Muzik
Title: Muzik
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: MinKey
Warnings: Sex, slight forcing
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I do not own SHINee.
A/N: Because Mir, Joon, Shindong and Key's performance of 4Minute's Muzik is some seriously hot shit. Dem silver pants.
Participating in the concert had felt like a good idea. It had sounded like fun. And it had been fun, really. You know, dancing girl group dances in funny clothes with many bands, mixed groups, and stuff. He had met new people, chatted with lots of guys and girls he didn't even know, and made some new friends. He had had a really good time.
But it all had stopped when it was his turn to perform.
Choi Minho wasn't one to want things. He was the quiet and gentle type, a little awkward sometimes, not very good with social situations. He didn't demand much. But when he wanted something, he wanted it bad.
And his fun had stopped when a certain group of four had made their way to the stage and made him want something really, really bad.
He was amazing. He was the most beautiful creature Minho had ever seen. He was gorgeous. Words weren't enough for him - he was perfect with all his flaws. Even though he was bitchy, demanding, loud, and even blunt from time to time, the way he moved made Minho's hands tremble, among with some other parts of his body. The way he stepped to the side with such grace, the way he spun his hips around. The smirk that was plastered on his face, that unbelievably smug expression, made Minho want to devour every single thing that made him be.
Minho wanted him. He wanted him so bad. He was making his head spin.
"I like the music, like it, like it, sexy music" the speakers boomed as he turned to the side, threw his hands up and popped his chest out, making that ridiculous shirt's pink frills jump up and down with his movements. The tall rapper leaned to the wall and crossed his arms. His lips formed a tight line as he tried to think about something else than those slim hips cocking rapidly from one side to the other.
Suddenly, he walked to the back, leaving the stage for... What was his name? Of course he knew the guys name. He was from Super Junior. Their label mate. Somehow, Minho couldn't bring himself to care about forgetting the name of the chubby guy with lipstick on. The only thing he could think about were those moves that were now hidden from him. It angered him. He could see only glimpses of that bright, white smile.
Minho loved that smile. He had seen it many times before - mostly when they won dance battles, or when they performed. It was the smirk of a man who was doing something he loved. It was a smirk Minho saw when he danced, and it turned him on really bad.
And suddenly, he was back. The stage was his, and he owned it, taking Minho's breath away. That stupid shirt with those annoying frilly things he kept adjusting all the time while on backstage, those even stupider silver pants - how could anyone look so breathtaking in them?
And still, there he was - making girls scream with the way he hit those chest pops ridiculously hard, making his frills fly, then turning around and repeating the movement. Minho wanted him, he wanted him so bad he felt his hands ache from the need to touch him.
He stepped gracefully, like he was born to dance, not to walk. His feet didn't even seem to touch the ground as his legs clad in silver worked, and he was perfectly balanced, so perfect in every way.
"I like the muzik, d-d-d-d-d-d-dancing muzik" boomed the speakers as he leaned back and then front again, with a hand on his ear. Minho fisted his hands.
"I like muzik, s-s-s-s-s-s-sexy muzik", he repeated the earlier, the ridiculously smug smile never leaving his lips. Those lips that were so beautiful.
"I like the muzik, f-f-f-f-f-f-funky muzik", he hit the chest pops smoothly, fluently, the movement looking so soft though again the pink frills danced high in the air.
Suddenly, their voices raised high, he moved his hands in a way Minho's eyes were unable to follow, and he was then on the floor. One leg stretched, holding himself up with the other and his arms, smiling victoriously and panting.
Minho felt his breathing grow heavier. It looked like everything happened in slow motion - his shoulders moved up, then down, in time with the excited breaths he took. Once the intro of KARA's Mr. started playing and the lights from their side of the stage went down, he got up, brushed his frills into place and rushed off the stage.
A sting of jealousy ran through Minho's spine as he saw the casual way he chatted with the other guys. He didn't want them to touch him. They had no right to pat his back, no right to casually nudge his cheek while he giggled. They had absolutely no right to look so happy and triumphant with him, like they had achieved something together.
Suddenly, the others were gone, and he was there, standing in front of him. Cocking his head to one side, his hands on his hips, looking disturbed. "Minho, this is no time to be spacing out" he scolded, furrowing his eyebrows. He looked so delicious. Minho imagined him furrowing with a pained look on his face, sweat forming on his brow, agonized whimpers leaving his lips-
"Yah, Minho!" he called out, sounding irritated, making the athlete snap back to the cruel reality without pants and moans all around him. He sighed. "Yes, Kibum?"
Kibum pouted, tapping his foot against the floor. Minho eyed him from head to toe, and then back up, and just as he set his eyes on the younger man's face again he was quite sure there was a faint hint of a smirk. But it was gone in an instant, as Kibum leaned closer, narrowing his eyes at him. "What's wrong with you?" the diva asked in his usual blunt way. "You shouldn't be daydreaming- "
He was cut off by a pretty girl interrupting them by tugging Minho's arm. "Minho-yah, we should be going in ten seconds! Come on!" the girl - that was actually Super Junior's leader Leeteuk under that shitload of make up and a horrible wig - whined, briefly apologized to Kibum and offered him an angelic smile, and dragged the taller rapper with him.
Minho sighed as they got on the stage, just when BEAST and 2PM's boys stopped singing. And then it was their turn to face the lights, the heat of the stage, and the screaming fans. He sighed, as a boy with a messy wig on his head - was that Taemin? Or someone from Super Junior? He wasn't even sure - started, then the one with ponytails and red jeans.
Minho could see the stupid ponytail on his head bouncing up and down as he moved, jumped, trotted around the stage feeling like an idiot. He exaggerated the moves, trying to wake himself up from this stupid frenzy, afraid of getting yelled at by their manager - or worse, Kibum - if his performance was sloppy.
Before he really even realized, it was his turn coming. Taemin had probably noticed he was spacing out again, as he was brought back with a painful stomp of a foot on his own. The maknae didn't show any signs of the action on his face, though - he merely kept smiling that bright, plastic smile.
Minho brought the mic to his mouth, cursing every god there was out there, when he had to sing and finally embarrass himself ultimately by awkwardly scratching his cheek. The managers had told him that since he refused to put on a wig and make up, he needed to be cuter, so this was his aegyo. And he hated it to the point where he wanted to dive head first to the audience for the fangirls to devour him.
His turn was over, and Leeteuk took control of the stage, smiling like an angel through all that white eyeliner, looking way too comfortable dressed in that loose shirt hanging off his shoulders, mint green skin tight jeans and that stupid wig, and was that glitter on his eyelids?
Minho concentrated on the steps again, rushing forward with the others and continuing the dance. "I say Hee, you say siza! Hee! Heee!" shouted one of Super Junior's gir- er, boys to the mic, and on the last "Hee" Minho jumped to the air, having decided he had absolutely nothing to lose any more. ...though he still felt like he could die of shame.
In merely a few seconds it was over and he was bent down in front of Leeteuk with his butt in the air, feeling more uncomfortable he ever had. And then, finally, the lights went down and they rushed off the stage as T-ARA's Bo Beep started playing and 2PM took control of it. He took a glance at the boys, and tried to comfort himself with the though that at least he didn't have to wear paws.
Minho directed his gaze in front of him again, and narrowed his eyes as he saw Leeteuk chatting casually with Kibum and Jonghyun, the elder of the SHINee boys having his arms draped on the diva's upper body, resting his chin on his shoulder, laughing with them. This was intolerable. Jonghyun was intolerable. And Leeteuk was ridiculous. Who the hell complied with dressing like that when nearing his thirties?
