Late Night
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I wake up with the worst hard-on and he’s beside me, and he’s perfect, and he’s beautiful, but he’s asleep. And even though he’s so pretty when he sleeps, this will never work if he doesn’t wake up. Because I know how pissed he’ll be if I try to get inside him while he’s asleep. Normally I’m not like this. Normally I can wait until it’s morning and we can take a shower together or jack each other off. Normally I have patience but for some reason I don’t tonight. Maybe it’s because of that dream. Yeah, it’s because of that fucking dream. That fucking dream where he’s all splayed out beneath me, legs spread and back arched with two of his own fingers stuck knuckle deep in his ass, and I know he’s curling them just the way he likes me to do it. That fucking dream where I slap his hand away and lean down to nuzzle his cock with my lips and poke my tongue out just for a little taste, and of course he tastes like the fucking sweetest dish on earth. That fucking dream where he’s been sucking on my dick for so long it’s dripping and his spit is running down my balls. That fucking dream when I finally shove myself into him, and he lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Oh, shit. I need him - now.
I roll over onto my side, careful to keep my erection away from his backside although I want to grind myself against him, so that he doesn’t think I’m some kind of horny bastard (although I guess I am,) and I slide my arm over his waist, stroking the exposed section of his flat and toned stomach.
He sighs happily in his sleep and I almost feel bad for wanting to wake him up so I can fuck him until daylight. Almost. But that pretty smile on his face, the one that’s letting me know he’s having a good dream, isn’t enough to stop me as I place a kiss where his neck meets his shoulder and drag my fingers over the expanse of his stomach.
I’ve always loved his body. I think everyone loves his body. But I’m so fucking lucky to be able to worship it - so fucking lucky to be the only one to ravish him night after night. Just like I want to do right now.
I take a quick look at the clock, and it’s only one in the morning. I have about five hours to get this shit started, and if it takes five hours to start, then I only have an hour to perform, so I’m anxious to wake him up and make him feel good.
“Kibum,” I whisper, kissing the skin beneath his ear, nibbling on his earlobe next.
He mumbles incoherently and subconsciously rolls away from me and onto his stomach. I can’t help but scowl at him. It’s not fair for me to be, but I feel upset when he moves away from me, even if he has no control over it.
I sigh and whisper his name again and let my hand travel underneath his shirt and up his back. I rake my nails down his spine and let them dip beneath the waistband of the boxers he’s wearing - my boxers - and brush against the swell of his ass.
It’s cute the way my boxers practically fall off of him. And at the same time it’s sexy because I know how easy it will be to get him out of them when he finally wakes up.
When my finger dips into the crack of his ass, I feel his body tense, and I know he’s awake now.
“Minho?” he breaths sleepily.
My cock twitches because hearing my name in that breathless voice reminds me of the way he says it when I’m fucking him so hard he can barely breathe. “You awake, baby?” I ask even though I know it’s a fucking stupid question.
He wiggles under my hand until he’s freed himself from me and turns onto his side to face me. “Why are you awake?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunched up together and he looks fucking cute like that.
I lick my lips because suddenly they feel dry. “I can’t sleep. I’ve been awake,” I lie. I’ve only been awake for fifteen minutes if that.
“Are you sick?” He reaches out and slips his hand beneath my hair and places it against my forehead. “Omo, you’re burning up, Minho. We should go to the hospital.”
“No!” I say quickly, shaking my head. “No. I’m fine.”
“My hand feels like it’s going to melt against your forehead. You’re not fine,” he replies, as he sits up.
I quickly reach out and take the back of his head and guide him towards me, but he smacks my arm and pulls away. “Gross, if you’re sick, I’m not going to catch it, too.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not sick, okay? I just really want to fuck you.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. And silently, I curse my dick for speaking for me.
“You what?” he snaps angrily, glaring at me.
“That’s not what I meant to say.” Yes it is. “We haven’t had a lot of alone time, lately.” I say instead, as if it will fix anything I had previously said.
