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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Hangeng/Heechul – SJ(M) – I look better in drag than you – Oneshot
Title: I look better in drag than you
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Hangeng/Heechul (though mostly it’s just Mi and Chul bff-ery)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One shouldn’t leave Heechul and Zhou Mi home alone unguarded. It’s not really their fault that a big mysterious box practically lands in their lap. It’s not really their fault either if it results in them dressing up in drag, is it?
Comments: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY. Why am I writing so much crap lately? Whyyyy? I fully blame this ondaidetre. Besides she’s been bugging me to write Hanchul so here. IT COUNTS AS ONE. Even if Geng is only mentioned in like two sentences. So is Kyu though. But yeah. Give it a chance anyway? x)
It was quite an ordinary morning. Except that it was quiet, too quiet. Everyone else was busy somewhere else, which had left only Heechul in the dorms alone, and he wasn’t willing to spend a whole afternoon without any human company. So a phone call and some delicate whining (“Seasoning, I am bored, come save me!”) after he had his second favourite Chinese person to keep him company.
The two had only managed to decide on a movie to watch – something they both knew already, so it wouldn’t matter if they got caught up gossiping in the middle of it – and settle on the couch, when the sound of the doorbell cut through the still air. “It’s probably the pizza,” Heechul decided, although it was quite fast for their order to arrive. He heaved himself up from the couch, though, hurrying to get the door.
It was no pizza.
Zhou Mi followed curiously when it seemed to take too long, and the first thing he saw was a massive brown cardboard box that was currently jammed in the doorway. Heechul was talking animatedly with the courier, who looked like he would rather just dump the box there and run his way. “Seasoning!” Heechul sounded almost exasperated, gesturing for his friend to come closer. “This man says that this delivery is for us!”
What followed was a ten minute debate over what it could be and who could’ve ordered something that massive, while in reality neither Heechul nor Zhou Mi had any idea at all. They could’ve probably speculated it forever, before they were cut off quite harshly.
”Yes, well, but could you sign there and accept the package?” The courier was very close to rolling his eyes, obviously frustrated. And well, they had to give the poor man a break, right?
Heechul signed it off and the courier left, obviously pleased, which left them with a huge mystery box that was just calling for them to open it. Heechul knew to be thankful that it was only him and Zhou Mi, since at least Leeteuk would’ve stopped them from opening it until it was absolutely certain it was for them. But who else could it be for?
“Are you sure we’re not expecting a delivery?” Heechul still looked up at Zhou Mi questioningly, hoping that the other man would suddenly remember ordering a huge box of… something. Skin care products, whatever. To his disappointment he got a short headshake, while it didn’t seem that his friend even noticed him, judging by the way he was eyeing the box curiously.
“Let’s open it!” Heechul decided instantly, already waltzing into the kitchen to find a pair of scissors or a sharp knife, anything to cut the meters of tape holding the box together. When he came back with a huge butcher’s knife, Zhou Mi looked slightly alarmed.
“Maybe we shouldn’t… Let’s wait for the others,” he suggested carefully, still eyeing the impressive knife warily.
He got a dismissive snort in return. “And they’d do what? The address line is completely smudged, we have no way of knowing if it’s for us or not. The only way to know is to open it and see what is inside!”
Maybe Heechul sounded convincing enough, or maybe Zhou Mi was just too curious and wanted to see inside the box too. Whatever it was, the latter was finally nodding, and Heechul took it as an invitation to pierce the box with the knife, screeching a loud war-cry to accompany the first hit. Suddenly it was like two little kids on Christmas Eve: two pairs of hands tearing away the cardboard and trying to get into whatever little treasures were lying hidden beneath.
Their expressions would’ve been worth preserving to the next generations in form of a snapshot when they saw what it was.
His mouth was hanging slightly open, his eyes as wide as they got, as Heechul dug out a neatly folded dress from the box. He straightened it, raising it higher so they could see every inch of lace and frilly decoration, little pearls and silvery accessories shining as they reflected the light that hit them. It was quite clearly a wedding dress.
“Okay, this settles it.” Zhou Mi decided with a nod. “It is not for us.” At least he hoped. Who on earth would order a wedding dress? Okay he could see Heechul ordering some kinky leathers and costumes, yes, but a wedding dress?