Jonghyun was the first to notice him, and the vocalist grinned, waving a hand at him. "Well, isn't it the band's new official cutie pie!" he teased, emitting laughs from Kibum and Leeteuk. Minho frowned, about to say something, but was cut off by Taemin who appeared from behind them.
"Boo!" the maknae whined, gluing himself to Kibum's arm "what purpose do I have if hyung takes all the cutie points?" He then looked at Leeteuk, and pouted. "Teukie-noona, tell Minho-hyung he shouldn't steal my role in the band!"
Calling Leeteuk a noona made all of them laugh cheerfully. All of them except Minho. Though, when Kibum seemed to notice the annoyed look on his face, he forced his lips to crook up in a smile. ...which, obviously, wasn't totally satisfying in Kibum's opinion, but the boy directed his attention to Taemin and Jonghyun, who were both whining for food. Being the loving umma he was, Kibum went to look for their manager with the two child-like boys, promising them he'd persuade manager hyung to get them something to eat from their way back to the dorm.
After the others had disappeared, Leeteuk glanced at the stiff rapper, and arched an eyebrow. "Minho-yah" he called out, poking the tall boy's arm. Minho glanced at the elder, furrowing slightly. "What is it, Leeteuk-hyung?"
Leeteuk pouted, looking quite annoyed. "With all respect, stop being such an ass and get over with it already."
Minho stared at the Super Junior leader, dumbfounded.
"You know what I'm talking about. Kibum-ah. Do something about it. You're making a fool out of yourself. Besides, someone might slip to the pools of drool you keep leaving behind whenever Kibum walks past. Just saying. Take care!"
And with that, the leader took off, waving his hand casually, then sprinting to his band mates Kangin and Heechul who were calling for him further in the hallway. Minho was left to stand in the middle of the small backstage, gaping like a goldfish.
Do something about it, Leeteuk had said. Minho furrowed angrily. What the hell could he do about it? Kibum was flawless. He was beautiful, a brilliant dancer, an extremely talented rapper, and all the other positive things one might think of. What could Minho, being as awkward as he was, do about it?
Minho leaned to the wall, staring at the ceiling. He really wanted to do something about it. Of course he did. God, how he wanted to pin Kibum to a wall, tie him up, make him a whining, moaning mess. He wanted to hear the boy breathe his name- no, he wanted to hear him scream his name. He wanted to hear Kibum plead and whine, he wanted to feel those perfectly manicured, claw-like nails dig into his back as he fucked the boy hard and fast and-
"Minho?" a voice called, and he turned around to see Jinki peek around the corner. How long had he been musing to himself? Five minutes? Twenty minutes? He didn't know. The leader rushed to him, grabbed his wrist and began hurrying him somewhere. "Thank God I found you!" he huffed while they ran through the corridors "I've been looking for you everywhere! Kibum is furious, he couldn't find you, you should be careful 'cause he might just cut your head off- "
"Hyung" Minho cut Jinki off "has something happened? Why are you so frantic?" Annoyed by the bouncing on his head as they ran he remembered the ponytail and angrily tugged it off, ruffling his hair.
Jinki furrowed and bit his lip, seeming confused for a while, then turned left. "We can't get back to the dorms, they just called, there has apparently been some kind of accident - I think they said something about a pyromaniac - so we're staying at a hotel. We just need to leave."
Before Minho had the time to really be shocked about the mentioned pyromaniac, they arrived to the others and then there were people everywhere, managers and assistants rushing them to the mini van, Super Junior's boys shouting for each other as they tried to figure if every one was there, 2PM and 2AM's boys laughing together with some girls from 4Minute and T-ARA. Still, the only thing he noticed were two boys laughing with Kibum, one of them brushing a lock behind his ear and blushing as the diva looked surprised. "It was off place!" the boy defended himself, earning heartfelt laughs from both Kibum and the other stranger.
Extremely pissed off, Minho strolled to his band - and was caught completely off guard as Kibum noticed him, put his hands on his hips and threw him an extremely ugly glare. "Choi Minho!" the diva snapped "where the HELL have you been? We've been waiting and looking for you, and because of you not being able to drag your sorry ass here my Taeminnie hasn't gotten any food and will probably starve to death!"
After being stunned for a couple of seconds, Minho ignored the yelling princess and turned to the other two, eyeing them. "SHINee's Minho" he introduced himself, wordlessly demanding an introduction in return.
The boys exchanged glances, and the one with copper brown hair responded: "I'm Mir, from MBLAQ." The one with the darker hair continued: "And I'm Lee Joon. From MBLAQ, too. Nice to meet yo- "
Lee Joon was cut off by a very angry manager shoving Jinki, who in turn stumbled on Minho. "We are going, NOW!" the manager yelled, making the boys wince. Did they really have to yell right beside their ears?
Minho was shoved off the way as Kibum jumped to hug Mir and Lee Joon, thanking them for a wonderful performance, telling them they were great and blah blah all that jazz that seriously pissed the taller rapper off. And then they were pushed to the mini van, with Taemin, Jonghyun, Jinki and Kibum shouting goodbyes to everyone and waving their hands in every possible direction.
And then the door closed and they were off. Minho stared the whole journey out of the window while the others discussed the performances, Kibum absolutely refusing to change out of his ridiculous stage outfit though Jinki kindly offered him sweats and a t-shirt. He stated it suited him, grinned cheekily, and received laughs from the others.
Minho wasn't amused by the statement. Of course it suited him. Everything did. Nothing could look bad on Kim Kibum, the Almighty Key. He was gorgeous. So fucking flashy, bitchy, girly, and still so god damn perfect. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, squeezing his thighs together, his lips forming a tight line. Damn that boy. He was driving him crazy, and being squished next to Taemin who was constantly tugging Kibum's sleeve, whining, begging umma to pet him or massage his neck or hug him didn't really help. It was one of those rare moments when he wished Jinki, Jonghyun and Taemin would just disappear so that he could pin Kibum to the seat, ravish his mouth and fuck him hard, sweat leaving stains on the black leather, music drowned by the sweet moans and cries of his name that would leave Kibum's lips-
"We're here. Sunglasses on, boys" the driver joked as they suddenly stopped. Again, laughter, but they actually did put their sunglasses on. ...like it would help, Minho thought, eyeing Kibum's flashy pants that would probably blind everyone in the range of two-hundred metres if a single beam of light hit them.
The receptionist bowed as the boys entered, and their manager handed them the key cards to two rooms. "Three to one room and two to the other" he announced "seventh floor. Off you go."
"What about food?" Kibum snapped, scowling at the man "Taeminnie is still hungry. And so am I, so you better get us something decent to eat! And no, I won't stuff a single hamburger down my throat!"
The manager furrowed, and sighed. He was used to the diva's behaviour, though he still didn't like it. "Order something from the room service. Anything. Now, get going, I still have work to do."
Satisfied with this, they rushed to the nearest elevator, Taemin beaming about food and how Kibum umma was the best, making Kibum smile proudly. Jonghyun looked at the key cards. "Rooms 74 and 83. Couldn't they even get us rooms next to each other!" he complained, and then quickly continued: "I'm sleeping with Bummie!" as they entered the seventh floor.
Minho didn't agree, though, and once they reached room 74 he snapped one of the key cards from Jonghyun's hands. The lead vocalist only had time to yelp before he had already opened the door, grabbed Kibum by the arm and yanked him to the room, and shut the door behind them.
