Saturday Night View; Minho/Key
in which Minho gets to enjoy a beautiful view on a Saturday night.
Author's Note: inspired by this and this. i guess the previous links are enough. need i say more? ^^;; umm i probably should though especially since i haven’t written for quite some time but the first thing i’m posting after so long is smut. i’m horrible at it, but i just can’t seem to turn down requests so please bear with my nonexistent writing skills if you choose to read on. also, warning: excessive use of the F word. dear readers, i don’t know how but hopefully, it’ll still be an enjoyable fic for you! as always, thanks for clicking your way here and happy reading~ i promise to be back with fluff soon! in the mean time, enjoy the month of June lovelies. :D :D
It only takes one glance at Minho for Jonghyun to know that two of their members are about to go missing for as long as time permits. He quickly steps in front of Minho and blocks the rapper’s view of Kibum in a plain but sinful all white outfit rehearsing his skit with Shin Dongyup. But Jonghyun is reminded about their height difference when Minho doesn’t even have to move for his eyes to continue following Kibum’s (or should he say Eungyo’s) every move.
Frustrated, Jonghyun snaps his fingers in front of Minho’s eyes and whispers loudly, “Minho.”
“What?” Unhappy that he is being disturbed, Minho frowns but doesn’t bother sparing a look at Jonghyun.
“No.” Jonghyun says sternly.
It’s then Minho looks at his hyung with a smirk.
“Yes.”
”Don’t you have any self-control?”
“Not with Kibum looking like that.”
Minho doesn’t even hesitate in his answer.
Jonghyun has to stop himself from slapping Minho as he attempts to talk his bandmate out of what he obviously plans to do.
“There’s no time for-”
“We have an hour till the live show, don’t we?”
“Yes but-”
“That’s more than enough.” Minho pats Jonghyun on his shoulder reassuringly, “I’ll see you in an hour, hyung.”
With that, Minho leaves the set and heads backstage first. Jonghyun wishes that he doesn’t know what Minho is up to but it’s clear as crystal that the rapper is off to search for a place where he can’t be found by irrelevant people.
“Where’s Minho going?”
Jonghyun turns to look at Jinki and sighs at the leader’s cluelessness.
“I’m guessing some sort of storeroom… hopefully not the bathroom because that’s just too obvious a place.”
“What…?”
“Nothing, hyung.”
Jonghyun shakes his head and chooses not to clarify the situation to Jinki. It’s good that he remains as out of the loop as Taemin is. Besides, Kibum has just finished his rehearsal and it’s now Jonghyun’s mission to stop him.
Needless to say, Kibum doesn’t make things easy for him either when the first thing he asks is the last question Jonghyun wants to answer.
“Where’s Minho?”
Appearing more comfortable than he should be in a black wig and a summer outfit that is best suited for a girl, Kibum looks expectantly at the two oldest as he adjusts his loose white shirt.
While Jonghyun shrugs and stays silent, Jinki decides to be more helpful.
“Backstage… I think Jjong mentioned a storeroom or-”
“Hyung!” Jonghyun should have seen this coming.
Kibum is about to say something when the coordi-noona returns his phone to him and he reads what seems to be his latest message received.
“Never mind.”
With a smile on his face, Kibum easily gets the staff off his back by informing them that he’ll return backstage to change his clothes. Without gaining any suspicion especially since the attention is quickly turned to Taemin who is up next for rehearsals, Kibum quickly leaves the set.
Knowing the inevitable is about to happen, Jonghyun can’t help but feel anxious.
“Relax Jjong.”
Surprised, Jonghyun raises an eyebrow at Jinki who has suddenly turned all leader-like.
Jinki simply smiles in return.
“They’ve never been caught so…”
The rest is left unspoken. In the next second, as Jinki focuses on watching the maknae rehearse, Jonghyun decides he should re-evaluate all his beliefs.
“So…”
With his hands on Minho’s chest, Kibum pushes the rapper away and breaks their kiss momentarily because there’s something he is curious about.