“No shit, Sherlock,” Heechul rolled his eyes. “Though you’re acting enough like a blushing bride, I wouldn’t put it beyond you to get something lik – Hey! Stop hitting me with that!”
That being the first item Zhou Mi had managed to grab, from the box, and now that they both turned their attention to it, it was clearly an expensive handbag. Something that made Zhou Mi’s eyes shine, nevermind that it was definitely a part of a woman’s wardrobe. “Oh! This is … wow! I wonder what else is in there!”
Heechul abandoned the wedding dress on the floor as they both dug in, throwing aside masses of paper wrapping in their quest to find out what else was hidden beneath.
In the end, they discovered that the box was full of dresses and accessories for a decidedly wealthy woman with an amazing fashion sense. The whole box would cost a small fortune, and for a second they considered packing everything back inside and trying to get the package delivered to its rightful owner.
Just for a second, though.
Until Heechul’s eyes lit up and he threw up one arm, holding something like a sparkly tiara. “Let’s play dress up!”
Zhou Mi was equally enthusiastic. And that’s how they started their competition of Who looks better in drag.
Five minutes later they had turned the box upside down, different dresses and accessories scattered all over the floor and the couch, eager hands trying to find whatever they saw. Preferably shiny and glittery. They play-fought over the best bits, laughing as they tried to suggest the most horrendous combinations for each other. Why on earth, Heechul wondered inwardly, they hadn’t done something like this already long ago? It was hilarious!
Mostly they both knew what they wanted. In Heechul’s case it meant the biggest dress with most lace and sparkling diamonds and pearls, anything to make him shine as he put it. In Zhou Mi’s case it meant the most expensive designer clothes, something that made him almost look like a runway model. With added sparkle and glitter though, he couldn’t really resist shiny things.
The first real issue came in form of a pair of high heels – as in, really high, at least four inch heels – that they both wanted to have. They were classy, they were glittery, and they were everything those two wanted right now. “Hey, give me the high heels! You’re too massively tall for a girl anyway!” Heechul demanded, deciding it was his best argument up to the point.
It was true, though. What was supposed to be a decently long cocktail dress turned to an almost obscenely short mini-dress when Zhou Mi put it on. It left his shoulders bare, as well as at least three kilometres of long legs. If he looked tall under normal circumstances, this made him look practically neverending. Which was a good look on him, admittedly.
“But the heels match my dress!” Zhou Mi protested with the cutest little frown. Not that it worked on Heechul, though, he had some resistance damnit! Unlike some of his friends. “You’re wearing the wedding dress, it doesn’t go with black and golden shoes. You take the white ones!” Zhou Mi went on as he noticed his first argument needed more weight to it.
Of course Heechul knew that. But the golden shimmer of the high heels was tempting. Very tempting indeed. “I’ll trade you a tiara for them.” He looked sternly at the tall Chinese man, who was currently trying to tug up his stockings to look somewhat decent.
Zhou Mi paused for a second. Then he nodded. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
They even completed the looks by rolling up some unneeded scarves and gloves to stuff them into the dress. Every girl needed a nice pair of boobs, right? Heechul went for massive silicones, though, his dress almost unable to take the amount of stuffing he shoved in there. Zhou Mi said that his look was classy and thus he went for smaller breasts, just enough to draw the attention to his chest and to the sparkling necklace he had managed to somehow snatch from Heechul.
“You know, I think my boobies feel quite real!” Zhou Mi announced, cupping his left fake-breast through the dress. The way he squeezed it should’ve probably almost bothered Heechul but he was more curious. “Let me!” He didn’t even wait for an agreement before he grabbed the right one, giving it a tentative squeeze.
“Well,” Heechul drawled, “it feels quite… firm. But how should I know! I never even squeezed a real one.” He grumbled as he realized he had no way to compare. Maybe he could ask one of their stylists later if he could squeeze her breast. Or maybe not. “Wait,” he realized something, “you know how they really feel? I thought you were as gay as a man can get!”
Zhou Mi might’ve looked slightly offended if he hadn’t had this conversation with Heechul already several times. Besides, why take it as an insult when it was true, essentially. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t do some experimenting in my youth!”
“Stop talking like you’re old already,” Heechul snorted, accepting the explanation. “You make me feel ancient.” He turned sideways as he looked into the mirror they had dragged into the living room from one of the other rooms. Not bad, not bad. If one liked the massive DD-cup, at least. “Seasoning… do you think Hannie likes big boobs?”
