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The next day started early, but it ended early too. Most of the members got to head home by four, and Yeonjun followed an hour later after his vocal lesson.
He let himself into the apartment and after he locked the door, toed off his shoes, and dropped his bag in a location that Taehyun would surely tell him off for, he walked into the apartment proper.
Soobin and Taehyun were in the kitchen together huddled over Taehyun’s laptop.
“What are you two up to?” He asked at the uncommon sight.
“Well hyung can bake and I can cook, so between the two of us we should be able to figure out this pork bun recipe.”
“Sounds yummy!” Yeonjun said. He walked over and gave Soobin a quick kiss before doing the same to Taehyun.
Soobin was dressed how he normally was around the dorm: comfy, uncoordinated, and wearing that fuckass minions shirt he loved so much. Taehyun was also dressed comfortably, but the form-fitting black tank top and decent (non-ratty, non-torn, non-stained) pair of sweatpants felt almost dressy compared to how they normally dressed at home.
“Who are you dressing to impress?” He asked Taehyun, running a hand down his exposed arm muscles.
“Soobin-hyung.” He answered plainly, twinkle in his eye.
“We’re supposed to be cooking!” Soobin half-shouted in surprise, too loud in Yeonjun’s ear.
“We’re going to have time, the pork cooks low and slow and the dough will need to rise.” Taehyun reasoned, ever logical.
“Not in the kitchen!” Beomgyu’s voice called, “We all eat there!”
Yeonjun looked up and over the kitchen counter to see Beomgyu and Kai in the living room. Beomgyu was playing a video game on the TV, but he was sitting on the closest end of the couch so he could still be included in the kitchen conversation.
Kai was on the couch too, but he uncharacteristically wasn’t playing with Beomgyu.
Yeonjun made his way into the living room and gave Beomgyu a quick hello kiss as well.
“You’re blocking my game.”
“I’m prettier than your game.”
Yeonjun moved out of his way anyway.
“You’re not playing, Kai?” He asked, a bit worried at how quiet the youngest was.
“I was actually waiting for you to get home, can I steal you for a bit?” Kai said, getting up from the couch. He seemed a bit tense, was something wrong?
“Yeah, of course.” Yeonjun hastened to follow Kai down the hallway and towards his room.
“Don’t have too much fun!” Taehyun called after them.
“You too!” Kai shouted back as he pushed his bedroom door open. The exchange put him at ease that nothing was majorly wrong, but he still didn’t know why Kai had summoned him.
“I know you just got home from work so it’s okay if you don’t want to do this right now, but I’ve been excited all day.” Kai said, and Yeonjun recognized the tension he thought he’d seen in Kai was actually just need.
“Oh! Are we doing it now?” Yeonjun hadn’t done his half of the homework yet, and he at least wanted to take a shower.
“No! No, we’ll plan that more, noona. This is related, though.” Kai was literally buzzing with excitement and Yeonjun wanted to know why.
“So…” he led.
“So I was shopping around trying to decide how to dress you,” the casual possessiveness made Yeonjun’s body tingle in anticipation, “and I was really having trouble deciding. So I asked Taehyun and he’s fine with it if you’re fine with it…”
“Fine with what?” Kai needed to spit it out already.
“I want you to try on some of the lingerie I’ve bought for Taehyun so you can see what makes you feel prettiest, and I have a better visual so I can picture things on you while I shop. Everything’s clean, of course.”
“Sounds like you wanted an excuse to play dress-up.” Yeonjun was blushing hard at the idea of modeling lingerie set after lingerie set for Kai.
“Well, yes.” Kai said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Are you in?”
“Can I shower first?”
“Can I shower with you?” Kai countered.
“Hmm…” Yeonjun pretended to think for a moment. “You drive a hard bargain, let’s go.”
Kai grabbed clean pajamas for both of them, and Yeonjun liked that Kai was planning to dress him in his clothes just to take them off afterward and dress him up more.
The other members must have heard Kai’s door followed by the bathroom door because Beomgyu called out:
“Done already?”
“Just getting started, babe!” Kai called back.
Living with the people you’re dating is beautiful and romantic and domestic and everything good in this world.
But dating all the people you’re living with? Convenient as hell. They hadn’t even really needed to bring pajamas to the bathroom, they could walk anywhere in this apartment naked as the day they were born and nobody would be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before, they could certainly make the walk across the hall back to Kai’s room. Alas, they would pretend to have a modicum of decency.
