Happy Birthday, Husband!
Title: I've Got My Hooks In You
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: slight bondage, cum-swapping, needle-play/suspension, blood-play, slight feltching, and general man-handling over all.
Summary: Key has rather unconventional plans for Minho.
A/N: EXTREMELY belated b-day fic for muh hubby nerd_b00ger . Sorry it took me so long!!!
***
Minho felt an uncomfortable weight on him, nudging him out of slumber. He opened his eyes but was only met with blackness. He squirmed underneath the pressure, trying to sit up, only to realize that he couldn't move his arms or legs.
"What the -" He was cut off by a round of demonic-grade giggling.
"Comfortable?" Key's voice rang playfully, yet managing to send an icy chill down the younger boy's spine.
"Key, what the hell??!??" Minho growled as he struggled against his restraints.
"Don't ask obvious questions." Key punctuated with a poke to the rapper's side, earning a rather undignified girly squeal from the other boy.
"It kills the mood." The smaller boy finished with a pout.
"Mood? You call this-" Minho struggled against his bonds, "- mood??? You've got to be fucking kidding me." The rapper scoffed.
There was an odd noise, something akin to plastic being stretched, coupled with a loud rip; something sticky covering Minho's lips. Duct-tape. Key had duct-taped his mouth. The younger boy began to thrash wildly, his curses muffled.
"You are so annoying. You know, I preferred you when you were 'the quiet one'. I have half a mind to chloroform you, but seeing as how we're the only ones here... I see no point."
Minho heard a metallic rustling and immediately froze. He had no idea what the older boy was planning, but he was fairly certain it involved pain. The hollow clinking that suddenly resounded told him all he needed to know.
Suspension.
Key ran one of the hooks along Minho's chest, the chilly metal raising goosebumps on his skin.
"It's been a while since I strung you up." The blonde teased as he drug the metal lower, grazing the rapper's hardening cock.
Minho whimpered at the images of last time; flashing through his mind in rapid-fire fashion.
"Are you going to be good? That's the only way I'm going to give you what we both know you want." Key whispered against Minho's neck, licking slowly along his jugular.
The rapper nodded swiftly, attempting to suppress the shudder of excitement that was washing over him. The older boy undid the restraints on Minho's wrists and ankles; nudging him over to lay on his stomach. The snap of rubber was heard as Key sheathed his hands. Minho briefly wondered where the hell Key kept getting the medical supplies, but the question was lost when he felt cold liquid being swabbed over his upper back in slow strokes. Key always did like to draw everything out. Minho winced as he felt the clamp take hold of his skin.
"Here's the first one, are you ready?"
Minho gave a small nod in affirmation while sucking in a deep breath. The large-bore hook tore through his skin swiftly as he exhaled. This wasn't the first time they had done something like this, not even the second or third, but the pain never ceased to take Minho by surprise. He whimpered behind the duct tape as he felt the clamp on a new area of skin.
"Number two." Key stated, his voice seemingly calm but Minho could hear the slight reverberations of lust that were hiding underneath.
Once again the rapper sucked in a breath and let it out as his flesh was punctured. After Key had placed the fourth hook, the pain had dulled to a low throb. A few tears had slipped past the younger boy's silky lashes and soaked into the blindfold. Minho could feel small rivulets of blood trickling out around the hooks as Key checked them to make sure they were secure. The rapper felt Key's weight shift as the older boy got off of him. He heard the rustling of sock-covered feet on the hardwood as Key walked over to the closet to get the pulley system. He wanted so badly to remove the blindfold and duct tape, but he knew it wouldn't be a wise decision. Minho heard the random creaking noises of metal as Key adjusted the pulleys. After a few moments he heard more shuffling as the older boy came back to the bed. Without warning, the tape was ripped off of the rapper's mouth; his lips stinging at the loss of a few layers of skin.
"Asshole." Minho growled as Key slipped the blindfold off.
"Don't mind if I do." Key smirked as he trailed a dry finger downward, massaging the rapper's entrance.
Minho squirmed at the contact, already wanting more. Key brought his hand back up to his mouth and coated his fingers before placing them back at Minho's twitching hole; shoving two fingers in roughly. He shifted Minho's lower half so he was resting on one hip, the rapper's cock jutting out across the sheets. Key took Minho in his mouth and continued to work the rapper's hole, aiming at his prostate. Key lapped hungrily at the younger boy's dick, swirling his tongue around the head and dipping into the slit. Minho's hands were gripping frantically at the sheets; heart pounding as the other boy brought him closer to the edge. Key could tell Minho was close by the way the younger boy was chewing at his lower lip; eyes clenched shut. He pulled off the younger boy's dick with a small slurp and removed his fingers. Minho let out a sharp whine as his eyes shot open to glare at the older boy.
