Motivation
Title: Motivation
Genre: Pure smut
Pairing: Minho/Kibum
Rating: NC-17
Words: 897
Summary: Kibum is Minho's motivation.
Author's Note: LOL okay, I feel like I am definitely going to hell for this fic. This definitely was inspired by Motivation by Kelly Rowland. I had that song on loop. LMAO.
“Do you like that?” He asks in a low drunk-like tone. His speech seems slurred because of his movements. Seductiveness is laced with lust and the atmosphere has already changed, but it seems like it is changing again. It moves from sensual to just plain dirty and raunchy. It isn’t a problem-it never is a problem. With such long hours of promoting and dancing, they kill for moments like this. No romance, just pure rough coupling.
Kibum licks Minho’s abused lips and he pulls back slowly, biting his lip. The younger boy’s cheeks are flushed and his lips look puffier than they were before. His hair is scattered amongst his head. Hairs sticking here and there due to their intense body heat.
Minho lightly grazes his long and thin finger up and down Key’s plump and supple thighs, which are on securely on either side of him. Key isn’t going to move anytime soon-he isn’t going to lose this wondrous feeling of being full, of being complete when Minho is inside of him. All the way to the hilt. Completely sheathed by Kibum’s tantalizing heat.
When they are like this, Minho suddenly feels his exhaustion fade away and he is energized. He feels invincible. He feels like superman and that he can accomplish anything. It is like those hours in the studio, flying from country to country means nothing. It isn’t important, never important as this was.
Fingers tighten their grip on the elder’s thighs and he begins to move ever so languidly, like they have all the time in the world. Kibum’s hands are splayed out, bracing himself on Minho’s chest as he gives a simple roll of the hips that has the younger struggling not to make a sound, to not make a peep but it is hard. It’s hard to not give in to Kibum’s ways. Minho is enthralled in the pleasure, the simplicity of it all.
He hasn’t answered Kibum’s question yet because it’s stuck in his throat. He doesn’t know how to get it out yet, he is afraid he might say too much. He doesn’t want to give in yet, he has his pride. But his pride? It is slipping away as Kibum begins to move just a bit faster, changing the way he is sitting a little bit. He leans back and places his hands on the younger’s legs for support. That is just enough for him. The way he is situated, it sets something off in Kibum and he knows what it is. It’s that spot that has never been hard to find for Minho.
Kibum throws his head back in satisfaction, giving a broken moan. “M-Minho…”
He doesn’t care anymore. Minho throws caution into the wind and he groans loudly. He will probably have to explain all of this later but right now, this does not matter. What matters is how Kibum makes Minho feel. Kibum pushes him to great lengths. He always has a challenge for the younger and he never gives up. Kibum motivates him in ways many can’t. In many ways, no one can imagine. He makes Minho want to be a better person. He somehow has this spell over Minho and it makes him believe that anything is possible. That anything that you want to happen, can and will happen if you stay motivated. If you keep that will.
And Minho does keep that will.
Minho gives a particularly hard thrust up into Kibum’s lithe body which causes him to string out curses that he didn’t even know that existed. But then again, anything is possible with Kibum.
“Fuck..” And Kibum leans back up placing his trembling hands on Minho’s stomach. He traces the his abs like he is drawing a picture on Minho’s perfect body.
It isn’t one sided anymore. Minho begins to help the older and soon Kibum is leaving red welts among his stomach that leave Minho gasping in pain but in pleasure as well. He loves it when he has Kibum like this. Shaking and moaning like no tomorrow. His face is scrunched up from the pleasure and in between moaning he tries to suppress them but it doesn’t work. It is too great and Minho basks in the glory of finally tearing down Kibum’s walls because now, he has Kibum where he wants him.
Kibum’s moans raise two octaves and that is when Minho knows. He knows he is close, he knows that it will all end and so he slows down, causing Kibum to let out a frustrated moan. Kibum is desperate and he doesn’t beg, that just isn’t him but now, what Minho has done to him, it has reduced him to it.
“Don’t stop..please..don’t..God…” Kibum is at wit’s end at the moment. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of Minho’s head. Minho leans up and starts leaving butterfly kisses on his chest that has Kibum constantly moaning, constantly begging, and constantly moaning. He is still moving at the same place as Minho still pushes up into him, roughly and vigorously. He is tired and Minho knows it, but he needs it. He needs it so badly.
“Do you like that?” He murmurs against Kibum’s chest. He knows that Kibum is in no place to talk. He is a mess but someone the boy manages a strangled yes.