At least they wouldn’t have to keep quiet, that was another perk. Yeonjun really was the luckiest person alive.
They closed the door but didn’t lock it, and Yeonjun turned the shower on as Kai started to strip.
When the water heated up and they stepped in together, Kai started taking a normal shower. The kind they would sometimes take together in the mornings when they were in too much of a rush to wait their turns, even back before their relationship bloomed into what it was today.
“Are you not going to touch me?” Yeonjun pouted.
Kai saw his expression and pouted back, cupping Yeonjun’s cheek with a watery hand.
“I’m trying to shower fast so we can get back to my room, noona. I’d rather touch you when you’re all dressed up for me.”
“Aren’t I pretty like this too?” Sometimes Yeonjun needed the reassurance.
Fortunately, Kai knew that.
“Of course, Yeonjun-noona. I’ve never seen anyone so pretty.” Kai pulled him closer so their entire fronts were pressed together, water running over both of them together.
Kai kissed his cheek, plush and sweet.
“You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you. If you want this instead of playing dress-up though, I’ll give that to you. I’ll give you anything you want, pretty girl.”
Yeonjun angled his head up for a kiss and Kai, as always, indulged him.
In the end, they didn’t fool around in the shower. Yeonjun’s insecurities were thoroughly assuaged by Kai washing his hair like he was something to be cherished, and his desire to try on the lingerie outweighed his desire to blow Kai in the bathroom. They finished up, dried off, and dressed quickly to run across the hallway back to Kai’s room, practically giddy with excitement and vibrating with desire.
Once the door was locked, Kai was on him pulling him into a searing kiss.
“Yeonjun-noona,” he said between dirty kisses through the saliva fighting to string them together, “I can’t wait to see you. Your body… can’t wait…”
He knew Kai liked getting to dress people up, but it was becoming apparent that he liked it more than Yeonjun had realized.
“Take this off?” Kai was tugging at his shirt but still kissing him deep and filthy, he couldn’t have gotten the shirt off if he tried.
Kai took matters into his own hands and tugged the shirt off himself, barely pulling away from Yeonjun’s lips long enough to do so.
He’d been kissed by Kai before. He’d been kissing Kai for years, in fact, but this didn’t feel like kissing Kai. This felt like a hurricane.
“What’s got you so worked up?” Yeonjun pushed Kai back by the chest just long enough to take a breath and ask.
“Been thinking about you all day.” Kai said into his neck which he was suddenly intent on taking a bite out of.
“No marks.” He chided, but there was no conviction behind it. What was concealer for anyway? Kai listened regardless, to Yeonjun’s slight disappointment.
Kai finally took a step back, still holding Yeonjun by the waist but not pressed against him.
“Sorry.” Kai said, panting.
“What for?” Yeonjun smirked. He certainly hadn’t been complaining.
“I just had this idea last night and I literally haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I feel like a horny teenager.”
Yeonjun scrunched his nose at that, but Kai just shrugged. “It’s true.”
“Will you be able to control yourself now?” Yeonjun accented the question with what was supposed to be a wink, and Kai smiled back dopily. Oh, to be loved for his shortcomings. He got so lucky with these four.
“I will!” Kai said, clearly having a much better handle on himself now, “Because I’m not going to fuck you in any of these outfits.”
“What?”
“Wanna save that for when I have one just for you.”
“Will you fuck me after?” Yeonjun hadn’t been fucked in weeks, and he’d spent the last 30 minutes thinking that was finally going to be rectified only for Kai to pull the rug out from under him. It wasn’t fair.
“Hmm if you’re good.” Kai decided.
With a last squeeze to Yeonjun’s waist, he stepped away and walked over to the dresser.
“Strip and go sit up on the bed, pretty.”
“Wait.”
Kai froze instantly and turned around with mild concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just an idea.” Yeonjun waited for Kai to nod before continuing. “In my room I have a full-length mirror…”
“Great idea, cutie. Go strip and wait for me on your bed then, and I’ll join you once I’ve grabbed everything.”
Yeonjun smiled and headed to the door until Kai stopped him with his voice.
“And Yeonjun?” he paused, “No touching.”
Yeonjun obeyed, naturally. Once in his room, he turned on some ambient lighting making sure the corner with the mirror was decently lit. He tossed the few clothes scattered on the floor into his laundry basket, and put an R&B album on his LP player quietly.
