The only acceptable one they can cut off is the blonde dumb son. Queen Meg & family need to remain.
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Chanyeol lifted Jongin up onto the counter, planting both hands onto the glass surface and fitting his body into the space between Jongin’s legs, their lips still locked. The situation was getting heated and Jongin relished in it, the blood that had supported the blush in his cheeks all rushing down into his pants in a quick fashion. He didn’t know when Chanyeol had started working his tongue into his mouth but he loved it, rubbing their tongues together until Jongin could feel his saliva dribble past his chin and even see a string of it connecting his lips with Chanyeol’s when they pulled away from each other.