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Popsicles (Minho x Key) MinKey
Genre: Smut
Author: saitheisonfire
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho, Key, and popsicles. Get some. I can never look at a popsicle the same way
It is hot. It is fucking hot. Hot like you’re wrapped in aluminum foil and sitting on the sunny side of Mercury. It’s as if the brick building was melting; it was that hot.
Such were the thoughts of bandmates Choi Minho and Kim Kibum on a Saturday morning. It was the middle of August, and the temperature was around 40 degrees Celsius, and the two boys were alone in the dorm while Jonghyun, Taemin, and Onew were out doing schedules.
They tried sitting in front of fans, but it didn’t work.
The air conditioning was on full blast, all the way to Artic, and yet the sweat dripped down their backs. They stripped down to their boxers, laid down on the wooden floors, groaning. Key gingerly goes to the kitchen and opens the freezer and stands there, watching the chilled airy wisps collide with the heat.
“Aish, it’s so hot.” Key moaned aloud, hair plastered to his forehead and limbs sticky with sweat. He pads stiffly to the living room where Minho sits, mini fan centimeters from his face. His eyes are closed and ruffling his dark hair. The news is on the T.V, faintly droning on that it’s hot outside and may be getting hotter later on.
“It’s so hot and I’m so tired. Why on Earth did manager hyung tell Jonghyun, Taemin and Onew that they had to do promotions today?”
“At least we’re not doing them.” Minho murmured. “Stop fretting.”
“I can’t help it. Our band mates are baking out in the heat and we just sit here.”
“What should we do then hyung?”
“… I don’t know yet.”
“Then just sit down. Your constant whining is not making it easier for me.”
“I just can’t!”
“Key. Stop moving around. Sit still and shut it.”
Key pouted, a lip glistening a pinkish red. Minho sees it through hooded eyes and passively licks his lips. Key was a skinny boy, though not as skinny as Taemin; slowly gaining muscle, but that gangly look was overpowering. His angular face has a slight sheen of perspiration on it, light reflecting off his cheekbones. His eyes were fringed with long lashes, eyes dark yet light at the same time. Key had the clearest skin on the planet, not a pimple or blemish or even stubble. Did Key even get facial hair? Even Taemin was showing signs of a mustache, as Onew would point out. If Minho didn’t know Key that well and if Key wasn’t standing in front of him ¾ naked, Minho would think that he was a girl.
Key goes back to the kitchen and opens up the freezer again. This time he comes back with two popsicles. He opens one, sticks it inside his mouth, and goes to hand one to Minho. Minho mutters a thanks and tears off the wrapping. Frozen and sweet sensations collide in his mouth, Chilling his incisors and gums. He almost moans, and remembers that Key is now sitting next to him. Minho flips through the channels, seeing that nothing was on his favorite channels. Even MNET and his favorite documentary channel were filled with infomercials and silly programs which neither of them favored. He lands on a kiddie network and sticks with that.
“Ooh,” Key said, muffled by the popsicle in his mouth. “This looks interesting.” He situates himself on the couch, crossing his legs; his knees jut out in bony knobs. He’s sucking merrily on the Popsicle, tongue running down the side and giving light licks on the tip.
Minho was watching the program, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught Key going to town on his popsicle.
He’d have to admit, while it was on the borderline of disturbing, Minho have to admit, it was pretty hot. And Key wasn’t entirely at fault; who hasn’t eaten a popsicle like that?
But Key, it’s like he was enjoying it too much. He sucked intently at the bottom, his throat- Minho swears- making a little moan.
Does Key have experience beforehand? And not with popsicles?
“Hyung,” He says. Key looks at him with curiosity, all sucking actions ceased immediately.
“Ne?” He looked at his dongsaeng, eyebrows raised.
“… The way you’re sucking that thing…”
“What about it?”
“… Did you ever have practice?”
Key’s face was laden with confusion. “Minho ah,” he said. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I mean, the way you’re sucking that thing, I would assume you’ve had practice.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Not on popsicles.”
It still doesn’t register to Key, so Minho blurts out, “It looks like you have experience at giving blowjobs!”
Now it sinks in. Key’s eyes widen exponentially, and now he’s standing up, hands on his hips, which isn’t helping his cause.
“Minho yah! Are you saying that I give blowjobs?” There is a hint of menace in his voice, and Minho cringed.
“Well, this is a boyband.” Minho expected him to be socked in the face by the other rapper. Minho usually doesn’t give out crude and sarcastic comments in the band.