He growls at me. “You woke me up because you can’t go to the bathroom and take care of it? Choi Minho, I need at least six hours of uninterrupted sleep a night and you’re fucking it!”
I’d like to fuck you. “Baby, I just miss being with you,” I say with a pout.
I watch him and, oh, fuck yes he has that look on his face. He’s giving in. I’m definitely getting some tonight and my dick knows it. I can feel it pulsing, and I know how badly it wants me to get it in Kibum, and I plan to.
I hold my arms out to him and wiggle my fingertips pleadingly a few times and he finally gives in and settles in my arms. Maybe if I give him a good solid five minutes of cuddle time, he’ll suck my dick.
His face comes in contact with the bare skin of my chest and he nestles against it, giving it a few kisses that make my heart swell and jump in my chest because no matter how much hot, nasty sex we have, I know that we still love each other and that Kibum likes to show it in ways of little kisses and snuggles.
My hand cups his chin and I tilt his face towards mine so that I can kiss him, and his lips are soft - softer than a girl’s - and they taste so good. I could kiss him all night and I would if my dick didn’t hurt so badly. I run my hand up the side of his cheek and place my thumb against the corner of his mouth and press against it slightly, and he gets the hint and opens his mouth, allowing my tongue to seek out his.
His mouth is like velvet. Soft, silky velvet and it tastes just about as good as the rest of him does. And the way he always moans into my mouth, even if I’m not turned on and I’m just kissing him hello or goodbye, is one of the sexiest things about him. I love how easily I can turn him on. With just a simple kiss with a little tongue, his cock springs to life. Exactly how it just did.
I reach down to happily find that the boxer’s he’s wearing are tented and I rub the palm of my hand over his covered dick. He moans into my mouth again and then the tables have turned and he’s straddling me and rubbing his ass over my cock.
“Fuck, Kibum.” Our mouths disconnect and I look down so that I can watch myself unwrap his dick, and it’s way better than opening presents on Christmas day. At the same time he removes his shirt it bobs up and slaps against his stomach, leaking and leaving little trails and dots against his skin that reflect in the moonlight creeping into our room. I use my thumb to smear some of it around on his skin and then I bring it to my mouth where I greedily suck off his juices.
He whimpers above me and reaches down and grabs his cock and I have to admit that I have a fetish for watching him pleasure himself. The way his head falls back and his mouth hangs open and he lets out little breaths of excitement - he doesn’t need me there. He can fuck or make love to himself and it’s always so beautiful and I don’t even have to be in the room. But he likes me to be. And I like me to be.
I watch hungrily as he stokes himself from base to tip, squeezing out more of his delicious pre-come all over his hand and stomach. And then I hold my breath as I watch him bring that hand to his velvet mouth and start to suck on his fingers.
“Oh god,” I groan, and I reach for his shoulder and pull his chest to mine, then start pushing him down. “Suck me a little, please.” I only say please because I know it’s a sure way to get his mouth around my cock and like a perfectly memorized rhyme, he slides all the way down, taking my boxers with him and curling his tongue around the head of my dick. “Oh, fuck yes.”
One, two, three licks and he pushes his head down and takes me to the hilt and I never really understood how he could do that. Yeah, I’m pretty cocky when it comes to the size of my dick, and it’s no Jinki’s, but it’s pretty fucking big but Key can take it like a champ and he always does.
He hums around my dick and the vibrations feel so good that I can’t hold my hips down and they fuck up into his mouth, gagging him a little bit but he recovers instantly and gives me a rough suck in return.
I’ve been watching him up until this point but now I can’t hold my head up any longer and it falls back onto the mattress and all I see is the plain white ceiling while the most amazing heat is suffocating my dick. Well, not the most amazing heat, but Key’s mouth is a close second to Key’s ass and it feels so good around my cock that I have to reach down and hold the back of his head to make sure I get my fill of it for the night before I fuck him.
