Tonight 10/? (MinKey; NC-17)
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6 CH7 CH8 CH 9
***
Key clapped excitedly after the introductions were made.
"Two of my favorite people under one roof!"
Minho smiled but it wasn't totally genuine. Yes he was happy that Key was happy, and he was also glad that somehow Taemin was going to help him - but he couldn't help being a little jealous of how Key fawned over the smaller boy. How he grinned like a fool at every tiny gesture that Taemin made. Minho tried to shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that they were just good friends. He was a little perturbed when they sat at the table for dinner; Key was equidistant from both of them. Minho pouted internally, thinking Key should've picked a side.
"So Minho, I saw your portfolio and I must say that I'm really impressed." Taemin stated before taking a sip of his water.
"Thank you."
"I'm not sure how much Key has told you, but the gallery I work for would love to display your work. Possibly selling some of it, if you'd like."
"Sell it?" Minho furrowed his brows.
"Hell yes sell it." Key exclaimed.
"That's not what I meant. Of course I'd be willing to sell it, I just didn't think anyone in their right mind would buy it." The tall boy shrugged.
At that point Taemin choked on his pasta at Minho's remark, causing sauce to splatter on his face. Key immediately bent over toward their guest and began wiping at the boy's face with his own napkin. Minho felt rage bubbling inside him until Taemin suddenly batted the diva away gently.
"Umma! I can wipe my own face, thank you." He admonished.
"Lies! Just last week you had a grape-juice mustache."
Taemin's cheeks turned a violent pink and he covered up his face with his napkin. A muffled 'I hate you' could be heard from behind the fabric.
Minho felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He had mistaken an unconventional familial bond for a romantic one. He felt the urge to smack himself in the face, but he chose to smile instead.
"Hyung, I don't think you understand the caliber of your work. The gallery owner even said he'd like to buy some of them for his personal collection. He never does that."
"Uh, wow." Minho knew there were probably better statements but he, in all his eloquence, couldn't come up with one.
Taemin's phone buzzed, he looked at the number and quickly excused himself to take the call; getting up to go outside of the dining room. Key began cleaning up the plates while Minho just stared off into space looking stunned. When Key finished he pulled his chair close to Minho and took hold of his hands, shaking him out of his trance.
"So...what do you think?" The diva hedged.
Minho blinked slowly a few times, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.
"This is really happening, isn't it?" He gazed at Key's hesitant face.
"Ne."
"I....don't know what to think, honestly. I never thought anything would come of my photography." Minho spoke with an air of wonderment, his words rolling slowly off his tongue.
Key gave a gentle squeeze to his hands. "You don't give yourself enough credit for your talent."
The younger boy smiled brightly at the statement; his eyes sparked with an unreadable intensity. "That's why I have you."
Taemin walked back into the room with a small pout on his face.
"That was the gallery, someone didn't show up for their shift so I have to go over and cover. I'm sorry to have to cut this short."
"Aigoo, such the responsible young adult!" Key squeaked while pinching Taemin's cheeks.
The smaller boy pried the diva's hands away from his face, scrunching up his nose in mock distaste.
"Minho-hyung, could you show me out? I'm not sure if I remember where I parked." Taemin asked while giving a sheepish look.
Minho nodded in assent and ushered the boy out of his apartment. They remained silent until they reached the parking lot. Taemin turned to Minho and pulled a card out of his wallet, handing it over smoothly.
"That's my contact info at the gallery. You can get in touch that way and we can set up a showing."
Minho gave another nod and then bowed. As he turned to leave a slender hand gripped hard, but not painfully, at his forearm. He gave a questioning glance toward Taemin who had a rather serious look in his eyes.
"I've known Key-hyung for a long time. He was there for me when my real family turned their backs on me. He's my umma, my appa, and my best friend - I don't think I have to tell you exactly how much he means to me." The younger boy stated gravely.
"He really likes you, I might even go as far to say that he's fallen for you. He wouldn't do something like this for just anyone. Now I know that you're taller than me, and undoubtedly much stronger. But so help me - if you break his heart, I will break your face." The younger boy finished with a malicious glare.
Minho was completely taken aback. He never would have expected such fierceness from someone who appeared so innocent. But at the same time he felt a smile forming on his own face. '...he's fallen for you' replayed in his mind and he felt something shift inside. Granted it had probably been moving since he met Key, but hearing those words from someone that knew Key well made everything click. It was like his heart had finally found its way back to the proper place in his chest.
"I...feel the same way about him." Minho admitted shyly. "And if I ever hurt him, I will come to you myself and let you do your worst."
