i want your bite (2/2)
title: i want your bite (2/2)
pairing: minkey
rating: nc-17
word count: 1941
summary: kibum looks pretty when he dances.
note: not as happy with this as i could be, but posting it anyway because my fic folder is way too clogged up. if anybody has twitter, you can follow me here :) you can find updates on fics there, amongst other things lmfao
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Kibum snarls as Minho presses him against the wall with his body, but the sound dies on his lips when Minho licks a long stripe of saliva up his neck, an almost cruel laughter escaping as he does so. It’s almost masochistic how much Kibum loves it, how sinful his moan is, when Minho clenches a fist around his collar and smashes their lips together, grinding his hips up against Kibum’s, thrusting his tongue into his mouth with little concern.
“I don’t want to see you dancing like that in front of anybody again.” Minho growls as he pulls on Kibum’s flimsy collar and drags him further down the hallway. Annoyance pinches Kibum’s features and he yanks Minho’s hands off him, backing him up to the nearest object, which happens to be the kitchen counter and stands up on his tiptoes for leverage, towering over Minho.
“Unless it’s for me...” Minho smirks at Kibum’s display of dominance, lets him play with his jawline and down to his clavicle for a few moments until he’s had enough entertainment with being submissive. Kibum clenches his teeth as Minho flips the situation and all of a sudden he’s the one being pressed against the counter, Minho’s hands snaking around to grope his ass, smacking it just hard enough for it to register as he latches his lips onto Kibum’s adam’s apple.
“Minho - “
Minho’s chuckle catches in his throat. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight Kibummie.” Minho pulls Kibum’s shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor, along with his own. Kibum takes a few seconds to admire Minho’s body, trails his fingertips over the dips of his abdomen and traces he ridges.
Minho stares down at him with an odd sort of curiosity, a vague smile on his lips as Kibum is mesmerised. “Like what you see?” He purrs as his fingers undo the button on Kibum’s jeans, then the fly. He slinks down to a crouching position and drags the fabric down with him.
Feeling Minho’s mouth around his cock again is almost torture. He’s not too sure how long he’ll last with Minho swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, the pressure and heat inside his mouth feels so good, but he doesn’t want it that way. He wants to cum with Minho buried deep inside him, hammering into him over and over until he’s breathless.
“You want to get fucked, baby?” Minho stands up and smirks as he presses his hands into Kibum’s hips, tugs him off the counter and slams him against the bedroom door. “Hmm? Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Minho - ”
“Say it, Kibum.” Minho growls as he pulls Kibum away from the door to open it. He pushes on Kibum’s chest, hard enough that the latter stumbles back, knees hitting the bed before he loses his balance and falls back against it. “Say it.”
Kibum scrambles to the top of Minho’s bed, resting his head on the pillows as he watches Minho move around his room, lube in one hand and a foil-wrapped condom in the other. He halts at the foot of the bed, dropping the objects with a soft thud and his eyes trail over Kibum’s naked form from head to toe, sizing up his prey.
“Say it.” He repeats for the third time. His fingers toy with the button of his jeans. There’s a small gasp when Minho finally unzips himself and lets his jeans fall to his feet, but neither of them are sure who made the noise.
“Fuck me, Minho. Please, fuck me, I need you inside me.” Kibum begs, his voice small but needy. Every nerve ending tingles, head spins, as Minho hops on the bed and crawls his way on top of Kibum, legs automatically spreading to let him in. It’s permission, even though Minho doesn’t actually need it. Kibum swallows as Minho locks him in a cage with his body; his hard cock pressing against Kibum’s groin, his hands rooted next to Kibum’s ears. Minho swoops down and catches Kibum’s lips in a bruising kiss, coaxing his lips apart with his tongue.
“Good boy.” Minho lets his elbows unlock and his weight drops against Kibum’s. Their cocks rub together shamelessly and Kibum moans as Minho bites down on his neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving his mark, one that will stay for days.
“Good boys deserve to be rewarded.” Minho smiles, but it’s completely mischievous and offers nothing to settle.
