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“So it’s basically like your regular mistletoe”, Minho explains with a devious grin on his face.
All of them have been summoned into their big living room, six figures sitting on the couch, all cuddled together. It’s gotten colder, the past few weeks, now that they are approaching Christmas with huge steps.
But they don’t just have a giant old-school mansion for nothing – the fireplace below the TV crackles quietly, casting ominous shadows over Seungmin’s and Minho’s faces.
It makes Minho’s expression seem even more sinister. “Except, instead of kissing… you have to give a blowjob to the other person.”
Seungmin and Minho look completely satisfied with themselves, standing in front of everyone proudly as they inform the group of their latest mischief.
A piece of paper in Minho’s hands is scribbled all over with the details of their plan. It had been a rather spontaneous idea, a joke between them, really! But the thought had been planted into their brains and grown into something bigger before either of them realized.
“Oooooh that sounds fun!”, Jisung immediately yaps, clapping. Of course he’s excited about it, Minho muses.
Jeongin’s head is red – still not used to their shenanigans, but everyone knows he’s secretly thrilled – while Felix looks a bit as if he doesn’t quite grasp the concept.
The more dominant members of the household, especially Chan and Changbin, share a rather confused look.
“Um… I mean”, Chan says, clearing his throat as he leans forward, bracing his lower arms on his spread knees.
The casual manspread makes him look all like the frat boy leader he is, and Minho tries not to salivate at the aura he so effortlessly exudes when he looks like that. Like he could have everyone in the room on their knees with a snap of his fingers. “It sounds fun and all, but… the three sluts basically suck me dry if I’m not running away fast enough, so it’s a bit vain, no?”
Jeongin and Hyunjin chide a loud “Hey!”, not sure who of them he meant, while Felix sighs longingly and Jisung nods.
Seungmin is the one to cross his arms with that cocky grin that lets all of them know they were fully expecting Chan to react like that. “Sure. But if we do it like this… by the rules of the game, you can get a blowjob from anyone in the house.”
Changbin gasps, slamming his hands on his knees. “Even Chan?”
The glint that crosses Minho’s eyes reveals his true motives for this game. He nods as Chan looks between all the others with a raised eyebrow, wary. “Even Chan.”
“Oh yes, I’m in!”, Changbin yells.
“Wait”, Chan protests, grimacing. “I have nothing to gain from this! Why would I join that silly game?”
Felix giggles, leaning over the laps of the others to sling his arms around Chan, looking up at him with warm eyes. He blinks innocently. “Are you scared, hyung?”
Laughing, Chan pats Felix’s head – maybe a bit too hard if Felix’s wince is any indication. He doesn’t move away, though. “Of course I’m not scared”, Chan growls with a smile on his face that looks more like he’s baring his teeth.
“It’s okay, hyung”, Changbin says from his other side with a pat to his shoulder. “Not every mouth can take my girth. It takes talent.”
Chan’s eye twitches.
Minho smirks. This is all going according to plan. There are not a lot of things that can rile Chan up and bait him into something – but his ongoing sort-of-competition with Changbin is one of them.
Sort-of, because Changbin gives exactly zero fucks about competing with Chan, and everyone knows it. Even Chan. Changbin owns the frat building, for fucks sake, and yet they both agreed Chan would be the frat leader.
Chan is top of the hierarchy, unchallenged, and he also arguably has the biggest dick – if Changbin wouldn’t be almost as long as him and a nice half inch thicker.
Something all of the subs know to use well when Chan doesn’t feel in the mood to fuck them. One nonchalantly uttered sentence like “Okay, I’ll just find Changbin then, he always fills me out so well”, has them pinned down faster than they can start to drool.
Chan knows this.
Chan knows they use it against him, he knows it’s petty and he knows they all love each other to pieces. But he allows it to irk him, because honestly… it adds to the fun. It turns him on a bit, that mimicry of competition, that swell of power in his chest of winning, and leading, and owning.