To his surprise, Key pondered that statement, and he nodded in agreement.
“You’re right,” he said, “boybands do that, eh?”
Minho blinked. “Are you saying that-“
“That I’ve done it? Uh, hellloooooo.” Key waved a hand down his body as if Minho would know. “We all have. Fanservice is extremely tempting you know.”
“Huh?”
“We’re all waiting for you to jump in. You know those times where you’re alone in your room Skyping with Donghae, and no one checks up on you for hours?”
Minho’s face contorted with mild disgust.
“Yeah. The action you miss at night. Jonghyun magically wants to be a bottom for everything.”
“OH MY GOD!”
“We’re all waiting for you to join.”
“Kibum hyung, I was just joking!”
“But I’m not.” Key’s sculpted eyebrow raised to a dangerous new high. “We’re just horny young boys looking for a good time.” He pads off to the kitchen to get more popsicles, tossing one to Minho when he finishes his other one. Key resumed his artful act of sucking and went to read a magazine.
Minho can forget a lot of things. He can ignore distracting obstacles and focus on more important and interesting tasks at hand, like this new cartoon show they were watching. But even the flashing neon lights and kids controlling robots couldn’t let him stray from looking at Key’s sucking actions and replacing said popsicle with a cock.
His cock, for that matter.
Minho couldn’t help but stare again at Key, who passively flipped page after page of the magazine. He noticed Minho gawking at him and looked up, popsicle out of his mouth and lips glistening a ruby red. He grinned slyly, tongue darting across his lips.
“I see you seeing me,” he said. “Hey boy, you looking for a good time?”
Minho just shook his head and went back to watching the cartoon, or at least trying.
They’re quiet for thirty minutes; Key groaning when maintenance cut off the air conditioning and like magic the room became a broiler. Sweat poured off Minho’s face like a left-on tap, and Key made an attempt to take a cold bath.
The heat made Minho woozy, inebriated, not thinking clearly. He was now desperate to lose any heat, and a dripping Key now looked… desirable? He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hyung,” he said, eyes hooded and limbs heavy.
“Yes?”
“… You know that saying- We Koreans fight fire with fire?”
“Yes…”
“… We should do that.”
“With what? If I turn on the stove we might combust.”
Minho shook his head. “Not food, hyung.”
“What then?” Then a second later he answered his own question.
“Ah,” the sly grin reappeared on Key’s scarlet lips. “You down for this pretty boy?”
“After you told me that everyone except me is doing it, I feel left out.”
“Aw, left out Minho is left out.” Key laughed raucously, clutching his sides.
Minho jumps up and takes this opportunity. He grabs Key’s face and presses it against his, lips and teeth smashing together in a frenzy. Key’s thin fingers splay themselves across Minho’s abdomen, trying to wrap themselves on his sides.
Key tasted like watered-down strawberries, a chilly tongue snakes down Minho’s throat. Minho thinks it fits perfectly and he entangles his hands in Key’s perfect hair. Normally Key would object but he only did the same thing, fingers massaging scalp.
Soon they were rolling on the floor, lips suctioning on random patches of skin and teeth and tongue igniting nerves. Key bit the junction of Minho’s neck and he hissed. Warm tongue spread cool saliva on the little welt forming, and he sighed. A finger brushed a new formed nub.
“Hyung,” Minho felt his nipples being harassed. “What- what are you doing?”
“Never played with your nipples, eh?” Key mocked his dongsaeng.
“Who plays with their nipples?” Minho barely concealed a groan from the newfound pleasure, as Key swirled his tongue on a pec, and around the areola. He stifled a yelp when teeth bit down.
Key felt Minho tensing up, and sensed he was retracting. With frustration, Key got up and frowned.
“How about you loosen up and enjoy it?” He scowled. “You suggested it.”
“I just…” Minho was blushing.
“With Taemin, Onew, and that raptor boy, we all let loose and enjoy, but you’re such a stiffer. Are you not sexually eager? Either lighten up, fake an erection, or I’m going to go pleasure myself. Alone.”
Minho got up, severely embarrassed. “I’m that conservative?” He asked.
Key rolled his eyes. “It’s like you walk around with a stick up your ass. Onew says you need to bend over a table and take it like a man.”