The slurps and sucking sounds echo through the room and in the back of my head I vaguely wonder if Taemin had actually fallen asleep in our room tonight or if he had gone to bed with Jinki to cuddle because I wouldn’t let him cuddle with Key and I last night. But I could care less if Taemin is in the room. He can watch the show if he wants - I’m not embarrassed at all by the way I rail Kibum and fuck him into the mattress and I know Kibum isn’t embarrassed by it either, because he’s the one that always starts it by giving me hand jobs underneath the table when we eat dinner.
Oh god yes. I can feel my orgasm coming on, but I want to cum inside him, so I gently grab his hair and pull him up and he wipes his mouth lazily with the back of his hand and gives me a little smirk. The little cockslut. He’s damn proud of his work.
I grab his bicep and flip him beneath me and even I’m surprised by how smoothly the whole thing went when neither of us fell off of the bed. Key reaches down and pulls his boxers the rest of the way off and kicks mine down to my calves and I leave them there because I’m way too impatient and I don’t have time to concentrate on getting them off.
“Fuck me, Minho.” Key begs, grabbing my ass and pulling my hips flush between his legs.
I growl and dryly rub myself against his ass crack while I blindly fumble around and through the nightstand, looking for that fucking bottle of lube so I can get this going because it’s already almost two-thirty and I hadn’t realized how long we’d been fooling around and I hadn’t realized that Key had just willingly sucked my dick for almost a half hour.
“I don’t need it, just fuck me,” Key insists, but I’d never take him dry because I care about him too much and even though I love watching him limp around the next morning after a rough fuck, I’d never want him to feel pain while we’re at it.
When I find the bottle after dismissing Key’s comment, I sit back on my ankles and unscrew the cap and spill a ridiculous amount onto my fingers. I know I don’t need this much so I cut the amount in half with my fingers and wipe one half onto my dick and the other onto his. I thoroughly slick my cock and teasingly rub my fingers around his entrance. “You want prep?” I ask, looking into his eyes that are completely black and totally blown with lust.
He shakes his head and that little minx-like smile appears on his face so I don’t waste another second and I sheath myself completely in his mind-blowingly tight heat. I groan and I have to still myself for a minute because it feels like my dick might rip off - but it always feels like that, and it feels so fucking good.
“C’mon, move,” Key whines, his nails digging into my ass as he tries to pull me in deeper and fuck, that’s so fucking hot.
Pulling out to the tip, I reached down and start spreading the lube around on his cock and then I shove myself back inside of him. He moans and his head pushes back into the mattress and I fucking smirk because I love the way I make Key feel. I love the way he clenches around me and I love how right now, one of his hands is over mine on his cock and the both of us are stroking him while I’m pounding into him.
The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and the thick gushy sound of us squeezing his slicked-up dick. He’s letting out heavy moans every few seconds and I compliment some of those with groans and sighs of my own, because there’s nothing that I love more than being with Key.
His hips lift off of the bed to meet my every thrust and slowly but surely he gets his legs around my ribs and his hands are back on my ass again. “Let me put my legs over your shoulders.” He says, and I pull my chest away from his and keep thrusting while we maneuver into our new position and his ankles lock behind my neck.
“Oh god, yeah,” he moans, moving his hands from my ass to my thighs where he presses until I get the hint and I sit back on my ankles again. “Oh fuck, right there, Minho. Oh f-uck.”
I know I’ve hit the jackpot. Key’s prostate is right at the tip of my dick, and I’m taking full advantage of the fact that I can abuse the fuck out of it until he cums all over himself. I take his cock in my hand again and start roughly tugging on him just the way he likes it and I’m so fucking pleased that my plan played out exactly how I wanted it to. It’s two-forty-five and I’m fucking him into the mattress and the headboard is chipping the paint on the wall. Oops.
Key lets out another long, blissful moan and I know he’s so close. He’s so close and he doesn’t know what to do about it, and that’s why his perfectly manicured nails are digging into my thighs and that’s why his head is thrashing from side-to-side and he’s streaming the most dirty tributary of talk that I think I’ve ever heard from such a beautiful mouth. It eggs me on. Now I want to talk dirty, too.
