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Being away from his boyfriend was never easy, especially when he was with a hybrid as mischievous as Minho. Chan’s job, while it gave him a good paycheck so he could spoil the younger, sent him on semi-frequent business trips. Minho never liked them, always begging Chan to skip them and stay home instead, but that would never fly with his company.
This trip was by far the longest he had been sent on, an entire week and a few hours plane trip away to Japan. Minho was less than thrilled about that, making sure to cling to his owner in the few days before he left. Now, Chan wasn’t a fan of being away from Minho, not at all, but the sex he got before and after his trips always made up for it. The cat hybrid always ensured that both their needs were met, in both their sexual and romantic lives.
Chan sighed, dropping his bag to the ground of the hotel room he was staying in, launching himself on the bed. The room was pretty standard. It had a queen sized bed and came with a minifridge which was a plus— Minho made sure to pack all his favorite snacks. He was cute, Chan thought. Even when grumpy, he looked out for the older. He really appreciated the thought Minho always gave, trying to return that same love when he could. He pulled out his phone, wanting to text the other he had arrived at the hotel and would be passing out any second now.
As the screen lit up, Chan could already see a notification from Minho. He opened it, smiling when he found a cute selfie attached to an even sweeter message.
Min
I hope you get there safe! I miss you already :((
Text me when you can <3
I love you
Chan typed out a response, kicking his shoes off onto the floor.
Chan
You look so cute baby omg
Just got here, about to pass out lol
I love you too
He sat up, quickly changing out of his jeans and into something more comfortable before turning off the lights and returning to bed. It wasn’t even that late yet but travel always took it out of him. Plus, he had to be up bright and early for a meeting.
Once under the covers, he reached for his phone again, squinting at the bright screen until he could turn it dimmer— an excruciating few seconds.
Min
Channie! Glad you’re safe :D
Sleep well baby~
Chan
You too <3
Setting an alarm for 6 am, he placed his phone on the nightstand with a yawn. Minho was being extra sweet today; Chan had expected him to be at least a little grumpy. He chalked it up to the younger just missing him more than normal before getting comfy and closing his eyes, heading off to sleep.
---
Chan woke up bright and early the next day, not entirely ready for a meeting so early but he got up anyway, trudging through the room to pull on his suit.
He got ready quickly, wanting to make it to the 6:30 breakfast the company was having each day. It sucked that everything was so early this week but at least he was being fed well.
Sending a short ‘good morning’ text to Minho, he left the room, making his way down to the first floor where his coworkers were already gathered by the buffet. There was a half an hour before the first meeting of the day started and Chan made quick work of filling his plate and eating. Lunch wasn’t for another six hours and he wasn’t about to have his stomach growl during an important conference.
The main meeting room for the week was on one of the top floors, so Chan made his way up a little early so he wouldn’t be late if he got lost along the way. He actually found the room easily, entering with another man who had the same idea as him. His boss stood at the end of the table, sorting through papers and Chan bowed his head politely in greeting before finding a seat.
It was five minutes to seven when Chan’s phone buzzed. He should really turn that on silent before he got in trouble with management. Reaching in his pocket to turn it off, he glanced down at the notification. He smiled softly when he saw it was from Minho and decided, ‘what was the harm in checking?’
He found out very fast that there was a lot of harm in checking when he opened the chat to see a teasing message and image attached.
Min
Think of me at work?
Chan groaned under his breath, thankful no one was sitting next to him yet as he viewed the picture.
It was taken in front of their full length mirror— Minho on his knees, facing away so his ass was on full display. He wore only a soft, blue sweater and matching thigh high socks that hugged his thighs beautifully and left just enough to the imagination. His tail curled out to the side cutely and Chan couldn’t help but choke on his own spit, wishing to god he was there instead of this stupid meeting.
Chan
You’ll be the death of me
God, you’re so pretty
Be good
Jesus, this was going to be a long day.
---
The next day brought on the same thing, more meetings, rushed meals and texts from Minho. There was an absence of lewds thankfully, as Chan didn't really need to get turned on in front of his boss or twenty coworkers.
It was nearing the end of the day when Chan's phone went off. Not thinking, he checked to see who it was from and found Minho's name at the top of the screen. Not only that, but it looked like he had skipped all pretense and just went for sending pictures immediately.
Fuck.
He felt a weird mix of emotions as he checked his messages on the way to his next conference. On the one hand, he would never turn down any form of attention from Minho, especially sexual, but on the other hand, he couldn't deal with having a boner in public.