There was no way Zhou Mi could hold back the gigglesnort that burst free. “Honestly? If he did, I don’t know why he would’ve stuck with you for ages already. But maybe it’d be an …exotic experience.” He smirked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively as his friend turned to look at him instead of the mirror.
Heechul sneered and pointedly dropped his gaze to Zhou Mi’s fake set of tits. “Exotic, eh? I can’t wait to hear what Kyuhyun has to say about that.”
“Oh he won’t even notice them!” Zhou Mi informed cheerfully, beaming like the sun itself. “He’ll be too distracted by my legs!” Which was probably true, seeing that those long legs were only covered in a see-through layer of shimmering nylon, essentially bare and even emphasized by the two inch heels he wore.
“He might be intimidated, though, when his boyfriend suddenly turned to a giant,” Heechul pointed out helpfully.
Zhou Mi was still grinning. “Oh he is used to that.”
They were in the middle of doing their make-up, giggling like girls as they sat on the couch facing each other. This could definitely qualify as a girls’ evening or something, judging by the way the two were gossiping about their boyfriends and trying to make each other as pretty as possible. Heechul had collected the masses of cloth in form of his wedding dress, kneeling in front of his friend as he carefully applied some blush on his cheeks. His own makeup was already done, and Zhou Mi had done a good job with that, he had to admit. And now it was up to him to return the favour, which he tried his best to do.
He had just decided he still needed to apply some glitter on Zhou Mi’s eyelids, but he was distracted by the sound of the door creaking open and somehow all the glitter ended up on his dress instead. Not that one could notice much, the dress was glittery enough to begin with. Looking slightly guilty they jumped up, standing next to the couch awkwardly. Thankfully – neither of them knew how they could be this lucky – it wasn’t someone to give them a motherly scolding (Leeteuk) or someone to blog pictures of them (Donghae) or someone to roll on the floor laughing at them (pretty much anyone else).
It was just Hangeng and Kyuhyun. The only persons they had actually planned to show the results of their dress-up. Though the two didn’t really look all that thrilled right now. They rather looked like they might drop dead from shock any second, staring like they had just seen a ghost instead of two very glittery men in dresses.
For a long, long moment no one said anything, there was just a whole lot of staring going on.
Eventually, Hangeng was the first one to find his voice and make it work. “Are you two drunk?” He sounded slightly shaken, which was enough to make the dress-up-dolls laugh.
“No.” Heechul looked a bit too happy to be able to inform them.
“I kind of wish they were,” Kyuhyun turned his wide eyes towards the only normally dressed person next to himself.
Hangeng sighed. “I know. Me too.” Almost carefully, they turned to look at the amount of glitter the others were wearing still. Hangeng didn’t know if he was more shocked by the huge lumps on Heechul’s chest or the way he otherwise actually looked quite good in his makeup. Distractingly good. Way too good.
By now, Kyuhyun was too busy staring at a set of long legs to notice anything else. He had to swallow hard not to drool. Zhou Mi noticed that and easily – way too easily considering he was wearing those heels – approached him, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Kui Xian! Want to touch my boobs?”
Turned out Kyuhyun did not want to touch Zhou Mi’s boobs. Instead he got rid of them very effectively, very fast. The dress could stay, though, he only pushed the skirt up enough to be able to peel the nylons off Zhou Mi’s legs.
And Zhou Mi decided he might try on a short skirt another time, too, if it resulted in something this mindblowing. After all, Kyuhyun was a legs kind of guy and getting him desperate could only be a good thing.
If Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun locked themselves up for a long, sleepless night, Heechul didn’t have to settle for anything less. Except in his case, the dress wasn’t what got him what he wanted. It was taking the dress off that made Hangeng much happier.
“Where did you get that hideous thing?” He asked somewhere in between feverish kisses.
Heechul simply smirked. “It was a gift from heavens. Now shut up and help me get rid of the damn petticoat.”
Hangeng gladly obliged.
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2464 words.
This was actually mostly a dream I had last night. What is wrong with me? XD
Now maybe I should actually write something with a bit more street cred. I kinda wanna write a multichapter but I know I can’t so I’m resisting. Besides I still have 19038 fics unfinished. Blah.