Minho groans, frustrated that Kibum isn’t letting him close to his lips for the time being, but in the next second, sees the perfect opportunity presented to him. Smirking, Minho pulls Kibum’s large shirt down his shoulder and moves to trail kisses down the expanse of his neck.
It’s a win-win situation. Kibum can continue talking while Minho doesn’t have to stop what he has wanted to do the moment he saw Kibum in the offending outfit that barely covers anything.
One hand now holding Minho’s shoulder while the other sneaks its way to his hips and under his annoying black t-shirt, Kibum closes his eyes and presses his lips tightly together. There’s something about Minho’s lips on his skin that makes it hard for him to speak so it takes Kibum a moment before he can actually find his voice.
“What did you-”
The next word is replaced with a moan as Minho suddenly licks him before biting him on his shoulder.
“Choi Minho!” In return, Kibum pinches his waist, “No bite marks, you ass.”
“There isn’t going to be any, I promise.” Minho laughs before he presses a soft kiss on where he has bitten Kibum, “So? You were saying?”
Kibum rolls his eyes as he grasps Minho’s chin and keeps him in place, “What did you tell manager-hyung this time to get the van for ourselves?”
Minho moves Kibum’s hand away and manages to steal a kiss from his lips before answering, “Told him I wanted to catch some sleep.”
“And he didn’t suspect anything?”
“I don’t really care, Bum, can we get back to kissing?”
“No, wait.” Kibum presses two fingers against Minho’s lips and maintains a distance between them, “Did you remember to set an alarm?”
“Yes.”
“Okay-”
It’s the only word Kibum can say because Minho is determined to stop him from asking unnecessary questions and shuts him up by getting their lips and tongues busy again. This time, Kibum doesn’t resist, swirling his tongue around Minho’s, and even slides his hand down to Minho’s crotch. Satisfied to feel his erection, Kibum begins to palm it and fuel Minho’s desire. He has to admit, he’s proud of the fact that he doesn’t even have to do much to turn his boyfriend on.
As Minho continues to kiss him, hot and heavy, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Kibum moves his hand a little further up and expertly unbuttons Minho’s pants. He hastily unzips it, pushes his pants down as much as he can before slipping his hand under Minho’s boxer briefs.
“Tell me…” Kibum drawls while moving his hand up and down Minho’s shaft, their lips barely touching and breathing each other’s air, “Do you like me like this?”
“Kibum…” Minho moans, leaning his forehead against Kibum’s fake black bangs and toying with the ends of the black wig as he brushes their lips together, “You don’t even know how hot you are.”
“Not true…” Kibum smirks because he knows exactly what he does to Minho, “How much did you like seeing me on all fours, baby?”
Just to torment Minho a little more, Kibum pumps his fist faster around Minho’s cock.
“For fuck’s sake, Kibum…” Minho huffs, finding it a challenge to keep his breathing steady with Kibum now thumbing the head of his cock, “I liked- loved it enough to be fucking you right now-”
“But you’re not.” Kibum points out, pausing all movement and even releasing his hold on Minho’s erection before he raises his chin at him in challenge, “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to shut up.”
Before Kibum can shoot a witty response, Minho easily takes his boyfriend’s shirt and the black camisole underneath off before pushing that pair of what can only be booty shorts down his long smooth hairless legs and throwing everything aside. Minho has to say, he’s a little disappointed that Kibum is still wearing his briefs under those already impossibly tight shorts but it’s alright; it’s going to be removed in the next second anyway.
In less than a minute, Kibum finds himself completely naked on the luxurious seat of their van while Minho still has his black shirt on and only his pants halfway down his legs. Truth be told, it turns him on even more.
Knowing Minho is watching him, Kibum licks his dry lips slowly and demands, “Take off your shirt.”
“No time.” Minho refuses as he spreads Kibum’s legs apart until they are on either side of his hips before reaching down and picking up a travel size bottle of lube somewhere from the floor, “I’ll let you admire my abs all you want when we get back home.”