Just one look. One quick look would be fine. It wasn't enough to pop a boner prematurely and he would focus on his work until he could go back to the hotel room.
Right?
Wrong. Oh, so very wrong.
Minho looked incredible and Chan made a b-line for the restrooms. Once inside, he locked himself in a stall. Only then did he fully take in what his hybrid had sent him.
The younger was sprawled out on their shared bed, looking so incredibly fucked out that Chan had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. It didn't calm him down as much as he'd have liked but Minho was in lingerie and Chan's mind couldn't seem to handle that.
It was the set he had bought Minho a few months back as a surprise. For who? Chan wasn't sure anymore as it wasn't really working in his favor at the moment. It was a fairly simple, silk design and more of a sleep set than anything but god did Minho make it look like the most sinful piece of clothing ever. The cropped white top fell off his left shoulder slightly, showing off his collarbone. Chan's eyes trailed lower to the shorts. For one, they were pushed low past his hips and the tip of his cock peeked out.
What made Chan so flustered though, was the obvious mess on his stomach, cum painting his skin in white.
He gulped as another message came through.
Min
I miss you
Chan
I can see that...
You having fun playing without me?
Min
Wouldn’t have to play alone if you didn’t leave :(
Chan
I’m sorry, baby :/
I’ll be home soon, I promise
Min
Hurry
Chan sighed, softly banging his head on the stall door. He really needed this week to be over already and it was only day two.
---
Chan woke up late with pillow creases on his face and missed text messages on his phone. He only had around twenty minutes before his first meeting and he rushed out of bed to get ready. Thankfully he didn't need a shower that day so it only took him around fifteen minutes to brush his teeth, fix his hair and pull his clothes on.
It was only when he was halfway out the door, bagel he'd saved from yesterday in hand and mid bite, did he remember the messages. He opened them as he walked down the hallway and almost choked on his food. It was Minho. Of course it was Minho. The little devil had sent a video this time and Chan hesitated to open it.
Min
From yesterday ;)
The hallway was empty, he’d checked. Sighing, he clicked on the video, volume low.
It certainly was from yesterday. Only yesterday, Chan just got a picture of the end result. Today? Today he got to see the full story. Minho lay on their bed, bottom lip between his teeth and hand shoved down his cute little sleep shorts. If Chan held the phone speaker up to his ear, he could clearly hear Minho's precious moans and mewls. He clicked out of the video. As much as he'd love to run back into his hotel room and get off, he couldn't miss work and he definitely couldn't be stuck with a boner throughout the morning.
Chan couldn't even be that surprised. He knew Minho was having a great time riling him up and he could clearly see the pattern now. It may be early in the day but Minho would never pass up an opportunity to make the elder a flustered mess.
Chan
Baby :/ you can't do this to me before work
But god you're so hot
I can talk later ok? Love you <3
He pocketed his phone, adamant on finishing his food before his meeting and having a productive day. It would be fine, this wasn't the worst stunt Minho had pulled... yet.
Hey, at least he wouldn't get any more seductive texts throughout the day.
---
He had been right the previous day about not receiving any more inappropriate messages that day, only cute ones from the younger about how much he was missed as well as asking how his day was. The following day, he woke up expecting it. But the day went by normal as any and Chan caught himself feeling a little disappointed. That was, until he reached his hotel room that night.
The conversation so far had been tame, just their good morning texts and a few other casual messages. But when he checked his phone after flopping onto the bed, his shoes kicked off and jacket thrown to the foot, he found an audio message. That was never a good sign. Chan knew immediately the tone of their conversation had changed.
He loosened his tie before turning up his volume a bit and pressing play. The next few seconds of his life had him choking on air. He wasn't as prepared as he thought, and the moans flowing out of his phone made him flush brightly before he paused the audio to breathe.
Min
When can we play? It's been so lonely here without you :(
Chan
Soon, I'll be home in a few days. I promise you'll have my full attention then <3
Can you wait for me?
Min
I can try... I just want you so bad
I also miss cuddles :((
This is a crime
Chan chuckled. Leave it to Minho to be so adorable amidst such a conversation. It was getting hard being away for so long, though. Not only because he missed the younger's company, but because the onslaught of horny texts every day was making him want to fly back home early. Minho would really be in for it when he got back, that was for sure.
Chan
You can do it. I know you can be a good boy for me
Min
I'm being bad right now though...