"Yah!" Kibum exclaimed angrily "what the hell do you think you're- "
He was cut off as Minho threw him against the door, not bothering to turn on the lights. "Shut up, Kibum" he growled, pinning the boy between himself and the hard wooden surface, roughly shoving his leg between those delicious thighs, drawing a surprised gasp from the diva.
"Minho, I will not tolerate- " Kibum tried, but was silenced as Minho crushed their lips together, hard and rough, gripping his chin to force his mouth open. Kibum moaned as the rapper's tongue plunged into his mouth, and he felt his wrist being grabbed and pinned above his head.
"Yes you will" Minho hissed as he finally let the princess gasp for breath. "You will tolerate every single fucking thing I tell you to, Kibum."
"What the hell's gotten into you!" the younger boy snapped, a faint of fear in his eyes, but something else behind it, too. Minho simply couldn't figure out what it was. Besides, he had more important tasks than that.
"You" Minho hissed "you have. You're in my brain. And I fucking can't get you out of there. You and your fucking sweet hips" he ground his thigh to Kibum's crotch, earning a loud gasp "and those ridiculous chestpops" the hand that had held Kibum's chin roamed over his chest, forcefully palming his nipples, emitting a whine "and the way you move that god damn fuckable body of yours."
All the fear was gone from Kibum's eyes as he raised an eyebrow, understanding the situation, and grinned. "That explains it" he purred, dragging his free hand's fore finger under Minho's chin. "You know, I could get into you in many ways..."
Minho looked at him, and chuckled. A low, dangerous voice that sent shivers down Kibum's spine. "Kibummie" he said, sounding amused "you're very, very wrong if you think you're going to be the one entering anything but cloud nine."
Having said this Minho crushed their lips together again, taking Kibum's lower lip between his teeth and biting it forcefully enough to draw blood. Kibum moaned, and as his hands were freed he flung his arms around the older rapper's neck, clinging on to him and submitting to the kiss without much fight. Apparently he wasn't too mad about having to be on the bottom.
Minho grabbed Kibum's thighs, and lifted the boy up, letting out a satisfied hum as the diva was smart enough to wrap those long legs around his waist. He kept ravaging the boy's mouth, carrying him to the king size bed, and then suddenly flopped him on it.
Kibum yelped as he was dropped to the bed, and threw an ugly glare at the other. Minho smirked, casually opening his pants. "How about you use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize for scolding me earlier?" he suggested, nodding at his tenting boxers.
Kibum narrowed his eyes. "The almighty Key is never wrong" he announced then, holding his chin high in an arrogant manner "so I have nothing to apologize for." Minho smirked. He was going to love breaking that cocky attitude and turning it into a whimpering mess.
"Oh, but this time you are wrong, Bummie" Minho purred with a low voice, taking a gentle but firm grip on the younger one's chin. "I have done nothing to upset you, and still you yelled at me. And the way you flirted with that MBLAQ boy... Tsk, tsk. I didn't like it at all. Now, be a good boy and put your pretty lips to good use."
Kibum scowled. "Make me."
"My pleasure."
Without a warning Minho took a firm grip on Kibum's hair and then his chin, digging his fingers into the boys cheeks so that he had to open his mouth. Ruthlessly he pressed the boy's face to his groin, emitting a strangled whine as hands gripped his hips in attempt to keep the pretty nose from being crushed against a rock-hard cock.
"Apologize, Kibummie" Minho muttered, slowly, putting stress on every syllable. Without many options, Kibum threw the other rapper an ugly glare and gave up, taking a hold on the blue skinny jeans he still wore and dragging them down without wasting time.
Minho had expected Kibum to be used to giving blowjobs - after all, he was the only one of them regularly going out, clubbing, and having one-night stands - but he had had no idea what was coming. After taking a glance at the fairly big sized organ before his face, Kibum started working his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside, all the way from the base to the tip, then teasing the slit briefly.
Minho couldn't prevent a low moan from escaping his lips as he looked at the brown-haired boy work his magic with his eyes closed, those plump lips sucking on the head of his cock before taking it in fully. And by fully, he actually meant all of it.
The rapper panted and swore silently as he held on to Kibum's head and shoulder, trying to keep himself upright while the boy deep-throated him, humming silently and setting vibrations run along his cock. The way his tongue worked, circling, licking, massaging him was driving him crazy and he pulled back a little, making Kibum whine angrily. He chuckled. Apparently the diva wasn't disgusted with blowjobs, judging from the way he tried to get his mouth full of him again.
"Open your mouth" Minho ordered, and Kibum obeyed. A smirk spread its way on the taller boy's lips. "Good boy" he murmured and started building up a slow pace, fucking Kibum's mouth deep and thoroughly. Kibum moaned, hanging on to his bare hips, his face flushed with pleasure. To be honest, Minho was very impressed with the way the boy kept his cheeks hollowed and throat open, allowing his cock access all the way in.
Feeling the familiar warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach, Minho tried to pull away, wanting to find his release inside Kibum's body rather than his mouth. But the diva wouldn't have any of that, oh, no - he gripped Minho's hips tighter, and as he realized the athlete was trying to stop this he simply engulfed all of his cock once again, sucking on it forcefully, teasing the slit again with his tongue.
Minho couldn't take it - he couldn't take the way that perfect mouth worked him, the way those beautiful features furrowed in concentration and pleasure - and with a low growl he came in Kibum's mouth. He felt the fingers on his hipbones loosening their grip and looked at the princess actively swallowing everything he had had shot into his mouth.
Minho knelt to the floor, wiping a few drops of cum from Kibum's chin, offering the fingers to him. Greedily the boy took them into his mouth, sucking and licking, nibbling at his forefinger, then pulled back and smirked devilishly.
"You disobeyed" Minho murmured, his hand caressing Kibum's cheek. "Bad boy, Kibummie. It's not nice to eat people up like that without their permission." He fisted his fingers around the soft hair on Kibum's nape, yanking his head back, exposing his neck. He licked his lips, then attached his mouth to the delicious skin waiting for him, licking a thick line up to the sharp jawline, feeling the racing pulse under his tongue.
Kibum moaned, tangling his fingers in Minho's locks. "Choi Minho" he breathed "I swear to God, if you won't take me hard and rough right fucking now, I'm going to knock you out and rape you on the floor!"
Minho chuckled against Kibum's jawline, biting his chin gently. "Well aren't you greedy" he whispered, his voice husky and his breath hot against Kibum's skin, making him shiver. "It's not nice to threaten people, Kibummie..." he murmured, standing up from the floor and crouching over the younger boy. He looked at the diva underneath him, merely the sight turning him on again. Kibum was looking at him with darkened eyes, pupils blown, licking his lips and smirking like the devil himself.
"Who told you I'm nice?" he purred, reaching out to claim Minho's lips with his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip. Minho hummed, his hand roaming Kibum's chest, emitting a silent moan from the boy, his fingers getting caught in the pink frills and snapping a few of them.
Kibum pulled back from the kiss, glaring angrily at Minho. "Minho! God damn it, watch your clumsy hands, this is my favourite shirt and- "
"Shut the fuck up, Kibum" Minho ordered, obviously infuriating the diva by cutting him off. "That's not what I want to hear coming from your pretty mouth." With this he pushed Kibum roughly to the bed, grinding his knee to his groin, earning a surprised moan.
