Tonight 5/? (Minho/Key;NC-17)
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥ Also a special thanks, mad props and street cred to my helpful little muse meridianslair for this chapter.
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4
A/N2: Comments are lovely (though not required)......but if you leave me gifs I will want to have your children. XD oh and Key's shirt would look something like THIS
***
Key arrived at exactly 8:23. Not that Minho had been compulsively checking the clock or anything. The diva strode through the door, attitude resonating off him and striking something within Minho.
"You're late." Minho stated plainly.
"Fashionably." Key rolled his eyes as he took off his shoes; turning pointedly to close to door.
Minho swallowed a chuckle. As Key took off his jacket, Minho noticed that he was wearing one of the shirts he'd purchased for him. He felt an odd warmth spread through his chest, but he pushed it down. He just needed to get whateverthefuck this was right the hell out of his system. He moved closer to run a finger over the shirts collar, letting out an appreciative sigh.
"Mmm, it looks good on you."
Key swatted his hand away. "Why?"
Minho huffed out a laugh. "Why? Well the fit-"
Key narrowed his eyes as he cut the taller boy off.
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
Minho's face hardened. "I don't know."
"This isn't normal for you." Key said in a whisper. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Don't try to know me, Key." Minho spoke sullenly as he turned away.
"How could I? You don't even know yourself! You stupid little boy. Can't even make up your mind when it comes to something that should be so simple. Why am I even wasting my time with you?!" Key spat acidly as he moved to grab his coat.
Minho clasped a hand firmly around he diva's wrist. "Wait."
It was spoken so softly that Key barely heard it. But he did, and he paused. Minho took Key's hesitance and spun him around. He pressed his lips to Key's pout. The shorter boy melted against him, his steely resolve dropping away. Minho tried to put everything he was feeling into the kiss. The frustration, his uncertainty, the raw passion he felt for the diva- everything.
Every time their worlds collided, Minho could feel a little more of his facade dropping away; unraveling into the ether. The little voice that was plaguing him was muted down to nothing but a shadow of a whisper. As he swiped is tongue inside Key's mouth he felt it finally go silent. The only thing he could hear was the roaring 'thump thump' of his pulse in his ears. Heart beating staccato and unevenly. Key's hands were roaming wantonly along his back, clawing at his shirt. Minho tugged at the shorter boy, a silent plea to move toward his bedroom.
They stumbled through the living room, limbs tangling hopelessly against each other. Key abruptly backed into a table, sending a vase crashing toward the floor. The sound of the expensive glass shattering caused both boys to break the kiss.
"Oh shit." Key said as he covered his mouth, vibrant laughter bubbling up in his chest.
"I guess we should watch where we're going." Minho mused; eyebrows raised.
Minho sized up the table they'd just bumped into and made a split-second decision. He swept his arm across the surface, sending everything on the table crashing to the floor. Key watched in astonishment as papers and the like fluttered through the air. He barely had time to catch the mischievous glint in the taller boy's eyes before he found himself hoisted up onto the table top. Minho's fingers clung to the diva's shirt greedily before ripping it off. He was about to remove his own, but Key was too fast for him. The shorter boy tore at Minho's shirt; buttons spraying the surrounding surfaces. The taller boy gaped openly.
"That was new." The taller boy grimaced.
"It looks better on the floor." Key stated seriously, though the undertone of desire was evident in his voice.
He ran a hand over Minho's taut stomach, fingers dipping in between the curves of the musculature. "In fact, you should never wear shirts." Key’s eyes drank in the bare flesh, wonderment coloring his features.
Minho licked as his lower lip as he raised a brow; pressing against the diva. "Is that so?"
"Yes. I decided." Key relayed with finality as he grabbed for Minho's face, guiding him into another breathless kiss.
Soon pants and boxers were tugged off, leaving both boys naked; erections leaning proud against their lower abdomens. Minho stepped back a few feet and began to fish around in the couch cushions, emerging seconds later with a condom. Key gave him an incredulous look.