Kibum can feel the room getting hotter, the sexual tension clouding in the humid air. He’s losing control, not that he had much to begin with. Minho makes his descent down Kibum’s body, closing his mouth over one of Kibum’s perk nipples and Kibum lifts his leg, drapes it over Minho’s back as he nips and suckles, his fingers splayed out and making their way down Kibum’s ribcage.
“Minho, just put it in.” Kibum whines as Minho wraps his hand around Kibum’s cock again. Kibum scowls at the light laughter that Minho emits, lips pulling away from Kibum’s nipple with a smack.
“Patience, my little slut.” Minho says. His features are tense, he’s been holding back for so long, his voice so low and thick with need that Kibum finds it remarkable how he can still speak. They’ve both been so pent up, and the taxi ride home helped nothing, the adrenaline rush that came with an audience only fuelled them on.
“Fuck patience, Minho. just - ” Kibum starts to say before his breath cuts out, Minho pushing his knees to his chest, spine curling and chest compressing with the pressure.
“Nah…I’d rather fuck you.” Minho smirks as he sinks down and Kibum’s head lolls back against the bed when he feels Minho’s wet, warm tongue rim his entrance. “So flexible.” Minho purrs as his hands leave the underside of Kibum’s knees and cup Kibum’s ass, pushing it completely off the bed. Kibum struggles to find his breath as his knee almost nudges his own face, thighs quivering, sweat beading on his brow bone. Minho’s tongue darts out again, licking a long stripe down from Kibum’s balls to his asshole and the two connect eyes for a second.
Kibum swears that he’s going to collapse, pass out with the amount of pleasure that Minho’s tongue brings. His eyes flutter closed.
“F-fuck, Minho.” He moans, so loud that it echoes off the walls when Minho presses his tongue inside, lapping at his hole like a kitten with milk.
Minho pushes in a finger and Kibum’s legs twitch, finding it so difficult to get oxygen into his body. He feels delirious, like the entire room is whirling, as Minho pumps his finger in and out, his tongue not ceasing it’s movements, eyes still trained on the way Kibum’s head thrashes against the pillows, occasionally hitting his knees.
“You taste so good.” Minho moans, pulling back for a second to drop a glob of spit. Kibum shivers at the warmth, and soon Minho’s finger is gone, but his tongue is back, pressing flat against Kibum’s asshole, grunting at the way Kibum’s legs tremble so ferociously.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Minho murmurs in awe and Kibum moans in acknowledgement. Minho presses two fingers deep inside, hooks them and pumps them in and out. There’s an acute burning sensation that Kibum craves, longs for, something that he only feels when he’s with Minho.
“Minho, fuck, just…oh god Minho..” Kibum whimpers the second Minho pulls his fingers free, eyes hooded and staring right back at Kibum with such intensity that Kibum shivers. The hand that had been balancing Kibum’s weight drops as Minho leans back and Kibum’s body instantly uncurls with a large gulp of air. With his eyes on Kibum’s, Minho rips the wrapper of the condom away with his teeth and spits it away, teasingly taking his time as he rolls it onto his cock. He picks up the bottle of lube and drizzles some onto Kibum’s stretched, gaping hole and presses his finger in again, revelling in the moan that Kibum emits, the twitch of his abs, and slicks his cock up with the excess.
“You ready baby?” Minho groans, holding the base of his cock and pressing it against Kibum’s hole. He doesn’t even wait for a reply and slams inside in one smooth stroke. There’s no friction, no resistance and Kibum mewls as Minho pauses for air, hooking his arms under Kibum’s knees and pulling them with him as he hovers over Kibum, inclosing him in again.
“Feel good?” Minho hums as Kibum whimpers, hands struggling to find purchase. With a growl on his lips, he settles for plunging his fingers through Minho’s hair, bringing him closer so he can kiss him as Minho starts to pump his cock inside at a steady pace, his pants barely heard over Kibum’s mewling. He sounds like a whore, Kibum knows it, so fucking wanton for Minho, so needy for his cock buried inside him.
“So…good…” Kibum moans, toes curling, inhaling through his teeth as Minho smirks down at him, sucks his lower lip into his mouth and nods in reply. A loud moan takes Kibum by surprise as Minho picks up his pace, slamming his cock inside Kibum so fast, so fast that Kibum doesn’t even register the burn.