Minho pushed his hands under Kibum's shirt, roughly tugging it up and trying to force it over his head. The almighty diva wouldn't submit to this, though. Oh, no. So what Minho received was a slap on his hands and a forceful push on his chest, sending him stumbling backwards a bit.
Kibum scowled at the older rapper, and scoffed. "Just let me do what I'm good at" he then stated, and ordered: "sit down". For once in his life, Minho decided to obey, climbing on the bed and sitting down, his back against the headboard. He looked at Kibum, waiting.
Kibum grinned, then climbed on Minho's lap, his thighs straddling the boy's legs. With a slow, torturing pace, he hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Minho watched as more and more of smooth skin was exposed, and licked his lips, hungry for the body that was being revealed right in front of his eyes.
The diva noticed this, and smirked to himself, starting to move his hips gracefully from side to side. Once he got the shirt over his head he tossed it to the ground, letting Minho admire his slender body for a while, before starting to slowly open his pants. He popped the button, paused, then slid the zipper down so slow Minho had never though to be even possible.
And then he moved again, swaying his hips in deep curves, sliding his pants down painfully slow, inch by inch, loving every expression on Minho's face as his sharp hip bones were revealed from inside the silver fabric.
Minho raised an eyebrow, eyeing the smooth skin that was appearing into his vision. "You decided to go commando today, huh?" he asked, earning a cheeky, mischievous smile from Kibum. He chuckled. "No wonder you didn't want to change in the car."
"Actually, I really just like these pants. I wouldn't mind prancing without pants in front of the others" Kibum stated cheerfully and grinned, slowly sliding his fingers teasingly on his own body, caressing his hipbones.
Minho wasn't that pleased with the idea, though. He furrowed and reached out to caress Kibum's neck and jawline, then grabbed his chin with more than enough force. The smaller rapper winced in pain, and glared. He wasn't used to being treated like this.
"Such a dirty boy you are, Kibummie" Minho murmured, his voice low and husky, and trailed his other hand down the slender body, loving the feeling of the smooth skin under his fingers. "I bet you'd like that. Having the whole band drooling over you. I can imagine it, Kibum, I bet you can too - how Jinki would blush and Taemin's eyes would widen, and Jonghyun would jump you right then and there... You'd have all the attention in the world, all of it directed to that sweet ass of yours."
Minho yanked Kibum closer, making him fall forward to his lap. He brushed his lips against the rapper's ear, nibbling his earlobe. "You whore. You'd even corrupt our innocent Taeminnie to get what you want, wouldn't you?"
Kibum couldn't even bring his umma side to be offended - the way Minho talked to his ear went straight to his crotch, making him let out a strangled whimper. "Minho, there's something you forgot" the muttered, his lips ghosting over Minho's chin. The older male arched an eyebrow in response. "Yourself" the diva purred, supporting himself with his arms so that he could sit up, now sitting directly on Minho's crotch.
"You told me Jinki would blush, Taeminnie would be surprised, and Jonghyun would practically rape me - which is by the way totally true - but what about you? What would you do?" Kibum rolled his hips in a way that shouldn't have been possible, grinding his ass against Minho's crotch, making him gasp.
"What would you do to me, Minho?" Kibum hummed, licking the rapper's lower lip. "I want you to tell me." Minho chuckled, grabbing Kibum's hips and simply throwing him back first to the bed, making the boy yelp in surprise.
"I'd rather show you" the older male whispered, taking a firm hold on Kibum's silvery pants and yanking them down roughly. He then offered his fingers to the diva, ordering: "suck."
Kibum obeyed, closing his mouth around the digits. Minho inhaled sharply as he watched the diva sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them, sending shivers down his spine. He reached out to stroke the boy's bare chest, admiring every curve and bump there was, adoring his perfectly sculpted body with his fingers. "Well aren't you perfect" he whispered, relishing in the way the smooth skin felt under his hand.
"Yep" Kibum mumbled, and let out a small, disappointed whine as Minho drew his fingers out of his mouth. The taller boy smirked. "Don't be sad, pretty" he purred "I'll put them in good use."
He then grabbed Kibum's thighs, spreading them, and without any warnings pushed one finger inside the boy. Kibum moaned, tensing for a second, then relaxed. Minho arched an eyebrow. "You're pretty used to this, aren't you?" he asked, receiving a grin. "What if I am? Are you jealous?"
Minho chuckled, leaning down to bite on Kibum's collarbone. God, how he loved the way those collarbones showed through his skin, so visible and beautiful. "Yeah" he murmured "I want to beat the living daylights out of every fucker that has touched you." He then simply eased another finger in, and began scissoring Kibum roughly, stretching him and drawing long, needy moans out of his pretty mouth.
"I don't want you to be touched by anyone else any more" Minho hissed, his lips pressed against Kibum's jawline, raising to his ear "understand, Kibummie?" He removed his fingers, smirking at the whine the diva let out. Minho grabbed Kibum's hips and flipped him around to lay on his stomach, then took hold of one slender thigh, digging his nails into the soft flesh, positioned himself and thrust in with force, making Kibum howl in pain.
Minho gave the boy a moment to adjust to the feeling, holding his hips with one hand, rubbing his thumb over one pointy hipbone. Kibum drew in a deep breath, and that was when he thrust in again, emitting a throaty yelp from the younger male.
Minho started building up a pace, crouching over Kibum, fisting a hand into the hair in the nape of his neck. He yanked the boy's head back, loving the whimpers and curses that spilled from his beautiful, swollen lips. "You're mine, Kibum" he purred, leaving an angry red bite mark on one pale shoulder "so scream my name."
And Kibum did. With every thrust he cursed, moaned and whimpered Minho's name, foul words dropping from his skilful tongue as he begun to come undone, the mere sight of the arrogant diva now turning into a needy, whining mess nearly sending Minho over the edge.
The bed creaked as Minho let his fantasies come alive, pounding into Kibum, fucking him hard to the mattress and loving the way he took turns with begging - "Minho, please, God, I need it, I need it so bad" - and threatening - "fuck me, harder, harder you bastard or I'll swear I'll make your life a living hell" -, and the high-pitched mewls and incoherent swear words spilling from his hoarse throat sounded like the most beautiful song he had ever heard.
And suddenly, there was a violent shiver and a low, strangled groan that told Minho he had hit the right spot. Smirking, he kept hitting Kibum's prostate with force, reaching out to grab the rapper's erection and working it in time with his thrusts. The younger male kept squirming, clawing the sheets, little pleas and curses like "oh, God, Minho, yes" "right there, fuck, yes, yes" and "so good, so fucking good" leaving his lips as breathy moans.
Finally, Minho felt Kibum's body clench and spasm as his orgasm hit him with the force of a typhoon, his back arching in the most delicious of ways, making the older rapper come inside him with a low, feral groan. Kibum slumped to the sheets, panting, and winced as Minho pulled out of him.
The athlete sat still for a while, took a couple of deep breaths and stood up. He ignored the offended moan from Kibum, as the diva though he'd be left alone like a whore, and began tugging at the bed cover. The beautiful rapper raised an eyebrow, and understood, rolling to the other side of the bed to let Minho pull the ugly brown cover off the bed.
Minho grinned, and slumped to the bed, letting out a tired sigh. He felt Kibum crawl to his side, and smiled as the boy nudged his nose against his cheek. "Snuggly, aren't you?" he murmured, burying his fingers into the brown locks, brushing them off the diva's forehead. He loved the way Kibum smiled cheekily, a blink in the corner of his eye.
