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"Minnie..."
Seungmin heard the whisper, soft and right by his ear, like he was in one of those blow-up water balls from the skzcodes. It was so close and yet so muffled. Everything hurt.
"Seungminnie, baby, are you with me yet?" And his body was pulsing the way it would when it gets too quiet and you feel your heartbeat through your stomach. Unnerving. Seungmin felt light colored hair brush his forehead. Hands tread light pressure over the sides of his arms, gentle, so careful, firm and dry. He felt his mouth start to turn sour, unsticking his tongue from where it was glued to his soft palate.
"There you go, Minnie, baby. Did so well" not a kiss, but a press of cheekbone to cheek, "not a slut, my precious boyfriend, exactly what I wanted. You've got this, come back down."
Slowly, seungmin turned his head, shut eyes unsticking from their lids. His tears were sticky and clumped his lashes together like a soft blanket. Above him a blurry ceiling, and now that he was aware, could stick himself back in his body where he was loved and floaty, he allowed himself to shut them again.
When seungmins eyes were closed, he was safe. Minhos arms wrapped softly around him until he had one limb across his chest, and one on his back. He focused on their warmth, and not on the sweaty film on his skin. He waited for Minho, his sweet, perfect Minho, to pull him out.
"Did I do okay, baby?" Seungmin hummed his yes and stayed supine. One little question. Minho kept his distance and waited, again, for a few more minutes till he could breathe without shaking.
"You felt good, hm?" Another hum. Minho pressed his chest close along Minnies side. He kept talking. "You're my boy. I would never, ever, think of you like that. You did so well, exactly how I wanted you, made me feel so good. Thank you," and on he went, chatting softly waiting for seungmins eyes to unfuzz. When the fog lifted a little more, Minho quieted, "ah. Are you awake?"
More than a syllable this time, and seungmin felt so soft, and warm. He had his space, and minhos soothing voice relaxed into him like a salve. He could maybe lift his arms now, and he tried, wrapping weak fingers around minhos wrist.
"Mmh. Was real'y good, min. did perfec'. wan'ed i'."
Minho wrapped himself a little closer, hip to chest, and tugged the blankets a little higher over them. That was warmer, losing the feeling of uncomfortably cool drying skin. Wrapped in love, and trust, that deep well they could pull from to twist their bodies into any form. What they'd build, seungmin and Minho. Comfort, and happiness, and bone satisfaction.
Seungmin thought he heard a little thank you dug into his neck before he started drifting, and allowed himself a little squeeze around minhos wrist, reminding him he was there, loved, present. The ache in Minhos pelvis, and a matching one in seungmins own. "Wake me up when you do, seung-ah. We'll shower together. I'll draw your bath" interlaced fingers, on top of that. Minho sighing a breath into seungmins collar. Seungmin willing the bruises away, soft and comfortable. The bed was their little haven. They drifted, to wake later, perfect and comfortable and real.