Yeonjun liked to do the thing properly when he had the time to, and it seemed like Kai had been waiting all day and had nothing but time.
Lastly, he pulled a bottle of lube, a condom, and a pack of wipes out of his drawer and put them on the nightstand for convenience. Just because they had time now didn’t mean he’d be patient enough to waste it once Kai was finally going to open him up.
He stripped, placing the borrowed pajamas over the back of his desk chair, and climbed up onto the bed.
He considered arranging himself in some hopelessly desperate way so that Kai would go back on his promise and touch him immediately, but ultimately his desire to try the lingerie won out.
Instead, he opted to kneel comfortably, sitting back on his heels with his knees spread open. He put his hands in his lap, but that felt too shy, like he was covering himself. He moved them to his thighs, exposing his soft cock so that Kai could see all of him when he arrived.
Open, submissive, ready for what came next.
It should have been embarrassing just waiting, soft and alone in his room, but how could Yeonjun be ashamed of his body when Kai always made him feel so beautiful? When he was going to make him even more beautiful tonight?
Kai finally came in and closed the door behind him. He stood there for a moment just taking in Yeonjun with a smile before moving to deposit the large stack of fabric in his hands on Yeonjun’s desk (pushing aside makeup products and perfume testers to do so).
He approached slowly, and Yeonjun dug his fingers into his thighs to stay still. Kai covered both of his hands with his own, and leaned over Yeonjun to capture his lips in a kiss. Slow, searing, and so full of want. It lacked the feral desire that had overtaken Kai earlier, but it held just as much love.
“Thank you for waiting for me, you’re such a good girl.” Yeonjun’s mouth fell open at the praise, it just felt so good. So right. He wanted to be Kai’s good girl, more than anything.
Kai took his open mouth as an invitation to lick into it in a messy kiss, just as hot as the last one. Yeonjun tried to move his hands to reach out for Kai, but they were pushed even harder into his thighs for the attempt.
“We should get started.” Kai whispered, still inches from Yeonjun’s face.
Yeonjun nodded, still craning his neck up towards the younger.
“I brought four outfits for you to try on,” Kai said as he walked toward the pile on the desk, “I thought we could start with the least adventurous and work up.”
Yeonjun was, of course, agreeable to this.
The first outfit was a silk camisole and shorts. The lavender fabric was so soft it felt like holding water. Yeonjun lifted his arms so Kai could pull the camisole over his head, tugging it down his torso and smoothing the fabric down his sides.
“I don’t wear anything underneath these?” Yeonjun asked as he slipped on the shorts.
“Why would you need to?” Kai asked, sounding a little breathless already just from watching Yeonjun put the outfit on.
“You like?” Yeonjun asked. He could tell the answer. Kai was staring wide-eyed at him like he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to focus first.
“You have no idea how much self-restraint I have right now, noona. Come see.”
He leaned on Kai more than strictly necessary to get off the bed, and padded over to the mirror in the corner with Kai very close behind him.
Wow… he really did look pretty. Not necessarily sexy, not yet at least, but so so so pretty that he felt it. The camisole hugged his waist and the shorts, which looked even shorter standing up, hugged his hips and the whole thing really accentuated his figure.
He turned around and placed a hand on Kai’s broad chest, turning over his shoulder to look at himself from behind. The shorts ended just low enough to cover his ass, and the legs were wide enough that they made his things look even daintier than normal. Kai’s hand came up to rest at the narrowest part of his waist, and it felt warm through the fabric.
His waist was small and Kai’s hand was big and they looked perfect together. Kai saw him looking, and dragged his hand down to cup his ass instead, squeezing gently.
Yeonjun watched mesmerized as the hand moved lower, and came up under the hem of the loose shorts to grope at his ass again, this time skin-to-skin.
“You should wear this to the next movie night, baby.” Kai hummed, “Nobody will be able to keep their hands off of you.”
Kai withdrew his hand and spun Yeonjun around so he was facing the mirror and leaning back against Kai’s chest. He almost didn’t recognize the body that Kai was touching as his own. He looked so small in front of Kai, so delicate. For once, he looked how he looked in his head.
Agonizingly slow, Kai dragged a hand up from his thigh to his chest, pulling up the camisole with it. He tweaked a nipple and Yeonjun sighed in time with the music, melting back into his chest.
“Look at you, noona.” Kai praised.
“I am.”
Eventually, both hands stopped their exploring to settle possessively on Yeonjun’s hips.