"Get up."
Minho frowned but complied nonetheless, following Key over to the pulley system. The diva had Minho stand in front as he secured the ropes to the hooks on the rapper's back. Minho winced at the slight pull, but took great care not to make any noise. Key moved back around to the front and resumed his ministrations on the younger boy's cock. His head bobbed quickly as he hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction. Minho's hands flew to grip at Key's hair, forcing the diva to deep-throat him as he came. The rapper's legs trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm rolled through his body. Key stood up and brought Minho into a harsh kiss; forcing a good amount of the rapper's own cum back into his mouth. The older boy gripped a hand loosely around Minho's throat as he pulled back.
"Don't even think about swallowing that." He hissed as he shot daggers into the rapper's eyes.
Key walked over to the night stand and grabbed one of the larger dildos that they owned; red, three inches thick and nine inches long. The diva placed the object at the rapper's lips.
"Get it wet, we're not using any lube tonight."
Minho opened his mouth and took the dildo in as far as he could, cum dribbling out around it. After several minutes of sucking at the toy rather enthusiastically, Key told him to stop.
"Keep it in your mouth. I'm going to pull you up."
Minho gulped in nervousness, involuntarily deep-throating the toy. He felt the intense pressure on his back as Key hoisted him upward. His skin stretched painfully against his weight and he tried to focus on the dildo in his mouth instead. Minho's vision blurred as gravity and the hooks in his back fought against one another. Yet he could feel his cock springing back to life once more, the feeling of semi-weightlessness coupled with pain creating a delicious sensation. Key came to face the rapper, pulling the toy from his mouth. He walked around to Minho's back and inched the dildo in, the rapper's partially stretched hole still not quite open enough for it's size. The younger boy let out a small grunt once it was fully inside him, the pressure/pleasure/pain suddenly becoming too much to handle. Key began to trust the toy in and out at a languid pace, leaving Minho to pant and whimper for more. Key always knew the worst ways to torture the rapper. Ways that Minho could cheerfully strangle the older boy for, that is, until he finally came. Then he would be so incoherent that he wouldn't remember anything but how fucking good it felt. Key licked at a lone trail of blood that had made it's way down to the rapper's lower back, the coppery taste of power coating his tongue. Minho was using every bit of willpower he possessed not to thrash mid-air. Key seemed to sense the ebbing patience on the rapper's part and began to fuck Minho's ass at a relentless pace. The diva switched the toy over to vibrate and jabbed purposefully at the rapper's prostate. In a flash of god-like clarity Minho's body tensed up as he came for the second time. The pressure against his punctured flesh fell away as amber hues overtook his existence. His mouth was agape; screams of pure pleasure echoing into nothingness as he fell limp. His arms and legs hung like a rag-doll as he took in stuttered gasps of air. Key tossed the toy onto the bed as he went to unlatch the pulleys. He lowered Minho down gently, the rapper sinking to his knees immediately. Key knelt down and captured the younger boy's lips. Their tongues danced back and forth languidly, much different than the previous one. Key gave one last gentle lick to Minho's lower lip before standing back up. The diva donned another pair of gloves as he began to remove the hooks and place them in a sterile basin. Minho took this time to steady his breathing and calm his pulse. Normally after the suspension, the rapper would suck Key off and they'd clean up before falling asleep. However, tonight, Minho had other plans.
No sooner had Key placed the last hook in the basin with small clink, Minho shot up and grabbed at the diva. He picked him up and threw him down onto he bed, ignoring the sting in his back. He tore at Key's clothes, cotton and denim being no match for his hands. Once he had the older boy naked he blanketed the diva with his own body; pressing him into the mattress. Key flailed against Minho's weight, but wasn't strong enough to throw him off. The rapper kissed the older boy breathless, his tongue running over every surface in the diva's mouth. Minho abruptly ended the kiss and replaced his tongue with the previously used dildo.
"Suck on it." He growled as he trust it into Key's mouth.