"Maybe. At least until round two."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: MinKey
Warnings: Sex, slight forcing
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I do not own SHINee.
A/N: Because Mir, Joon, Shindong and Key's performance of 4Minute's Muzik is some seriously hot shit. Dem silver pants.
Participating in the concert had felt like a good idea. It had sounded like fun. And it had been fun, really. You know, dancing girl group dances in funny clothes with many bands, mixed groups, and stuff. He had met new people, chatted with lots of guys and girls he didn't even know, and made some new friends. He had had a really good time.
But it all had stopped when it was his turn to perform.
Choi Minho wasn't one to want things. He was the quiet and gentle type, a little awkward sometimes, not very good with social situations. He didn't demand much. But when he wanted something, he wanted it bad.
And his fun had stopped when a certain group of four had made their way to the stage and made him want something really, really bad.
He was amazing. He was the most beautiful creature Minho had ever seen. He was gorgeous. Words weren't enough for him - he was perfect with all his flaws. Even though he was bitchy, demanding, loud, and even blunt from time to time, the way he moved made Minho's hands tremble, among with some other parts of his body. The way he stepped to the side with such grace, the way he spun his hips around. The smirk that was plastered on his face, that unbelievably smug expression, made Minho want to devour every single thing that made him be.
Minho wanted him. He wanted him so bad. He was making his head spin.
"I like the music, like it, like it, sexy music" the speakers boomed as he turned to the side, threw his hands up and popped his chest out, making that ridiculous shirt's pink frills jump up and down with his movements. The tall rapper leaned to the wall and crossed his arms. His lips formed a tight line as he tried to think about something else than those slim hips cocking rapidly from one side to the other.
Suddenly, he walked to the back, leaving the stage for... What was his name? Of course he knew the guys name. He was from Super Junior. Their label mate. Somehow, Minho couldn't bring himself to care about forgetting the name of the chubby guy with lipstick on. The only thing he could think about were those moves that were now hidden from him. It angered him. He could see only glimpses of that bright, white smile.
Minho loved that smile. He had seen it many times before - mostly when they won dance battles, or when they performed. It was the smirk of a man who was doing something he loved. It was a smirk Minho saw when he danced, and it turned him on really bad.
And suddenly, he was back. The stage was his, and he owned it, taking Minho's breath away. That stupid shirt with those annoying frilly things he kept adjusting all the time while on backstage, those even stupider silver pants - how could anyone look so breathtaking in them?
And still, there he was - making girls scream with the way he hit those chest pops ridiculously hard, making his frills fly, then turning around and repeating the movement. Minho wanted him, he wanted him so bad he felt his hands ache from the need to touch him.
He stepped gracefully, like he was born to dance, not to walk. His feet didn't even seem to touch the ground as his legs clad in silver worked, and he was perfectly balanced, so perfect in every way.
"I like the muzik, d-d-d-d-d-d-dancing muzik" boomed the speakers as he leaned back and then front again, with a hand on his ear. Minho fisted his hands.
"I like muzik, s-s-s-s-s-s-sexy muzik", he repeated the earlier, the ridiculously smug smile never leaving his lips. Those lips that were so beautiful.
"I like the muzik, f-f-f-f-f-f-funky muzik", he hit the chest pops smoothly, fluently, the movement looking so soft though again the pink frills danced high in the air.
Suddenly, their voices raised high, he moved his hands in a way Minho's eyes were unable to follow, and he was then on the floor. One leg stretched, holding himself up with the other and his arms, smiling victoriously and panting.
Minho felt his breathing grow heavier. It looked like everything happened in slow motion - his shoulders moved up, then down, in time with the excited breaths he took. Once the intro of KARA's Mr. started playing and the lights from their side of the stage went down, he got up, brushed his frills into place and rushed off the stage.
A sting of jealousy ran through Minho's spine as he saw the casual way he chatted with the other guys. He didn't want them to touch him. They had no right to pat his back, no right to casually nudge his cheek while he giggled. They had absolutely no right to look so happy and triumphant with him, like they had achieved something together.
Suddenly, the others were gone, and he was there, standing in front of him. Cocking his head to one side, his hands on his hips, looking disturbed. "Minho, this is no time to be spacing out" he scolded, furrowing his eyebrows. He looked so delicious. Minho imagined him furrowing with a pained look on his face, sweat forming on his brow, agonized whimpers leaving his lips-
"Yah, Minho!" he called out, sounding irritated, making the athlete snap back to the cruel reality without pants and moans all around him. He sighed. "Yes, Kibum?"
Kibum pouted, tapping his foot against the floor. Minho eyed him from head to toe, and then back up, and just as he set his eyes on the younger man's face again he was quite sure there was a faint hint of a smirk. But it was gone in an instant, as Kibum leaned closer, narrowing his eyes at him. "What's wrong with you?" the diva asked in his usual blunt way. "You shouldn't be daydreaming- "
He was cut off by a pretty girl interrupting them by tugging Minho's arm. "Minho-yah, we should be going in ten seconds! Come on!" the girl - that was actually Super Junior's leader Leeteuk under that shitload of make up and a horrible wig - whined, briefly apologized to Kibum and offered him an angelic smile, and dragged the taller rapper with him.
Minho sighed as they got on the stage, just when BEAST and 2PM's boys stopped singing. And then it was their turn to face the lights, the heat of the stage, and the screaming fans. He sighed, as a boy with a messy wig on his head - was that Taemin? Or someone from Super Junior? He wasn't even sure - started, then the one with ponytails and red jeans.
Minho could see the stupid ponytail on his head bouncing up and down as he moved, jumped, trotted around the stage feeling like an idiot. He exaggerated the moves, trying to wake himself up from this stupid frenzy, afraid of getting yelled at by their manager - or worse, Kibum - if his performance was sloppy.
Before he really even realized, it was his turn coming. Taemin had probably noticed he was spacing out again, as he was brought back with a painful stomp of a foot on his own. The maknae didn't show any signs of the action on his face, though - he merely kept smiling that bright, plastic smile.
Minho brought the mic to his mouth, cursing every god there was out there, when he had to sing and finally embarrass himself ultimately by awkwardly scratching his cheek. The managers had told him that since he refused to put on a wig and make up, he needed to be cuter, so this was his aegyo. And he hated it to the point where he wanted to dive head first to the audience for the fangirls to devour him.
His turn was over, and Leeteuk took control of the stage, smiling like an angel through all that white eyeliner, looking way too comfortable dressed in that loose shirt hanging off his shoulders, mint green skin tight jeans and that stupid wig, and was that glitter on his eyelids?
Minho concentrated on the steps again, rushing forward with the others and continuing the dance. "I say Hee, you say siza! Hee! Heee!" shouted one of Super Junior's gir- er, boys to the mic, and on the last "Hee" Minho jumped to the air, having decided he had absolutely nothing to lose any more. ...though he still felt like he could die of shame.
In merely a few seconds it was over and he was bent down in front of Leeteuk with his butt in the air, feeling more uncomfortable he ever had. And then, finally, the lights went down and they rushed off the stage as T-ARA's Bo Beep started playing and 2PM took control of it. He took a glance at the boys, and tried to comfort himself with the though that at least he didn't have to wear paws.
Minho directed his gaze in front of him again, and narrowed his eyes as he saw Leeteuk chatting casually with Kibum and Jonghyun, the elder of the SHINee boys having his arms draped on the diva's upper body, resting his chin on his shoulder, laughing with them. This was intolerable. Jonghyun was intolerable. And Leeteuk was ridiculous. Who the hell complied with dressing like that when nearing his thirties?