Guilty as charged (because yes, he really does want to stare at Minho’s abs), Kibum pretends not to hear his boyfriend and mutters out loud instead, “Remind me to stock up on lube…”
He then makes himself comfortable on the spacious seat and brings his knees up just enough to tease Minho even more, “Need help, my love?”
Minho shakes his head as he spreads the lube over his fingers and then on himself, “Touch me and I’ll cum before we can even fuck.”
Kibum laughs but stops short when Minho moves his warm hand against his thigh until he is circling his rim with a lubed finger. He then pushes past the tight ring of muscle and slides his finger inside him. Kibum makes a strangled noise when Minho gradually adds more fingers and soon finds himself unable to hold back a moan when his boyfriend decides to go down on him as well.
“Fuck…” Kibum gasps the moment Minho takes him in his mouth and dips his tongue into the slit of his cock.
“Keep doing that…” Kibum watches as Minho hollows his cheeks and continues to suck his shaft sloppily, his lips wet with saliva and generally looking like one hot mess.
It’s all too much for Kibum to handle with Minho fingering him and stimulating his prostate at the same time. As much as Kibum is enjoying the foreplay, all he wants right now is to be fucked hard. And so, he tugs on Minho’s hair as a sign for him to stop and then cups Minho’s face to bring their lips together again.
“Minho…” Kibum kisses the rapper dirtily before speaking against his lips as he reaches down for Minho’s erection and rubs the head of his cock against his entrance, “Fuck me. Now.”
And here, Minho thought, he was the desperate one. It turns out Kibum is even needier than him; not that he’s complaining of course. It’s always his pleasure to be the one that Kibum wants.
With a smile tugging on his lips, Minho takes control, hooking Kibum’s leg around his waist, and finally pushes in slowly. Kibum inhales sharply, lets out a curse and pulls Minho’s hips down hard against him, his fingers digging into Minho’s back.
“Good?” Minho asks, lips brushing against Kibum’s ear, as he begins thrusting in a steady rhythm that has Kibum arching his back in pleasure.
“Fuck yes…” Kibum moves one hand to Minho’s ass and squeezes it while using the other to turn Minho’s face back towards him so he can make the rapper’s lips more swollen than they already are.
As Kibum kisses him, Minho quickens the pace, fucking him with long, deep strokes that hit Kibum in the right spot. His perfectly angled thrusts force Kibum to break their kiss just so he can catch his breath. Hands now splayed across Minho’s back, Kibum closes his eyes in pleasure as he hugs Minho tighter and feels his hot breath tickle his skin.
“Don’t stop…” Kibum whimpers as he feels Minho pulsing inside him, “You feel so fucking good, Min.”
“Don’t steal my line.” Minho laughs breathily and pushes his hips forward, harder and faster, gradually losing his rhythm as his orgasm builds up.
“Kibum ah…” Minho swallows hard as he tucks Kibum’s black hair behind his ear and then caresses his smooth skin, his own hand traveling down between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Kibum’s cock.
Looking into Kibum’s eyes, he forms a ring with his thumb and index finger at the base of Kibum’s shaft before gently tugging up and down, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“So gorgeous…” Kibum breathes out while pushing Minho’s hair back, keeping his fringe away from the sweat on his forehead, “-that I’m gonna make you cum?”
Minho nods and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, taking a short while to soak in this moment of pure ecstasy where Kim Kibum, this beautiful, attractive, gorgeous man is all his.
“So close, Bummie, so fucking close…”
“Me too.” Kibum trembles, drowning in pleasure, as Minho’s thrusts become erratic, “Oh fuck Minho, fuck-”
There’s a mix of curses and Minho’s name escaping from his lips when Kibum finds his release, orgasm ripping through him. He cums into Minho’s hand and collapses back into the seat, vision fading into black. Heart pounding in his ears, Kibum clenches hard around Minho’s cock and makes it impossible for the rapper to hold back any longer. With a couple more thrusts, Minho pulls out and jerks himself a few times before releasing over Kibum’s stomach with a loud moan. His thighs are quaking, body quivering that he has to hold the headrest of the seat with one hand so he doesn’t fall onto Kibum.