Taemin seemed satisfied with this response because his glowy smile returned to his face and the fire in his eyes dimmed.
"I look forward to your call." He bowed and then got into his car.
***
As Minho rode the elevator back up to his loft he suddenly felt nervous. Did he look different now that he had sort of admitted it out loud? Would Key be able to tell by just looking at him? And how in the hell was he going to go about confessing his true feelings to Key?
He walked on shaky legs into his loft; palms sweating and teeth worrying his lower lip. Key was at the sink singing softly to himself while doing the dishes. All doubt vanished from Minho's mind as he walked up to Key and wrapped his arms around the diva's waist. He nuzzled at Key's ear and inhaled deeply.
"That tickles." He giggled while drying off his hands.
Key turned around slowly in Minho's arms and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stroked a hand through Minho's hair and rubbed at his scalp.
"What's going on in there?"
"I...." Minho began but faltered, the shorter boy's enigmatic smile distracting him briefly.
He picked Key up and seated him on the counter; hands resting on his hipbones.
"Thank you. I....you....wow I suck at this." The taller boy shook his head in frustration.
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." Key giggled, running a finger along Minho's jaw.
"And I don't want you to. Go anywhere, I mean. None of this could've happened without you. It's like nothing made sense until you came along. I was just existing in this life that I wanted no part of...and then one night there you were. I didn't plan on things going this far but they have - and I can't go back to how it was. I won't. Everything is still so uncertain for me right now - except for one thing. All of my future plans include you. If you're not there I don't want them. So...I guess what I'm saying is...stay. Well go home first and get all your stuff, but then come back....and stay with me. Forever, preferably."
It was stuttered and the words caught in the air haltingly, but to Key it was the most perfect confession he could've ever imagined. He knew Minho's reputation, and he never thought he had a chance I hell at changing him - yet he let himself fall anyway. He never expected Minho to catch him.
Minho felt nauseous. It had been a full minute and Key still hadn't spoken. He cursed at himself inwardly, knowing that somehow he must've fucked it up and that at any moment Key was going to bolt. So when the older boy opened his mouth to speak Minho sucked in a breath, waiting for the rejection he was sure was going to come.
"Your plan has a flaw."
Minho hung his head in despair and pulled his hands away from Key, stepping back so the diva could make his exit.
"That part about leaving to get my stuff. That can wait." Key announced with finality as he leapt off the counter and pounced on a rather stunned but ecstatic Minho.
Their lips tangled together with the promise of so much more as hands roamed under shirts and along bare flesh. Key had Minho pinned up against the refrigerator as he used his tongue to steal all of the taller boy's coherent thought.
His nimble fingers made quick work of Minho's belt. As Key stepped back to fling the article across the room, Minho took the opportunity to pull his shirt over is head. He felt the weight of Key's gaze across his torso. The older boy's eyes lingered over every contour and dip in Minho's defined torso; feasting on the sublime visual.
The taller boy let out a low chuckle. "See something you like?"
Key licked his lips and then dove for the exposed skin, trailing his tongue along Minho's six-pack. The younger boy gripped at Key's head. A talented tongue snaked its way upward teasing Minho's nipples on its ascent. He let out a small grunt of approval as he inched his hands to the hem of Key's shirt. He worked the shirt up over the older boy's head before pulling the diva flush against his body. Their skin tingled along all the places that they were connected; the intensity of their mental state only serving to heighten the physical sensations. Minho lifted Key again wrapping the older boy's legs around his waist. He began to bite along Key's collarbone as he carried him back to the bedroom.
Minho let Key down gently, neither of them breaking their kiss. They quickly shed the rest of their clothes. Minho laid Key down on the bed and stared at him reverently. He crawled up from the bottom of the bed laving his tongue across the insides of the smaller boy's thighs. Little breathy moans were spilling out of Key's mouth as Minho finally took the waiting cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the base then pulled back; dipping his tongue into the slit. Key's back bowed off the bed in a perfect arc as Minho sucked at his balls, popping them in and out of his mouth.
Key gripped at Minho's shoulder and pulled him up into another feverish kiss. The diva craned Minho's neck to the side and began to mark the silky white flesh with his teeth; claiming the younger boy for all to see later on. Their naked cocks slipped against each other; flushed red and leaking precum. Key canted his hips upward, desperate for more friction. His heart was beating a fierce tattoo inside his ribcage, and he felt like it would explode at any second. In a moment of pure clarity they locked eyes, love and lust blazing in their blown pupils. Key became unexpectedly impatient and flung an arm out to the nightstand; grabbing a random handful of condoms. He sheathed Minho's throbbing dick and positioned it at his entrance.