“You feel so good,” I growl, squeezing the base of his dick to postpone his orgasm for a few more minutes so that we can come together. “I know you’re close, baby, but I want to cum with you. Can you wait for me, you little slut?”
He nods and arches his back and the bow is so beautiful I’m not quite sure what to do so I take my free hand and slip it underneath him and I hold the small of his back while I fuck him and simultaneously jerk him off.
Then suddenly he squeezes around me and my vision goes out because it’s so fucking tight and I start jerking him at an excruciating pace. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. Cum with me,” I say and I start paying attention only to the head of his dick and my thumb continuously swipes over it and runs along the ridges and over the slit.
He cries out and my hand is instantly covered in cum, and the cum that has missed my hand is pooled in the creases of his stomach. And how tightly he is clenching around me instantaneously triggers my own release and I spill into him for what feels like forever, and it’s the best forever I’ve ever felt.
As we come down from our high, I carefully continue to stroke him and let him ride of the waves of pleasure until he’s completely spent and his legs start slipping from around my neck.
Slowly and gently I pull out of him and let his legs slide down my sides until they’re wrapped comfortably around my waist again. Then I lean down and rest my forearms on either side of his head and I kiss him softly because I know that even though he won’t admit it, he loves reassuring kisses after we fuck each other’s brains out.
He looks over at the clock and then smiles a little bit and says, “We have a few more hours to sleep.”
And sleep is exactly what I fucking need right now. I roll off of him, kicking my boxers off the rest of the way, and then pull him against me and my mind registers that I didn’t clean the cum off of his stomach before we started cuddling but I also don’t care, because that’s what showers are for.
I yawn and tuck my chin over the top of his head and I tell him that I love him because I really do with all of my heart. “Sorry for waking you up,” I apologize, smiling because I really wasn’t that sorry, but only a little sorry.
“I’m not.” He replies, kissing my neck. “I was starting to have a wet dream about us anyways.”
And just like that my eyes pop open and I’m suddenly not tired anymore.
“What happened in the dream?”
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Author's Note: I'm not even sure what spurred this on but I don't really care either because I love Minkey.
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I wake up with the worst hard-on and he’s beside me, and he’s perfect, and he’s beautiful, but he’s asleep. And even though he’s so pretty when he sleeps, this will never work if he doesn’t wake up. Because I know how pissed he’ll be if I try to get inside him while he’s asleep. Normally I’m not like this. Normally I can wait until it’s morning and we can take a shower together or jack each other off. Normally I have patience but for some reason I don’t tonight. Maybe it’s because of that dream. Yeah, it’s because of that fucking dream. That fucking dream where he’s all splayed out beneath me, legs spread and back arched with two of his own fingers stuck knuckle deep in his ass, and I know he’s curling them just the way he likes me to do it. That fucking dream where I slap his hand away and lean down to nuzzle his cock with my lips and poke my tongue out just for a little taste, and of course he tastes like the fucking sweetest dish on earth. That fucking dream where he’s been sucking on my dick for so long it’s dripping and his spit is running down my balls. That fucking dream when I finally shove myself into him, and he lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Oh, shit. I need him - now.
I roll over onto my side, careful to keep my erection away from his backside although I want to grind myself against him, so that he doesn’t think I’m some kind of horny bastard (although I guess I am,) and I slide my arm over his waist, stroking the exposed section of his flat and toned stomach.
He sighs happily in his sleep and I almost feel bad for wanting to wake him up so I can fuck him until daylight. Almost. But that pretty smile on his face, the one that’s letting me know he’s having a good dream, isn’t enough to stop me as I place a kiss where his neck meets his shoulder and drag my fingers over the expanse of his stomach.
I’ve always loved his body. I think everyone loves his body. But I’m so fucking lucky to be able to worship it - so fucking lucky to be the only one to ravish him night after night. Just like I want to do right now.
I take a quick look at the clock, and it’s only one in the morning. I have about five hours to get this shit started, and if it takes five hours to start, then I only have an hour to perform, so I’m anxious to wake him up and make him feel good.
“Kibum,” I whisper, kissing the skin beneath his ear, nibbling on his earlobe next.
