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[ In photo: A man lying face down on one side of a king sized bed, hands buried under pillows, asleep.  A white duvet covers him from toes to mid-torso. On his back, speckled with beauty marks, streaks of light from the window dot his spine, hair mussed. ]

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Sehun had expected Junmyeon’s favourites to be the photos he had spent actual time planning and arranging. There was one shoot at a beach that took a few weeks to set up, and there was that other time when he’d begged a senior to let them use the school stage, promising they won’t do anything .

(Junmyeon hadn’t lied, mostly. Rope is an art, okay, and Sehun wasn’t allowed to come that day anyway.)

He’s expecting those photos to turn up, but instead the first post he sees is something else.

“That’s… just me on any random weekend morning when I sleep in,” Sehun blurts out. He doesn’t realise he’s sat up and has his neck out blinking ridiculously at the photo until Jongin laughs, tugs his posture back into a more comfortable cuddle against his chest.

“Hmm-mm,” Junmyeon hums from in front of the screen. He turns then, looks at Sehun with so much fondness in his gaze that Sehun feels a little light-headed. Luckily, Jongin’s arms around his waist serve as an anchor and Sehun finds his hands skimming over the warm skin to steady himself. After a few breaths without any words said, Sehun finds himself reaching for Junmyeon, watches Junmyeon’s mouth part slightly in a soft exhale as he moves in to fit his cheek against Sehun’s palm.

“Kiss him,” Jongin whispers, breath fanning against Sehun’s neck, and Sehun catches a small smile form on Junmyeon’s face before his eyes instinctively flutter close as Junmyeon leans in. Junmyeon tastes familiar against his lips – soft lips gently ling, playful nips soothed over with a skilled tongue – and it doesn’t take long before the little rises and falls of their chest synchronise with each other’s, kissing leisurely, unhurried and thorough. Sehun pays particular attention to Junmyeon’s little sighs, the soft moans that don’t quite make sound because Sehun swallows all of them against his lips before they escape. Behind him, Jongin nudges his nose against Sehun’s cheek, lazy and content and Sehun cradles Junmyeon’s face between one hand, then two, before he feels Jongin cover his palm, hand sliding down over Sehun’s onto Junmyeon’s neck, shoulder, under his shirt. Everything’s easy, hazy and Sehun doesn’t keep track of how long they kiss, Jongin making little sounds of appreciation until his lips and Junmyeon’s finally part, chest a little tight from the lack of oxygen but also something else like overwhelming fondness. Junmyeon’s lips are swollen, red, and before he says a word, Jongin leans in, kisses the corn