"Wait. Don't you-"
Key cut him off with a kiss and then pulled back. "I want you inside me. I don't want to wait."
Minho wasted no time in complying as he inched inside Key's waiting hole. The pressure was excruciating, but in the most pleasurable way. It was the kind of feeling that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and the oxygen to be sucked from your lungs. The diva made a rough keening noise as Minho sank in fully. They stilled their movements for a minute; Minho's scorching breath loud in Key's ear. When they finally started moving again the room was filled with a symphony of blissful notes; some groaned and some all out screamed. The sound of their skin slapping together acted like a metronome for the masterpiece that they were creating with their bodies and souls. It was unlike any other time that they'd fucked before. As Minho clutched onto Key for all he was worth he finally felt like he'd found that inexplicable thing he'd been searching for all his life. It wasn't something as cliche as 'being complete' it was more just being better. Being with Key made him better. His days, his nights, everything was just better.
He felt little tremors building in his stomach and knew he was close to the edge, so he brought a hand between them and began stroking Key's cock while ramming his prostate. The diva's unbridled screams only served to make Minho's release more intense. He emptied himself into the condom as Key shot his load between their stomachs. Minho collapsed on top of Key, basking in the post-orgasm high. The older boy traced his fingers along Minho's back as they tried to regulate their breathing. Key kissed along where Minho's neck and shoulder met, worshipping the delicate flesh with his lips and tongue.
Minho rolled off and disposed of the condom, then turned back on his side to face Key. The older boy was still lying on his back; eyes hooded. Minho moved his index finger along Key's profile, admiring his features.
"Perfect."
The diva laughed and turned onto his side. "Not quite, but close enough."
Minho arched a brow as he rubbed a thumb along Key's lower lip.
"Cocky, are we?"
"Shut up." The diva swatted at the younger boy and then pulled him into a kiss.
As they fell asleep Minho let his mind drift. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had been worried that after all was said and done he would lose interest. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his confession and their love-making served to reinforce his feelings. He hugged the smaller boy closer to his side as he drifted off. For the first time he felt fully at rest, and he owed it all to Key.
TBC
A/N2: Smut chap is back! I hope it was......*ahem* satisfying..... XD
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6 CH7 CH8 CH 9
***
Key clapped excitedly after the introductions were made.
"Two of my favorite people under one roof!"
Minho smiled but it wasn't totally genuine. Yes he was happy that Key was happy, and he was also glad that somehow Taemin was going to help him - but he couldn't help being a little jealous of how Key fawned over the smaller boy. How he grinned like a fool at every tiny gesture that Taemin made. Minho tried to shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that they were just good friends. He was a little perturbed when they sat at the table for dinner; Key was equidistant from both of them. Minho pouted internally, thinking Key should've picked a side.
"So Minho, I saw your portfolio and I must say that I'm really impressed." Taemin stated before taking a sip of his water.
"Thank you."
"I'm not sure how much Key has told you, but the gallery I work for would love to display your work. Possibly selling some of it, if you'd like."
"Sell it?" Minho furrowed his brows.
"Hell yes sell it." Key exclaimed.
"That's not what I meant. Of course I'd be willing to sell it, I just didn't think anyone in their right mind would buy it." The tall boy shrugged.
At that point Taemin choked on his pasta at Minho's remark, causing sauce to splatter on his face. Key immediately bent over toward their guest and began wiping at the boy's face with his own napkin. Minho felt rage bubbling inside him until Taemin suddenly batted the diva away gently.
"Umma! I can wipe my own face, thank you." He admonished.
"Lies! Just last week you had a grape-juice mustache."
Taemin's cheeks turned a violent pink and he covered up his face with his napkin. A muffled 'I hate you' could be heard from behind the fabric.
Minho felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He had mistaken an unconventional familial bond for a romantic one. He felt the urge to smack himself in the face, but he chose to smile instead.
"Hyung, I don't think you understand the caliber of your work. The gallery owner even said he'd like to buy some of them for his personal collection. He never does that."
"Uh, wow." Minho knew there were probably better statements but he, in all his eloquence, couldn't come up with one.
Taemin's phone buzzed, he looked at the number and quickly excused himself to take the call; getting up to go outside of the dining room. Key began cleaning up the plates while Minho just stared off into space looking stunned. When Key finished he pulled his chair close to Minho and took hold of his hands, shaking him out of his trance.
"So...what do you think?" The diva hedged.