“I’ve missed this.” Minho mumbles and sweeps his fringe out of his eyes, wipes the dripping sweat off his forehead with his forearm. “Feel good?” He breathes, eyes intensely staring at Kibum. The latter tries to hold it, tries to keep his eyes open but it feels so fucking good, Minho’s thrusts are spot on his prostate, he feel like he can’t breathe, everything is too much. “Hmm?”
“Minho~” Kibum mewls, trying to communicate something but he’s not exactly sure what. Minho leans back of his heels, lets Kibum’s body uncoil and continues to thrust, taking Kibum’s cock loosely in his hand, answering his unsaid command. He jerks it a few times and Kibum moans louder, spreading his legs wider so Minho can thrust in deeper. He’s so fucking deep already, he’s always known just what got Kibum off, and with a few more flicks of his wrist, Kibum cums for the second time that night, all over his stomach and Minho’s hand. His toes curl, abs tense with his lips parted as he twitches in the aftermath, staring down to the way Minho pulls out, gathers some of Kibum’s cum onto his fingers and spreads it over his cock before plunging back inside. Kibum whimpers as Minho picks up his fast pace again. Minho leans over Kibum, locks him in with his arms and gyrates his hips, the assault to Kibum’s prostate always torture for him at this point.
“I’m going to cum.” Minho moans, flicking his fringe again and pulling all the way out only to slam right back in. “Oh god Kibum you’re so tight…so fucking good…” Minho pants, and Kibum moans in reply, completely spent. Minho grunts as he sits back on his heels again, thrusts inside deeper. “I’m coming…Kibum fuck…” Minho chokes out, thrusts turning sporadic, brows furrowed as his head lolls back on his shoulders before he looks down to his cock and groans at how Kibum’s hole just accepts it with no resistance.
“You’re perfect.” Minho grips the base of his cock and pulls out, hopping off the bed to grab a towel and wipes his face with it. He gulps down a full bottle of water, watching Kibum’s chest heave as he pants and slides back onto the bed.
“Round two?”
pairing: minkey
rating: nc-17
word count: 1941
summary: kibum looks pretty when he dances.
note: not as happy with this as i could be, but posting it anyway because my fic folder is way too clogged up. if anybody has twitter, you can follow me here :) you can find updates on fics there, amongst other things lmfao
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Kibum snarls as Minho presses him against the wall with his body, but the sound dies on his lips when Minho licks a long stripe of saliva up his neck, an almost cruel laughter escaping as he does so. It’s almost masochistic how much Kibum loves it, how sinful his moan is, when Minho clenches a fist around his collar and smashes their lips together, grinding his hips up against Kibum’s, thrusting his tongue into his mouth with little concern.
“I don’t want to see you dancing like that in front of anybody again.” Minho growls as he pulls on Kibum’s flimsy collar and drags him further down the hallway. Annoyance pinches Kibum’s features and he yanks Minho’s hands off him, backing him up to the nearest object, which happens to be the kitchen counter and stands up on his tiptoes for leverage, towering over Minho.
“Unless it’s for me...” Minho smirks at Kibum’s display of dominance, lets him play with his jawline and down to his clavicle for a few moments until he’s had enough entertainment with being submissive. Kibum clenches his teeth as Minho flips the situation and all of a sudden he’s the one being pressed against the counter, Minho’s hands snaking around to grope his ass, smacking it just hard enough for it to register as he latches his lips onto Kibum’s adam’s apple.
“Minho - “
Minho’s chuckle catches in his throat. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight Kibummie.” Minho pulls Kibum’s shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor, along with his own. Kibum takes a few seconds to admire Minho’s body, trails his fingertips over the dips of his abdomen and traces he ridges.
Minho stares down at him with an odd sort of curiosity, a vague smile on his lips as Kibum is mesmerised. “Like what you see?” He purrs as his fingers undo the button on Kibum’s jeans, then the fly. He slinks down to a crouching position and drags the fabric down with him.