“… I’m shocked, Kibum hyung.” Minho shook his head. With his head slightly bowed, his long hair deterred Key from seeing a sly grin spread across his face. Key was about to head out, forget about this short lived fling when hands grabbed him again, once again falling to the floor. Key gasps as a strong tongue lapped at the sweat rolling off his skin, and pelvises grinding together. He feels a bulge against his thigh, and then he sighs as lips sucked his neck.
“Mhmm, that’s better.” He grins, and Minho caresses his nipple before lapping them up. Key’s fingers are back in Minho’s hair as he is now grinding his teeth into Key’s chest, making marks.
Minho looked up, and looked into Key’s eyes, which were already hooded with lust. That was quick, he thought.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Springing up, he put a finger to Key when he raised an eyebrow in confusion. Minho walked to the kitchen, opened up the freezer, and took out the last box of popsicles. Returning back to Key, who looks like a splayed out slimy frog with his body literally shining with sweat. He opens the box, unwraps a popsicle, and sucks it.
“Roll over.” He said roughly.
“Where are your honorifics?” Key scoffed, but he’s horny, so he flips sides, perfect ass in Minho’s reach.
Licking his lips, Minho yanked Key’s boxers down, a gasp escaping the elder’s throat and he cursed in English.
“If you think I’m going to let a newbie like you top me without and foreplay you’re- ohhhhh fuckkkkkk.” Whatever retort Key had, he had certainly forgot it when Minho took the recently opened popsicle, and trailed its frozen head down Key’s spine, who convulsed at the sensation. A squiggly red line trickled stickily down Key’s back. Minho had to have a taste. He spread his tongue flat against Key’s skin and dragged it up, taking the sweet juice mixed with man sweat into his mouth.
“My God, maybe you do have a kinky bone in you.” Key joked, biting back moans.
“Mmmm, you think I’m done yet?
“You better not be.”
Minho sucked intently on the dripping popsicle, studying Key’s tight ass. He looked at the popsicle, then at the ass.
A light bulb went on in his head, and he spread Key’s cheeks apart, causing Key to gasp.
“Minho yah, what are you-“
Minho inserted the popsicle into Key’s entrance. Key yelped, jerking at the sudden icy intrusion.
“What the fuck?! Is that a popsicle?!”
“You said you were hot.”
“But sweet Jesus and all things holy…” Key loses tangibility, unabashedly slowly thrusting down on the popsicle, melting in his ass. Minho blindly thrusts the popsicle deep, feeling the stick shift and poke the inner walls of Key’s anus. Key responds by screaming out, “Holy shit! Holy fuck! That fucking stick!”
Minho thinks he’s hurt Key so he asks, “Should I take it out?”
“No, fuck me with it! Harder!”
Minho jabs his rectum, until he sees that the popsicle has melted completely and Key’s ass is a dripping mess. He discards the stick, gets another popsicle and fucks Key with it, who gladly accepts the intrusion. This continues until they are down to the last popsicle, and it’s halfway melted. Key is 2 seconds away from belting out the national anthem of Korea, his asshole a runny, bubbly, fruity mess, and numb cold. Minho takes out the popsicle and looks down at his erection, which was poking out past his boxers. He slips out of his boxers, strokes his cock a few times, and rams his entire length into Key.
Key is about to cry out, but Minho takes that popsicle and shoves it in Key’s mouth before he says anything.
Whatever Key is saying right now, is possibly “Was this popsicle in my ass?!” Minho ignores it and thrusts frantically, Key’s tight core was cold, and Minho’s dick was hot; the sensation felt amazing. He probed deeper, grunting in pleasure. His free hand pumps Key’s aching cock, and thumbs the slit wihich had a glob of precum oozing out.
Key moans helplessly around the popsicle, humping Minho’s cock without any thought. He was stretching and squeezing around Minho’s length, and synchronizing against Minho jacking himself off. The popsicle fell from Key’s mouth, causing his moans to increase ten fold.
“Ah Minho yah, I’m so close.” He whined, and Minho moaned in reply.
“Kibum sshi…” Minho’s eyes flutter, and after several more thrusts, he slows down to separated, long, and extremely powerful thrusts. Every thrust tenses his body, his muscles tightening and flexing. With a final thrust, he froze, came hard with a long groan, and slumped onto Key, causing Key to come in sporadic spurts and collapse on the floow.
The room was filled with gasps and groans; Minho’s chest heaving against his back.
“My God.” Key rasped, lazily crawling up from under Minho. “You are… damn.”
“No longer left out,” Minho breathed. Key giggled, licking his lips. He looked about the mess on the floor, grimacing.
“Taemin’s gonna kill us for eating his popsicles.”