Minho blinked slowly a few times, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.
"This is really happening, isn't it?" He gazed at Key's hesitant face.
"Ne."
"I....don't know what to think, honestly. I never thought anything would come of my photography." Minho spoke with an air of wonderment, his words rolling slowly off his tongue.
Key gave a gentle squeeze to his hands. "You don't give yourself enough credit for your talent."
The younger boy smiled brightly at the statement; his eyes sparked with an unreadable intensity. "That's why I have you."
Taemin walked back into the room with a small pout on his face.
"That was the gallery, someone didn't show up for their shift so I have to go over and cover. I'm sorry to have to cut this short."
"Aigoo, such the responsible young adult!" Key squeaked while pinching Taemin's cheeks.
The smaller boy pried the diva's hands away from his face, scrunching up his nose in mock distaste.
"Minho-hyung, could you show me out? I'm not sure if I remember where I parked." Taemin asked while giving a sheepish look.
Minho nodded in assent and ushered the boy out of his apartment. They remained silent until they reached the parking lot. Taemin turned to Minho and pulled a card out of his wallet, handing it over smoothly.
"That's my contact info at the gallery. You can get in touch that way and we can set up a showing."
Minho gave another nod and then bowed. As he turned to leave a slender hand gripped hard, but not painfully, at his forearm. He gave a questioning glance toward Taemin who had a rather serious look in his eyes.
"I've known Key-hyung for a long time. He was there for me when my real family turned their backs on me. He's my umma, my appa, and my best friend - I don't think I have to tell you exactly how much he means to me." The younger boy stated gravely.
"He really likes you, I might even go as far to say that he's fallen for you. He wouldn't do something like this for just anyone. Now I know that you're taller than me, and undoubtedly much stronger. But so help me - if you break his heart, I will break your face." The younger boy finished with a malicious glare.
Minho was completely taken aback. He never would have expected such fierceness from someone who appeared so innocent. But at the same time he felt a smile forming on his own face. '...he's fallen for you' replayed in his mind and he felt something shift inside. Granted it had probably been moving since he met Key, but hearing those words from someone that knew Key well made everything click. It was like his heart had finally found its way back to the proper place in his chest.
"I...feel the same way about him." Minho admitted shyly. "And if I ever hurt him, I will come to you myself and let you do your worst."
Taemin seemed satisfied with this response because his glowy smile returned to his face and the fire in his eyes dimmed.
"I look forward to your call." He bowed and then got into his car.
***
As Minho rode the elevator back up to his loft he suddenly felt nervous. Did he look different now that he had sort of admitted it out loud? Would Key be able to tell by just looking at him? And how in the hell was he going to go about confessing his true feelings to Key?
He walked on shaky legs into his loft; palms sweating and teeth worrying his lower lip. Key was at the sink singing softly to himself while doing the dishes. All doubt vanished from Minho's mind as he walked up to Key and wrapped his arms around the diva's waist. He nuzzled at Key's ear and inhaled deeply.
"That tickles." He giggled while drying off his hands.
Key turned around slowly in Minho's arms and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stroked a hand through Minho's hair and rubbed at his scalp.
"What's going on in there?"
"I...." Minho began but faltered, the shorter boy's enigmatic smile distracting him briefly.
He picked Key up and seated him on the counter; hands resting on his hipbones.
"Thank you. I....you....wow I suck at this." The taller boy shook his head in frustration.
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." Key giggled, running a finger along Minho's jaw.
"And I don't want you to. Go anywhere, I mean. None of this could've happened without you. It's like nothing made sense until you came along. I was just existing in this life that I wanted no part of...and then one night there you were. I didn't plan on things going this far but they have - and I can't go back to how it was. I won't. Everything is still so uncertain for me right now - except for one thing. All of my future plans include you. If you're not there I don't want them. So...I guess what I'm saying is...stay. Well go home first and get all your stuff, but then come back....and stay with me. Forever, preferably."
It was stuttered and the words caught in the air haltingly, but to Key it was the most perfect confession he could've ever imagined. He knew Minho's reputation, and he never thought he had a chance I hell at changing him - yet he let himself fall anyway. He never expected Minho to catch him.
Minho felt nauseous. It had been a full minute and Key still hadn't spoken. He cursed at himself inwardly, knowing that somehow he must've fucked it up and that at any moment Key was going to bolt. So when the older boy opened his mouth to speak Minho sucked in a breath, waiting for the rejection he was sure was going to come.
"Your plan has a flaw."
Minho hung his head in despair and pulled his hands away from Key, stepping back so the diva could make his exit.