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG13
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Hangeng/Heechul (though mostly it’s just Mi and Chul bff-ery)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One shouldn’t leave Heechul and Zhou Mi home alone unguarded. It’s not really their fault that a big mysterious box practically lands in their lap. It’s not really their fault either if it results in them dressing up in drag, is it?
Comments: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY. Why am I writing so much crap lately? Whyyyy? I fully blame this on
daidetre. Besides she’s been bugging me to write Hanchul so here. IT COUNTS AS ONE. Even if Geng is only mentioned in like two sentences. So is Kyu though. But yeah. Give it a chance anyway? x)It was quite an ordinary morning. Except that it was quiet, too quiet. Everyone else was busy somewhere else, which had left only Heechul in the dorms alone, and he wasn’t willing to spend a whole afternoon without any human company. So a phone call and some delicate whining (“Seasoning, I am bored, come save me!”) after he had his second favourite Chinese person to keep him company.
The two had only managed to decide on a movie to watch – something they both knew already, so it wouldn’t matter if they got caught up gossiping in the middle of it – and settle on the couch, when the sound of the doorbell cut through the still air. “It’s probably the pizza,” Heechul decided, although it was quite fast for their order to arrive. He heaved himself up from the couch, though, hurrying to get the door.
It was no pizza.
Zhou Mi followed curiously when it seemed to take too long, and the first thing he saw was a massive brown cardboard box that was currently jammed in the doorway. Heechul was talking animatedly with the courier, who looked like he would rather just dump the box there and run his way. “Seasoning!” Heechul sounded almost exasperated, gesturing for his friend to come closer. “This man says that this delivery is for us!”
What followed was a ten minute debate over what it could be and who could’ve ordered something that massive, while in reality neither Heechul nor Zhou Mi had any idea at all. They could’ve probably speculated it forever, before they were cut off quite harshly.
”Yes, well, but could you sign there and accept the package?” The courier was very close to rolling his eyes, obviously frustrated. And well, they had to give the poor man a break, right?
Heechul signed it off and the courier left, obviously pleased, which left them with a huge mystery box that was just calling for them to open it. Heechul knew to be thankful that it was only him and Zhou Mi, since at least Leeteuk would’ve stopped them from opening it until it was absolutely certain it was for them. But who else could it be for?
“Are you sure we’re not expecting a delivery?” Heechul still looked up at Zhou Mi questioningly, hoping that the other man would suddenly remember ordering a huge box of… something. Skin care products, whatever. To his disappointment he got a short headshake, while it didn’t seem that his friend even noticed him, judging by the way he was eyeing the box curiously.
“Let’s open it!” Heechul decided instantly, already waltzing into the kitchen to find a pair of scissors or a sharp knife, anything to cut the meters of tape holding the box together. When he came back with a huge butcher’s knife, Zhou Mi looked slightly alarmed.
“Maybe we shouldn’t… Let’s wait for the others,” he suggested carefully, still eyeing the impressive knife warily.
He got a dismissive snort in return. “And they’d do what? The address line is completely smudged, we have no way of knowing if it’s for us or not. The only way to know is to open it and see what is inside!”
Maybe Heechul sounded convincing enough, or maybe Zhou Mi was just too curious and wanted to see inside the box too. Whatever it was, the latter was finally nodding, and Heechul took it as an invitation to pierce the box with the knife, screeching a loud war-cry to accompany the first hit. Suddenly it was like two little kids on Christmas Eve: two pairs of hands tearing away the cardboard and trying to get into whatever little treasures were lying hidden beneath.
Their expressions would’ve been worth preserving to the next generations in form of a snapshot when they saw what it was.
His mouth was hanging slightly open, his eyes as wide as they got, as Heechul dug out a neatly folded dress from the box. He straightened it, raising it higher so they could see every inch of lace and frilly decoration, little pearls and silvery accessories shining as they reflected the light that hit them. It was quite clearly a wedding dress.
“Okay, this settles it.” Zhou Mi decided with a nod. “It is not for us.” At least he hoped. Who on earth would order a wedding dress? Okay he could see Heechul ordering some kinky leathers and costumes, yes, but a wedding dress?