He mumbles incoherently and subconsciously rolls away from me and onto his stomach. I can’t help but scowl at him. It’s not fair for me to be, but I feel upset when he moves away from me, even if he has no control over it.
I sigh and whisper his name again and let my hand travel underneath his shirt and up his back. I rake my nails down his spine and let them dip beneath the waistband of the boxers he’s wearing - my boxers - and brush against the swell of his ass.
It’s cute the way my boxers practically fall off of him. And at the same time it’s sexy because I know how easy it will be to get him out of them when he finally wakes up.
When my finger dips into the crack of his ass, I feel his body tense, and I know he’s awake now.
“Minho?” he breaths sleepily.
My cock twitches because hearing my name in that breathless voice reminds me of the way he says it when I’m fucking him so hard he can barely breathe. “You awake, baby?” I ask even though I know it’s a fucking stupid question.
He wiggles under my hand until he’s freed himself from me and turns onto his side to face me. “Why are you awake?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunched up together and he looks fucking cute like that.
I lick my lips because suddenly they feel dry. “I can’t sleep. I’ve been awake,” I lie. I’ve only been awake for fifteen minutes if that.
“Are you sick?” He reaches out and slips his hand beneath my hair and places it against my forehead. “Omo, you’re burning up, Minho. We should go to the hospital.”
“No!” I say quickly, shaking my head. “No. I’m fine.”
“My hand feels like it’s going to melt against your forehead. You’re not fine,” he replies, as he sits up.
I quickly reach out and take the back of his head and guide him towards me, but he smacks my arm and pulls away. “Gross, if you’re sick, I’m not going to catch it, too.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not sick, okay? I just really want to fuck you.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. And silently, I curse my dick for speaking for me.
“You what?” he snaps angrily, glaring at me.
“That’s not what I meant to say.” Yes it is. “We haven’t had a lot of alone time, lately.” I say instead, as if it will fix anything I had previously said.
He growls at me. “You woke me up because you can’t go to the bathroom and take care of it? Choi Minho, I need at least six hours of uninterrupted sleep a night and you’re fucking it!”
I’d like to fuck you. “Baby, I just miss being with you,” I say with a pout.
I watch him and, oh, fuck yes he has that look on his face. He’s giving in. I’m definitely getting some tonight and my dick knows it. I can feel it pulsing, and I know how badly it wants me to get it in Kibum, and I plan to.
I hold my arms out to him and wiggle my fingertips pleadingly a few times and he finally gives in and settles in my arms. Maybe if I give him a good solid five minutes of cuddle time, he’ll suck my dick.
His face comes in contact with the bare skin of my chest and he nestles against it, giving it a few kisses that make my heart swell and jump in my chest because no matter how much hot, nasty sex we have, I know that we still love each other and that Kibum likes to show it in ways of little kisses and snuggles.
My hand cups his chin and I tilt his face towards mine so that I can kiss him, and his lips are soft - softer than a girl’s - and they taste so good. I could kiss him all night and I would if my dick didn’t hurt so badly. I run my hand up the side of his cheek and place my thumb against the corner of his mouth and press against it slightly, and he gets the hint and opens his mouth, allowing my tongue to seek out his.
His mouth is like velvet. Soft, silky velvet and it tastes just about as good as the rest of him does. And the way he always moans into my mouth, even if I’m not turned on and I’m just kissing him hello or goodbye, is one of the sexiest things about him. I love how easily I can turn him on. With just a simple kiss with a little tongue, his cock springs to life. Exactly how it just did.
I reach down to happily find that the boxer’s he’s wearing are tented and I rub the palm of my hand over his covered dick. He moans into my mouth again and then the tables have turned and he’s straddling me and rubbing his ass over my cock.
“Fuck, Kibum.” Our mouths disconnect and I look down so that I can watch myself unwrap his dick, and it’s way better than opening presents on Christmas day. At the same time he removes his shirt it bobs up and slaps against his stomach, leaking and leaving little trails and dots against his skin that reflect in the moonlight creeping into our room. I use my thumb to smear some of it around on his skin and then I bring it to my mouth where I greedily suck off his juices.
