Time seemed to fly by. Winter was upon them in what seemed like the blink of the eye and Christmas trees were already lining the streets. Although such a big holiday was coming up, Taemin had an even bigger one on his mind.

                Climbing into bed with a tray of food in his hand, he straddled his sleeping partner.

                “Honey, wake up okay? I made you breakfast and I’ll be sad if it gets cold. Ah, but don’t move too much because if I fall over, you won’t be able to eat it anyways.”

                Yawning, Minho’s half-conscious mind registered the command, shifting slowly as he stretched.

                “What time is it?” He asked.

                “It’s ten, Honey.”

                “Huh…? How? The alarm clock is set to eight…”

                “But I turned it off before I woke up.”

                “Why?”

                “It’s your birthday! You deserve to sleep in!”

                Minho smiled, blindly groping around for Taemin’s hand until he captured it, bringing it to his lips and giving it a kiss. “But then there’s even more reason for me to wake up early; so I don’t waste my birthday in bed when I could be spending it with you.”

                “Well then hurry up and eat so that I can give you your present.” Taemin smiled.

                “Actually, can you do me a favour?”

                “Maybe. What is it?”

                Sitting up to eat, he smiled when his lover reached forward, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

                “I made two appointments today.”

                “Oh yeah?”

                “Yes. One is at one of the studios at school. You know, we have the end of year assignment coming up so I rented the studio a few weeks but I forgot my birthday was today. I was hoping that I could take some photos of you, Kitten. Well actually, us.”

                Taemin nodded. “Okay, where’s the other one?”

                “Ah, well I rented the studio for three hours from twelve to three and then I made an appointment at a suit place that one of my friends now works at.”

                “Why do you need a suit? Don’t you already have your black one? Is something wrong with it?” The blonde asked, handing Minho his tea.

                “Well we both need new suits for the wedding, right? You can’t wear any old suit. And you said you want a longer, white one, so that’ll be harder to find.”

                “But we’re getting married in the summer, aren’t we?” Taemin blushed.

                “Yeah, but you always get the dresses and suits early because you have to find one you like, make sure it matches your price, have it tailored. It’s a longer process than you may think.”

                “Okay, so when’s the suit appointment?”

                “Well I booked it for four.”

                “So we have an hour to get from point A to point B, huh?”

                “Yes.”

                “How long will it take?”

                “Probably a few hours as well.”

                Whining, Taemin pouted, shaking his head. “Then when are we supposed to celebrate your birthday?! Tomorrow’s Monday!”

                “We can celebrate a little bit throughout the day, Kitten.”

                “That’s not good enough…”

                “Then… what about tonight when we get back? We can have a drink, some cake. It’ll be great.”

                “Is that okay…?”

                “Of course, Kitten. As long as you’re with me, it’s a good day.”

                “Okay then…”

                “Now let’s eat and get ready so we’re not late for twelve!” Minho smiled charmingly, winning the younger boy over.

                “Taemin, don’t do your makeup, okay? There’ll be someone there to do it for you.” Minho told him as he walked by the bathroom, noticing Taemin with eyeliner in his hand.

                “O-oh? Okay!”

                Placing everything aside, the two grabbed their coats and headed for the car.

                As they drove towards Minho’s school, they stopped for coffee, filling themselves up with warmth.

                “Honey, what’s the photo shoot about?”

                Stopping at a red light, Minho reached over, ruffling Taemin’s blonde hair. “Well, it just so happens that everyone in my class is currently in a relationship, so we decided to make the theme something like ‘Christmas with my Darling’, or at least something along those lines. They key is that we have to make the pictures look good but we also have to sell a product.”

                “What product?”

                “That’s up to us.”

                “So what did you pick?”

                “Well I went to the mall the other day and a lot of brands released really… Christmas-y clothing, and I noticed these and thought that it’d be easy to sell it, especially with your body.” Minho explained, pulling out a box of several, red and green patterned briefs.

                “Well sells.” Taemin chuckled, pulling each pair out of the box to examine it.