“You think you want something like this?”
Oh, right. The whole reason they were doing this. Yeonjun blinked a few times to clear his head.
“Definitely. Wanna wear it around the dorm like you said.”
“Mm. I want that too, pretty.” Kai leaned down to kiss his temple. “Are you ready for your next outfit?”
Yeonjun twisted around to catch Kai in a quick kiss.
“Now I am.”
Kai gave him one of those million-dollar smiles before leading him back to the bed to sit. Kai undressed him just like he’d dressed him: gently. Once he was naked, he was tugged up onto his knees and into a kiss by a hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He had to grab on to Kai’s shoulders so he didn’t lose his balance on the shifting mattress.
Kai would never let him fall, though.
Deeming Yeonjun thoroughly kissed, the younger helped him lower himself back onto the bed while he grabbed the next outfit.
“This one’s a lot more out of your comfort zone.” Kai warned.
“I’m excited.” Yeonjun reassured him. Excited was probably an understatement.
Kai returned to the bed with another stack of lavender fabric, this set just a shade darker than the first.
“Lot of purple.” Yeonjun commented idly.
“Taehyun likes it,” Kai explained, “but I’ll buy you whatever color you want.”
Finally, he unfolded the fabric to show Yeonjun what he’d be modelling next. It was so pretty, so pretty that he was worried he wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
It was a babydoll dress with two triangles of opaque lace to cover his chest, and a cascade of sheer fabric that looked like it might reach barely past his ass. Yeonjun studied it, observing how the fabric shone in the mood-lit room as it moved gently in Kai’s grip. He readjusted to hold the garment in only one hand, and unrolled his other first to reveal a second item: a matching pair of lacy purple panties.
“Arms up, pretty.”
Yeonjun obeyed, obviously, and Kai tugged the dress on over his shoulders to his chest, then dropped the rest of the fabric to let it pool across his lap.
Then he kneeled on the floor between Yeonjun’s legs where they hung off the edge of the bed, and his surprise must have shown on his face because he said,
“I’m not going back on my word, love, I’m just here to help you get dressed.”
Kai gently guided each foot through the holes in the garment. He kissed the inside of each ankle as he did so. The tender treatment sent a shiver through Yeonjun that the younger smirked at. Agonizingly slow, he continued to drag the panties up, similarly kissing both knees as he went.
Yeonjun lifted his hips to help once Kai reached them. The lace felt soft yet textured at the same time, and he shivered at the touch as Kai tucked his half-soft cock into them- only touching him as much as was strictly necessary.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Yeonjun’s tummy right above the waistband of the panties, and Yeonjun sighed.
Finally, Kai leaned back to admire his work with his hands on Yeonjun’s knees. He felt the exact moment Kai processed what he was looking at, because his hands tensed like he was having to fight his own brain to keep them there.
“How do I look?” Yeonjun asked, knowing the answer.
“Like a doll.” He sounded breathless.
Without further ado, Yeonjun felt himself being swept off the bed bridal-style. He yelped and wrapped his hands around Kai’s neck more out of instinct than finesse, and held on tight as he was carried over to the mirror. Kai was so close to snapping and giving him what he wanted, he could feel it.
Once they came into view of the mirror, Yeonjun gained some understanding. He looked good. Like… really good. He fit in Kai’s arms like he was made to be there. He leaned forward in his arms for a kiss.
The angle was awkward so Kai gently lowered him to the ground without breaking the kiss, pulling him close to his chest to deepen it. The desperation from earlier was back, and Yeonjun once again found himself being swept up in the storm of being wanted by Kai.
Yeonjun wrapped his arms around Kai’s back, clinging to his t-shirt for dear life as he continued to be kissed within an inch of his life. He felt Kai’s hands pushing up the sheer fabric to grip him hard and pull him impossibly closer by the hips.
Kai was hard. Just from kissing and seeing Yeonjun dressed up, he was so hard that it seemed painful, especially still trapped in his shorts. Yeonjun rolled his hips against Kai and gasped in time with Kai’s resulting groan.
He was getting hard in his panties, the lace rubbing him all the right ways and Kai grabbing on to all the right places. (Hips, ass, the back of his neck.) He couldn’t stop moving like he was trying to map Yeonjun’s entire body with his hands so he didn’t have to break the kiss to look at him.
The kiss was wet and messy, all tongue and spit and Yeonjun wondered if the others could hear it from outside. He whimpered at the thought of the other members seeing him like this; dressed up, kissed out, and utterly at Kai’s mercy.