He whimpers above me and reaches down and grabs his cock and I have to admit that I have a fetish for watching him pleasure himself. The way his head falls back and his mouth hangs open and he lets out little breaths of excitement - he doesn’t need me there. He can fuck or make love to himself and it’s always so beautiful and I don’t even have to be in the room. But he likes me to be. And I like me to be.
I watch hungrily as he stokes himself from base to tip, squeezing out more of his delicious pre-come all over his hand and stomach. And then I hold my breath as I watch him bring that hand to his velvet mouth and start to suck on his fingers.
“Oh god,” I groan, and I reach for his shoulder and pull his chest to mine, then start pushing him down. “Suck me a little, please.” I only say please because I know it’s a sure way to get his mouth around my cock and like a perfectly memorized rhyme, he slides all the way down, taking my boxers with him and curling his tongue around the head of my dick. “Oh, fuck yes.”
One, two, three licks and he pushes his head down and takes me to the hilt and I never really understood how he could do that. Yeah, I’m pretty cocky when it comes to the size of my dick, and it’s no Jinki’s, but it’s pretty fucking big but Key can take it like a champ and he always does.
He hums around my dick and the vibrations feel so good that I can’t hold my hips down and they fuck up into his mouth, gagging him a little bit but he recovers instantly and gives me a rough suck in return.
I’ve been watching him up until this point but now I can’t hold my head up any longer and it falls back onto the mattress and all I see is the plain white ceiling while the most amazing heat is suffocating my dick. Well, not the most amazing heat, but Key’s mouth is a close second to Key’s ass and it feels so good around my cock that I have to reach down and hold the back of his head to make sure I get my fill of it for the night before I fuck him.
The slurps and sucking sounds echo through the room and in the back of my head I vaguely wonder if Taemin had actually fallen asleep in our room tonight or if he had gone to bed with Jinki to cuddle because I wouldn’t let him cuddle with Key and I last night. But I could care less if Taemin is in the room. He can watch the show if he wants - I’m not embarrassed at all by the way I rail Kibum and fuck him into the mattress and I know Kibum isn’t embarrassed by it either, because he’s the one that always starts it by giving me hand jobs underneath the table when we eat dinner.
Oh god yes. I can feel my orgasm coming on, but I want to cum inside him, so I gently grab his hair and pull him up and he wipes his mouth lazily with the back of his hand and gives me a little smirk. The little cockslut. He’s damn proud of his work.
I grab his bicep and flip him beneath me and even I’m surprised by how smoothly the whole thing went when neither of us fell off of the bed. Key reaches down and pulls his boxers the rest of the way off and kicks mine down to my calves and I leave them there because I’m way too impatient and I don’t have time to concentrate on getting them off.
“Fuck me, Minho.” Key begs, grabbing my ass and pulling my hips flush between his legs.
I growl and dryly rub myself against his ass crack while I blindly fumble around and through the nightstand, looking for that fucking bottle of lube so I can get this going because it’s already almost two-thirty and I hadn’t realized how long we’d been fooling around and I hadn’t realized that Key had just willingly sucked my dick for almost a half hour.
“I don’t need it, just fuck me,” Key insists, but I’d never take him dry because I care about him too much and even though I love watching him limp around the next morning after a rough fuck, I’d never want him to feel pain while we’re at it.
When I find the bottle after dismissing Key’s comment, I sit back on my ankles and unscrew the cap and spill a ridiculous amount onto my fingers. I know I don’t need this much so I cut the amount in half with my fingers and wipe one half onto my dick and the other onto his. I thoroughly slick my cock and teasingly rub my fingers around his entrance. “You want prep?” I ask, looking into his eyes that are completely black and totally blown with lust.
He shakes his head and that little minx-like smile appears on his face so I don’t waste another second and I sheath myself completely in his mind-blowingly tight heat. I groan and I have to still myself for a minute because it feels like my dick might rip off - but it always feels like that, and it feels so fucking good.