Key bucked up against Minho in futile protest. The rapper swiveled his hips against the older boy, their erections rubbing sinuously against one another. Minho ran his hand across his back where the hooks had been, covering his palm with the sticky substance that was slowly seeping out of his wounds. He quickly slicked his cock red and positioned himself at Key's entrance. The diva's eyes were wide in panic, but his pupils were clearly blown with intrigue and lust. With one quick thrust, Minho buried himself to the hilt; the older boy's screams muffled by the plastic inside his mouth. The rapper pistoned his hips erratically, the tight heat of Key's ass overwhelming any sense of rhythm he had. He pulled the dildo out of the diva's mouth and dove back in for another kiss. It was more jabbing tongues and recycled breaths as both of them tried to move in sync. The rapper grabbed at Key's cock, stroking it furiously. All in all, it was sloppy and staccato- but conversely, neither of them had ever felt anything as glorious. Key gripped at Minho's shoulders, little dots of crimson staining his palms. Key bit roughly at Minho's shoulder as he felt the rapper's load spill out inside him; coming hard himself moments later.
The younger boy pulled out, dancing his fingers along the diva's abused hole; pink tinged cum leaking out and onto his digits. The rapper traced his fingers along Key's torso, his tongue lapping up the liquid.
"What. The. Hell." Key huffed, his voice post-orgasm raspy.
"Act like you didn't fucking love that. You came so hard your ass almost squeezed my dick off." Minho scoffed as he slid off to the side, resting on his stomach.
"I'm not saying it wasn't good." Key rolled his eyes as he punctuated his statement with a slap to the rapper's ass.
"I'm just saying, what the hell. I'm going to have a hard time walking tomorrow."
"Yeah and I'm going to have to endure all of Jonghyun's huggy-skinship bullshit tomorrow with a sore back. We all have our crosses to bear." Minho stuck his tongue out before nipping at Key's shoulder.
"We should get you cleaned up." The diva sighed.
"Maybe in ten minutes. I might be able to actually move by then." Minho chuckled as he buried his face in the mattress.
END
A/N2: ok so yeah. Dorian said he wanted something really dirty. Like 'Iwill never be clean no matter how many times I shower' kind of dirty. I honestly don't think I accomplished that here. It feels like there is so much more I could've done in the way of 'what the fuck was THAT?', but I couldn't for the life of me make it happen. I hope that you find it to be decently smutty though.
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: slight bondage, cum-swapping, needle-play/suspension, blood-play, slight feltching, and general man-handling over all.
Summary: Key has rather unconventional plans for Minho.
A/N: EXTREMELY belated b-day fic for muh hubby nerd_b00ger . Sorry it took me so long!!!
***
Minho felt an uncomfortable weight on him, nudging him out of slumber. He opened his eyes but was only met with blackness. He squirmed underneath the pressure, trying to sit up, only to realize that he couldn't move his arms or legs.
"What the -" He was cut off by a round of demonic-grade giggling.
"Comfortable?" Key's voice rang playfully, yet managing to send an icy chill down the younger boy's spine.
"Key, what the hell??!??" Minho growled as he struggled against his restraints.
"Don't ask obvious questions." Key punctuated with a poke to the rapper's side, earning a rather undignified girly squeal from the other boy.
"It kills the mood." The smaller boy finished with a pout.
"Mood? You call this-" Minho struggled against his bonds, "- mood??? You've got to be fucking kidding me." The rapper scoffed.
There was an odd noise, something akin to plastic being stretched, coupled with a loud rip; something sticky covering Minho's lips. Duct-tape. Key had duct-taped his mouth. The younger boy began to thrash wildly, his curses muffled.
"You are so annoying. You know, I preferred you when you were 'the quiet one'. I have half a mind to chloroform you, but seeing as how we're the only ones here... I see no point."
Minho heard a metallic rustling and immediately froze. He had no idea what the older boy was planning, but he was fairly certain it involved pain. The hollow clinking that suddenly resounded told him all he needed to know.
Suspension.
Key ran one of the hooks along Minho's chest, the chilly metal raising goosebumps on his skin.
"It's been a while since I strung you up." The blonde teased as he drug the metal lower, grazing the rapper's hardening cock.
Minho whimpered at the images of last time; flashing through his mind in rapid-fire fashion.
"Are you going to be good? That's the only way I'm going to give you what we both know you want." Key whispered against Minho's neck, licking slowly along his jugular.