Chan breathed in sharply through his nose.
Min
Did you listen?
Chan opened the audio again, pressing play but this time he was ready. When the sweet sounds hit his ears again, his other hand traveled down to quickly unbutton his slacks. He wasn't looking to draw this out, so pulling his cock out just enough to wrap a hand around it would do. After being pent up all week, he desperately needed release.
The Minho in the audio was distraught, crying out for Chan between slick sounds and muffled moans. Chan could picture him on their bed, ass up, fucking himself with a vibrator. His ears probably twitched cutely on every thrust and it could be wishful thinking, but Chan could imagine the little puddle of drool forming on the bed as Minho fucked himself out completely. He wished it was him doing those things to the hybrid.
Chan moved his hand faster.
He was already close, biting his lip to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape him. Getting a noise complaint was not one of his top priorities. This Minho was close too, the mewls he let out were a dead giveaway. Chan nearly blacked out as the younger called out for him in need. He quickly switched over to the camera as the audio ended, angling his phone correctly before hitting record.
He never thought he'd be sending a jerking-off video to Minho while away on a business trip. For some reason, the idea that Minho would get under his skin so easily, make him break so fast, never crossed his mind. His low moans would get picked up by the mic, but the main show was the visual. Chan just knew the sight of him cumming on his hand still in his work clothes and pared with his moans, would drive Minho mad. So that was exactly what he did. All it took was a few more swipes over the head to have his orgasm crashing down around him. He stopped stroking himself once overstimulation kicked in, letting out a shaky breath after and ending the recording.
Once the video was sent, a little wink emoji accompanying it, Chan dropped the phone and sank into the bed. He felt like jelly, too tired to do anything but lay there and think. It had been a while since he came that fast. But that's just what Minho did to him. If anything though, this made his hunger and need for the younger grow. The night he got home was going to be something neither of them would be able to forget.
Just a few more days...
---
The day after was boring and uneventful. Even Chan's boss was having trouble filling up the time since his team's assignments were focused on more earlier in the week. Eventually they were just told to take an early lunch break while his boss went over more specifics with the two other departments.
Chan wasted no time in making his way down to the first floor dining area, ready to relax a bit with some sustenance before he got back to work. He didn't know what more they could possibly do, though he was curious to see.
Sitting down with a plate of sushi, Chan checked his phone. It was a dangerous move, seeing how the rest of the week had gone, but the opportunity to talk to Minho outweighed any stunt he could pull. Minho hadn't texted yet and Chan smiled at the thought of the younger still curled up in bed, small frame swallowed by the emptiness without Chan present.
Chan
Hi baby, you awake?
After a few moments of silence, he decided digging into his food would be a better way to wait for a response than just sitting there. It was only around ten in the morning, so it could be a bit before he got an answer. He scrolled through his phone to pass the time.
Somehow, he ended up on Minho's Instagram, heart clenching as he looked through cute selfies and photos of the two of them together. A post from last night caught his attention and he tapped it open. Minho's lips formed into a pout, his brown hair falling in soft waves over his forehead. Chan wanted to kiss him so bad. He must have missed the post when he headed off to bed too early last night, a mistake he would make only once. The caption read " missing you" and Chan knew it was for him. The pang of sadness he felt in that moment was unmatched and he pushed his food away to clasp the phone tighter. The week had some unexpected twists and turns but it had dragged on. Even with daily communication and sexual distractions, Chan couldn't help the ache in his chest. God, he missed Minho so fucking much.
The image of him curled up in bed floated through his mind again, but this time, it wasn't met with a smile. Chan could only think of the lonely nights and even lonelier mornings when Minho woke up to an empty bed once again.
That was all it took for him to stand, pack his belongings away and throw out his trash, searching his phone quickly for the earliest flight back to Seoul. He walked back to his room briskly and by the time he stopped at the door to open it, he'd already sent his boss an email about his early departure. He left the reasoning vague, a personal family issue. No one would question that. Chan didn't feel bad though, they'd barely miss him.
He packed up in record time after switching his flight. The airport was close by but he'd need to leave immediately in order to make it on time. Everything was going according to plan; his boss wished him well, Minho texted him back, he checked out and got a car to the airport.
He was halfway there when he realized. Minho texted him back. And in his haste, he forgot to respond.
Min
I am now :)
Chan
Good morning kitten <3
How'd you sleep?
