Of Pillow Talk And More; Minho/Key
In which Minho and Key reach a new high thanks to a self-help book.
Imagine your OTP lying next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling, embarrassed and slightly alarmed by the wild, intense, filthy sex they just had.
Author's Note: so i came across that on tumblr and decided to have some fun with it. except i still don't know how it ended up like this. lmao. i... have nothing else to say except thank you for clicking this story and giving it a read! it's a short story but i hope it'll, at the very least, be entertaining for you~ enjoy! ^^;;;
It was around 1am in the morning when the ceiling had never looked more interesting in Choi Minho's life. Yet, staring at it did nothing to make the situation any better because the whiteness of the paint only reminded him of a similar but heavenly whiteness that flashed behind his eyelids when he had his best orgasm to date. For this, Minho had to thank his one and only, Kim Kibum.
It was actually funny how he and his boyfriend had already done the deed more times than they could even bother to count but were still acting as if they were doing it for the first time. Actually, from what Minho remembered, their first time together wasn't even this embarrassing or awkward. Perhaps because the first time had been as normal as can be, still pleasurable of course, but definitely nowhere close to the wild, filthy, mind blowing sex they just had... Minho could only blame (or maybe, thank) that ridiculous book which Kibum's friend, who shall not be named, had given him on his birthday.
'Secrets of a Supersexpert'
The title of the book was pretty much self-explanatory. When Kibum received it on his birthday and brought it home to share it with him, both of them had brushed it off as a joke. Little did they know, about two months later, it would come of use when Kibum (for the fun of it) suggested they consider the tips in the book and try out a position both of them didn't even know was physically possible. As cynical as they both actually were about it, Minho could safely say, on behalf of Kibum as well, the book was certainly a treasure now that they knew how undeniably effective the sex manual was. Not that their sex life wasn't amazing to begin with... it was just brought to a whole new level.
With the rate of his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, Minho let out a silent breath and tried not to move too obviously as he stole a glance at his boyfriend who had been as quiet as him from the time they separated from one another. Of course, since he was lying in such close proximity to Kibum, Minho’s attempt to be discreet was futile. Just as Kibum entered his sight, a hand blocked his vision as it landed gently on his cheek and turned his face away.
“Don’t look.” Knowing that his face (and even body) was still flushed from their intense bedroom activity, Kibum muttered, “After what we did… I’m not sure if I’m ready to face you yet.”
“It was… well, umm, weird.” Eyes back on the ceiling, Minho couldn’t find an exact word to describe what just happened and eventually settled on the only word that came into his mind. He then let out a breathy laugh and went on to say, “But you can’t deny that was the best sex we ever had, Kibum.”
Kibum groaned and pulled the covers over his head before he cursed and shouted, “Damn it, I can’t believe we have to be freaking gymnasts before we can have the best sex we ever had!”
Minho rolled to lie on his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow, as he tugged the sheets down with his other hand and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend who was looking too gorgeous with his hair messed up in the sexiest of ways, “We should do it again sometime.”
“You mean, like a month later?” Kibum asked as he looked up at his boyfriend with a pout, “It was amazing, Minho, but my muscles ache. I’m not even kidding. My body needs to recover before we try something else.”
“So you’re saying no sex for at least a month?” Minho questioned back while brushing Kibum’s fringe out of his eyes.
Kibum shook his head and wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck, urging him downwards so their lips could meet in a light kiss, before he said, “We can still have sex, just not that kind of sex.”
After the last word escaped Kibum’s lips, both Minho and Kibum instinctively turned to look at the discarded book that had been thrown aside onto the floor along with all their clothes. In an instant, their smiles turned into laughter at the same time.
Turning back to look at each other, Minho leaned his forehead against Kibum’s and sighed contentedly, “You’re awesome, Kibum, but you know that right?”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Kibum replied with a grin, absolutely loving the way his boyfriend adored him so much, “And don’t you dare say you love me.”
“Hmm…” Minho pondered out loud dramatically before he surprised Kibum with a kiss and answered, “I’m actually exhausted but you make me want to go a second round right now.”
Kibum laughed, shaking his head, as he pushed his boyfriend off him, “We need to shower, and change the sheets as well before we sleep.”
“Are you suggesting something?” Minho asked instead, mischief in his eyes, purposely ignoring the second part of Kibum’s instructions.
Kibum got off the bed, choosing to forgo any sort of clothing, as he walked towards the bathroom and said deliberately loud and clear for Minho to hear, “Maybe if you do all the work…”
With a suggestive tone in his voice, Kibum looked back for a quick second and smirked at Minho before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He already knew closing it was going to be completely unnecessary.
Needless to say, Minho got the hint, smiling so blissfully, as he left the bed and joined Kibum in the showers.
