"YAAAAAAA!!!"
Changbin launched himself like an angry bunny, tackling Chan sideways onto the bed.
Chan squeaked (actual high-pitched squeak) as they rolled, hoodie burrito vs. leader wolf, limbs flying everywhere.
"Give—me—my—present!" Changbin demanded, jabbing Chan's ribs.
"Never!" Chan wheezed, laughing so hard he was crying, trying to trap Changbin's wrists. "Defeat me first!"
It was ten seconds of pure chaos; grabbing, giggling, fake growling, hair pulling, hoodie riding up, legs tangling. And then, Changbin finally won, flopping on top, pinning Chan down with his full weight.
They froze, panting, noses almost touching. Changbin's messy hair, flushed cheeks, victorious grin one inch away from Chan's face.
"Got you," he whispered with a smug.
Chan's laughter faded. His eyes dropped to Changbin's lips. "Yeah..." he said, heavy breathing.
Then he surged up and kissed him. Changbin pulled away — sulking and let out a tiny, defeated huff and rolled back into Chan's lap like a grumpy cat claiming its spot.
Chan smiled into his hair for one second…
then moved. Before Changbin could even blink, Chan shifted, sliding down until he was lying half on top of him, chest to chest, knees bracketing Changbin's hips. The hoodie burrito was officially trapped.
"Hyu—"
Chan kissed the rest of the word away. Changbin made a shocked little sound that turned into a moan the second Chan licked into his mouth.
Hands were everywhere. Chan's fingers slid under the hood, threading through Changbin's hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. Changbin's palms pressed flat against Chan's back, dragging him closer like he was scared Chan might disappear.
They broke apart only to breathe, foreheads still touching, noses brushing.
"Still sulking?" Chan whispered, voice rough.
Changbin answered by pulling him down again.
This kiss was messier, open-mouthed, desperate. Chan rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, and Changbin's breath hitched so hard the sound echoed in the quiet room. Their legs tangled. Hoodie zippers clinked. Christmas lights from the window painted red and gold across their skin.
Chan kissed down his jaw, his throat, found that spot under Changbin's ear that always makes him weak and stayed there, sucking gently until Changbin was trembling.
"Hyung—" It came out wrecked.
Chan came back to his mouth like he couldn't stay away, swallowing every sound. Tongues sliding, teeth grazing, lips swollen and slick. Changbin's hands slipped under Chan's shirt, palms hot against bare skin, nails dragging lightly down his spine and making Chan shudder hard enough to break the kiss with a shaky laugh.
They kept going like that (kissing like air didn't matter, hips rolling slow and filthy, hands mapping every inch they could reach without actually taking clothes off). Minutes blurred. The room was nothing but heat and heartbeats and the soft, wet sounds of mouths that refused to separate for longer than a second.
Eventually Chan pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Changbin's, both of them panting into each other's mouths.
"Still want my gift? " he asked, voice hoarse.
"Shut up."
They giggled. Changbin dragged him down again, kissing him so sweetly, so deeply, that the last of the fear melted out of the room. Eventually the kisses slowed, turned lazy and soft, like they had all the time in the world now. Chan dropped one last kiss to the corner of Changbin's swollen lips, then to his forehead, then let his head fall beside him on the pillow. They stayed tangled for more minutes, legs intertwined, breathing finally calm.
The room was quiet again… except for the soft rustle of sheets and the faint creak of the bed that definitely hadn't been there an hour ago.
Changbin's hoodie was zipped down just enough to show a brand-new, bright red mark blooming right over his collarbone (Chan's favourite spot). Chan's shirt was somewhere on the floor. The Christmas lights blinked once… twice…
then stayed steady, like even they were too shy to keep watching.
Changbin's voice came out sleepy-rough, barely a whisper against Chan's neck:
"…Merry Christmas, hyung."
Chan smiled into his hair, fingers tracing lazy circles on bare skin that definitely hadn't seen the light five minutes ago.
"Best one yet."