"What? You know my reputation." Minho shot back as he unwrapped the condom.
"It's like you're a spy....but instead of a glock stashed away, it's Trojans." Key spoke in fascination.
"Yeah, but what I'm packing," Minho said with a snort as he pulled Key off the table and bent him over it, "is a lot more powerful than a hand gun."
Key scoffed audibly. "Was that supposed to be sexy? Because you sound ridicu- UUHHH!" Key's taunt was obliterated from his throat as Minho fully imbedded himself.
Minho pulled out and then pushed back in slowly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?" He teased with feigned innocence.
"Minho?" Key groaned out, voice riddled with lust.
"Mmm yeah?" The taller responded as he plunged deeper.
"Shut up and fuck me into the table already." Key ordered roughly as he felt Minho's cock tap at his prostate.
Nothing else was said - unless you count unintelligible moans and grunts. Sweat coated Key's stomach, making his skin stick uncomfortably to the table. His hands slid along the glossy wood trying to find purchase to no avail. Minho's thrusts were long and powerful, as if he was really trying to fuse the diva and the table together.
Minho felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his dick as his knees began to shake. He adjusted his thrusts so that the tip of his dick was raking over Key's prostate with each thrust. Moments later he heard the diva let out the most beautiful, debauched, guttural moan as he shot his load. With the shorter boy's ass clenching around him Minho came as well. Legs buckling as he slumped forward over Key.
Several seconds later they both melted to the floor in a sticky pile, arms and legs entwined. Breathing became steady and heartbeats synchronized.
"We should probably clean that up." Key said absently, fingers carding lazily through the other boy’s dark locks.
Minho lifted his head to survey the room. "Clean what? Your cum off the table leg, or the vase you broke with your ass?" He said as he bit back a chuckle.
Key slapped a hand against Minho's bare stomach. "Fuck you." The diva glared, but the tone of his voice was lighthearted.
"Mmm, maybe next round."
TBC
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥ Also a special thanks, mad props and street cred to my helpful little muse meridianslair for this chapter.
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4
A/N2: Comments are lovely (though not required)......but if you leave me gifs I will want to have your children. XD oh and Key's shirt would look something like THIS
***
Key arrived at exactly 8:23. Not that Minho had been compulsively checking the clock or anything. The diva strode through the door, attitude resonating off him and striking something within Minho.
"You're late." Minho stated plainly.
"Fashionably." Key rolled his eyes as he took off his shoes; turning pointedly to close to door.
Minho swallowed a chuckle. As Key took off his jacket, Minho noticed that he was wearing one of the shirts he'd purchased for him. He felt an odd warmth spread through his chest, but he pushed it down. He just needed to get whateverthefuck this was right the hell out of his system. He moved closer to run a finger over the shirts collar, letting out an appreciative sigh.
"Mmm, it looks good on you."
Key swatted his hand away. "Why?"
Minho huffed out a laugh. "Why? Well the fit-"
Key narrowed his eyes as he cut the taller boy off.
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
Minho's face hardened. "I don't know."
"This isn't normal for you." Key said in a whisper. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Don't try to know me, Key." Minho spoke sullenly as he turned away.
"How could I? You don't even know yourself! You stupid little boy. Can't even make up your mind when it comes to something that should be so simple. Why am I even wasting my time with you?!" Key spat acidly as he moved to grab his coat.
Minho clasped a hand firmly around he diva's wrist. "Wait."
It was spoken so softly that Key barely heard it. But he did, and he paused. Minho took Key's hesitance and spun him around. He pressed his lips to Key's pout. The shorter boy melted against him, his steely resolve dropping away. Minho tried to put everything he was feeling into the kiss. The frustration, his uncertainty, the raw passion he felt for the diva- everything.
