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roses by heartshaker
kibum/minho
notes;
3rd installment to flower-themed drabble series
{roses are for passionate love
minho doesn't have a chance to react, in fact he doesn't have any chance at all; once he steps into the hotel room, he's almost immediately thrown against the wall.
he groans loudly when his back bangs into a shelf, and he has to grab the towel around his waist before it falls. "the fuck did you do that for, kibum." he hisses, feeling pain in the back of his skull from his head hitting the wall.
"quit being a baby." is the reply he gets, before searing lips cover his own fresh-from-the-shower cold mouth.
minho reacts clumsily to the liplock at first, mouth taking a second too long to accept the advances of kibum's tongue, but sooner than later, his own tongue is fighting a furious battle with the older member's.
he feels a hand slide up his leg with no care to be discreet, and pull at the edge of his towel. minho panics, focusing on holding the fabric there with a stronger grip.
his distraction makes him lose the battle, and kibum smirks as he dominates the kiss. if he could laugh and kiss at the same time, minho is sure he would.
he shouts as loud as he can while whispering. "what are you doing? they're right next door!"
he glares at kibum, who just answers it with a quirk of his lips into a smirk minho wants to wipe off his face.
he kisses the pulse of the younger's neck almost innocently, and minho is sure he can smell the scent of the hotel's rose shampoo on him. it's something he's sure kibum will make fun of him in the near future.
"jinki is next door, and you know how he sleeps."
minho doesn't let go of the towel; he might want this but he's reluctant to show it, when he was so adamant just before. it was a pride thing.
but kibum knows very well the effect that he has on the taller boy, and of course, he flaunts it right in his face.
"might as well be just you and me, baby." kibum says as he licks at the edge of the younger's ear languidly. predictably, minho shudders, even though he tries hard not to.
"you don't stand a chance." kibum's smirk quirks again, corner of his mouth curving upward confidently. his hand goes to the back of minho's neck, and pulls him back down for another kiss, tongue pushing fiercely against his.
he really doesn't stand a chance at all; minho can already see the superior look on kibum's face, much like his fingers were doing over his hips right now.
a moan slips past his lips when the older boy bites him in the neck. minho pretends he can't hear kibum laughing. opening his clenched eyes a crack, he sees a victorious look dance in the other's eyes, before he kisses him again. it's like a consolation prize for losing against his passions.
he really doesn't mind how lusty their relationship seems though. the both of them know it's a lot more than that.
and in the end that's the only thing that matters anyway.
kibum/minho
notes;
3rd installment to flower-themed drabble series
{roses are for passionate love
minho doesn't have a chance to react, in fact he doesn't have any chance at all; once he steps into the hotel room, he's almost immediately thrown against the wall.
he groans loudly when his back bangs into a shelf, and he has to grab the towel around his waist before it falls. "the fuck did you do that for, kibum." he hisses, feeling pain in the back of his skull from his head hitting the wall.
"quit being a baby." is the reply he gets, before searing lips cover his own fresh-from-the-shower cold mouth.
minho reacts clumsily to the liplock at first, mouth taking a second too long to accept the advances of kibum's tongue, but sooner than later, his own tongue is fighting a furious battle with the older member's.
he feels a hand slide up his leg with no care to be discreet, and pull at the edge of his towel. minho panics, focusing on holding the fabric there with a stronger grip.
his distraction makes him lose the battle, and kibum smirks as he dominates the kiss. if he could laugh and kiss at the same time, minho is sure he would.
he shouts as loud as he can while whispering. "what are you doing? they're right next door!"
he glares at kibum, who just answers it with a quirk of his lips into a smirk minho wants to wipe off his face.
he kisses the pulse of the younger's neck almost innocently, and minho is sure he can smell the scent of the hotel's rose shampoo on him. it's something he's sure kibum will make fun of him in the near future.
"jinki is next door, and you know how he sleeps."
minho doesn't let go of the towel; he might want this but he's reluctant to show it, when he was so adamant just before. it was a pride thing.
but kibum knows very well the effect that he has on the taller boy, and of course, he flaunts it right in his face.
"might as well be just you and me, baby." kibum says as he licks at the edge of the younger's ear languidly. predictably, minho shudders, even though he tries hard not to.
"you don't stand a chance." kibum's smirk quirks again, corner of his mouth curving upward confidently. his hand goes to the back of minho's neck, and pulls him back down for another kiss, tongue pushing fiercely against his.
he really doesn't stand a chance at all; minho can already see the superior look on kibum's face, much like his fingers were doing over his hips right now.
a moan slips past his lips when the older boy bites him in the neck. minho pretends he can't hear kibum laughing. opening his clenched eyes a crack, he sees a victorious look dance in the other's eyes, before he kisses him again. it's like a consolation prize for losing against his passions.
he really doesn't mind how lusty their relationship seems though. the both of them know it's a lot more than that.
and in the end that's the only thing that matters anyway.