Let's Hit That High; Minho/Key
Three words. Post Concert Sex.
or to put it less crudely, Minho's getting his birthday present.
Author's Note: suuuuuurprise! *gasps* this is rated. mainly written because i have a weakness for my readers and fulfilling their requests. and so, i am carrying out my promise for fluff and smut even though i am a total mess at writing smut (you'll understand when you read later). i shall apologise first for the smut you are about to read. hehheh. another major reason is because of the epic minkey moment at SWCII SG and seriously, there's no doubt that i'll write about this! last but very importantly, Minho turned 21/22!! this story is late, i know, but it's the thought that counts right? ;) okay, long A/N is long and if you got through this, you're extremely patient. so i hope you lovely bunch of awesome readers enjoy this oneshot in celebration of perfection that is minkey! ^^
“Kibum, we only have an hour tops.”
“Then you better fuck me fast and hard.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“And I love it when you just shut up and stop wasting ti-“
Tilting Kibum's face to the perfect angle, Minho got the message loud and clear and caught his lover's lips in a kiss so deep and passionate. He didn't even bother starting it slow and light because he had waited too long to finally have Kibum to himself. They were finally back in their hotel room after their last SHINee World 2 concert but with a night flight back home to catch, they only had enough time to shower and prepare themselves for the eyes of the public again. There was absolutely no time to waste and so, Minho guided Kibum into the bathroom with his hands on his boyfriend's waist as they battled for dominance with their lips and tongues.
Kibum's hands were all over Minho's body, working to push the rapper's shirt up and purposely brushing against his nipples when his hands moved up Minho’s chest before breaking their kiss to tug the shirt over his head. Minho eagerly returned the favour as he easily took off Kibum's shirt and then connected their lips once again (because kissing is never overrated, especially with Kim Kibum). The blonde slid his hands down Minho's chest, taking a little more time as his fingers lingered on Minho's defined abs because he knew that was the rapper’s erogenous zone, and then finally reaching the ultimate destination - the button of Minho's jeans - that would lead to all things fantastic. He skilfully unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down, intentionally palming his lover's growing erection after, while Minho trailed kisses on Kibum's sexy jawline and down his neck. Pushing Minho's jeans down those flawlessly toned thighs, Kibum arched his neck to allow Minho more access to his smooth skin.
“No marks, baby.” Even with all the lust that clouded his mind, Kibum still remembered the need to be careful.
Minho hummed in reply and left open mouth kisses instead before ending with a light gentle kiss on Kibum's shoulder, all this while stepping out of his jeans and helping the blonde take off his own jeans as well. Growing a little impatient, Kibum kicked his jeans away and took off his boxers. And the next thing he knew, he was being cornered into the shower by a devious looking Minho.
“I kinda miss that cheesy guy who proposed to me in public.” Kibum thought out loud upon seeing the mischievous glint in Minho’s eyes. “What on earth were you thinking anyway?!”
“You, Kibummie, I always only think about you.” Minho let out a chuckle as he placed his hand on the wall, a slight distance away from Kibum’s head, and it suddenly made Kibum feel so small yet protected. “And baby, I'm gonna make love to you right now.”
“Okay, I take back my words.” Kibum shivered in disgust.
But Minho had to slide his leg between his thighs at the next moment, and Kibum shivered again for an entirely different reason. That was the sign that foreplay was definitely enough, not that they had the time for more anyway.
“Minho, get the lube from my-“
“Got it.” Minho grinned as he pulled the lube out of nowhere and showed it to Kibum proudly.
“I bet you knew we were going to have bathroom sex.” Kibum narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
Minho shrugged, not denying it, and then pressed his body against Kibum, rocking their hips together, both of them enjoying the delicious friction they felt when their erections rubbed together.
Hands grabbing Minho’s shoulders hard enough to bruise, Kibum moaned. “Just hurry the fuck up, will you!”
Minho gladly complied with Kibum's demand as he turned his lover around and efficiently pressed a perfectly slicked finger into Kibum's entrance. He had mastered exactly how to work Kibum open what with the amount of times they had made love to each other. It didn't take long before Minho had three fingers pushing in and out of Kibum and his lover was trembling against the wall, not even bothering to hold back his moans as he thoroughly enjoyed how Minho could easily find the spot that pleasured every bit of his body.
“Minho...” Kibum silently begged as he reached behind and grabbed Minho's butt to pull him forward, one step closer to getting what he wanted.
“Eager, are we?” Minho teased, deliberately finding Kibum’s prostate again when his fingers pushed in one more time that it made Kibum squeeze Minho’s butt cheek so hard it left a distinct imprint.
“Oh god Choi Minho, I swear I'm gonna kil- damn it!”
Of course, Minho knew the best way to shut his boyfriend up. Pushing past Kibum’s tight ring of muscle, Minho entered his boyfriend in one quick but smooth thrust and paused to allow Kibum time to get use to the intrusion. They had done this countless times but Minho never allowed his lust to take over him and always placed Kibum as top priority. Kibum knew this, and he loved the care, concern and attention Minho always gave him, but sometimes (like now), it drove him crazy. So without saying anything, Kibum rolled his hips and pushed back against Minho as he bent forward and rested his hands on the wall for support he knew he was going to need. The rapper bit his lips hard, always being the less vocal of the two, as he got the green light and began thrusting into Kibum with long deep strokes and unhurried passion. Minho wrapped an arm around Kibum’s waist and held his lover securely in his hug.
“Minho, this… is neither hard nor fast.” Kibum said in between breaths, frustrated and impatient, as he turned his head slightly to peek at his boyfriend.
Sighing, Minho reached out to pull Kibum’s face up towards him so he could get a taste of those lips he had an unhealthy addiction to.