“Fucking hell.” Minho exhales, feeling a little light headed as he sways forward to lean his head against the headrest, “That was fucking-”
“Amazing.” Kibum completes Minho’s sentence for him with a laugh.
They share a smile when their eyes meet, Kibum looking up while Minho looks down. It’s in that moment when Minho can’t help but lean down to kiss Kibum.
“Oh fuck.” Minho curses and suddenly moves away from Kibum.
“What?” Kibum blinks, confused.
Minho looks down at his black shirt, pulls the front of his shirt away from his body and sighs. Kibum follows the direction of Minho’s eyes and realises that some of the cum on his stomach has now stained Minho’s shirt.
Kibum cackles loudly and gently punches Minho on his chest, “Told you to take your shirt off just now but you wouldn’t listen…”
Minho groans, “What am I going to do now?”
“Say you had a wet dream while catching a nap?” Kibum suggests with a playful smirk.
“Kibum…” Minho sulks.
“Alright alright,” Kibum turns serious, “I’ll help you… just take off your shirt first.”
Minho raises an eyebrow, doubtful of Kibum’s intentions.
“Hey, if you don’t want my help…”
“Alright. Fine, fine.”
In one swift movement, Minho pulls his shirt up and over his head before passing it to Kibum.
“Now what?”
Kibum rolls Minho’s shirt into a ball and uses it to wipe the cum off himself before cleaning Minho’s hand.
“Kibum!” Minho’s eyes widen in alarm as he snatches his hand back, “What the hell?!”
Unlike Minho, Kibum lets out a blissful sigh and settles comfortably in the seat.
“Now let me just stare at your abs for three minutes before we get back to the studio and let the coordi-noona deal with your ruined shirt.”
Minho is rendered speechless. He can’t even hold it against him. Not when Kibum is lying naked in front of him and seemingly glowing with happiness.
Besides, since the alarm hasn’t gone off yet, Minho decides he should just use the next three minutes to enjoy the beautiful view as well.
Author's Note: inspired by this and this. i guess the previous links are enough. need i say more? ^^;; umm i probably should though especially since i haven’t written for quite some time but the first thing i’m posting after so long is smut. i’m horrible at it, but i just can’t seem to turn down requests so please bear with my nonexistent writing skills if you choose to read on. also, warning: excessive use of the F word. dear readers, i don’t know how but hopefully, it’ll still be an enjoyable fic for you! as always, thanks for clicking your way here and happy reading~ i promise to be back with fluff soon! in the mean time, enjoy the month of June lovelies. :D :D
It only takes one glance at Minho for Jonghyun to know that two of their members are about to go missing for as long as time permits. He quickly steps in front of Minho and blocks the rapper’s view of Kibum in a plain but sinful all white outfit rehearsing his skit with Shin Dongyup. But Jonghyun is reminded about their height difference when Minho doesn’t even have to move for his eyes to continue following Kibum’s (or should he say Eungyo’s) every move.
Frustrated, Jonghyun snaps his fingers in front of Minho’s eyes and whispers loudly, “Minho.”
“What?” Unhappy that he is being disturbed, Minho frowns but doesn’t bother sparing a look at Jonghyun.
“No.” Jonghyun says sternly.
It’s then Minho looks at his hyung with a smirk.
“Yes.”
”Don’t you have any self-control?”
“Not with Kibum looking like that.”
Minho doesn’t even hesitate in his answer.
Jonghyun has to stop himself from slapping Minho as he attempts to talk his bandmate out of what he obviously plans to do.
“There’s no time for-”
“We have an hour till the live show, don’t we?”
“Yes but-”
“That’s more than enough.” Minho pats Jonghyun on his shoulder reassuringly, “I’ll see you in an hour, hyung.”
With that, Minho leaves the set and heads backstage first. Jonghyun wishes that he doesn’t know what Minho is up to but it’s clear as crystal that the rapper is off to search for a place where he can’t be found by irrelevant people.