“I can easily take you, Changbin”, Chan says with that pointed eyebrow that immediately sends chills through the room. The temperature drops a good five degrees and Changbin shudders under Chan’s darkened stare, suddenly pinned with the leader’s attention.
“Besides…”, Chan leans closer to Changbin, who has no choice but to cower away until he’s pressed against Hyunjin next to him. Hyunjin kindly enough holds Changbin in place, watching the situation unfold with a smirk on his face.
“It’s not like any of you will win this against me.” He points at them one by one. “If you want to play this, I’ll get every. Single. One of you fuckers to suck me off, I hope you know that.”
Silence follows his words for a moment, unsure how to handle the sudden sexual tension. Jisung looks about ready to volunteer as the first one.
“Great!”, Minho claps, smiling widely. “Then everyone is on board!”
Hyunjin cocks his head, his tight hold on Changbin transforming into a back hug. “Just a second. How are we going to determine who’s the sucker and who the suckee?”
“You did not just use those terms”, Chan groans, leaning back again, but Hyunjin shrugs.
Seungmin looks a bit grossed out as well (really, how can someone who looks this hot make something erotic sound so unsexy?) but he answers. “Whoever points out the mistletoe first once both of you are beneath it gets to be sucked off. If you want to ask if that means that you can lure someone beneath a mistletoe, then the answer is yes, absolutely. That is half the point of this game.”
Jeongin, who has been chewing his lip raises a hand. Immediately, Seungmin’s eyes soften as they land on him. Minho rolls his eyes. Their puppy is such a simp for their maknae it’s tooth-rotting, honestly.
“Yes, Jeongin-ah?”
“Won’t you guys have an advantage?”, he asks, looking from Minho to Seungmin. “If you are the ones hanging up the mistletoes, you’ll know all the spots, right?”
Chan gives Minho a flat look, as if he hadn’t expected anything else. “Jeongin does have a point. What an easy win that would be for you, wouldn’t it? How convenient.”
Minho’s smile is saccharine for a moment before he gestures to Seungmin. “Seungmin’s and mine will have different colours. I can only use Seungmin’s and vice versa. That way it’s fair.”
For a moment, Chan ponders, probably wondering why Minho would agree to that deal. After all, that means that means Minho will only have half the chances to get a blowjob – but also only half the risk to blow someone else.
Well.
“Once you’re done”, Seungmin continues, “the one who got sucked off will collect the mistletoe. There will be nine mistletoes in total, and the one with the most of them gets a special price.”
That has giggling erupt all over the couch, musing what that special price could be.
Seungmin and Minho exchange a look of combined mischief, visible by the glint in their eyes. “Oh, and we have one last rule”, Minho says.
Everyone’s eyes are on them.
Seungmin smirks with a sinister glow in his expression. “No sex until all mistletoes are collected.”
By the fireplace, in the living room, where all of them can go to check, Seungmin has taped a carefully crafted piece of paper stating the "RULES":
No. 1: The game includes nine mistletoes in total. Minho’s are green (5) and Seungmin’s are golden (4). Every day until Christmas, one (1) mistletoe will be hidden somewhere in the house. On the first and last day of the game, two (2) mistletoes will be hidden.
No. 2: Whoever points out the mistletoe while he and another participant are underneath it, gets a blowjob from the second person. The participant who pointed out the mistletoe is the one who is entitled to collecting the mistletoe afterwards.
No. 3: Minho and Seungmin can only use the other person’s mistletoes, respectively, no matter if active or passive.
No. 4: Whoever gave the blowjob may get one (1) orgasm as well.
No. 5: All orgasms, except for the use of mouth during a mistletoe-blowjob, are to be non-penetrative. That includes, but is not limited to: Any form of stimulation that involves a mouth, a butt, thighs, or armpits. This includes passive as well as active stimulation.
No. 6: Unless it is in the context of a mistletoe, no sex or orgasms are allowed. That includes, but is not limited to: Edging, non-penetrative sex, grinding against an object with the goal of sexual stimulation.
No. 7: Whoever has the most mistletoes by Christmas wins a special price.
GOOD LUCK!