                “Yeah. Um, I also bought the, the, um… matching in that collection. I mean, everyone in my class knows I’m gay and they know I’m engaged, even my teachers, but I think that for assignments, because people are bias when it comes to uality in modern day-”

                “I get it, Honey. Submitting photographs of a straight couple will naturally get higher marks than a photo of a gay couple. I mean, I guess I’m okay with it… just, if you could maybe not be too intimate with the other model…”

                “No, no, no! I was going to ask you if you could maybe, you know, cross dress for some of the photos… I wouldn’t be able to take a half decent photograph with any girl… I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay too, but I don’t know…”

                “Me? Like… but I don’t have a chest and down there… you know, it doesn’t look like a girl’s…”

                “It’s easy to edit that in. Besides, I planned for if you said yes and if you said no. I told the makeup artist and hairstylist to bring extensions and fake eyelashes, stuff like that. I also bought the matching bra that goes with the and some matching heels. Um, but like I said, if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine.”

                Smiling, Taemin leaned over the armrests, kissing Minho on the cheek. “I’ll do anything for you. And I’m happier to hear that you want me to dress like a girl than replace me with a girl.”

                Taemin felt like a professional model not too long after, surrounded by a group of professionals who speedily worked at perfecting his imperfections.

                Calling Minho over, they got him to look over his fiancé, nodding when he was happy with what they saw. Seconds later, with both boy’s styled, they all ran out.

                “Wow, they must be really busy.” Taemin commented.

                “Yeah, well most people have classes Monday through Saturday so Sunday is everyone’s only free day, and well, that’s when the studios and staff are needed the most, insanely so really. Anyways, care to take the robe off and step onto the set?” Minho asked.

                Standing up, Taemin stripped.

                Smirking, Minho smack his bottom as he walked by, over his lips.

                “What if I said I changed my mind and that I don’t want anyone else to see you like this?”

                “Then I’d be upset on the staff’s behalf.”

                “Kiss me.” Minho demanded.

                “Carry me onto the set.” Taemin laughed, jumping into Minho’s arms as they shared kisses, the elder bringing him over onto the completely black set, sitting him down on a red cube.

                “Now sit here, Kitten, and strike a y pose.”

                Running back over to the camera, Minho held the remote in his hand.

                Taemin was more than cooperative, showing his body off at every angle.

                Draping himself over the block, he on his fingers, deciding to play around with the cameraman a little.

                “Cameraman, I’m so lonely out here on this set. Why don’t you come make me feel good?”

                “Or make you feel good and come?”

                “These are so loose, Honey… They’re basically coming off…” The blonde continued, pulling the briefs off to expose his hipbone.

                “Hold that pose.” Minho whispered, taking the shot. “Perfect… Well now I have about two hundred photos, should I join you?”

                “I want you to come here, and hold me, and do naughty things, and record them so that you can look back and see how big of a ert you are.”

                “You want to shoot a o?” Minho laughed, amused as he adjusted the viewfinder so that he could see himself and Taemin in it, walking towards the blonde.

                “Hand me the remote.” Taemin said, grabbing at the electronic piece of plastic.

                Handing it over, Minho lifted the younger boy, sitting down with him in his lap. Without a second wasted, Taemin kissed him passionately, clicking the button on the remote as much as possible to document their few seconds of less . 

                “Hey,” Minho scolded him, laughing, “Don’t abuse your privilege…” Stealing the remote back, Minho took Taemin by the waist, moving him into the first position. “Stay like this, Baby.”

                Doing just as told, Taemin gave Minho the most seductive look he could manage, noting the boy’s reaction.

                “If you do that, there really are going to be pictures of you that are a lot more revealing than you’d want them to be.  Or someone might come in on us too. They’ll see you on your knees, begging while I move in and out of you. Or you’ll moan, and it’ll echo throughout the building.”

                Seeing the ideas Minho pitched a little too appealing, Taemin found himself getting , pouting as he stayed still in his position until he heard the camera shutter close. “Stop it, I’ll end up getting hard and then I’ll really be a helpless pain in the .”

                “Thank you, Kitten.” Minho smiled, knowing he had done well.

                They spent the next hour in different positions, ones Taemin loved for showing off his confidence and ones Taemin dreaded for letting Minho get too close.

                When the elder decided that there were enough photos, they both put their robes back on, calling in the makeup staff once more. This time, Taemin felt anything but comfortable, shy as a bra was put on him by one person, false eyelashes and lipstick put on by another. The hairstylists put in blonde extensions that matched his hair perfectly and he was shocked to think that he was pretty, lipstick, lashes, curls, and all. When he was done, they moved onto Minho. He took this time to grab the and head into the changing room, swapping them in for his briefs.