“No shit, Sherlock,” Heechul rolled his eyes. “Though you’re acting enough like a blushing bride, I wouldn’t put it beyond you to get something lik – Hey! Stop hitting me with that!”
That being the first item Zhou Mi had managed to grab, from the box, and now that they both turned their attention to it, it was clearly an expensive handbag. Something that made Zhou Mi’s eyes shine, nevermind that it was definitely a part of a woman’s wardrobe. “Oh! This is … wow! I wonder what else is in there!”
Heechul abandoned the wedding dress on the floor as they both dug in, throwing aside masses of paper wrapping in their quest to find out what else was hidden beneath.
In the end, they discovered that the box was full of dresses and accessories for a decidedly wealthy woman with an amazing fashion sense. The whole box would cost a small fortune, and for a second they considered packing everything back inside and trying to get the package delivered to its rightful owner.
Just for a second, though.
Until Heechul’s eyes lit up and he threw up one arm, holding something like a sparkly tiara. “Let’s play dress up!”
Zhou Mi was equally enthusiastic. And that’s how they started their competition of Who looks better in drag.
Five minutes later they had turned the box upside down, different dresses and accessories scattered all over the floor and the couch, eager hands trying to find whatever they saw. Preferably shiny and glittery. They play-fought over the best bits, laughing as they tried to suggest the most horrendous combinations for each other. Why on earth, Heechul wondered inwardly, they hadn’t done something like this already long ago? It was hilarious!
Mostly they both knew what they wanted. In Heechul’s case it meant the biggest dress with most lace and sparkling diamonds and pearls, anything to make him shine as he put it. In Zhou Mi’s case it meant the most expensive designer clothes, something that made him almost look like a runway model. With added sparkle and glitter though, he couldn’t really resist shiny things.
The first real issue came in form of a pair of high heels – as in, really high, at least four inch heels – that they both wanted to have. They were classy, they were glittery, and they were everything those two wanted right now. “Hey, give me the high heels! You’re too massively tall for a girl anyway!” Heechul demanded, deciding it was his best argument up to the point.
It was true, though. What was supposed to be a decently long cocktail dress turned to an almost obscenely short mini-dress when Zhou Mi put it on. It left his shoulders bare, as well as at least three kilometres of long legs. If he looked tall under normal circumstances, this made him look practically neverending. Which was a good look on him, admittedly.
“But the heels match my dress!” Zhou Mi protested with the cutest little frown. Not that it worked on Heechul, though, he had some resistance damnit! Unlike some of his friends. “You’re wearing the wedding dress, it doesn’t go with black and golden shoes. You take the white ones!” Zhou Mi went on as he noticed his first argument needed more weight to it.
Of course Heechul knew that. But the golden shimmer of the high heels was tempting. Very tempting indeed. “I’ll trade you a tiara for them.” He looked sternly at the tall Chinese man, who was currently trying to tug up his stockings to look somewhat decent.
Zhou Mi paused for a second. Then he nodded. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
They even completed the looks by rolling up some unneeded scarves and gloves to stuff them into the dress. Every girl needed a nice pair of boobs, right? Heechul went for massive silicones, though, his dress almost unable to take the amount of stuffing he shoved in there. Zhou Mi said that his look was classy and thus he went for smaller breasts, just enough to draw the attention to his chest and to the sparkling necklace he had managed to somehow snatch from Heechul.
“You know, I think my boobies feel quite real!” Zhou Mi announced, cupping his left fake-breast through the dress. The way he squeezed it should’ve probably almost bothered Heechul but he was more curious. “Let me!” He didn’t even wait for an agreement before he grabbed the right one, giving it a tentative squeeze.
“Well,” Heechul drawled, “it feels quite… firm. But how should I know! I never even squeezed a real one.” He grumbled as he realized he had no way to compare. Maybe he could ask one of their stylists later if he could squeeze her breast. Or maybe not. “Wait,” he realized something, “you know how they really feel? I thought you were as gay as a man can get!”
Zhou Mi might’ve looked slightly offended if he hadn’t had this conversation with Heechul already several times. Besides, why take it as an insult when it was true, essentially. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t do some experimenting in my youth!”
“Stop talking like you’re old already,” Heechul snorted, accepting the explanation. “You make me feel ancient.” He turned sideways as he looked into the mirror they had dragged into the living room from one of the other rooms. Not bad, not bad. If one liked the massive DD-cup, at least. “Seasoning… do you think Hannie likes big boobs?”