Min
Ok... it'd be better with you here
Chan cooed internally but decided to lie. What a surprise this would be.
Chan
I'll be home Sunday afternoon
So close now
Min
Yeah..
Anyways, what are you doing texting me during work?
Chan
Oh, we're going on a team building exercise to Nagoya
On the train right now
Another lie, but Chan was too deep in it now. He put his phone away as they arrived at the airport, paying the driver and thanking them before stepping out and into the main building to find where to check in. Bag check and security didn't take too long and he was walking towards his terminal in no time. As he sat on the gray seating outside his gate, he remembered to check his messages.
Min
Oh have a safe trip!
Here's this to keep you busy ;)
Attached, was another video. Chan didn't dare open it in public. If the thumbnail was anything to go by, this was a video of Minho riding one of his many dildos, mouth parted in a cry Chan desperately wished he could hear. Minho’s collar wrapped around his neck tightly and the garter he wore made the elder’s stomach flip.
Chan felt his face heat up and slammed his phone down on his lap, away from any wandering eyes before he could even think. Fuck. He could type out a response in a minute, right now his priority was to not pop a boner in the center of an airport.
Great, now he had to get through at least a two and a half hour flight back home with that beautiful visual and the thoughts of what waited back at home. It would be very difficult.
Lee Minho was truly going to be the death of him.
---
The minute Chan landed and was safely in another taxi for the twenty minute ride home from the airport, he plugged his headphones in and played the video. In hindsight, that was probably a mistake. But he really couldn't help himself. Not when he was so curious, the thoughts of what Minho could be doing, eating away at his mind the entire flight. Before, he'd distracted himself with a movie, but now? Now, there was nothing standing in the way of watching it, and soon, nothing in the way of him and Minho.
It was a sight he saw often recently, ever since Chan had left. Provocative pictures and sexts had woven their way into their normal. But this was something else entirely. The video wasn't long, maybe 20 seconds at most. Minho was the center of attention, slowly riding the toy and moaning out. The camera was angled so his wet hole was on full display and his tail swung cutely. It was quite the juxtaposition.
It had him wanting more and he hoped by some miracle that Minho would look the same when he stepped foot into their apartment, which would be very soon. They were coming up on his apartment complex fast and Chan put his phone away before adjusting himself in his seat. When the car stopped, he quickly paid and grabbed his bags to exit. They lived on the second floor and Chan was so impatient, he skipped the elevator and went straight to the stairs. He had half a mind to remember to be quiet as he approached the door to the apartment, slotting the key in the lock and opening it with care. He placed his bags by the door and slipped his shoes off, stepping into the living room more. It was empty, but he still glanced around in search of Minho as he put his keys away, the jingle making a much louder sound than expected.
He cringed internally, knowing he basically just gave himself away to the younger's keen ears. His suspicions were confirmed when light footsteps could be heard from down the hall.
"Hello? Who's there?" Minho called out, not yet able to see into the living room yet. "I swear to god, if you're here to rob me, I have a bat and I will use it."
Chan chuckled at that, crossing his arms as Minho peeked his head around the corner. His expression changed completely, from cautious to ecstatic within a split second.
"Chan!" Minho practically flung himself across the room and into Chan's open arms. "What are you..? How?"
The smile was evident in his voice when he spoke, "I missed you." He said simply, lifting the other up and spinning him around, causing the cutest giggle to escape him.
"You missed me so much you flew back early? Did you get fired?" Minho asked once he landed back on the ground safely. He still clung to Chan like a stuffed animal though, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"Said there was a family emergency. It's ok, they don't need me right now anyways. I probably would have been wandering the hotel for the last two days to be honest." He pulled back to look at the younger, "But I'd much rather be here with you instead."
Minho's eyes softened and Chan was finally able to take in his appearance. He wore one of Chan's oversized black hoodies and no pants from what he could tell. His hair was tousled and his eyes were blinking cutely like he'd just woken up from an afternoon nap. The more Chan observed, the more he thought that to be the case.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" Chan asked, petting Minho's hair down before stroking his cheek affectionately.
Minho shook his head, "No, I was just laying down. I was sleepy though."
"And now?"
"Wide awake." Minho winked, "Why? Got any plans?"
"Oh, just a few." Chan replied, walking them back to the bedroom. "Who said it was ok to rile me up all week, huh? Did you think I wouldn't be back to punish you?"
"I was counting on it."
Yeah, Chan was too.
