just tonight; minkey
- just tonight / drabble -
nc-17 | minkey | sex
an/ written at 3am, excuse the haste in words. oh and, FOR THE MINKEY SHIPPERS <3
i`ll make you hot, show you what i got
Key has his seemingly fragile legs wrapped around the waist of a larger man, Minho. With each thrust, Minho draws out a moan, a pant, a needy sound from the pale boy lying beneath him.
They aren't doing this at 2am for romance, for love or for any sort of analyzed thought. They're in this for the momentary lust, the lust that may leave once the sun comes up, but for now, their bodies meshing; becoming one is all that really matters.
"Fuck, fuck, fuu--" Cusses fall from Key's lips like pouring rain, and he chants Minho's name like it's a mantra--he doesn't know the other, but that's something he's always done, calling his 'partner's' name during their intimate (though sometimes short) moments.
With a slight shift in angle, Minho manages to hit Key's sweet spot, spot on, and with an extra-lewd moan, Minho smirks and repeats his previous actions--he wanted to hear the smaller boy scream for him.
"Aaaah!" There, that was the sound that satisfied his shameless yearn. With 4 last thrusts, Minho let his seed fill Key's wanton hole. Just before Minho removes himself from Key, Key comes with a soft mewl.
~ ~ ~
[ untitled fic ]
nc-17 | minkey | drug-use, will be sex
an/ also written on a whim at 3am, excuse the suckiness of it all. i'll be making this a oneshot soon enough. wish me luck? thank you~ ( your opinion on where this should go would be appreciated <3 )
"See, we be making love constantly.
That's why my eyes are a shade blood burgundy"
Minho passes Key the joint, but not before he takes a puff of it himself. Key gives a look of disgust, but takes the joint and savours the pleasure his body receives from it, anyway. It was like a routine, Minho comes home with .5 ounces of weed, he smokes it, he passes Key a joint, Key protests all the while reaching out to take it, they get high, they live, and then repeat this scenario the very next day. You'd think one would get bored with such a lifestyle.
"Fuck Minho, you should really quit this shit." Minho shrugs,
"Don't want it? Give that shit back." He replies with a mellow tone, what could he help though? Mellowness came with this little friend he had wrapped up and lit up and breathed in. Key didn't oblige, he took another huff of it and says to Minho, like he has said a hundred; thousand times before, although he, himself can't even follow his own advice.
"This shit'll be the death of you, Choi Minho." A playful smirk stretches across their faces.
"Fuck, 'cause you're gonna live soo much longer than me, you sonamabitch." It wasn't meant to be heard through anger, their relationship had started to somewhat depend on weed, this green drug. Literally.
---to be continued
nc-17 | minkey | sex
an/ written at 3am, excuse the haste in words. oh and, FOR THE MINKEY SHIPPERS <3
i`ll make you hot, show you what i got
Key has his seemingly fragile legs wrapped around the waist of a larger man, Minho. With each thrust, Minho draws out a moan, a pant, a needy sound from the pale boy lying beneath him.
They aren't doing this at 2am for romance, for love or for any sort of analyzed thought. They're in this for the momentary lust, the lust that may leave once the sun comes up, but for now, their bodies meshing; becoming one is all that really matters.
"Fuck, fuck, fuu--" Cusses fall from Key's lips like pouring rain, and he chants Minho's name like it's a mantra--he doesn't know the other, but that's something he's always done, calling his 'partner's' name during their intimate (though sometimes short) moments.
With a slight shift in angle, Minho manages to hit Key's sweet spot, spot on, and with an extra-lewd moan, Minho smirks and repeats his previous actions--he wanted to hear the smaller boy scream for him.
"Aaaah!" There, that was the sound that satisfied his shameless yearn. With 4 last thrusts, Minho let his seed fill Key's wanton hole. Just before Minho removes himself from Key, Key comes with a soft mewl.
~ ~ ~
[ untitled fic ]
nc-17 | minkey | drug-use, will be sex
an/ also written on a whim at 3am, excuse the suckiness of it all. i'll be making this a oneshot soon enough. wish me luck? thank you~ ( your opinion on where this should go would be appreciated <3 )
"See, we be making love constantly.
That's why my eyes are a shade blood burgundy"
Minho passes Key the joint, but not before he takes a puff of it himself. Key gives a look of disgust, but takes the joint and savours the pleasure his body receives from it, anyway. It was like a routine, Minho comes home with .5 ounces of weed, he smokes it, he passes Key a joint, Key protests all the while reaching out to take it, they get high, they live, and then repeat this scenario the very next day. You'd think one would get bored with such a lifestyle.
"Fuck Minho, you should really quit this shit." Minho shrugs,
"Don't want it? Give that shit back." He replies with a mellow tone, what could he help though? Mellowness came with this little friend he had wrapped up and lit up and breathed in. Key didn't oblige, he took another huff of it and says to Minho, like he has said a hundred; thousand times before, although he, himself can't even follow his own advice.
"This shit'll be the death of you, Choi Minho." A playful smirk stretches across their faces.
"Fuck, 'cause you're gonna live soo much longer than me, you sonamabitch." It wasn't meant to be heard through anger, their relationship had started to somewhat depend on weed, this green drug. Literally.
---to be continued