Genre: Smut
Author: saitheisonfire
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho, Key, and popsicles. Get some. I can never look at a popsicle the same way
It is hot. It is fucking hot. Hot like you’re wrapped in aluminum foil and sitting on the sunny side of Mercury. It’s as if the brick building was melting; it was that hot.
Such were the thoughts of bandmates Choi Minho and Kim Kibum on a Saturday morning. It was the middle of August, and the temperature was around 40 degrees Celsius, and the two boys were alone in the dorm while Jonghyun, Taemin, and Onew were out doing schedules.
They tried sitting in front of fans, but it didn’t work.
The air conditioning was on full blast, all the way to Artic, and yet the sweat dripped down their backs. They stripped down to their boxers, laid down on the wooden floors, groaning. Key gingerly goes to the kitchen and opens the freezer and stands there, watching the chilled airy wisps collide with the heat.
“Aish, it’s so hot.” Key moaned aloud, hair plastered to his forehead and limbs sticky with sweat. He pads stiffly to the living room where Minho sits, mini fan centimeters from his face. His eyes are closed and ruffling his dark hair. The news is on the T.V, faintly droning on that it’s hot outside and may be getting hotter later on.
“It’s so hot and I’m so tired. Why on Earth did manager hyung tell Jonghyun, Taemin and Onew that they had to do promotions today?”
“At least we’re not doing them.” Minho murmured. “Stop fretting.”
“I can’t help it. Our band mates are baking out in the heat and we just sit here.”
“What should we do then hyung?”
“… I don’t know yet.”
“Then just sit down. Your constant whining is not making it easier for me.”
“I just can’t!”
“Key. Stop moving around. Sit still and shut it.”
Key pouted, a lip glistening a pinkish red. Minho sees it through hooded eyes and passively licks his lips. Key was a skinny boy, though not as skinny as Taemin; slowly gaining muscle, but that gangly look was overpowering. His angular face has a slight sheen of perspiration on it, light reflecting off his cheekbones. His eyes were fringed with long lashes, eyes dark yet light at the same time. Key had the clearest skin on the planet, not a pimple or blemish or even stubble. Did Key even get facial hair? Even Taemin was showing signs of a mustache, as Onew would point out. If Minho didn’t know Key that well and if Key wasn’t standing in front of him ¾ naked, Minho would think that he was a girl.
Key goes back to the kitchen and opens up the freezer again. This time he comes back with two popsicles. He opens one, sticks it inside his mouth, and goes to hand one to Minho. Minho mutters a thanks and tears off the wrapping. Frozen and sweet sensations collide in his mouth, Chilling his incisors and gums. He almost moans, and remembers that Key is now sitting next to him. Minho flips through the channels, seeing that nothing was on his favorite channels. Even MNET and his favorite documentary channel were filled with infomercials and silly programs which neither of them favored. He lands on a kiddie network and sticks with that.
“Ooh,” Key said, muffled by the popsicle in his mouth. “This looks interesting.” He situates himself on the couch, crossing his legs; his knees jut out in bony knobs. He’s sucking merrily on the Popsicle, tongue running down the side and giving light licks on the tip.
Minho was watching the program, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught Key going to town on his popsicle.
He’d have to admit, while it was on the borderline of disturbing, Minho have to admit, it was pretty hot. And Key wasn’t entirely at fault; who hasn’t eaten a popsicle like that?
But Key, it’s like he was enjoying it too much. He sucked intently at the bottom, his throat- Minho swears- making a little moan.
Does Key have experience beforehand? And not with popsicles?
“Hyung,” He says. Key looks at him with curiosity, all sucking actions ceased immediately.
“Ne?” He looked at his dongsaeng, eyebrows raised.
“… The way you’re sucking that thing…”
“What about it?”
“… Did you ever have practice?”
Key’s face was laden with confusion. “Minho ah,” he said. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I mean, the way you’re sucking that thing, I would assume you’ve had practice.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Not on popsicles.”
It still doesn’t register to Key, so Minho blurts out, “It looks like you have experience at giving blowjobs!”
Now it sinks in. Key’s eyes widen exponentially, and now he’s standing up, hands on his hips, which isn’t helping his cause.
“Minho yah! Are you saying that I give blowjobs?” There is a hint of menace in his voice, and Minho cringed.
“Well, this is a boyband.” Minho expected him to be socked in the face by the other rapper. Minho usually doesn’t give out crude and sarcastic comments in the band.
