spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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All his life Felix loved to massage other people.

His mother when he was younger. Then his friends. Some of his lovers.

It was his way of showing that he cared. Showing affection.

His mother was right, it was his love language.

Then why Minho?

He shouldn't.

But it was too late now.

He had already started and... part of him wanted to.

Minho sat on his bed, shirtless, head hanging while Felix slowly spread the salve over his reddened scar and the muscles around it.

The older breathed carefully.

Wether it was because of the pain or the situation, Felix couldn't tell.

'Say if it hurts too much or if you want me to stop, okay?'

He hated his voice for sounding so dark and husky.

Minho just hummed.

His half long hair hung in his face, not allowing Felix to catch a glimpse at it.

So he just concentrated on the back.

Minho had goosebumps.

The muscles were really cramped.

His skin was white as ash. His bare back probably hadn't seen sunlight for centuries.

Felix couldn't help but imagine him taking sunbathes in his garden.

He chuckled.

'What is it?'

'You're as pale as a sheet of paper, Minho'

'I'm practically living in a cave, what do you expect?' His voice was soft, somehow amused as well.

'You should take sunbathes in my garden until you're nicely tanned'

He huffed.

'And then?'

'Then you'll look less like a... corpse'

'You're so mean'

Minho laughed silently, immediately wincing in pain.

'Sorry' Felix said reflexively, taking his hand away.

'You didn't do anything, princess'

Princess.

Felix had to admit that he was addicted to Minho calling him that.

For some it might seem a little dismissive, but... the way Minho said it, his soft tone, was anything but that.

Felix wanted to engrave the sound of it in his head.

He continued massaging the salve in.

He took his other hand to help as well.

As he started to slowly press into the cramped areas, Minho let out a groan.

'It's really stiff there', Felix explained. 'Tell me if it hurts too much'

'It's okay, it hurts but it.. feels good, too. I think it helps'

Minho held his breath as Felix went on. Small whimpers and noises were leaving his lips anyways.

The blonde tried not to think about it.

He saw Minho's hand gripping his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as Felix pressed into an especially cramped muscle.