Drabble: Good Impressions
Title: Good Impressions
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Onho
A/N: Inspired by this and people at first assuming it was Minho's dad. (Btw I don't think it's really him but I rolled with it anyway.) Less than 300 words.
“How did I do? Do you think I left a good impression?”
Sweaty palms grasp his arm and Minho lets out an amused breath in the darkness of his room.
“Hyung, you bowed as soon as you saw him,” Minho points out gently, “Practically held his hand for a grand tour backstage, insisted on accommodating his need to take several photos for memory’s sake, completely disregarded me to give him attention- oh and you smelt like a pig.”
Black eyes look abashedly up to him. “Too much right?”
“More than enough,” Minho corrects, slinging an arm over wet shoulders and placing a chaste kiss on pink lips.
“So what should I do when I meet your mom?” asks the warm voice, reaching up for more light kisses with a bemused smile.
“Take a bath first and foremost,” breathes the taller man, fingers inching under and peeling back a cyan coloured shirt.
“Oh, she likes good hygiene I see.” responds the voice, giggling in that silly way that makes Minho want to roll his eyes as he pushes the figure back onto plush sheets.
“Yes, she does,” he comments absentmindedly, Minho more focused on the damp heated skin trembling beneath his touch.
“Also hyung,” he continues with his hands finding a ruddy nipple, pinching it beneath his grasp to earn a throaty moan in response. “She doesn’t like it when she’s ignored.”
“Minho.” Arms fall around his neck and a hot breath rushes past his collarbones as he is pulled in. “Are we talking about your mom anymore?”
A small chuckle as Minho nips at a curved jawline. “Not really. Not anymore.”
The man pauses beneath him before giving him a wide thoughtful smile.
“I didn't think so.”
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Onho
A/N: Inspired by this and people at first assuming it was Minho's dad. (Btw I don't think it's really him but I rolled with it anyway.) Less than 300 words.
“How did I do? Do you think I left a good impression?”
Sweaty palms grasp his arm and Minho lets out an amused breath in the darkness of his room.
“Hyung, you bowed as soon as you saw him,” Minho points out gently, “Practically held his hand for a grand tour backstage, insisted on accommodating his need to take several photos for memory’s sake, completely disregarded me to give him attention- oh and you smelt like a pig.”
Black eyes look abashedly up to him. “Too much right?”
“More than enough,” Minho corrects, slinging an arm over wet shoulders and placing a chaste kiss on pink lips.
“So what should I do when I meet your mom?” asks the warm voice, reaching up for more light kisses with a bemused smile.
“Take a bath first and foremost,” breathes the taller man, fingers inching under and peeling back a cyan coloured shirt.
“Oh, she likes good hygiene I see.” responds the voice, giggling in that silly way that makes Minho want to roll his eyes as he pushes the figure back onto plush sheets.
“Yes, she does,” he comments absentmindedly, Minho more focused on the damp heated skin trembling beneath his touch.
“Also hyung,” he continues with his hands finding a ruddy nipple, pinching it beneath his grasp to earn a throaty moan in response. “She doesn’t like it when she’s ignored.”
“Minho.” Arms fall around his neck and a hot breath rushes past his collarbones as he is pulled in. “Are we talking about your mom anymore?”
A small chuckle as Minho nips at a curved jawline. “Not really. Not anymore.”
The man pauses beneath him before giving him a wide thoughtful smile.
“I didn't think so.”