                He was shocked by how tiny and sheer they were, suddenly losing the motivation he had received while getting his hair and makeup done. Putting on the heels that matched, he stood in front of the mirror, glancing over here nearly body. Even though the fit snuggly on his hips, the front piece barely managed to cover him and he was afraid that if he moved at all, something would fall out. His body also didn't compliment the bra at all, the cups remaining unfilled. He didn't want to leave. If Minho or anyone else saw him, they’d definitely laugh.

Minho was now finished, looking just as handsome in this look as he did in the previous one. Seeing as Taemin hadn't returned yet, they decided to add all final touch ups on him right away. When that was also finished but Taemin was still missing in action, the elder began to worry. He knew Taemin enough to know that he'd be done by now. The staff gave him a few minutes, but after that, they all apologetically said "Minho, we have to go. The others really need us and if we stay here, well fall behind..."

Giving them a reassuring smile, he nodded. “Okay, then… I’m guessing the final touch ups for him are the same like mine?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll try my best to do what I can myself.”

“Okay, thank you Minho! Good luck!”

As the group left, Minho went in the opposite direction, heading towards the changing rooms. Reaching Taemin’s door, he knocked.

“Kitten?”

“Don’t come in!” Taemin yelled.

“Kitten, what’s the matter?”

“Don’t come in, Minho! I swear!”

“Kitten, I’m coming in…”

He heard staggered footsteps and as he tried pushing the door in, he noticed he was met with a couple dozen pounds of resistance. “Minho, I’m serious! Don’t come in!”

“Kitten, what’s wrong?”

“I look… ugly… I don’t want you to see me like this…”

Sighing, Minho rested his head against the door. “Taemin, can I see you? I promise that if you really don’t want to, I won’t make you come out, but I just want to see.”

There was silence, and then he heard a whispered, “Hold on” from behind the door.

Seconds later, the force holding the door shut was gone and he was given permission to enter. What he was going to see what something he was anything but prepared for.

Taemin sat on a stool across from him, tightly wrapped up in his robe and clearly on the verge of tears.

Closing the door behind himself, Minho walked closer and pulled Taemin up to his feet, noticing how much taller the heels made him, their lips already aligned without any need of anyone leaning down or up.

He was genuinely in shock about how beautiful and convincing Taemin looked. The quivering lip and glassy eyes made it a mission not to make love to him right then and there.

“Can I… take your robe off?” He asked, clearing his throat, reminding himself to stay calm.

“D-don’t laugh… a-and if you think I look disgusting, just tell me to change, okay? Don’t say it because I already know…”

Nodding, he took a deep breath, taking both sides of the robe and slowly peeling them apart, closing his eyes.

When he opened them, he was faced with something his mind and body weren’t prepared for.

His gaze first landed on Taemin’s huge eyes. Then, it traveled downward to a bra that did no job of hiding the blonde’s at all, showing off the soft, pink buds. As if Minho wasn’t already fighting an , the next view nearly brought him to his . A tiny triangular piece of cotton attempted to cover Taemin’s member, so tight that it outlined the shaft perfectly as it trembled. The long legs balancing on two heels seemed to be a glorious bonus. As the robe was draped from Taemin’s arms, the blonde tiptoed closer, pressing his body against Minho’s, trying to hide the view.

“I told you… it looks weird and… this is so embarrassing…”

Letting his robe slip off of his shoulders as well, he took Taemin’s hands and slipped them into his briefs. He guided them, looping each one of the blonde’s fingers around , squeezing it.

“Do you feel that, Kitten?” Minho asked. The younger boy stayed quiet, burying his face in the elder’s hair. “I was soft coming in here and I’m already this hard.”

Being considerate of the boy’s heels, he slowly backed him up against the wall, pinning the blonde with his body. Pinching the bottom of the bra, he slid it upwards, unveiling Taemin’s s. Bending his legs, he trapped the hardening bud between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.

Stumbling, Taemin moaned, nails digging into the elder’s back. “M-Minho…”

“I’m really hard now. Seeing you like this is such a turn on.”

over his lips, the blonde tried to stay quiet, barely holding himself up as Minho’s tongue and fingers travelled between his s.

