i want your bite (1/2)
title: i want your bite (1/2)
pairing: minkey
rating: nc-17
word count: 964
summary: kibum looks pretty when he dances.
note: two fics in one day. just trying to motivate myself haha :)
heavily inspired by the song 'i want your bite' by chris crocker (here)
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Kibum sees red as Minho drags him by the fabric of his flimsy vest into the grimy men’s toilet of the club. He barely registers the dull throb at the back of his head when Minho slams him against the closing door, barely realises how loud the moan that he emits is when Minho cups his bulge.
“Don’t fucking mess with me, Minho.” He snarls as Minho continues to rub his cock through the fabric, fingers having sought out the head and are having a blast teasing Kibum. It’s not enough though.
Minho smirks, licking a long line of saliva up Kibum’s neck. “You’re pretty when you dance.” He chuckles, the sound coming right from his throat, right into Kibum’s ear when the latter whimpers and slings his head to the side, exposing more of his neck for Minho.
“Are you trying to say that I don’t like pretty any other time?” Kibum snaps, and the hand that’s curved around Kibum’s neck tightens.
“I didn’t say that.” Minho only smirks again, clearly taking way too much pleasure in how needy Kibum sounds. His teeth sink into the pale flesh, drawing a tincture of blood and his tongue darts out to lick the liquid away before it stains his precious skin.
“S-stop..” Kibum manages to say through his aggressive panting, grinding his hips against Minho’s hand, desperately trying to seek more contact.
“I’m going to fuck you all. night. long.” Minho growls, his eloquent fingers unbuttoning Kibum’s jeans. “You’re not going to be able to walk for a week.” Minho’s voice is so low Kibum can barely hear it, but he already knows what he’s saying. Kibum whimpers as Minho’s lips brush against his ear. “Would you like that?” He whispers, his hand dipping past Kibum’s boxers and curling around his cock.
Kibum can’t dignify him with a response, even if he had one. The way that Minho moves in languid strokes, just applying the right amount of pressure, already has him coming undone. He is well past the point of return, already so strung from grinding out on the dance floor, feeling Minho’s hard cock against his ass, head spinning from the alcohol, the music, the lust.
“We can’t - ” Kibum starts before Minho cuts him off with his lips, thrusting his tongue into Kibum’s mouth lethargically. Everything is always so lazy with Minho, like it takes no effort at all to have everything perfect and Kibum is torn as to whether he hates it, or loves it.
Kibum brings his leg up, wrapping it around Minho’s body and circles his hips, working his own cock through the tight circle of Minho’s hand.
“Minho…” Kibum moans as Minho hikes his leg higher so it’s around his waist. The hand around Kibum’s cock disappears and slams against the door next to Kibum’s head, Minho’s dark eyes watching his every move as he rotates his hips, his head slowly coming closer and closer to Kibum’s own. He’s hyperaware of the erection that Minho is packing, he knows how much Minho wants him and no amount of smirking or sneering is going to cover that up.
“Do you want it?” Minho breathes, eyes glancing down to watch Kibum’s tongue dart out to lick his dry lips, thrusting his hips up.
“Fuck, Minho, I want it so much. Just fuck me.” Kibum whines.
Minho snorts at Kibum’s response. “So needy…” He whispers, burying his head into Kibum’s neck. The skin is covered in a sweat-stained sheen and Minho latches his lips down, sucking the flesh into his mouth and nibbling as he inhales the musky scent, tastes the salt on Kibum’s skin, enticing a deep moan from Kibum.
“I’m not going to fuck you here.” Minho says, kissing his way to Kibum’s mouth. “But, I will take you back to my place.” Minho suggests and Kibum can’t nod quicker. “But, not yet.” When Kibum whines, wiggling his hips to try and tell Minho how bad he needs something, Minho smirks and with a quick peck to his lips, Minho sinks to his knees.
Kibum’s breath hitches in surprise as Minho pulls out his cock from its confines and with a quick glance up to Kibum, Minho drags his tongue up the underside. He keeps his eyes trained on Minho, the way that his tongue trails up the shaft and digs into the slit, gathering the beading precum and watching the way Minho’s adam apple bobs when he swallows.
The rush of pleasure that Kibum feels when Minho takes the head of his cock into his wet mouth is inexorable. Minho gets to work immediately, taking Kibum as far as he comfortably can. A violent shudder shakes Kibum when Minho swivels his tongue around the head, rhapsodically bobbing his head up and down. Kibum lets his head fall back against the wood of the door with a thud, a loud whimper escaping as Minho sucks his cock into his mouth, so far back that it presses against his gag reflex.
“Oh f-fuck.” Kibum curses, running his fingers through Minho’s hair as the latter relaxes his throat and takes his cock so deep that his nose brushes against the coarse surrounding hairs. He’s been waiting for this moment, waiting for release for so fucking long and to feel Minho moan around his cock, to see his eyes drift shut as he sucks…It’s fucking with his head. “Minho…I’m gunna cum.” Kibum warns, bucking into Minho’s mouth. He cums with a deep groan, fist tightening on Minho’s hair and Minho continues to suck ardently, cheeks hallowing and throat clenching with every swallow of Kibum’s cum.
Minho tucks Kibum back inside his boxers, cock straining against his own pants, and pulls Kibum into an intense kiss, lips crashing and tongues fighting.
“My place?”
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