight around his middle. Changbin wraps his arm around Chan’s shoulders on instinct, tucking his face to kiss the top of his head.
“Morning…” Chan says, tilting his face up for a proper kiss. “Have any good dreams?” he asks, face puffy with sleep but still smiling as he blinks his eyes against the morning light.
Memories of the night flood through Changbin’s brain as he hums. “You could say that…”
Chan grins, cheeky as ever. “Was I in them?” he goads, wriggling up higher to make it easier to steal a kiss from Changbin’s mouth.
“Front and center.”
With his face lit up like a Christmas tree, Chan crawls fully on top of Changbin to kiss him silly. And that’s more than enough for Changbin.