Unfortunately, his whimper seemed to shake Kai out of his Yeonjun-induced stupor because he leaned back, and held Yeonjun by the chest to keep him from following.
“Fuck, noona.” His pupils were blown and shirt rucked up from where Yeonjun was grabbing at it. He was straining in his shorts, but when Yeonjun reached out to palm him he found his hands caught and fingers intertwined with Kai’s, pulled away from his target.
“You like me that much?” Yeonjun teased.
“You know I love you.” Kai answered earnestly, squeezing his hands gently. “You haven’t even gotten to look at yourself yet,” he scolded himself, “I got carried away.”
“Wasn’t complaining…” Yeonjun quipped before catching sight of himself in the mirror.
His lips were swollen and wet from Kai’s lack of self-control, but that wasn’t nearly the most interesting thing about him right now.
The lingerie fit him perfectly. The billowing fabric of the babydoll dress hung just low enough to cover his panties, so he gathered the fabric and lifted it up so he could see himself better.
Kai made a choked sound behind him but for once he was too mesmerized to care. He looked so good. He felt so good. Come to think of it, Yeonjun didn’t think he’d ever felt more confident in his life. Between the comfort and confidence it was giving him and the reaction he was getting from Kai, maybe he needed to worry about getting addicted to this.
He dropped the fabric of the dress and let it cover his panties again (as much as the sheer fabric could).
“I bet this looks pretty on Tyun-ah.” He commented, admiring the garment apart from himself for a moment.
“Mhm, it’s one of my favorites on him.” Yeonjun felt touched that both of them were comfortable with him borrowing it.
“Kai-yah,” Yeonjun turned to face Kai and leaned in close to his ear, “dress us up together sometime?”
“Fuck.” Kai looked up at the ceiling with his face scrunched up, though whether he was hoping there was some otherworldly being up there that could help or hoping the roof would cave in on him was anyone’s guess. “I am trying so hard to hold it together right now.”
Yeonjun giggled and stepped away, looking in the mirror again. He spun around and watched the fabric twirl with him. The swoosh of fabric was one of his favorite parts about wearing skirts. It always felt so magical, like he was some sort of fairy princess. He smiled and twirled again the other way, watching the fabric again.
“You should get a sundress, I think it would really suit you.” Kai said, and Yeonjun stopped his spinning to face him. Kai still looked like he was on the verge of snapping, that was clear, but there was something fond there too. Not just lust but love.
“Maybe I will.” Yeonjun smiled.
Yeonjun found his place back on the bed to be undressed again.
He raised his arms for Kai to pull the dress over his head which he did with trembling hands.
Kai kneeled between his legs when it came time to remove the panties. He was straining in them, and it was even more obvious with the dress no longer covering him. Kai sucked in a sharp breath, and gripped onto Yeonjun’s thighs.
The sensation was grounding but drove him crazy at the same time, Kai’s hands encircled more of his thighs than they had any right to, hot against his skin. It was an intense visual, Kai kneeling at his feet and staring at his body like he wanted to worship at the altar of Yeonjun’s lace-trapped cock.
“Two more outfits.” He said in a breathy whisper.
“Are you telling me or yourself?” Yeonjun teased, but his voice didn’t come out much stronger.
In response, Kai slowly slid his hands up to Yeonjun’s waist, not once removing them. Tentatively, almost like he was afraid of what he’d do next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband.
He pulled the fabric away from his cock so the lace didn’t drag against it, and Yeonjun groaned at the loss of friction.
“Be patient, pretty.” Kai said without looking away from what he was doing, not even blinking.
Yeonjun was trying.
Once he successfully slipped the panties off of Yeonjun, Kai leaned forward to kiss the top of his thigh, plush lips as warm as his hands were to the touch. Rather than pulling back entirely, Kai tilted his head and rested it on Yeonjun, cheek against the spot he had just kissed.
When they made eye contact, Yeonjun let out a small gasp. Kai’s pupils were blown wide and he was breathing so heavily he could see his chest moving from where he had placed himself between Yeonjun’s knees. He looked desperate, needy, and less in control of himself than Yeonjun had ever seen him in bed.
He looked up at Yeonjun and he looked like he was holding back tears. Instinctively, Yeonjun carded his fingers through Kai’s long brown hair.
“You’re being so good to me,” Yeonjun praised, “taking such good care of me.”