To his surprise, Key pondered that statement, and he nodded in agreement.
“You’re right,” he said, “boybands do that, eh?”
Minho blinked. “Are you saying that-“
“That I’ve done it? Uh, hellloooooo.” Key waved a hand down his body as if Minho would know. “We all have. Fanservice is extremely tempting you know.”
“Huh?”
“We’re all waiting for you to jump in. You know those times where you’re alone in your room Skyping with Donghae, and no one checks up on you for hours?”
Minho’s face contorted with mild disgust.
“Yeah. The action you miss at night. Jonghyun magically wants to be a bottom for everything.”
“OH MY GOD!”
“We’re all waiting for you to join.”
“Kibum hyung, I was just joking!”
“But I’m not.” Key’s sculpted eyebrow raised to a dangerous new high. “We’re just horny young boys looking for a good time.” He pads off to the kitchen to get more popsicles, tossing one to Minho when he finishes his other one. Key resumed his artful act of sucking and went to read a magazine.
Minho can forget a lot of things. He can ignore distracting obstacles and focus on more important and interesting tasks at hand, like this new cartoon show they were watching. But even the flashing neon lights and kids controlling robots couldn’t let him stray from looking at Key’s sucking actions and replacing said popsicle with a cock.
His cock, for that matter.
Minho couldn’t help but stare again at Key, who passively flipped page after page of the magazine. He noticed Minho gawking at him and looked up, popsicle out of his mouth and lips glistening a ruby red. He grinned slyly, tongue darting across his lips.
“I see you seeing me,” he said. “Hey boy, you looking for a good time?”
Minho just shook his head and went back to watching the cartoon, or at least trying.
They’re quiet for thirty minutes; Key groaning when maintenance cut off the air conditioning and like magic the room became a broiler. Sweat poured off Minho’s face like a left-on tap, and Key made an attempt to take a cold bath.
The heat made Minho woozy, inebriated, not thinking clearly. He was now desperate to lose any heat, and a dripping Key now looked… desirable? He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hyung,” he said, eyes hooded and limbs heavy.
“Yes?”
“… You know that saying- We Koreans fight fire with fire?”
“Yes…”
“… We should do that.”
“With what? If I turn on the stove we might combust.”
Minho shook his head. “Not food, hyung.”
“What then?” Then a second later he answered his own question.
“Ah,” the sly grin reappeared on Key’s scarlet lips. “You down for this pretty boy?”
“After you told me that everyone except me is doing it, I feel left out.”
“Aw, left out Minho is left out.” Key laughed raucously, clutching his sides.
Minho jumps up and takes this opportunity. He grabs Key’s face and presses it against his, lips and teeth smashing together in a frenzy. Key’s thin fingers splay themselves across Minho’s abdomen, trying to wrap themselves on his sides.
Key tasted like watered-down strawberries, a chilly tongue snakes down Minho’s throat. Minho thinks it fits perfectly and he entangles his hands in Key’s perfect hair. Normally Key would object but he only did the same thing, fingers massaging scalp.
Soon they were rolling on the floor, lips suctioning on random patches of skin and teeth and tongue igniting nerves. Key bit the junction of Minho’s neck and he hissed. Warm tongue spread cool saliva on the little welt forming, and he sighed. A finger brushed a new formed nub.
“Hyung,” Minho felt his nipples being harassed. “What- what are you doing?”
“Never played with your nipples, eh?” Key mocked his dongsaeng.
“Who plays with their nipples?” Minho barely concealed a groan from the newfound pleasure, as Key swirled his tongue on a pec, and around the areola. He stifled a yelp when teeth bit down.
Key felt Minho tensing up, and sensed he was retracting. With frustration, Key got up and frowned.
“How about you loosen up and enjoy it?” He scowled. “You suggested it.”
“I just…” Minho was blushing.
“With Taemin, Onew, and that raptor boy, we all let loose and enjoy, but you’re such a stiffer. Are you not sexually eager? Either lighten up, fake an erection, or I’m going to go pleasure myself. Alone.”
Minho got up, severely embarrassed. “I’m that conservative?” He asked.
Key rolled his eyes. “It’s like you walk around with a stick up your ass. Onew says you need to bend over a table and take it like a man.”
“… I’m shocked, Kibum hyung.” Minho shook his head. With his head slightly bowed, his long hair deterred Key from seeing a sly grin spread across his face. Key was about to head out, forget about this short lived fling when hands grabbed him again, once again falling to the floor. Key gasps as a strong tongue lapped at the sweat rolling off his skin, and pelvises grinding together. He feels a bulge against his thigh, and then he sighs as lips sucked his neck.