“Where’s Minho going?”
Jonghyun turns to look at Jinki and sighs at the leader’s cluelessness.
“I’m guessing some sort of storeroom… hopefully not the bathroom because that’s just too obvious a place.”
“What…?”
“Nothing, hyung.”
Jonghyun shakes his head and chooses not to clarify the situation to Jinki. It’s good that he remains as out of the loop as Taemin is. Besides, Kibum has just finished his rehearsal and it’s now Jonghyun’s mission to stop him.
Needless to say, Kibum doesn’t make things easy for him either when the first thing he asks is the last question Jonghyun wants to answer.
“Where’s Minho?”
Appearing more comfortable than he should be in a black wig and a summer outfit that is best suited for a girl, Kibum looks expectantly at the two oldest as he adjusts his loose white shirt.
While Jonghyun shrugs and stays silent, Jinki decides to be more helpful.
“Backstage… I think Jjong mentioned a storeroom or-”
“Hyung!” Jonghyun should have seen this coming.
Kibum is about to say something when the coordi-noona returns his phone to him and he reads what seems to be his latest message received.
“Never mind.”
With a smile on his face, Kibum easily gets the staff off his back by informing them that he’ll return backstage to change his clothes. Without gaining any suspicion especially since the attention is quickly turned to Taemin who is up next for rehearsals, Kibum quickly leaves the set.
Knowing the inevitable is about to happen, Jonghyun can’t help but feel anxious.
“Relax Jjong.”
Surprised, Jonghyun raises an eyebrow at Jinki who has suddenly turned all leader-like.
Jinki simply smiles in return.
“They’ve never been caught so…”
The rest is left unspoken. In the next second, as Jinki focuses on watching the maknae rehearse, Jonghyun decides he should re-evaluate all his beliefs.
“So…”
With his hands on Minho’s chest, Kibum pushes the rapper away and breaks their kiss momentarily because there’s something he is curious about.
Minho groans, frustrated that Kibum isn’t letting him close to his lips for the time being, but in the next second, sees the perfect opportunity presented to him. Smirking, Minho pulls Kibum’s large shirt down his shoulder and moves to trail kisses down the expanse of his neck.
It’s a win-win situation. Kibum can continue talking while Minho doesn’t have to stop what he has wanted to do the moment he saw Kibum in the offending outfit that barely covers anything.
One hand now holding Minho’s shoulder while the other sneaks its way to his hips and under his annoying black t-shirt, Kibum closes his eyes and presses his lips tightly together. There’s something about Minho’s lips on his skin that makes it hard for him to speak so it takes Kibum a moment before he can actually find his voice.
“What did you-”
The next word is replaced with a moan as Minho suddenly licks him before biting him on his shoulder.
“Choi Minho!” In return, Kibum pinches his waist, “No bite marks, you ass.”
“There isn’t going to be any, I promise.” Minho laughs before he presses a soft kiss on where he has bitten Kibum, “So? You were saying?”
Kibum rolls his eyes as he grasps Minho’s chin and keeps him in place, “What did you tell manager-hyung this time to get the van for ourselves?”
Minho moves Kibum’s hand away and manages to steal a kiss from his lips before answering, “Told him I wanted to catch some sleep.”
“And he didn’t suspect anything?”
“I don’t really care, Bum, can we get back to kissing?”
“No, wait.” Kibum presses two fingers against Minho’s lips and maintains a distance between them, “Did you remember to set an alarm?”
“Yes.”
“Okay-”
It’s the only word Kibum can say because Minho is determined to stop him from asking unnecessary questions and shuts him up by getting their lips and tongues busy again. This time, Kibum doesn’t resist, swirling his tongue around Minho’s, and even slides his hand down to Minho’s crotch. Satisfied to feel his erection, Kibum begins to palm it and fuel Minho’s desire. He has to admit, he’s proud of the fact that he doesn’t even have to do much to turn his boyfriend on.