Jonghyun was the first to notice him, and the vocalist grinned, waving a hand at him. "Well, isn't it the band's new official cutie pie!" he teased, emitting laughs from Kibum and Leeteuk. Minho frowned, about to say something, but was cut off by Taemin who appeared from behind them.
"Boo!" the maknae whined, gluing himself to Kibum's arm "what purpose do I have if hyung takes all the cutie points?" He then looked at Leeteuk, and pouted. "Teukie-noona, tell Minho-hyung he shouldn't steal my role in the band!"
Calling Leeteuk a noona made all of them laugh cheerfully. All of them except Minho. Though, when Kibum seemed to notice the annoyed look on his face, he forced his lips to crook up in a smile. ...which, obviously, wasn't totally satisfying in Kibum's opinion, but the boy directed his attention to Taemin and Jonghyun, who were both whining for food. Being the loving umma he was, Kibum went to look for their manager with the two child-like boys, promising them he'd persuade manager hyung to get them something to eat from their way back to the dorm.
After the others had disappeared, Leeteuk glanced at the stiff rapper, and arched an eyebrow. "Minho-yah" he called out, poking the tall boy's arm. Minho glanced at the elder, furrowing slightly. "What is it, Leeteuk-hyung?"
Leeteuk pouted, looking quite annoyed. "With all respect, stop being such an ass and get over with it already."
Minho stared at the Super Junior leader, dumbfounded.
"You know what I'm talking about. Kibum-ah. Do something about it. You're making a fool out of yourself. Besides, someone might slip to the pools of drool you keep leaving behind whenever Kibum walks past. Just saying. Take care!"
And with that, the leader took off, waving his hand casually, then sprinting to his band mates Kangin and Heechul who were calling for him further in the hallway. Minho was left to stand in the middle of the small backstage, gaping like a goldfish.
Do something about it, Leeteuk had said. Minho furrowed angrily. What the hell could he do about it? Kibum was flawless. He was beautiful, a brilliant dancer, an extremely talented rapper, and all the other positive things one might think of. What could Minho, being as awkward as he was, do about it?
Minho leaned to the wall, staring at the ceiling. He really wanted to do something about it. Of course he did. God, how he wanted to pin Kibum to a wall, tie him up, make him a whining, moaning mess. He wanted to hear the boy breathe his name- no, he wanted to hear him scream his name. He wanted to hear Kibum plead and whine, he wanted to feel those perfectly manicured, claw-like nails dig into his back as he fucked the boy hard and fast and-
"Minho?" a voice called, and he turned around to see Jinki peek around the corner. How long had he been musing to himself? Five minutes? Twenty minutes? He didn't know. The leader rushed to him, grabbed his wrist and began hurrying him somewhere. "Thank God I found you!" he huffed while they ran through the corridors "I've been looking for you everywhere! Kibum is furious, he couldn't find you, you should be careful 'cause he might just cut your head off- "
"Hyung" Minho cut Jinki off "has something happened? Why are you so frantic?" Annoyed by the bouncing on his head as they ran he remembered the ponytail and angrily tugged it off, ruffling his hair.
Jinki furrowed and bit his lip, seeming confused for a while, then turned left. "We can't get back to the dorms, they just called, there has apparently been some kind of accident - I think they said something about a pyromaniac - so we're staying at a hotel. We just need to leave."
Before Minho had the time to really be shocked about the mentioned pyromaniac, they arrived to the others and then there were people everywhere, managers and assistants rushing them to the mini van, Super Junior's boys shouting for each other as they tried to figure if every one was there, 2PM and 2AM's boys laughing together with some girls from 4Minute and T-ARA. Still, the only thing he noticed were two boys laughing with Kibum, one of them brushing a lock behind his ear and blushing as the diva looked surprised. "It was off place!" the boy defended himself, earning heartfelt laughs from both Kibum and the other stranger.
Extremely pissed off, Minho strolled to his band - and was caught completely off guard as Kibum noticed him, put his hands on his hips and threw him an extremely ugly glare. "Choi Minho!" the diva snapped "where the HELL have you been? We've been waiting and looking for you, and because of you not being able to drag your sorry ass here my Taeminnie hasn't gotten any food and will probably starve to death!"
After being stunned for a couple of seconds, Minho ignored the yelling princess and turned to the other two, eyeing them. "SHINee's Minho" he introduced himself, wordlessly demanding an introduction in return.
The boys exchanged glances, and the one with copper brown hair responded: "I'm Mir, from MBLAQ." The one with the darker hair continued: "And I'm Lee Joon. From MBLAQ, too. Nice to meet yo- "
Lee Joon was cut off by a very angry manager shoving Jinki, who in turn stumbled on Minho. "We are going, NOW!" the manager yelled, making the boys wince. Did they really have to yell right beside their ears?
Minho was shoved off the way as Kibum jumped to hug Mir and Lee Joon, thanking them for a wonderful performance, telling them they were great and blah blah all that jazz that seriously pissed the taller rapper off. And then they were pushed to the mini van, with Taemin, Jonghyun, Jinki and Kibum shouting goodbyes to everyone and waving their hands in every possible direction.
And then the door closed and they were off. Minho stared the whole journey out of the window while the others discussed the performances, Kibum absolutely refusing to change out of his ridiculous stage outfit though Jinki kindly offered him sweats and a t-shirt. He stated it suited him, grinned cheekily, and received laughs from the others.
Minho wasn't amused by the statement. Of course it suited him. Everything did. Nothing could look bad on Kim Kibum, the Almighty Key. He was gorgeous. So fucking flashy, bitchy, girly, and still so god damn perfect. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, squeezing his thighs together, his lips forming a tight line. Damn that boy. He was driving him crazy, and being squished next to Taemin who was constantly tugging Kibum's sleeve, whining, begging umma to pet him or massage his neck or hug him didn't really help. It was one of those rare moments when he wished Jinki, Jonghyun and Taemin would just disappear so that he could pin Kibum to the seat, ravish his mouth and fuck him hard, sweat leaving stains on the black leather, music drowned by the sweet moans and cries of his name that would leave Kibum's lips-
"We're here. Sunglasses on, boys" the driver joked as they suddenly stopped. Again, laughter, but they actually did put their sunglasses on. ...like it would help, Minho thought, eyeing Kibum's flashy pants that would probably blind everyone in the range of two-hundred metres if a single beam of light hit them.
The receptionist bowed as the boys entered, and their manager handed them the key cards to two rooms. "Three to one room and two to the other" he announced "seventh floor. Off you go."
"What about food?" Kibum snapped, scowling at the man "Taeminnie is still hungry. And so am I, so you better get us something decent to eat! And no, I won't stuff a single hamburger down my throat!"
The manager furrowed, and sighed. He was used to the diva's behaviour, though he still didn't like it. "Order something from the room service. Anything. Now, get going, I still have work to do."
Satisfied with this, they rushed to the nearest elevator, Taemin beaming about food and how Kibum umma was the best, making Kibum smile proudly. Jonghyun looked at the key cards. "Rooms 74 and 83. Couldn't they even get us rooms next to each other!" he complained, and then quickly continued: "I'm sleeping with Bummie!" as they entered the seventh floor.
Minho didn't agree, though, and once they reached room 74 he snapped one of the key cards from Jonghyun's hands. The lead vocalist only had time to yelp before he had already opened the door, grabbed Kibum by the arm and yanked him to the room, and shut the door behind them.