Kai closed his eyes and leaned into Yeonjun’s hand. It was the most submissive he’d ever seen the younger man, and the feeling went right to the pit of his stomach where arousal had been brewing for what felt like hours.
“You’re so patient.” Yeonjun continued his praise as well as his hair-petting. “I’m so lucky to get to dress up for you. I love you so much, Kai-yah.”
“Love you too, noona.” Kai breathed. He stayed like that for a few moments, breathing deeply while Yeonjun petted him, before he opened his eyes again.
“Hey, cutie. You ok?”
“Yeah, just needed a second.” Kai smiled reassuringly from his thigh, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life.” He said it gravely like it was some terrible curse, and Yeonjun couldn’t help but laugh.
“Get up here, baby.” Yeonjun helped Kai off his knees and guided him to lay down on the bed. Surprisingly, he went willingly. “Why don’t you let me help you out?”
“I told you, ‘m not gonna fuck you in Taehyun’s clothes.”
“Then it’s a good thing you already took them off of me.”
“Noona-”
“Let’s take the edge off now, and then I’ll try on as many outfits as you want. Ok?”
“Ok.” Kai finally agreed, and with that Yeonjun was on him.
“Let’s get you out of these.” Yeonjun tugged at Kai’s shorts, and he lifted his hips so Yeonjun could pull them down along with his briefs. Kai took off his own shirt as well, and he was finally undressed to match Yeonjun.
His cock looked painfully hard, far too red and smeared with precum from leaking in his briefs all night.
Yeonjun didn’t waste any time making himself at home between Kai’s thighs.
“I’m not gonna last-” Kai interrupted himself with a loud groan, primal like it had been punched out of him, as Yeonjun took him in his mouth all the way to the base in one motion. “Fuck!”
Yeonjun moaned around his cock and Kai bucked up at the vibration, his hands scrabbling for purchase in the sheets. He reached up to link one of Kai’s hands together with his own, and guided the other one to his head.
He didn’t let up, bobbing his head in time with Kai’s loose tugs on his hair. He pressed his tongue against Kai’s length as he did it, not caring that it made him gag. Not caring about anything as long as it meant Kai felt good.
He’d taken such good care of Yeonjun, made him feel so beautiful, helped him understand himself better.
Kai deserved the world, the least Yeonjun could give him was good head.
Kai pushed harder on the top of his head and Yeonjun went willingly, taking him to the base and staying there as he gagged around it. Kai was falling apart above him and making the most beautiful sounds, every groan just spurred him on further.
He brought his free hand to the base of Kai’s cock to help him as he moved to give more attention to his tip, sucking hard while pushing his tongue against the slit.
“Noona-” Kai moaned, almost a sob, “noona, I’m-” he broke off into a shout as Yeonjun felt him hot on his tongue.
He worked him through it, not letting up until the hand in his hair started tugging him away. He swallowed and crawled up to lay next to a very dazed Kai who immediately threw a heavy arm around him and buried his face in his neck, breath shaky.
Yeonjun reached down between their bodies to quickly jerk himself off, he knew it wasn’t going to take much. Kai blearily opened his eyes to watch, which made everything more intense. He came in under a minute, spilling all over his hand and abdomen.
He thanked his past self for his foresight with the wipes and cleaned both of them up before laying back down and letting Kai settle into his neck once again.
“Ok. Not exactly how I thought that was going to go.” Kai said minutes later, finally separating himself from Yeonjun’s collarbone that he’d been (possibly unconsciously) kissing.
“Was it ok?”
“Course it was, would have stopped you if it wasn’t.” Kai said with an easy smile, “You’re so good to me.”
“No, you’re so good to me.” Yeonjun deflected, not-so-secretly preening at the praise.
“I really do want you to try on the other outfits though.”
“I want that too, cutie.” Yeonjun kissed him on the forehead.
Eventually, probably too soon, Kai tugged his boxers back on, rolled off the bed, and walked to the desk once again- this time on slightly wobbly legs.
“Outfit number three!” He announced upon his return, and Yeonjun smugly noticed that he was leaning against the bed for support.
Outfit number three turned out to be a white lace bodysuit. It was delicate and feminine, and Yeonjun desperately wanted to see it on Taehyun. Unfortunately pictures were Soobin’s thing, not Kai’s, so that would probably have to wait for another day.