“Mhmm, that’s better.” He grins, and Minho caresses his nipple before lapping them up. Key’s fingers are back in Minho’s hair as he is now grinding his teeth into Key’s chest, making marks.
Minho looked up, and looked into Key’s eyes, which were already hooded with lust. That was quick, he thought.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Springing up, he put a finger to Key when he raised an eyebrow in confusion. Minho walked to the kitchen, opened up the freezer, and took out the last box of popsicles. Returning back to Key, who looks like a splayed out slimy frog with his body literally shining with sweat. He opens the box, unwraps a popsicle, and sucks it.
“Roll over.” He said roughly.
“Where are your honorifics?” Key scoffed, but he’s horny, so he flips sides, perfect ass in Minho’s reach.
Licking his lips, Minho yanked Key’s boxers down, a gasp escaping the elder’s throat and he cursed in English.
“If you think I’m going to let a newbie like you top me without and foreplay you’re- ohhhhh fuckkkkkk.” Whatever retort Key had, he had certainly forgot it when Minho took the recently opened popsicle, and trailed its frozen head down Key’s spine, who convulsed at the sensation. A squiggly red line trickled stickily down Key’s back. Minho had to have a taste. He spread his tongue flat against Key’s skin and dragged it up, taking the sweet juice mixed with man sweat into his mouth.
“My God, maybe you do have a kinky bone in you.” Key joked, biting back moans.
“Mmmm, you think I’m done yet?
“You better not be.”
Minho sucked intently on the dripping popsicle, studying Key’s tight ass. He looked at the popsicle, then at the ass.
A light bulb went on in his head, and he spread Key’s cheeks apart, causing Key to gasp.
“Minho yah, what are you-“
Minho inserted the popsicle into Key’s entrance. Key yelped, jerking at the sudden icy intrusion.
“What the fuck?! Is that a popsicle?!”
“You said you were hot.”
“But sweet Jesus and all things holy…” Key loses tangibility, unabashedly slowly thrusting down on the popsicle, melting in his ass. Minho blindly thrusts the popsicle deep, feeling the stick shift and poke the inner walls of Key’s anus. Key responds by screaming out, “Holy shit! Holy fuck! That fucking stick!”
Minho thinks he’s hurt Key so he asks, “Should I take it out?”
“No, fuck me with it! Harder!”
Minho jabs his rectum, until he sees that the popsicle has melted completely and Key’s ass is a dripping mess. He discards the stick, gets another popsicle and fucks Key with it, who gladly accepts the intrusion. This continues until they are down to the last popsicle, and it’s halfway melted. Key is 2 seconds away from belting out the national anthem of Korea, his asshole a runny, bubbly, fruity mess, and numb cold. Minho takes out the popsicle and looks down at his erection, which was poking out past his boxers. He slips out of his boxers, strokes his cock a few times, and rams his entire length into Key.
Key is about to cry out, but Minho takes that popsicle and shoves it in Key’s mouth before he says anything.
Whatever Key is saying right now, is possibly “Was this popsicle in my ass?!” Minho ignores it and thrusts frantically, Key’s tight core was cold, and Minho’s dick was hot; the sensation felt amazing. He probed deeper, grunting in pleasure. His free hand pumps Key’s aching cock, and thumbs the slit wihich had a glob of precum oozing out.
Key moans helplessly around the popsicle, humping Minho’s cock without any thought. He was stretching and squeezing around Minho’s length, and synchronizing against Minho jacking himself off. The popsicle fell from Key’s mouth, causing his moans to increase ten fold.
“Ah Minho yah, I’m so close.” He whined, and Minho moaned in reply.
“Kibum sshi…” Minho’s eyes flutter, and after several more thrusts, he slows down to separated, long, and extremely powerful thrusts. Every thrust tenses his body, his muscles tightening and flexing. With a final thrust, he froze, came hard with a long groan, and slumped onto Key, causing Key to come in sporadic spurts and collapse on the floow.
The room was filled with gasps and groans; Minho’s chest heaving against his back.
“My God.” Key rasped, lazily crawling up from under Minho. “You are… damn.”
“No longer left out,” Minho breathed. Key giggled, licking his lips. He looked about the mess on the floor, grimacing.
“Taemin’s gonna kill us for eating his popsicles.”