"Yah!" Kibum exclaimed angrily "what the hell do you think you're- "
He was cut off as Minho threw him against the door, not bothering to turn on the lights. "Shut up, Kibum" he growled, pinning the boy between himself and the hard wooden surface, roughly shoving his leg between those delicious thighs, drawing a surprised gasp from the diva.
"Minho, I will not tolerate- " Kibum tried, but was silenced as Minho crushed their lips together, hard and rough, gripping his chin to force his mouth open. Kibum moaned as the rapper's tongue plunged into his mouth, and he felt his wrist being grabbed and pinned above his head.
"Yes you will" Minho hissed as he finally let the princess gasp for breath. "You will tolerate every single fucking thing I tell you to, Kibum."
"What the hell's gotten into you!" the younger boy snapped, a faint of fear in his eyes, but something else behind it, too. Minho simply couldn't figure out what it was. Besides, he had more important tasks than that.
"You" Minho hissed "you have. You're in my brain. And I fucking can't get you out of there. You and your fucking sweet hips" he ground his thigh to Kibum's crotch, earning a loud gasp "and those ridiculous chestpops" the hand that had held Kibum's chin roamed over his chest, forcefully palming his nipples, emitting a whine "and the way you move that god damn fuckable body of yours."
All the fear was gone from Kibum's eyes as he raised an eyebrow, understanding the situation, and grinned. "That explains it" he purred, dragging his free hand's fore finger under Minho's chin. "You know, I could get into you in many ways..."
Minho looked at him, and chuckled. A low, dangerous voice that sent shivers down Kibum's spine. "Kibummie" he said, sounding amused "you're very, very wrong if you think you're going to be the one entering anything but cloud nine."
Having said this Minho crushed their lips together again, taking Kibum's lower lip between his teeth and biting it forcefully enough to draw blood. Kibum moaned, and as his hands were freed he flung his arms around the older rapper's neck, clinging on to him and submitting to the kiss without much fight. Apparently he wasn't too mad about having to be on the bottom.
Minho grabbed Kibum's thighs, and lifted the boy up, letting out a satisfied hum as the diva was smart enough to wrap those long legs around his waist. He kept ravaging the boy's mouth, carrying him to the king size bed, and then suddenly flopped him on it.
Kibum yelped as he was dropped to the bed, and threw an ugly glare at the other. Minho smirked, casually opening his pants. "How about you use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize for scolding me earlier?" he suggested, nodding at his tenting boxers.
Kibum narrowed his eyes. "The almighty Key is never wrong" he announced then, holding his chin high in an arrogant manner "so I have nothing to apologize for." Minho smirked. He was going to love breaking that cocky attitude and turning it into a whimpering mess.
"Oh, but this time you are wrong, Bummie" Minho purred with a low voice, taking a gentle but firm grip on the younger one's chin. "I have done nothing to upset you, and still you yelled at me. And the way you flirted with that MBLAQ boy... Tsk, tsk. I didn't like it at all. Now, be a good boy and put your pretty lips to good use."
Kibum scowled. "Make me."
"My pleasure."
Without a warning Minho took a firm grip on Kibum's hair and then his chin, digging his fingers into the boys cheeks so that he had to open his mouth. Ruthlessly he pressed the boy's face to his groin, emitting a strangled whine as hands gripped his hips in attempt to keep the pretty nose from being crushed against a rock-hard cock.
"Apologize, Kibummie" Minho muttered, slowly, putting stress on every syllable. Without many options, Kibum threw the other rapper an ugly glare and gave up, taking a hold on the blue skinny jeans he still wore and dragging them down without wasting time.
Minho had expected Kibum to be used to giving blowjobs - after all, he was the only one of them regularly going out, clubbing, and having one-night stands - but he had had no idea what was coming. After taking a glance at the fairly big sized organ before his face, Kibum started working his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside, all the way from the base to the tip, then teasing the slit briefly.
Minho couldn't prevent a low moan from escaping his lips as he looked at the brown-haired boy work his magic with his eyes closed, those plump lips sucking on the head of his cock before taking it in fully. And by fully, he actually meant all of it.
The rapper panted and swore silently as he held on to Kibum's head and shoulder, trying to keep himself upright while the boy deep-throated him, humming silently and setting vibrations run along his cock. The way his tongue worked, circling, licking, massaging him was driving him crazy and he pulled back a little, making Kibum whine angrily. He chuckled. Apparently the diva wasn't disgusted with blowjobs, judging from the way he tried to get his mouth full of him again.
"Open your mouth" Minho ordered, and Kibum obeyed. A smirk spread its way on the taller boy's lips. "Good boy" he murmured and started building up a slow pace, fucking Kibum's mouth deep and thoroughly. Kibum moaned, hanging on to his bare hips, his face flushed with pleasure. To be honest, Minho was very impressed with the way the boy kept his cheeks hollowed and throat open, allowing his cock access all the way in.
Feeling the familiar warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach, Minho tried to pull away, wanting to find his release inside Kibum's body rather than his mouth. But the diva wouldn't have any of that, oh, no - he gripped Minho's hips tighter, and as he realized the athlete was trying to stop this he simply engulfed all of his cock once again, sucking on it forcefully, teasing the slit again with his tongue.
Minho couldn't take it - he couldn't take the way that perfect mouth worked him, the way those beautiful features furrowed in concentration and pleasure - and with a low growl he came in Kibum's mouth. He felt the fingers on his hipbones loosening their grip and looked at the princess actively swallowing everything he had had shot into his mouth.
Minho knelt to the floor, wiping a few drops of cum from Kibum's chin, offering the fingers to him. Greedily the boy took them into his mouth, sucking and licking, nibbling at his forefinger, then pulled back and smirked devilishly.
"You disobeyed" Minho murmured, his hand caressing Kibum's cheek. "Bad boy, Kibummie. It's not nice to eat people up like that without their permission." He fisted his fingers around the soft hair on Kibum's nape, yanking his head back, exposing his neck. He licked his lips, then attached his mouth to the delicious skin waiting for him, licking a thick line up to the sharp jawline, feeling the racing pulse under his tongue.
Kibum moaned, tangling his fingers in Minho's locks. "Choi Minho" he breathed "I swear to God, if you won't take me hard and rough right fucking now, I'm going to knock you out and rape you on the floor!"
Minho chuckled against Kibum's jawline, biting his chin gently. "Well aren't you greedy" he whispered, his voice husky and his breath hot against Kibum's skin, making him shiver. "It's not nice to threaten people, Kibummie..." he murmured, standing up from the floor and crouching over the younger boy. He looked at the diva underneath him, merely the sight turning him on again. Kibum was looking at him with darkened eyes, pupils blown, licking his lips and smirking like the devil himself.
"Who told you I'm nice?" he purred, reaching out to claim Minho's lips with his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip. Minho hummed, his hand roaming Kibum's chest, emitting a silent moan from the boy, his fingers getting caught in the pink frills and snapping a few of them.
Kibum pulled back from the kiss, glaring angrily at Minho. "Minho! God damn it, watch your clumsy hands, this is my favourite shirt and- "
"Shut the fuck up, Kibum" Minho ordered, obviously infuriating the diva by cutting him off. "That's not what I want to hear coming from your pretty mouth." With this he pushed Kibum roughly to the bed, grinding his knee to his groin, earning a surprised moan.