Duty called. It was time for some good old bathroom sex.
Imagine your OTP lying next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling, embarrassed and slightly alarmed by the wild, intense, filthy sex they just had.
Author's Note: so i came across that on tumblr and decided to have some fun with it. except i still don't know how it ended up like this. lmao. i... have nothing else to say except thank you for clicking this story and giving it a read! it's a short story but i hope it'll, at the very least, be entertaining for you~ enjoy! ^^;;;
It was around 1am in the morning when the ceiling had never looked more interesting in Choi Minho's life. Yet, staring at it did nothing to make the situation any better because the whiteness of the paint only reminded him of a similar but heavenly whiteness that flashed behind his eyelids when he had his best orgasm to date. For this, Minho had to thank his one and only, Kim Kibum.
It was actually funny how he and his boyfriend had already done the deed more times than they could even bother to count but were still acting as if they were doing it for the first time. Actually, from what Minho remembered, their first time together wasn't even this embarrassing or awkward. Perhaps because the first time had been as normal as can be, still pleasurable of course, but definitely nowhere close to the wild, filthy, mind blowing sex they just had... Minho could only blame (or maybe, thank) that ridiculous book which Kibum's friend, who shall not be named, had given him on his birthday.
'Secrets of a Supersexpert'
The title of the book was pretty much self-explanatory. When Kibum received it on his birthday and brought it home to share it with him, both of them had brushed it off as a joke. Little did they know, about two months later, it would come of use when Kibum (for the fun of it) suggested they consider the tips in the book and try out a position both of them didn't even know was physically possible. As cynical as they both actually were about it, Minho could safely say, on behalf of Kibum as well, the book was certainly a treasure now that they knew how undeniably effective the sex manual was. Not that their sex life wasn't amazing to begin with... it was just brought to a whole new level.
With the rate of his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, Minho let out a silent breath and tried not to move too obviously as he stole a glance at his boyfriend who had been as quiet as him from the time they separated from one another. Of course, since he was lying in such close proximity to Kibum, Minho’s attempt to be discreet was futile. Just as Kibum entered his sight, a hand blocked his vision as it landed gently on his cheek and turned his face away.
“Don’t look.” Knowing that his face (and even body) was still flushed from their intense bedroom activity, Kibum muttered, “After what we did… I’m not sure if I’m ready to face you yet.”
“It was… well, umm, weird.” Eyes back on the ceiling, Minho couldn’t find an exact word to describe what just happened and eventually settled on the only word that came into his mind. He then let out a breathy laugh and went on to say, “But you can’t deny that was the best sex we ever had, Kibum.”
Kibum groaned and pulled the covers over his head before he cursed and shouted, “Damn it, I can’t believe we have to be freaking gymnasts before we can have the best sex we ever had!”
Minho rolled to lie on his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow, as he tugged the sheets down with his other hand and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend who was looking too gorgeous with his hair messed up in the sexiest of ways, “We should do it again sometime.”
“You mean, like a month later?” Kibum asked as he looked up at his boyfriend with a pout, “It was amazing, Minho, but my muscles ache. I’m not even kidding. My body needs to recover before we try something else.”
“So you’re saying no sex for at least a month?” Minho questioned back while brushing Kibum’s fringe out of his eyes.
Kibum shook his head and wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck, urging him downwards so their lips could meet in a light kiss, before he said, “We can still have sex, just not that kind of sex.”
After the last word escaped Kibum’s lips, both Minho and Kibum instinctively turned to look at the discarded book that had been thrown aside onto the floor along with all their clothes. In an instant, their smiles turned into laughter at the same time.
Turning back to look at each other, Minho leaned his forehead against Kibum’s and sighed contentedly, “You’re awesome, Kibum, but you know that right?”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Kibum replied with a grin, absolutely loving the way his boyfriend adored him so much, “And don’t you dare say you love me.”
“Hmm…” Minho pondered out loud dramatically before he surprised Kibum with a kiss and answered, “I’m actually exhausted but you make me want to go a second round right now.”
Kibum laughed, shaking his head, as he pushed his boyfriend off him, “We need to shower, and change the sheets as well before we sleep.”
“Are you suggesting something?” Minho asked instead, mischief in his eyes, purposely ignoring the second part of Kibum’s instructions.
Kibum got off the bed, choosing to forgo any sort of clothing, as he walked towards the bathroom and said deliberately loud and clear for Minho to hear, “Maybe if you do all the work…”
With a suggestive tone in his voice, Kibum looked back for a quick second and smirked at Minho before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He already knew closing it was going to be completely unnecessary.
Needless to say, Minho got the hint, smiling so blissfully, as he left the bed and joined Kibum in the showers.
Duty called. It was time for some good old bathroom sex.