Yeonjun spread his thighs obediently and lifted his hips to help Kai work the bodysuit onto him, this time much less charged than with the first two outfits.
It was fun in a different way, playing dress up without the building tension leading up to round one, threatening to snap. It felt playful, and Yeonjun leaned comfortably into Kai’s touch as he continued to pull the white lace into position.
The outfit wasn’t exactly comfortable, though.
“I don’t think I like this one.” Yeonjun admitted before he’d slipped his arms into the straps.
“What about it?”
“It’s too restrictive.” There was too much lace on his body and not enough room to move. It felt itchy and restraining, and he wanted it off him.
Kai was quick to comply. He took the bodysuit off Yeonjun much quicker than he put it on, tossing it aside more carelessly than he’d treated any of the lingerie so far and moving to massage circles into Yeonjun’s skin anywhere the clothes had touched.
As stated previously and responsible for how this all started in the first place, Kai didn’t do anything halfway. That went for a scene itself, but also any associated care. Yeonjun was fine, the lace had just been a bit uncomfortable, but he felt safe and pampered under Kai’s attentive hands.
“You ok, pretty?”
“I’m ok.” Yeonjun confirmed, smiling gently.
“Do you want to stop here?”
“No, I want to try your last outfit.”
“Ok.” Kai smiled back, returning one last time to the desk.
He came back with an outfit that didn’t fit in with the others. It was a matching bralette and panty set. It was lace like most of the other outfits, but this lace weave was less dainty and had more of an edge to it. The set wasn’t a delicate pastel, but stark black.
Yeonjun loved it.
He smiled wider and reached for the fabric, which Kai handed over willingly.
He dressed himself this time, feeling increasingly confident as the lace of the bralette brushed against his nipples until he’d positioned it correctly. His first bra, he noted with another smile. That felt right.
Kai watched him with a fond smile as he pulled the panties on.
“You don’t look like you want to jump me this time.”
“Oh don’t worry, I do, you just also look really comfortable. It’s good to see.”
He felt comfortable. The scene was familiar, him and Kai in their underwear. He’d done that a thousand times before. Same, same, but different. He felt at home.
They walked over to the mirror together. This was easily the best of all the sets. The black stood out against Yeonjun’s skin and made his red hair pop. Both pieces fit him like a glove, hugging his curves just right.
“I have a surprise for you.” Kai said as he walked up behind Yeonjun and snaked his hands around his waist.
Yeonjun turned his head for a kiss, and the two of them stayed there locked together for a calm moment.
“A surprise?”
“I actually did buy you something already.” Kai admitted.
“I thought you said you weren’t sure!”
“It’s just one thing!” He defended, “I still haven’t bought most of your outfit, I just thought this one accessory was too perfect for you.”
He squeezed Yeonjun once more in a back hug before heading to grab the last piece of fabric from the desk: a robe.
The robe was red like his hair, smooth silk, and otherwise unadorned. Kai helped him into it one arm at a time.
Looking at himself in the mirror, red robe open over the black lingerie set, he felt as powerful as he did on stage. This felt right, like him. The other clothes had been nice, but it was clear they were bought for someone else. Yeonjun wasn’t pastels and dainty lace patterns, he was loud. He was bold. He was intense and overachieving and wanted every head in a room to turn to him when he walked in.
He was bright colors and bold patterns, he was taking risks and the satisfaction of feeling them pay off. He was himself, and his shifting gender identity had no bearing on that.
These clothes were perfect for that. They brought out his femininity without trying to sand away his edges or squeeze his personality into any box of societal conformity
He couldn’t stop smiling as he spun around in the mirror to see himself from every possible angle. He shrugged off one shoulder of the robe and tried to wink at Kai over his exposed shoulder, he shrugged off the other shoulder and let the fabric pool in the crooks of his elbows as he posed in the mirror, he put the robe back on properly and tied it shut with a bow, hiding the black lingerie from sight.
It was absolutely perfect.
“I love you, noona.”
Yeonjun turned to find Kai staring at him with a mix of fondness and desire written across his features.
“I love you too, Kai. Thank you.” Yeonjun stared back, equally fond, “For all of this.”
“Of course. This looks really good on you, by the way.”
“You did such a good job picking it out.” Yeonjun said, continuing to check himself out in the mirror.
“Mm I’ve been told I have a gift for it.”
Just then, they heard a voice outside the door.
“I think I left it in Jun’s room, let me grab it!’ Called Soobin’s voice, getting louder.