The rapper nodded swiftly, attempting to suppress the shudder of excitement that was washing over him. The older boy undid the restraints on Minho's wrists and ankles; nudging him over to lay on his stomach. The snap of rubber was heard as Key sheathed his hands. Minho briefly wondered where the hell Key kept getting the medical supplies, but the question was lost when he felt cold liquid being swabbed over his upper back in slow strokes. Key always did like to draw everything out. Minho winced as he felt the clamp take hold of his skin.
"Here's the first one, are you ready?"
Minho gave a small nod in affirmation while sucking in a deep breath. The large-bore hook tore through his skin swiftly as he exhaled. This wasn't the first time they had done something like this, not even the second or third, but the pain never ceased to take Minho by surprise. He whimpered behind the duct tape as he felt the clamp on a new area of skin.
"Number two." Key stated, his voice seemingly calm but Minho could hear the slight reverberations of lust that were hiding underneath.
Once again the rapper sucked in a breath and let it out as his flesh was punctured. After Key had placed the fourth hook, the pain had dulled to a low throb. A few tears had slipped past the younger boy's silky lashes and soaked into the blindfold. Minho could feel small rivulets of blood trickling out around the hooks as Key checked them to make sure they were secure. The rapper felt Key's weight shift as the older boy got off of him. He heard the rustling of sock-covered feet on the hardwood as Key walked over to the closet to get the pulley system. He wanted so badly to remove the blindfold and duct tape, but he knew it wouldn't be a wise decision. Minho heard the random creaking noises of metal as Key adjusted the pulleys. After a few moments he heard more shuffling as the older boy came back to the bed. Without warning, the tape was ripped off of the rapper's mouth; his lips stinging at the loss of a few layers of skin.
"Asshole." Minho growled as Key slipped the blindfold off.
"Don't mind if I do." Key smirked as he trailed a dry finger downward, massaging the rapper's entrance.
Minho squirmed at the contact, already wanting more. Key brought his hand back up to his mouth and coated his fingers before placing them back at Minho's twitching hole; shoving two fingers in roughly. He shifted Minho's lower half so he was resting on one hip, the rapper's cock jutting out across the sheets. Key took Minho in his mouth and continued to work the rapper's hole, aiming at his prostate. Key lapped hungrily at the younger boy's dick, swirling his tongue around the head and dipping into the slit. Minho's hands were gripping frantically at the sheets; heart pounding as the other boy brought him closer to the edge. Key could tell Minho was close by the way the younger boy was chewing at his lower lip; eyes clenched shut. He pulled off the younger boy's dick with a small slurp and removed his fingers. Minho let out a sharp whine as his eyes shot open to glare at the older boy.
"Get up."
Minho frowned but complied nonetheless, following Key over to the pulley system. The diva had Minho stand in front as he secured the ropes to the hooks on the rapper's back. Minho winced at the slight pull, but took great care not to make any noise. Key moved back around to the front and resumed his ministrations on the younger boy's cock. His head bobbed quickly as he hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction. Minho's hands flew to grip at Key's hair, forcing the diva to deep-throat him as he came. The rapper's legs trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm rolled through his body. Key stood up and brought Minho into a harsh kiss; forcing a good amount of the rapper's own cum back into his mouth. The older boy gripped a hand loosely around Minho's throat as he pulled back.
"Don't even think about swallowing that." He hissed as he shot daggers into the rapper's eyes.
Key walked over to the night stand and grabbed one of the larger dildos that they owned; red, three inches thick and nine inches long. The diva placed the object at the rapper's lips.
"Get it wet, we're not using any lube tonight."
Minho opened his mouth and took the dildo in as far as he could, cum dribbling out around it. After several minutes of sucking at the toy rather enthusiastically, Key told him to stop.
"Keep it in your mouth. I'm going to pull you up."