The tension between them bloomed incredibly fast, aided by Minho's mischievous smile. It didn't take long at all for Chan to get them to the bed, pushing the hybrid down and caging him in before anything else. The first kiss they shared was harsh and passionate, fueled by the ache for each other. By the second and third, it was soft and sweet, fueled by love and the need to explore and reacquaint themselves.
"Want you." Minho mumbled between kisses, "Missed you so bad." His hands flew to remove the hoodie, leaving him completely bare underneath Chan.
"Shit," Chan breathed out in awe. It had been too long since he's witnessed such a beautiful sight directly in front of himself where he could actually reach out and touch. "I missed you too, so fucking much."
He left it at that, opting to press open mouthed kisses down Minho's neck as an alternative. He left a trail of pink and purple in his wake before wrapping his lips around a nipple, pinching at the other with the hand that wasn't gripping his soft waist tightly. Minho was making the most gorgeous sounds imaginable and it was music to Chan's ears. Not letting up, he sucked a bit harder, teeth coming to scrape over the bud.
Chan knew Minho's body like the back of his hand and he used it to his advantage. Soon, the younger's back arched off the bed, hands coming to scratch at the buttons of his shirt.
"Please," He whimpered out, "Off."
Chan broke away to reply, "Look at you, kitten. Already so worked up just from some kisses. Imagine what you'll be like when I actually touch you?"
It was getting increasingly hard for Chan to not. Minho was right there, laying out just willing to take anything he was given. Maybe Chan should hurry up. He sat up onto his knees, unbuttoning his shirt and popping open his slacks.
"Chan, don't go slow. I'm ready, I need you so bad." Minho was begging, eyes pleading but determined; he would get his way.
"Do you need any prep?" Chan asked, just in case.
"That video was from this morning… So no.”
That was as good of an answer as any, but Chan still pushed. He leaned back over, lips grazing Minho's as he talked. "So, if I were to check, I'd find your hole all nice and ready for me?"
Minho nodded vigorously and Chan went to touch, but a hand pulled him back.
"I don't need it, please just fuck me."
Chan didn't need to be told a third time. He dipped his hand into his pants, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs enough to free his cock. This was supposed to be a punishment he was in control of, but the way it was going looked like it was in Minho's favor. Not that Chan would ever complain, he was too eager to please.
He pushed Minho's legs up to his chest, exposing his slick hole and tail. Pumping himself a few times first, he teased Minho's entrance, pushing the head a few times in and out before fully entering.
Despite Minho's eagerness, Chan went slow, bottoming out after a few drawn-out moments. Minho was tight, but stretched out still, his natural slick helping the slide.
"Good?" He asked, rubbing a palm over the back of Minho's thigh and up to hold his waist.
Minho breathed out a content sigh before replying, "Perfect, now please just move."
"Or what?" Chan was pushing his luck, but it was just so fun to see Minho fall apart under him with just his words.
"Channie," Minho whined, grabbing at Chan from between his spread legs. "All week. I've needed you all week just please, please- "
Chan didn't let him finish, finally taking mercy and starting up a steady pace. "Needed you too," He leaned over to kiss Minho's waiting lips, "I'm sorry."
Minho moaning into the kiss made it easy for Chan to slip his tongue in, licking at his plush bottom lip. He cupped the hybrid's face with one hand, the other braced on the mattress for leverage. It felt amazing, Minho's tight heat sucking him back in on every thrust. God, how he missed this— missed everything about Minho from the way he fucked to the way he smiled. It was so good to finally be home.
When he broke away, it was to straighten up so he could view the scene below him better. Minho looked just as he'd fantasized during those lonely nights away, face pink from exertion and cute ears twitching from pleasure. His small fists were clenching the sheets like a cat kneading its paws in a blanket. The resemblance made Chan coo.
Minho was having trouble keeping his eyes open as his body was rocked into and he finally shut them when Chan pinched at his nipples. His mouth fell open into a little 'o' shape, moans falling silent as he shook from the feeling.
"Oh, kitten." Chan slowed down to press kisses over Minho's chest, "So cute."
Minho's eyes flew open at that, writhing around as he grasped onto the sides of Chan's unbuttoned shirt. "No, no go faster please don't stop." He begged, tears springing to his eyes.
Chan couldn't believe this was real. That Minho was real. Not wanting to disappoint, he sat back up on his knees, grabbing Minho's waist and pulling him closer. He hooked a leg over his shoulder before starting up a faster, much more brutal pace. And boy did he get the desired reaction, Minho's toes curling cutely as he threw his head back in a cry.