“May-maybe you’re straight then… b-because I look like a girl, r-right? So maybe-”

“Kitten, don’t ruin the mood.” Minho growled, “I’m still getting to the good part… You know, I’d ask you to blow me, but with all the lipstick and concealer and stuff, I think you’d ruin more makeup than I would, so stand still, okay?”

Taemin nodded, watching breathlessly as Minho lowered himself and, in the slowest way possible, tugged the down, letting the fall to the blonde’s ankles. He was embarrassed by how quickly sprang up for the older boy to devour.

“Minho… I can’t stand like this…”

“Well you’re going to have to try your best.”

As they stepped out of the changing room, Taemin’s smile only seemed to grow each time he looked at the elder.

“Honey, you always make me feel really special.”

“Good. That’s my jog as your fiancé, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know, but if it is, I really don’t mind.”

“Okay Kitten, got back to the set. We’ll take a few shots of you alone, I’ll take some of me, and then we’ll take a whole bunch together. And don‘t feel shy, alright? Even if something does look off, I’ll just edit it. You won’t even notice.”

Sharing one last kiss, they parted, even though it was only by a few meters.

Minho noticed that this photo shoot was a lot different than the previous. Taemin had a new sense of confidence, flaunting his uality and he spread his legs not only for Minho, but for the camera.

This only made the elder want to finish his solo photo shoot done as quickly as possible. Planning out his positions before Taemin was even done, he finished with both of them, moving on to the time he looked forward to the most, when him and Taemin could acceptably crawl all over each other.

Moments like this made him realise how much he loved working with Taemin and how he’d switch him in for a bowl of ‘artistically’ placed fruit any day.

“Minho!” The blonde whined into his ear, “I’m hungry. After we’re done this, let’s go eat by the river, okay?”

“We can finish up now if you’d like.”

“Only if you have enough pictures.”

“I do, baby.”

Smiling, Taemin nodded. Both of them sat up but before Minho could stand up, Taemin straddled him. Forcing the elder’s mouth open with his tongue, Taemin gave him a few seconds of passionate kissing, happy with the positive reaction.

“Honey, when we get home, let’s-”

“Yeah, we definitely will. Go get changed, okay?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to be the one undressing me?”

“If I do, we’ll end up having again and then we’ll be late for our appointment at the tailor’s.”

Pouting, Taemin left a hickey on Minho’s bare chest, smirking as he walked off, giving the elder a sight to be proud of, seduced by even.

Sighing, the elder stood up and walked towards his camera, looking over the most recent photos. That’s when someone came in, peeking around.

“Hey.” Chansung projected.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I was peeking a bit. The makeup artists haven’t been able to stop talking about your model for a second. I saw her. She’s really pretty.”

“You think so?” Minho asked, laughing.

“Are you dating her? I thought you were with Taemin but I guess no one told me that was over. She is really pretty though, so I don’t think you traded down. Actually, I’m really jealous. How did you meet her?”

Surprised, Minho faced him. “Wait, are you serious? That was Taemin.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not.”

“There’s no way that was Taemin, just tell me where you got the model.”

“Taemin!” Minho suddenly called.

“Yeah?!”

“Have you changed yet?!”

“No! Well, I took the bra off! Why?!”

“Can you put your robe on and come out here for a second?! Just in what you’re wearing!”

“Um, okay!”

There was the sound of heels hitting floor and soon enough, someone Minho claimed to be Taemin came into view. “What is it, Honey?”

“Chansung wanted to see you.”

When the blonde spotted the boy, he smiled, making his way over with his arms open, hugging him tightly. “Hi, hyung!”

“There’s no way…” Pulling back, Chansung examined him closely, determining that it really was the truth. “What the hell- can-… You’re so hot… oh my god…” Inconspicuously groping the younger boy, he swallowed. “Hey, let me you once.”

“No way!” Minho interrupted, pulling Taemin back. “Get out, get out, get out.” He chased the other boy out.

“I’ll call you later, Taemin!” Were Chansung’s last words.

When the door shut, Minho shook his head. “Don’t answer any calls from him.”

Smiling, the blonde poked the elder’s chest. “You can answer them for me. Anyways, I’ll be going back now.”

“Okay. I’ll go change in a few seconds. Let’s not waste time, alright? We have to get you into a white suit by the end of today.”

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really excited… I can’t wait to see what I’ll look like as your husband!”

With that, he jogged off, leaving Minho with a fluttering heart.