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“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Minseok said to Baekhyun. He tried to pull himself up to his full height, but even then he was still a few inches shorter than Baekhyun.

Baekhyun looked amused. “Really hyung?” he said with a sarcastic tilt to his lips. “Are you sure?”

Baekhyun pulled at the edges of Minseok’s shirt. and Minseok gulped suddenly unsure. Minseok was too busy staring at where Baekhyun had teasingly pulled up his own shirt to show Minseok the lines of Baekhyun’s stomach to see the triumphant look on Baekhyun’s face.

Baekhyun dropped his shirt suddenly and pushed Minseok back onto the bed. Minseok was too startled to do anything but stare up at Baekhyun in confusion.

Baekhyun tugged at Minseok’s shirt as he crouched over him and without thinking Minseok lifted his arms and allowed himself to be stripped of his shirt.

“Good boy,” Baekhyun said and Minseok shivered, both from the words and the way Baekhyun’s long fingers were circling his , bringing it to a point in the cold room. Baekhyun’s grin was feral as he straddled Minseok’s thighs with his own. “Now, ask Daddy nicely to take his shirt off.”