There was no way Zhou Mi could hold back the gigglesnort that burst free. “Honestly? If he did, I don’t know why he would’ve stuck with you for ages already. But maybe it’d be an …exotic experience.” He smirked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively as his friend turned to look at him instead of the mirror.
Heechul sneered and pointedly dropped his gaze to Zhou Mi’s fake set of tits. “Exotic, eh? I can’t wait to hear what Kyuhyun has to say about that.”
“Oh he won’t even notice them!” Zhou Mi informed cheerfully, beaming like the sun itself. “He’ll be too distracted by my legs!” Which was probably true, seeing that those long legs were only covered in a see-through layer of shimmering nylon, essentially bare and even emphasized by the two inch heels he wore.
“He might be intimidated, though, when his boyfriend suddenly turned to a giant,” Heechul pointed out helpfully.
Zhou Mi was still grinning. “Oh he is used to that.”
They were in the middle of doing their make-up, giggling like girls as they sat on the couch facing each other. This could definitely qualify as a girls’ evening or something, judging by the way the two were gossiping about their boyfriends and trying to make each other as pretty as possible. Heechul had collected the masses of cloth in form of his wedding dress, kneeling in front of his friend as he carefully applied some blush on his cheeks. His own makeup was already done, and Zhou Mi had done a good job with that, he had to admit. And now it was up to him to return the favour, which he tried his best to do.
He had just decided he still needed to apply some glitter on Zhou Mi’s eyelids, but he was distracted by the sound of the door creaking open and somehow all the glitter ended up on his dress instead. Not that one could notice much, the dress was glittery enough to begin with. Looking slightly guilty they jumped up, standing next to the couch awkwardly. Thankfully – neither of them knew how they could be this lucky – it wasn’t someone to give them a motherly scolding (Leeteuk) or someone to blog pictures of them (Donghae) or someone to roll on the floor laughing at them (pretty much anyone else).
It was just Hangeng and Kyuhyun. The only persons they had actually planned to show the results of their dress-up. Though the two didn’t really look all that thrilled right now. They rather looked like they might drop dead from shock any second, staring like they had just seen a ghost instead of two very glittery men in dresses.
For a long, long moment no one said anything, there was just a whole lot of staring going on.
Eventually, Hangeng was the first one to find his voice and make it work. “Are you two drunk?” He sounded slightly shaken, which was enough to make the dress-up-dolls laugh.
“No.” Heechul looked a bit too happy to be able to inform them.
“I kind of wish they were,” Kyuhyun turned his wide eyes towards the only normally dressed person next to himself.
Hangeng sighed. “I know. Me too.” Almost carefully, they turned to look at the amount of glitter the others were wearing still. Hangeng didn’t know if he was more shocked by the huge lumps on Heechul’s chest or the way he otherwise actually looked quite good in his makeup. Distractingly good. Way too good.
By now, Kyuhyun was too busy staring at a set of long legs to notice anything else. He had to swallow hard not to drool. Zhou Mi noticed that and easily – way too easily considering he was wearing those heels – approached him, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Kui Xian! Want to touch my boobs?”
Turned out Kyuhyun did not want to touch Zhou Mi’s boobs. Instead he got rid of them very effectively, very fast. The dress could stay, though, he only pushed the skirt up enough to be able to peel the nylons off Zhou Mi’s legs.
And Zhou Mi decided he might try on a short skirt another time, too, if it resulted in something this mindblowing. After all, Kyuhyun was a legs kind of guy and getting him desperate could only be a good thing.
If Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun locked themselves up for a long, sleepless night, Heechul didn’t have to settle for anything less. Except in his case, the dress wasn’t what got him what he wanted. It was taking the dress off that made Hangeng much happier.
“Where did you get that hideous thing?” He asked somewhere in between feverish kisses.
Heechul simply smirked. “It was a gift from heavens. Now shut up and help me get rid of the damn petticoat.”
Hangeng gladly obliged.
---
2464 words.
This was actually mostly a dream I had last night. What is wrong with me? XD
Now maybe I should actually write something with a bit more street cred. I kinda wanna write a multichapter but I know I can’t so I’m resisting. Besides I still have 19038 fics unfinished. Blah.
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.