"Fuck! Oh my g-god." Minho babbled, trailing off into a whimper.
Everything was so hot. Hot and wet . Seriously, it was so wet. Chan tore his gaze away from Minho's face to glance down and the sight almost made him cum.
"Such a pretty kitty, look at you. Look at the mess you're making."
Minho blinked up at him, confused, and Chan directed his attention downwards. One look was all it took for him to become a blushing mess, avoiding eye contact as he slumped back into the pillows with a pitiful sound. Slick coated their skin— Minho's thighs and Chan's cock as well as soaking into his pants. It was a wonder he hadn't noticed earlier.
"Baby, don't hide." Chan said, going in for another kiss. "That's so hot. Is someone going into heat?"
Minho, beet red now, hid his face in his hands. That only lasted a few seconds before Chan pulled them away, pinning his wrists down above his head.
"Answer me."
Silence passed as Minho bit at his lip.
"Answer me or I'll stop." Chan warned.
"Maybe." Minho didn't elaborate and Chan slowed. Eyes wide and panicked now, he was quick to continue. "Ah- no I... I don't know yet. I didn't want to say anything and ruin your trip. But I can feel something starting. If it is my heat, we have some time until it hits fully." He looked anywhere but Chan's eyes.
"You come before anything else, ok? I'm gonna take care of you," Chan kissed his forehead before dropping the hold he had on his wrists, "I promise."
Arms wrapped around Chan at lighting speed, pulling him close.
"Thank you," Minho breathed against his lips, "You're so good, feels so good."
Chan shrugged off his shirt before snapping his hips into the younger with purpose.
Minho keened. "Just like that," He whispered, " Fuck ."
Chan completely enveloped him, hissing when Minho's nails scratched down his now exposed arms. They moved together, as one. Every thrust Chan gave, Minho matched with a moan and roll of his own hips, searching out any friction he could find. He never stopped producing more slick, and the wet squelches resonated clearly throughout the room in between the other sinful sounds.
"Min, baby, I'm so close."
Minho wrapped his legs around Chan's waist, keeping him right where they both needed. Not that Chan would ever move. "Inside me, please. Need it so bad." The tears that had been threatening to spill over, finally did, rolling down his cheeks in waves.
Burying his face in the crook of Minho's neck, he left sloppy kisses along the expanse of skin. Hopefully, more pretty pink marks would bloom for him to enjoy viewing later on. He snaked a hand down to Minho's weeping cock, using the excess slick to help jerk him off easier.
Minho tightened around him, letting out little breathless mewls as he took on the assault of pleasures. That was what pushed him over the edge, Minho sounding so broken and fucked out right in his ear. He continued to thrust as he filled up the hybrid with his warm cum, muffling his moan in a kiss to Minho's soft skin. "Fuck yes, kitten. You feel so good."
The cries Minho let out as he was filled, made Chan already wishing for another round. He sped up his hand and in no time, the younger was following him, cumming on his tummy in long spurts.
It took many minutes of kissing and subtle grinding for them both to fully come down from their highs. Though exhausted, Chan took his time to properly pull out and clean up, tossing soiled clothes on the floor next to the laundry basket by the wall. They would have to do the sheets later too, but that could wait. Minho was more important.
"Bath?" Chan proposed, massaging Minho's hip as he gazed down lovingly. When he received a reluctant nod, he grinned, picking Minho up bridal style and walking them to the bathroom carefully. He set him down on his feet, making sure he was stable enough to stand on his own before drawing the bath. Chan added bubbles per Minho's request and soon the water was high enough to get in.
"I love you," Minho mumbled, curled up in between Chan's legs and resting on his strong chest. "But I hate this."
Chan just laughed, carding a hand through Minho's hair to calm him. "I love you too. Is it that bad?"
"With you, no. Not so much."
"I'm honored," Chan smiled, feeling the vibration of Minho's purring now that he'd relaxed a bit. "Now, let's wash up and get you out of here."
Minho looked up gratefully, tail splashing in the water as he turned for a kiss. He puckered his lips cutely, giggling when Chan pulled him closer to reciprocate.
"Or we could kiss a while..." Chan proposed, smile turning from sly to bright as the sun in a matter of seconds as Minho replied.
"Yeah." He agreed, words as sweet as sugar. "Yeah, I'd like that."