As Minho continues to kiss him, hot and heavy, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Kibum moves his hand a little further up and expertly unbuttons Minho’s pants. He hastily unzips it, pushes his pants down as much as he can before slipping his hand under Minho’s boxer briefs.
“Tell me…” Kibum drawls while moving his hand up and down Minho’s shaft, their lips barely touching and breathing each other’s air, “Do you like me like this?”
“Kibum…” Minho moans, leaning his forehead against Kibum’s fake black bangs and toying with the ends of the black wig as he brushes their lips together, “You don’t even know how hot you are.”
“Not true…” Kibum smirks because he knows exactly what he does to Minho, “How much did you like seeing me on all fours, baby?”
Just to torment Minho a little more, Kibum pumps his fist faster around Minho’s cock.
“For fuck’s sake, Kibum…” Minho huffs, finding it a challenge to keep his breathing steady with Kibum now thumbing the head of his cock, “I liked- loved it enough to be fucking you right now-”
“But you’re not.” Kibum points out, pausing all movement and even releasing his hold on Minho’s erection before he raises his chin at him in challenge, “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to shut up.”
Before Kibum can shoot a witty response, Minho easily takes his boyfriend’s shirt and the black camisole underneath off before pushing that pair of what can only be booty shorts down his long smooth hairless legs and throwing everything aside. Minho has to say, he’s a little disappointed that Kibum is still wearing his briefs under those already impossibly tight shorts but it’s alright; it’s going to be removed in the next second anyway.
In less than a minute, Kibum finds himself completely naked on the luxurious seat of their van while Minho still has his black shirt on and only his pants halfway down his legs. Truth be told, it turns him on even more.
Knowing Minho is watching him, Kibum licks his dry lips slowly and demands, “Take off your shirt.”
“No time.” Minho refuses as he spreads Kibum’s legs apart until they are on either side of his hips before reaching down and picking up a travel size bottle of lube somewhere from the floor, “I’ll let you admire my abs all you want when we get back home.”
Guilty as charged (because yes, he really does want to stare at Minho’s abs), Kibum pretends not to hear his boyfriend and mutters out loud instead, “Remind me to stock up on lube…”
He then makes himself comfortable on the spacious seat and brings his knees up just enough to tease Minho even more, “Need help, my love?”
Minho shakes his head as he spreads the lube over his fingers and then on himself, “Touch me and I’ll cum before we can even fuck.”
Kibum laughs but stops short when Minho moves his warm hand against his thigh until he is circling his rim with a lubed finger. He then pushes past the tight ring of muscle and slides his finger inside him. Kibum makes a strangled noise when Minho gradually adds more fingers and soon finds himself unable to hold back a moan when his boyfriend decides to go down on him as well.
“Fuck…” Kibum gasps the moment Minho takes him in his mouth and dips his tongue into the slit of his cock.
“Keep doing that…” Kibum watches as Minho hollows his cheeks and continues to suck his shaft sloppily, his lips wet with saliva and generally looking like one hot mess.
It’s all too much for Kibum to handle with Minho fingering him and stimulating his prostate at the same time. As much as Kibum is enjoying the foreplay, all he wants right now is to be fucked hard. And so, he tugs on Minho’s hair as a sign for him to stop and then cups Minho’s face to bring their lips together again.
“Minho…” Kibum kisses the rapper dirtily before speaking against his lips as he reaches down for Minho’s erection and rubs the head of his cock against his entrance, “Fuck me. Now.”
And here, Minho thought, he was the desperate one. It turns out Kibum is even needier than him; not that he’s complaining of course. It’s always his pleasure to be the one that Kibum wants.
With a smile tugging on his lips, Minho takes control, hooking Kibum’s leg around his waist, and finally pushes in slowly. Kibum inhales sharply, lets out a curse and pulls Minho’s hips down hard against him, his fingers digging into Minho’s back.
“Good?” Minho asks, lips brushing against Kibum’s ear, as he begins thrusting in a steady rhythm that has Kibum arching his back in pleasure.