Feeling Minho’s mouth around his cock again is almost torture. He’s not too sure how long he’ll last with Minho swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, the pressure and heat inside his mouth feels so good, but he doesn’t want it that way. He wants to cum with Minho buried deep inside him, hammering into him over and over until he’s breathless.
“You want to get fucked, baby?” Minho stands up and smirks as he presses his hands into Kibum’s hips, tugs him off the counter and slams him against the bedroom door. “Hmm? Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Minho - ”
“Say it, Kibum.” Minho growls as he pulls Kibum away from the door to open it. He pushes on Kibum’s chest, hard enough that the latter stumbles back, knees hitting the bed before he loses his balance and falls back against it. “Say it.”
Kibum scrambles to the top of Minho’s bed, resting his head on the pillows as he watches Minho move around his room, lube in one hand and a foil-wrapped condom in the other. He halts at the foot of the bed, dropping the objects with a soft thud and his eyes trail over Kibum’s naked form from head to toe, sizing up his prey.
“Say it.” He repeats for the third time. His fingers toy with the button of his jeans. There’s a small gasp when Minho finally unzips himself and lets his jeans fall to his feet, but neither of them are sure who made the noise.
“Fuck me, Minho. Please, fuck me, I need you inside me.” Kibum begs, his voice small but needy. Every nerve ending tingles, head spins, as Minho hops on the bed and crawls his way on top of Kibum, legs automatically spreading to let him in. It’s permission, even though Minho doesn’t actually need it. Kibum swallows as Minho locks him in a cage with his body; his hard cock pressing against Kibum’s groin, his hands rooted next to Kibum’s ears. Minho swoops down and catches Kibum’s lips in a bruising kiss, coaxing his lips apart with his tongue.
“Good boy.” Minho lets his elbows unlock and his weight drops against Kibum’s. Their cocks rub together shamelessly and Kibum moans as Minho bites down on his neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving his mark, one that will stay for days.
“Good boys deserve to be rewarded.” Minho smiles, but it’s completely mischievous and offers nothing to settle.
Kibum can feel the room getting hotter, the sexual tension clouding in the humid air. He’s losing control, not that he had much to begin with. Minho makes his descent down Kibum’s body, closing his mouth over one of Kibum’s perk nipples and Kibum lifts his leg, drapes it over Minho’s back as he nips and suckles, his fingers splayed out and making their way down Kibum’s ribcage.
“Minho, just put it in.” Kibum whines as Minho wraps his hand around Kibum’s cock again. Kibum scowls at the light laughter that Minho emits, lips pulling away from Kibum’s nipple with a smack.
“Patience, my little slut.” Minho says. His features are tense, he’s been holding back for so long, his voice so low and thick with need that Kibum finds it remarkable how he can still speak. They’ve both been so pent up, and the taxi ride home helped nothing, the adrenaline rush that came with an audience only fuelled them on.
“Fuck patience, Minho. just - ” Kibum starts to say before his breath cuts out, Minho pushing his knees to his chest, spine curling and chest compressing with the pressure.
“Nah…I’d rather fuck you.” Minho smirks as he sinks down and Kibum’s head lolls back against the bed when he feels Minho’s wet, warm tongue rim his entrance. “So flexible.” Minho purrs as his hands leave the underside of Kibum’s knees and cup Kibum’s ass, pushing it completely off the bed. Kibum struggles to find his breath as his knee almost nudges his own face, thighs quivering, sweat beading on his brow bone. Minho’s tongue darts out again, licking a long stripe down from Kibum’s balls to his asshole and the two connect eyes for a second.
Kibum swears that he’s going to collapse, pass out with the amount of pleasure that Minho’s tongue brings. His eyes flutter closed.
“F-fuck, Minho.” He moans, so loud that it echoes off the walls when Minho presses his tongue inside, lapping at his hole like a kitten with milk.
Minho pushes in a finger and Kibum’s legs twitch, finding it so difficult to get oxygen into his body. He feels delirious, like the entire room is whirling, as Minho pumps his finger in and out, his tongue not ceasing it’s movements, eyes still trained on the way Kibum’s head thrashes against the pillows, occasionally hitting his knees.