Minho gulped in nervousness, involuntarily deep-throating the toy. He felt the intense pressure on his back as Key hoisted him upward. His skin stretched painfully against his weight and he tried to focus on the dildo in his mouth instead. Minho's vision blurred as gravity and the hooks in his back fought against one another. Yet he could feel his cock springing back to life once more, the feeling of semi-weightlessness coupled with pain creating a delicious sensation. Key came to face the rapper, pulling the toy from his mouth. He walked around to Minho's back and inched the dildo in, the rapper's partially stretched hole still not quite open enough for it's size. The younger boy let out a small grunt once it was fully inside him, the pressure/pleasure/pain suddenly becoming too much to handle. Key began to trust the toy in and out at a languid pace, leaving Minho to pant and whimper for more. Key always knew the worst ways to torture the rapper. Ways that Minho could cheerfully strangle the older boy for, that is, until he finally came. Then he would be so incoherent that he wouldn't remember anything but how fucking good it felt. Key licked at a lone trail of blood that had made it's way down to the rapper's lower back, the coppery taste of power coating his tongue. Minho was using every bit of willpower he possessed not to thrash mid-air. Key seemed to sense the ebbing patience on the rapper's part and began to fuck Minho's ass at a relentless pace. The diva switched the toy over to vibrate and jabbed purposefully at the rapper's prostate. In a flash of god-like clarity Minho's body tensed up as he came for the second time. The pressure against his punctured flesh fell away as amber hues overtook his existence. His mouth was agape; screams of pure pleasure echoing into nothingness as he fell limp. His arms and legs hung like a rag-doll as he took in stuttered gasps of air. Key tossed the toy onto the bed as he went to unlatch the pulleys. He lowered Minho down gently, the rapper sinking to his knees immediately. Key knelt down and captured the younger boy's lips. Their tongues danced back and forth languidly, much different than the previous one. Key gave one last gentle lick to Minho's lower lip before standing back up. The diva donned another pair of gloves as he began to remove the hooks and place them in a sterile basin. Minho took this time to steady his breathing and calm his pulse. Normally after the suspension, the rapper would suck Key off and they'd clean up before falling asleep. However, tonight, Minho had other plans.
No sooner had Key placed the last hook in the basin with small clink, Minho shot up and grabbed at the diva. He picked him up and threw him down onto he bed, ignoring the sting in his back. He tore at Key's clothes, cotton and denim being no match for his hands. Once he had the older boy naked he blanketed the diva with his own body; pressing him into the mattress. Key flailed against Minho's weight, but wasn't strong enough to throw him off. The rapper kissed the older boy breathless, his tongue running over every surface in the diva's mouth. Minho abruptly ended the kiss and replaced his tongue with the previously used dildo.
"Suck on it." He growled as he trust it into Key's mouth.
Key bucked up against Minho in futile protest. The rapper swiveled his hips against the older boy, their erections rubbing sinuously against one another. Minho ran his hand across his back where the hooks had been, covering his palm with the sticky substance that was slowly seeping out of his wounds. He quickly slicked his cock red and positioned himself at Key's entrance. The diva's eyes were wide in panic, but his pupils were clearly blown with intrigue and lust. With one quick thrust, Minho buried himself to the hilt; the older boy's screams muffled by the plastic inside his mouth. The rapper pistoned his hips erratically, the tight heat of Key's ass overwhelming any sense of rhythm he had. He pulled the dildo out of the diva's mouth and dove back in for another kiss. It was more jabbing tongues and recycled breaths as both of them tried to move in sync. The rapper grabbed at Key's cock, stroking it furiously. All in all, it was sloppy and staccato- but conversely, neither of them had ever felt anything as glorious. Key gripped at Minho's shoulders, little dots of crimson staining his palms. Key bit roughly at Minho's shoulder as he felt the rapper's load spill out inside him; coming hard himself moments later.
The younger boy pulled out, dancing his fingers along the diva's abused hole; pink tinged cum leaking out and onto his digits. The rapper traced his fingers along Key's torso, his tongue lapping up the liquid.
"What. The. Hell." Key huffed, his voice post-orgasm raspy.
"Act like you didn't fucking love that. You came so hard your ass almost squeezed my dick off." Minho scoffed as he slid off to the side, resting on his stomach.
"I'm not saying it wasn't good." Key rolled his eyes as he punctuated his statement with a slap to the rapper's ass.
"I'm just saying, what the hell. I'm going to have a hard time walking tomorrow."
"Yeah and I'm going to have to endure all of Jonghyun's huggy-skinship bullshit tomorrow with a sore back. We all have our crosses to bear." Minho stuck his tongue out before nipping at Key's shoulder.
"We should get you cleaned up." The diva sighed.
"Maybe in ten minutes. I might be able to actually move by then." Minho chuckled as he buried his face in the mattress.
END
A/N2: ok so yeah. Dorian said he wanted something really dirty. Like 'Iwill never be clean no matter how many times I shower' kind of dirty. I honestly don't think I accomplished that here. It feels like there is so much more I could've done in the way of 'what the fuck was THAT?', but I couldn't for the life of me make it happen. I hope that you find it to be decently smutty though.