“Fuck yes…” Kibum moves one hand to Minho’s ass and squeezes it while using the other to turn Minho’s face back towards him so he can make the rapper’s lips more swollen than they already are.
As Kibum kisses him, Minho quickens the pace, fucking him with long, deep strokes that hit Kibum in the right spot. His perfectly angled thrusts force Kibum to break their kiss just so he can catch his breath. Hands now splayed across Minho’s back, Kibum closes his eyes in pleasure as he hugs Minho tighter and feels his hot breath tickle his skin.
“Don’t stop…” Kibum whimpers as he feels Minho pulsing inside him, “You feel so fucking good, Min.”
“Don’t steal my line.” Minho laughs breathily and pushes his hips forward, harder and faster, gradually losing his rhythm as his orgasm builds up.
“Kibum ah…” Minho swallows hard as he tucks Kibum’s black hair behind his ear and then caresses his smooth skin, his own hand traveling down between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Kibum’s cock.
Looking into Kibum’s eyes, he forms a ring with his thumb and index finger at the base of Kibum’s shaft before gently tugging up and down, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“So gorgeous…” Kibum breathes out while pushing Minho’s hair back, keeping his fringe away from the sweat on his forehead, “-that I’m gonna make you cum?”
Minho nods and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, taking a short while to soak in this moment of pure ecstasy where Kim Kibum, this beautiful, attractive, gorgeous man is all his.
“So close, Bummie, so fucking close…”
“Me too.” Kibum trembles, drowning in pleasure, as Minho’s thrusts become erratic, “Oh fuck Minho, fuck-”
There’s a mix of curses and Minho’s name escaping from his lips when Kibum finds his release, orgasm ripping through him. He cums into Minho’s hand and collapses back into the seat, vision fading into black. Heart pounding in his ears, Kibum clenches hard around Minho’s cock and makes it impossible for the rapper to hold back any longer. With a couple more thrusts, Minho pulls out and jerks himself a few times before releasing over Kibum’s stomach with a loud moan. His thighs are quaking, body quivering that he has to hold the headrest of the seat with one hand so he doesn’t fall onto Kibum.
“Fucking hell.” Minho exhales, feeling a little light headed as he sways forward to lean his head against the headrest, “That was fucking-”
“Amazing.” Kibum completes Minho’s sentence for him with a laugh.
They share a smile when their eyes meet, Kibum looking up while Minho looks down. It’s in that moment when Minho can’t help but lean down to kiss Kibum.
“Oh fuck.” Minho curses and suddenly moves away from Kibum.
“What?” Kibum blinks, confused.
Minho looks down at his black shirt, pulls the front of his shirt away from his body and sighs. Kibum follows the direction of Minho’s eyes and realises that some of the cum on his stomach has now stained Minho’s shirt.
Kibum cackles loudly and gently punches Minho on his chest, “Told you to take your shirt off just now but you wouldn’t listen…”
Minho groans, “What am I going to do now?”
“Say you had a wet dream while catching a nap?” Kibum suggests with a playful smirk.
“Kibum…” Minho sulks.
“Alright alright,” Kibum turns serious, “I’ll help you… just take off your shirt first.”
Minho raises an eyebrow, doubtful of Kibum’s intentions.
“Hey, if you don’t want my help…”
“Alright. Fine, fine.”
In one swift movement, Minho pulls his shirt up and over his head before passing it to Kibum.
“Now what?”
Kibum rolls Minho’s shirt into a ball and uses it to wipe the cum off himself before cleaning Minho’s hand.
“Kibum!” Minho’s eyes widen in alarm as he snatches his hand back, “What the hell?!”
Unlike Minho, Kibum lets out a blissful sigh and settles comfortably in the seat.
“Now let me just stare at your abs for three minutes before we get back to the studio and let the coordi-noona deal with your ruined shirt.”
Minho is rendered speechless. He can’t even hold it against him. Not when Kibum is lying naked in front of him and seemingly glowing with happiness.
Besides, since the alarm hasn’t gone off yet, Minho decides he should just use the next three minutes to enjoy the beautiful view as well.