"That part about leaving to get my stuff. That can wait." Key announced with finality as he leapt off the counter and pounced on a rather stunned but ecstatic Minho.
Their lips tangled together with the promise of so much more as hands roamed under shirts and along bare flesh. Key had Minho pinned up against the refrigerator as he used his tongue to steal all of the taller boy's coherent thought.
His nimble fingers made quick work of Minho's belt. As Key stepped back to fling the article across the room, Minho took the opportunity to pull his shirt over is head. He felt the weight of Key's gaze across his torso. The older boy's eyes lingered over every contour and dip in Minho's defined torso; feasting on the sublime visual.
The taller boy let out a low chuckle. "See something you like?"
Key licked his lips and then dove for the exposed skin, trailing his tongue along Minho's six-pack. The younger boy gripped at Key's head. A talented tongue snaked its way upward teasing Minho's nipples on its ascent. He let out a small grunt of approval as he inched his hands to the hem of Key's shirt. He worked the shirt up over the older boy's head before pulling the diva flush against his body. Their skin tingled along all the places that they were connected; the intensity of their mental state only serving to heighten the physical sensations. Minho lifted Key again wrapping the older boy's legs around his waist. He began to bite along Key's collarbone as he carried him back to the bedroom.
Minho let Key down gently, neither of them breaking their kiss. They quickly shed the rest of their clothes. Minho laid Key down on the bed and stared at him reverently. He crawled up from the bottom of the bed laving his tongue across the insides of the smaller boy's thighs. Little breathy moans were spilling out of Key's mouth as Minho finally took the waiting cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the base then pulled back; dipping his tongue into the slit. Key's back bowed off the bed in a perfect arc as Minho sucked at his balls, popping them in and out of his mouth.
Key gripped at Minho's shoulder and pulled him up into another feverish kiss. The diva craned Minho's neck to the side and began to mark the silky white flesh with his teeth; claiming the younger boy for all to see later on. Their naked cocks slipped against each other; flushed red and leaking precum. Key canted his hips upward, desperate for more friction. His heart was beating a fierce tattoo inside his ribcage, and he felt like it would explode at any second. In a moment of pure clarity they locked eyes, love and lust blazing in their blown pupils. Key became unexpectedly impatient and flung an arm out to the nightstand; grabbing a random handful of condoms. He sheathed Minho's throbbing dick and positioned it at his entrance.
"Wait. Don't you-"
Key cut him off with a kiss and then pulled back. "I want you inside me. I don't want to wait."
Minho wasted no time in complying as he inched inside Key's waiting hole. The pressure was excruciating, but in the most pleasurable way. It was the kind of feeling that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and the oxygen to be sucked from your lungs. The diva made a rough keening noise as Minho sank in fully. They stilled their movements for a minute; Minho's scorching breath loud in Key's ear. When they finally started moving again the room was filled with a symphony of blissful notes; some groaned and some all out screamed. The sound of their skin slapping together acted like a metronome for the masterpiece that they were creating with their bodies and souls. It was unlike any other time that they'd fucked before. As Minho clutched onto Key for all he was worth he finally felt like he'd found that inexplicable thing he'd been searching for all his life. It wasn't something as cliche as 'being complete' it was more just being better. Being with Key made him better. His days, his nights, everything was just better.
He felt little tremors building in his stomach and knew he was close to the edge, so he brought a hand between them and began stroking Key's cock while ramming his prostate. The diva's unbridled screams only served to make Minho's release more intense. He emptied himself into the condom as Key shot his load between their stomachs. Minho collapsed on top of Key, basking in the post-orgasm high. The older boy traced his fingers along Minho's back as they tried to regulate their breathing. Key kissed along where Minho's neck and shoulder met, worshipping the delicate flesh with his lips and tongue.
Minho rolled off and disposed of the condom, then turned back on his side to face Key. The older boy was still lying on his back; eyes hooded. Minho moved his index finger along Key's profile, admiring his features.
"Perfect."
The diva laughed and turned onto his side. "Not quite, but close enough."
Minho arched a brow as he rubbed a thumb along Key's lower lip.
"Cocky, are we?"
"Shut up." The diva swatted at the younger boy and then pulled him into a kiss.
As they fell asleep Minho let his mind drift. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had been worried that after all was said and done he would lose interest. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his confession and their love-making served to reinforce his feelings. He hugged the smaller boy closer to his side as he drifted off. For the first time he felt fully at rest, and he owed it all to Key.
TBC
A/N2: Smut chap is back! I hope it was......*ahem* satisfying..... XD