Distraction
Kibum likes to play games. He thinks it’s cute - thinks it’s funny and thinks it’s a good way to pass time. I don’t. He doesn’t play fairly. He uses temptation and seduction - uses dirty text messages and revealing pictures for kicks and giggles. And it’s not so bad when I’m at the dorm or visiting home because at least then I can find some privacy to relieve myself of the erection I’m definitely going to get from each picture or SMS. Unlike now.
“Are you kidding me, Kibum?” I ask out loud, shoving my phone into my pocket as quickly as possible so that no one passing me can see the picture. If they had seen it, they’d never get it out of their brains. I can still see it clearly and it’s tucked away in the safety of a black leather jacket.
I bow to the group of coordi noonas passing by and then I duck into the closest bathroom and lock the door behind myself, pulling my phone out of my pocket again. I unlock the screen and there he is; Kibum and all his glory. And he must be really horny right now, because he’s never sent me a picture like this before. Usually, I get one of his cute little ass or a little sneak peak of the tip of his dick flipped up into the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. But this one? Shit, I can barely find words for it.
This is waiting for you at home.
Underneath the picture is the SMS. I read it over and over again, and I would have kept reading it had my phone not started ringing with Key’s face flashing across the screen. I swallow thickly. A part of me is afraid to answer, but the bigger part of me is afraid of the wrath I’ll face if I don’t answer.
“H-hey, Kibum,” I mumble. I can’t fucking believe I stuttered.
All I’m greeted back with is a heavy moan and a breathy, “Minho-ah.”
I really don’t know how to tackle this situation. So, I play dumb. “Are you okay? I just got to my phone. What’s wrong?” At least my voice did me justice and didn’t betray me.
“Minho-ah, I know you got the picture,” he says. And fuck it, because he really does know.
“P-picture?” I repeat, squeezing my eyes shut and resting my back against the door. My jeans are tightening too familiarly so I reach down to rub myself a little bit to relieve some of the tension.
Kibum chuckles and sighs softly. “Stop pretending and just go with it,” he says, letting out a long, gorgeous moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
My eyes pop open. “Kibum, I’m at work,” I hiss, straightening up.
“Ohh,” he moans again. “Right there. Don’t st-op.”
Fuck, so sexy. “I… I can’t, Kibum.” I shake my head and walk over to the sink. “I’m in the middle of a photo shoot.”
“Exactly,” he replies. “They’re going to notice if you go out there with a huge boner.”
I smirk. “Huge?”
“Shut up,” he scoffs. “Now, have phone sex with me or show off your dick to fans all over the world through the three-page-spread you’re going to get in the magazine.”
I chew on my lip. On one hand, I’ll get scolded for taking so long to get back to the photo shoot, but on the other hand… Kibum is right. I mean, I’m not into that kind of fan service. And even though I know how big of a kick the guys would get out of seeing my boner all over the magazine, I don’t find the possibility to be as funny. “The photographer will probably tell me to take care of it, anyways. Let’s make this quick though.” I give in.
My phone beeps and at first I think Kibum hung up on me, but then I read the words across the screen.
Key<3 would like to video chat.
My fingers press the “accept” button before my brain even has a chance to catch up with them and I seriously almost jizz myself right then and there. Key has his phone propped up at almost the same angle he took the picture at and he’s pressing a finger into himself, moaning like a whore so loudly I’m positive that anyone walking by will hear.
“Fuck me, Minho,” he whimpers.
I feel my jaw fall open and I instantly go for the button on my pants and pop it open, shoving my hand into the pants and my boxers to pull my dick out. I grab the base firmly to wane off the orgasm I have coming on, grunting because this shit is really uncomfortable but I’m not ready to cum yet just because my dick is. “Shit, Kibum,” I say heavily. “That picture you sent me… was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah?” His voice is all breathy and light and slightly whiny… It makes me want to run home and fuck him until he can’t walk for the next two days. I’d gladly carry him around.
“I couldn’t get it out of my head,” I tell him as I start to stroke myself slowly; very slowly. “I kept looking at it at all the wrong fucking times.”
His toes curl into the sheets bunched at the end of the mattress and he moans again. “I wanted you so badly. I still want you. I’m in your room and everything smells like you. Fuck, Minho, it’s driving me crazy.”
“I want you, too, baby. When I get home I’m gonna fuck you so good. Over and over again.”
I stand my phone up against the wall and the sink and shove my pants down a little further so I can reach my entire dick instead of the half of it I pulled out. I curl my other hand around the edge of the sink and let my head fall back for a minute before I force it up again to watch Kibum raise his legs into the air.
“Harder, Minho,” he begs.
“Put another one in, Kibum.” I lick my lips and give my dick a rough stroke that makes my legs shake and like the good boy that Kibum is, he adds another finger and makes another sexy sound for me. “Yeah… Yeah, keep fucking yourself like that, Kibum.”
I speed up my hand, alternating between tugging on myself and twisting my fist around the head of my dick, panting heavily and grunting occasionally because I know how much it turns him on. “Oh, I miss you, Minho,” Key says. “Nothing is as big as you. I couldn’t find anything the right size.”
Holy fucking shit. Holy mother fucking shit. “You looked?” I ask desperately, pulling on my dick with no finesse and no technique - doing anything it’ll take to get me there.
He crooks his fingers in his ass and his back arches and his toes curl into the air. Fucking prostate. “I looked everywhere, Minho. I don’t even care. I want you so bad, I’d fuck myself with anything that was close to you but I couldn’t find it.” His voice is so wrecked; he sounds like he’s is pain, or like he’s about to cry because he wants it so bad. He’s so getting it when I get home.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you when I get home,” I assure him. “I’ll take real good care of you. Just keep talking to me for now. C’mon, baby, keep going.”
I’m so hard it hurts. And I’m definitely being a little too rough with myself, because my dick is so red and my fist is so tight but I can’t stop. I’m. So. Fucking. Close. I’m standing on my toes, my forehead pressed against the mirror with my eyes shut tight and my breath fogging the glass, puffing back up in my face. I’m trying so hard to get there.
“I fingered myself for so long, Minho. I can’t get myself off without you in the room or without you watching. Show me that you’re watching, Minho. Please, show me. I want to cum so bad.” I open my eyes and Kibum leans up on an elbow, his head tilted back just slightly and his mouth hanging open. The second our eyes meet Kibum cries out and strings of cum paint his stomach and his ass tightens around his fingers.
My hips jerk up into my hand and my release hits and my eyes clench shut again. “Oh. Oh, fuck.” It’s so hard to talk. My stomach flexes and my balls tighten and I can’t do anything but thrust into my fist and release choppy breaths every few seconds until I’m done and I’m left lightly holding my cock. “H-holy fuck, Kibum.”
I open my eyes again and Kibum is laying flat on my bed, dragging his fingers through the cum on his stomach. We both stay silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the aftermath of our orgasms, before I start to clean up. I wash my hands and rinse the cum in the sink down the drain. Then, I smirk lazily and pick up my phone. “I got cum on my phone, Kibum.” I grab a paper towel and wipe the screen, and then I throw it away and tuck myself back into my boxers and button up my pants.
“See you when you get home, Minho.”
Beep.
Yes, yes you will, Kibum.