“You taste so good.” Minho moans, pulling back for a second to drop a glob of spit. Kibum shivers at the warmth, and soon Minho’s finger is gone, but his tongue is back, pressing flat against Kibum’s asshole, grunting at the way Kibum’s legs tremble so ferociously.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Minho murmurs in awe and Kibum moans in acknowledgement. Minho presses two fingers deep inside, hooks them and pumps them in and out. There’s an acute burning sensation that Kibum craves, longs for, something that he only feels when he’s with Minho.
“Minho, fuck, just…oh god Minho..” Kibum whimpers the second Minho pulls his fingers free, eyes hooded and staring right back at Kibum with such intensity that Kibum shivers. The hand that had been balancing Kibum’s weight drops as Minho leans back and Kibum’s body instantly uncurls with a large gulp of air. With his eyes on Kibum’s, Minho rips the wrapper of the condom away with his teeth and spits it away, teasingly taking his time as he rolls it onto his cock. He picks up the bottle of lube and drizzles some onto Kibum’s stretched, gaping hole and presses his finger in again, revelling in the moan that Kibum emits, the twitch of his abs, and slicks his cock up with the excess.
“You ready baby?” Minho groans, holding the base of his cock and pressing it against Kibum’s hole. He doesn’t even wait for a reply and slams inside in one smooth stroke. There’s no friction, no resistance and Kibum mewls as Minho pauses for air, hooking his arms under Kibum’s knees and pulling them with him as he hovers over Kibum, inclosing him in again.
“Feel good?” Minho hums as Kibum whimpers, hands struggling to find purchase. With a growl on his lips, he settles for plunging his fingers through Minho’s hair, bringing him closer so he can kiss him as Minho starts to pump his cock inside at a steady pace, his pants barely heard over Kibum’s mewling. He sounds like a whore, Kibum knows it, so fucking wanton for Minho, so needy for his cock buried inside him.
“So…good…” Kibum moans, toes curling, inhaling through his teeth as Minho smirks down at him, sucks his lower lip into his mouth and nods in reply. A loud moan takes Kibum by surprise as Minho picks up his pace, slamming his cock inside Kibum so fast, so fast that Kibum doesn’t even register the burn.
“I’ve missed this.” Minho mumbles and sweeps his fringe out of his eyes, wipes the dripping sweat off his forehead with his forearm. “Feel good?” He breathes, eyes intensely staring at Kibum. The latter tries to hold it, tries to keep his eyes open but it feels so fucking good, Minho’s thrusts are spot on his prostate, he feel like he can’t breathe, everything is too much. “Hmm?”
“Minho~” Kibum mewls, trying to communicate something but he’s not exactly sure what. Minho leans back of his heels, lets Kibum’s body uncoil and continues to thrust, taking Kibum’s cock loosely in his hand, answering his unsaid command. He jerks it a few times and Kibum moans louder, spreading his legs wider so Minho can thrust in deeper. He’s so fucking deep already, he’s always known just what got Kibum off, and with a few more flicks of his wrist, Kibum cums for the second time that night, all over his stomach and Minho’s hand. His toes curl, abs tense with his lips parted as he twitches in the aftermath, staring down to the way Minho pulls out, gathers some of Kibum’s cum onto his fingers and spreads it over his cock before plunging back inside. Kibum whimpers as Minho picks up his fast pace again. Minho leans over Kibum, locks him in with his arms and gyrates his hips, the assault to Kibum’s prostate always torture for him at this point.
“I’m going to cum.” Minho moans, flicking his fringe again and pulling all the way out only to slam right back in. “Oh god Kibum you’re so tight…so fucking good…” Minho pants, and Kibum moans in reply, completely spent. Minho grunts as he sits back on his heels again, thrusts inside deeper. “I’m coming…Kibum fuck…” Minho chokes out, thrusts turning sporadic, brows furrowed as his head lolls back on his shoulders before he looks down to his cock and groans at how Kibum’s hole just accepts it with no resistance.
“You’re perfect.” Minho grips the base of his cock and pulls out, hopping off the bed to grab a towel and wipes his face with it. He gulps down a full bottle of water, watching Kibum’s chest heave as he pants and slides back onto the bed.
“Round two?”