“You can’t blame me that I want to slowly enjoy every moment of this.” Minho said after giving Kibum a bruising kiss that left the blonde slightly dazed and breathless. “And I don’t care that we don’t have enough time. All I care about is you.”
“And I want you to fuck me hard and fast right now Choi Minho.” Kibum smiled so angelically that Minho had doubts if his ears were playing tricks on him.
“Move, Minho.” Kibum ordered when Minho was just simply staring at him. “The clock is ticking.”
“I hate how we always have to rush.” Minho groaned.
“Are you seriously going to start a conversation with me now when we’re fucking?”
Minho shook his head and leaned forward to press a soothing kiss on Kibum’s lips as he picked up the speed of his thrusts and gave his boyfriend what he wanted. No way was he going to go against Kibum at a time like this.
“That’s more like it.”
Kibum leaned his body weight onto the wall and matched Minho’s sensuous precise movements, arching his back, swearing at how good Minho felt in him, and silently desperate for so much more. Minho was too familiar with Kibum’s body language and in a blink of an eye, his hand found Kibum’s throbbing erection, fingers curling around it, and he began stroking his boyfriend to make it all the more pleasurable.
“You’re so hot, Kibum.” Minho breathed out, closing his eyes as he could feel himself coming undone. “So hot, I just can’t handle you sometimes.”
“I think…” Kibum breathed in to calm his erratic heart and resisted from bucking into Minho’s skilful hand. “You’re handling me just fine.”
“Kibum…”
Kibum recognised the tone in Minho’s voice and he loved it best when Minho said his name like that but the blonde was helpless, unable to do anything let alone react to it, when he himself could feel his orgasm approaching.
“Faster, baby.” Kibum demanded in a whine.
With Minho grinding into him so hard, accurately hitting his prostate with every move, along with his hand working magic on his erection, it only took a few seconds for Kibum to find his release. He came into Minho’s hand and called his lover’s name out loud. Trembling from his orgasm, Minho held Kibum firmly as his grip tightened around the blonde’s waist in tandem with the tensing of Kibum’s walls around him. It was impossible for Minho to resist his impending orgasm anymore and he completely let go of himself, reaching that climax and spilling inside of Kibum as he groaned in extreme pleasure. Kibum was breathless, and so was he. Minho felt like he was on ecstasy, it was so hard to come down from that high. And he knew Kibum felt the same too when he had pushed Minho back and turned around only to pull the rapper back in a kiss so heated that it almost sparked a round two if rationality didn’t come knocking on their door.
“Happy birthday idiot.”
Trust Kibum to always give him something special on his birthday (it started when he agreed to trust Minho with his heart). Minho smiled against Kibum’s lips but pulled away to pout (he was allowed to pout because it was his birthday) when he registered that his boyfriend had called him an idiot.
“Why do you like calling me idiot so much?” Frowning, Minho asked.
“Because you always act stupid,” Kibum sighed, turning on the showers to begin their much needed cleaning up. “Like how you proposed to me on stage in front of all our fans! Talk about PDA…”
“You played along!” Minho defended himself and pushed the blame to his lover.
“Because the fans love it…” Kibum calmly explained, trying to forget how his heart was beating so wildly in his chest at that moment in time, and then looked away from Minho to reach out for the shampoo and squeeze some in his palm before mumbling very fast and rather incoherently, “And because it’s your birthday and I love you enough not to be rational at times.”
Of course, in that confined space they were sharing, Minho heard every word loud and clear and the brightest smile broke onto his face. Refusing to look at Minho because he didn’t want to see that glaring satisfied smile of the rapper, Kibum stuffed the bottle of shampoo towards his boyfriend and forced him to take it.
“I love you too.” Minho ignored Kibum’s hand and chose to bring the blonde into his arms. “You know I mean it right? That I want to marry you? And that-”
“We’ll be together forever?” Kibum interrupted, saying the words that brought goose bumps to his skin, and continued only when Minho nodded at him so earnestly, “Yes idiot, I know.”
Kibum flashed his signature smile, the one where his eyes crinkle and his cheekbones become so much more defined. However, once Minho returned his charming smile, he wiped off the smile and looked sternly at Minho like a nagging mother would.
“But that won’t happen if we don’t hurry the fuck up and catch that flight back home.” Kibum huffed and took the initiative to wash Minho’s hair for him (yes, his motherly instincts were kicking in once again). “You know, they probably know what we’re up to and eventually, manager hyung’s going to place a restraining order on us.”
“True…” Minho agreed and then decided mischievously as he reached out for the body soap, “I should probably help you too then…”
His intentions were obvious and Kibum instantly grabbed the shower head to spray Minho with water, successfully stopping the rapper, and at the same time washing the shampoo off Minho’s hair.
“Don’t.” Kibum warned, still aiming the water at Minho’s head and loving how it flowed down the rapper’s face and made him so helpless.
Trying his best to avoid the water so he could open his eyes but failing because Kibum just followed him wherever he went, Minho rose up a hand in the end and promised, “Alright alright, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
Kibum grinned at his victory over Minho and reluctantly moved the shower head away (because he was having so much fun), continuing with his bath.
“I love it when I win.” Kibum sighed in bliss.
“You’re sneaky.”
“Please, you love me like this.”
“Sometimes, I question why I do.”
“Like how I question why I still love you even though you’re a complete idiot.”
Minho fell silent.
“If you’re done talking, please start washing yourself.” Kibum eyed Minho and then the body soap in his hands.
Minho let out a sigh and did what he was told. Well, at least the sex was great.
Nah, he didn’t mean that. He knows Kibum only has his best intentions at heart and right now, it was to get him back home safely to Seoul so he could celebrate with all his other loved ones.