Every time their worlds collided, Minho could feel a little more of his facade dropping away; unraveling into the ether. The little voice that was plaguing him was muted down to nothing but a shadow of a whisper. As he swiped is tongue inside Key's mouth he felt it finally go silent. The only thing he could hear was the roaring 'thump thump' of his pulse in his ears. Heart beating staccato and unevenly. Key's hands were roaming wantonly along his back, clawing at his shirt. Minho tugged at the shorter boy, a silent plea to move toward his bedroom.
They stumbled through the living room, limbs tangling hopelessly against each other. Key abruptly backed into a table, sending a vase crashing toward the floor. The sound of the expensive glass shattering caused both boys to break the kiss.
"Oh shit." Key said as he covered his mouth, vibrant laughter bubbling up in his chest.
"I guess we should watch where we're going." Minho mused; eyebrows raised.
Minho sized up the table they'd just bumped into and made a split-second decision. He swept his arm across the surface, sending everything on the table crashing to the floor. Key watched in astonishment as papers and the like fluttered through the air. He barely had time to catch the mischievous glint in the taller boy's eyes before he found himself hoisted up onto the table top. Minho's fingers clung to the diva's shirt greedily before ripping it off. He was about to remove his own, but Key was too fast for him. The shorter boy tore at Minho's shirt; buttons spraying the surrounding surfaces. The taller boy gaped openly.
"That was new." The taller boy grimaced.
"It looks better on the floor." Key stated seriously, though the undertone of desire was evident in his voice.
He ran a hand over Minho's taut stomach, fingers dipping in between the curves of the musculature. "In fact, you should never wear shirts." Key’s eyes drank in the bare flesh, wonderment coloring his features.
Minho licked as his lower lip as he raised a brow; pressing against the diva. "Is that so?"
"Yes. I decided." Key relayed with finality as he grabbed for Minho's face, guiding him into another breathless kiss.
Soon pants and boxers were tugged off, leaving both boys naked; erections leaning proud against their lower abdomens. Minho stepped back a few feet and began to fish around in the couch cushions, emerging seconds later with a condom. Key gave him an incredulous look.
"What? You know my reputation." Minho shot back as he unwrapped the condom.
"It's like you're a spy....but instead of a glock stashed away, it's Trojans." Key spoke in fascination.
"Yeah, but what I'm packing," Minho said with a snort as he pulled Key off the table and bent him over it, "is a lot more powerful than a hand gun."
Key scoffed audibly. "Was that supposed to be sexy? Because you sound ridicu- UUHHH!" Key's taunt was obliterated from his throat as Minho fully imbedded himself.
Minho pulled out and then pushed back in slowly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?" He teased with feigned innocence.
"Minho?" Key groaned out, voice riddled with lust.
"Mmm yeah?" The taller responded as he plunged deeper.
"Shut up and fuck me into the table already." Key ordered roughly as he felt Minho's cock tap at his prostate.
Nothing else was said - unless you count unintelligible moans and grunts. Sweat coated Key's stomach, making his skin stick uncomfortably to the table. His hands slid along the glossy wood trying to find purchase to no avail. Minho's thrusts were long and powerful, as if he was really trying to fuse the diva and the table together.
Minho felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his dick as his knees began to shake. He adjusted his thrusts so that the tip of his dick was raking over Key's prostate with each thrust. Moments later he heard the diva let out the most beautiful, debauched, guttural moan as he shot his load. With the shorter boy's ass clenching around him Minho came as well. Legs buckling as he slumped forward over Key.
Several seconds later they both melted to the floor in a sticky pile, arms and legs entwined. Breathing became steady and heartbeats synchronized.
"We should probably clean that up." Key said absently, fingers carding lazily through the other boy’s dark locks.
Minho lifted his head to survey the room. "Clean what? Your cum off the table leg, or the vase you broke with your ass?" He said as he bit back a chuckle.
Key slapped a hand against Minho's bare stomach. "Fuck you." The diva glared, but the tone of his voice was lighthearted.
"Mmm, maybe next round."
TBC