Minho pushed his hands under Kibum's shirt, roughly tugging it up and trying to force it over his head. The almighty diva wouldn't submit to this, though. Oh, no. So what Minho received was a slap on his hands and a forceful push on his chest, sending him stumbling backwards a bit.
Kibum scowled at the older rapper, and scoffed. "Just let me do what I'm good at" he then stated, and ordered: "sit down". For once in his life, Minho decided to obey, climbing on the bed and sitting down, his back against the headboard. He looked at Kibum, waiting.
Kibum grinned, then climbed on Minho's lap, his thighs straddling the boy's legs. With a slow, torturing pace, he hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Minho watched as more and more of smooth skin was exposed, and licked his lips, hungry for the body that was being revealed right in front of his eyes.
The diva noticed this, and smirked to himself, starting to move his hips gracefully from side to side. Once he got the shirt over his head he tossed it to the ground, letting Minho admire his slender body for a while, before starting to slowly open his pants. He popped the button, paused, then slid the zipper down so slow Minho had never though to be even possible.
And then he moved again, swaying his hips in deep curves, sliding his pants down painfully slow, inch by inch, loving every expression on Minho's face as his sharp hip bones were revealed from inside the silver fabric.
Minho raised an eyebrow, eyeing the smooth skin that was appearing into his vision. "You decided to go commando today, huh?" he asked, earning a cheeky, mischievous smile from Kibum. He chuckled. "No wonder you didn't want to change in the car."
"Actually, I really just like these pants. I wouldn't mind prancing without pants in front of the others" Kibum stated cheerfully and grinned, slowly sliding his fingers teasingly on his own body, caressing his hipbones.
Minho wasn't that pleased with the idea, though. He furrowed and reached out to caress Kibum's neck and jawline, then grabbed his chin with more than enough force. The smaller rapper winced in pain, and glared. He wasn't used to being treated like this.
"Such a dirty boy you are, Kibummie" Minho murmured, his voice low and husky, and trailed his other hand down the slender body, loving the feeling of the smooth skin under his fingers. "I bet you'd like that. Having the whole band drooling over you. I can imagine it, Kibum, I bet you can too - how Jinki would blush and Taemin's eyes would widen, and Jonghyun would jump you right then and there... You'd have all the attention in the world, all of it directed to that sweet ass of yours."
Minho yanked Kibum closer, making him fall forward to his lap. He brushed his lips against the rapper's ear, nibbling his earlobe. "You whore. You'd even corrupt our innocent Taeminnie to get what you want, wouldn't you?"
Kibum couldn't even bring his umma side to be offended - the way Minho talked to his ear went straight to his crotch, making him let out a strangled whimper. "Minho, there's something you forgot" the muttered, his lips ghosting over Minho's chin. The older male arched an eyebrow in response. "Yourself" the diva purred, supporting himself with his arms so that he could sit up, now sitting directly on Minho's crotch.
"You told me Jinki would blush, Taeminnie would be surprised, and Jonghyun would practically rape me - which is by the way totally true - but what about you? What would you do?" Kibum rolled his hips in a way that shouldn't have been possible, grinding his ass against Minho's crotch, making him gasp.
"What would you do to me, Minho?" Kibum hummed, licking the rapper's lower lip. "I want you to tell me." Minho chuckled, grabbing Kibum's hips and simply throwing him back first to the bed, making the boy yelp in surprise.
"I'd rather show you" the older male whispered, taking a firm hold on Kibum's silvery pants and yanking them down roughly. He then offered his fingers to the diva, ordering: "suck."
Kibum obeyed, closing his mouth around the digits. Minho inhaled sharply as he watched the diva sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them, sending shivers down his spine. He reached out to stroke the boy's bare chest, admiring every curve and bump there was, adoring his perfectly sculpted body with his fingers. "Well aren't you perfect" he whispered, relishing in the way the smooth skin felt under his hand.
"Yep" Kibum mumbled, and let out a small, disappointed whine as Minho drew his fingers out of his mouth. The taller boy smirked. "Don't be sad, pretty" he purred "I'll put them in good use."
He then grabbed Kibum's thighs, spreading them, and without any warnings pushed one finger inside the boy. Kibum moaned, tensing for a second, then relaxed. Minho arched an eyebrow. "You're pretty used to this, aren't you?" he asked, receiving a grin. "What if I am? Are you jealous?"
Minho chuckled, leaning down to bite on Kibum's collarbone. God, how he loved the way those collarbones showed through his skin, so visible and beautiful. "Yeah" he murmured "I want to beat the living daylights out of every fucker that has touched you." He then simply eased another finger in, and began scissoring Kibum roughly, stretching him and drawing long, needy moans out of his pretty mouth.
"I don't want you to be touched by anyone else any more" Minho hissed, his lips pressed against Kibum's jawline, raising to his ear "understand, Kibummie?" He removed his fingers, smirking at the whine the diva let out. Minho grabbed Kibum's hips and flipped him around to lay on his stomach, then took hold of one slender thigh, digging his nails into the soft flesh, positioned himself and thrust in with force, making Kibum howl in pain.
Minho gave the boy a moment to adjust to the feeling, holding his hips with one hand, rubbing his thumb over one pointy hipbone. Kibum drew in a deep breath, and that was when he thrust in again, emitting a throaty yelp from the younger male.
Minho started building up a pace, crouching over Kibum, fisting a hand into the hair in the nape of his neck. He yanked the boy's head back, loving the whimpers and curses that spilled from his beautiful, swollen lips. "You're mine, Kibum" he purred, leaving an angry red bite mark on one pale shoulder "so scream my name."
And Kibum did. With every thrust he cursed, moaned and whimpered Minho's name, foul words dropping from his skilful tongue as he begun to come undone, the mere sight of the arrogant diva now turning into a needy, whining mess nearly sending Minho over the edge.
The bed creaked as Minho let his fantasies come alive, pounding into Kibum, fucking him hard to the mattress and loving the way he took turns with begging - "Minho, please, God, I need it, I need it so bad" - and threatening - "fuck me, harder, harder you bastard or I'll swear I'll make your life a living hell" -, and the high-pitched mewls and incoherent swear words spilling from his hoarse throat sounded like the most beautiful song he had ever heard.
And suddenly, there was a violent shiver and a low, strangled groan that told Minho he had hit the right spot. Smirking, he kept hitting Kibum's prostate with force, reaching out to grab the rapper's erection and working it in time with his thrusts. The younger male kept squirming, clawing the sheets, little pleas and curses like "oh, God, Minho, yes" "right there, fuck, yes, yes" and "so good, so fucking good" leaving his lips as breathy moans.
Finally, Minho felt Kibum's body clench and spasm as his orgasm hit him with the force of a typhoon, his back arching in the most delicious of ways, making the older rapper come inside him with a low, feral groan. Kibum slumped to the sheets, panting, and winced as Minho pulled out of him.
The athlete sat still for a while, took a couple of deep breaths and stood up. He ignored the offended moan from Kibum, as the diva though he'd be left alone like a whore, and began tugging at the bed cover. The beautiful rapper raised an eyebrow, and understood, rolling to the other side of the bed to let Minho pull the ugly brown cover off the bed.
Minho grinned, and slumped to the bed, letting out a tired sigh. He felt Kibum crawl to his side, and smiled as the boy nudged his nose against his cheek. "Snuggly, aren't you?" he murmured, burying his fingers into the brown locks, brushing them off the diva's forehead. He loved the way Kibum smiled cheekily, a blink in the corner of his eye.
"Maybe. At least until round two."