“C’mon, move,” Key whines, his nails digging into my ass as he tries to pull me in deeper and fuck, that’s so fucking hot.
Pulling out to the tip, I reached down and start spreading the lube around on his cock and then I shove myself back inside of him. He moans and his head pushes back into the mattress and I fucking smirk because I love the way I make Key feel. I love the way he clenches around me and I love how right now, one of his hands is over mine on his cock and the both of us are stroking him while I’m pounding into him.
The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and the thick gushy sound of us squeezing his slicked-up dick. He’s letting out heavy moans every few seconds and I compliment some of those with groans and sighs of my own, because there’s nothing that I love more than being with Key.
His hips lift off of the bed to meet my every thrust and slowly but surely he gets his legs around my ribs and his hands are back on my ass again. “Let me put my legs over your shoulders.” He says, and I pull my chest away from his and keep thrusting while we maneuver into our new position and his ankles lock behind my neck.
“Oh god, yeah,” he moans, moving his hands from my ass to my thighs where he presses until I get the hint and I sit back on my ankles again. “Oh fuck, right there, Minho. Oh f-uck.”
I know I’ve hit the jackpot. Key’s prostate is right at the tip of my dick, and I’m taking full advantage of the fact that I can abuse the fuck out of it until he cums all over himself. I take his cock in my hand again and start roughly tugging on him just the way he likes it and I’m so fucking pleased that my plan played out exactly how I wanted it to. It’s two-forty-five and I’m fucking him into the mattress and the headboard is chipping the paint on the wall. Oops.
Key lets out another long, blissful moan and I know he’s so close. He’s so close and he doesn’t know what to do about it, and that’s why his perfectly manicured nails are digging into my thighs and that’s why his head is thrashing from side-to-side and he’s streaming the most dirty tributary of talk that I think I’ve ever heard from such a beautiful mouth. It eggs me on. Now I want to talk dirty, too.
“You feel so good,” I growl, squeezing the base of his dick to postpone his orgasm for a few more minutes so that we can come together. “I know you’re close, baby, but I want to cum with you. Can you wait for me, you little slut?”
He nods and arches his back and the bow is so beautiful I’m not quite sure what to do so I take my free hand and slip it underneath him and I hold the small of his back while I fuck him and simultaneously jerk him off.
Then suddenly he squeezes around me and my vision goes out because it’s so fucking tight and I start jerking him at an excruciating pace. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. Cum with me,” I say and I start paying attention only to the head of his dick and my thumb continuously swipes over it and runs along the ridges and over the slit.
He cries out and my hand is instantly covered in cum, and the cum that has missed my hand is pooled in the creases of his stomach. And how tightly he is clenching around me instantaneously triggers my own release and I spill into him for what feels like forever, and it’s the best forever I’ve ever felt.
As we come down from our high, I carefully continue to stroke him and let him ride of the waves of pleasure until he’s completely spent and his legs start slipping from around my neck.
Slowly and gently I pull out of him and let his legs slide down my sides until they’re wrapped comfortably around my waist again. Then I lean down and rest my forearms on either side of his head and I kiss him softly because I know that even though he won’t admit it, he loves reassuring kisses after we fuck each other’s brains out.
He looks over at the clock and then smiles a little bit and says, “We have a few more hours to sleep.”
And sleep is exactly what I fucking need right now. I roll off of him, kicking my boxers off the rest of the way, and then pull him against me and my mind registers that I didn’t clean the cum off of his stomach before we started cuddling but I also don’t care, because that’s what showers are for.
I yawn and tuck my chin over the top of his head and I tell him that I love him because I really do with all of my heart. “Sorry for waking you up,” I apologize, smiling because I really wasn’t that sorry, but only a little sorry.
“I’m not.” He replies, kissing my neck. “I was starting to have a wet dream about us anyways.”
And just like that my eyes pop open and I’m suddenly not tired anymore.
“What happened in the dream?”
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Author's Note: I'm not even sure what spurred this on but I don't really care either because I love Minkey.
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