[fic] monochrome world ; minkey
monochrome world ; minkey
a/n: shhhhhh you didn't see anything~~~~~~ & yes i'm supposed to be writing for the 50k due in 11 days fuq my life.
warnings: asphyxiation, rough smut, dub-con.
this kind of activity.'>
When Kibum agreed to 'spend more time with Minho', he wasn't entirely sure it meant doing this kind of activity. But they had something of a system set up to speak in brief touches, glances, and occasional text messages. Mostly though, it was touches - a tug on Kibum's sleeve, grabbing onto Minho's belt loop; any way they could grab each other's attention.
It's the former today; Minho gently tugs on Kibum's sleeve when the other comes back from a Sukira session. Kibum wraps (too thin) fingers around Minho's wrist and lightly squeezes, eyes disappearing into crescents as he smiles. Minho smiles back at him and gently tugs him into the bedroom, closing the door and not even bothering to lock it.
Minho's lips gently press to Kibum's, sucking the lower lip between his teeth and softly nibbling. Kibum lets out a rare deep chuckle, lacing hands behind Minho's head and pulling him closer, angling their mouths just right. He pulls back with a soft smack, looking up at Minho's lust-blown pupils.
"I think we only have about an hour before the rest return."
"Shouldn't be a problem," Minho replies, voice cocky as he trails his nails up Kibum's sides, watching the older male shiver in anticipation.
They kiss lazily for a few moments and shed clothes; Minho trailing kisses down Kibum's shuddering body lightly. something feels different radiating off of Kibum; and Minho decides to benefit this to his advantage.
"Minho, w-wait. Wait. Minho!"
Minho pauses from nipping Kibum's hipbone a little too hard, watching as a hickey's already beginning to form. He ignores Kibum's protests and trails lips to the inside of his thighs, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises.
Suddenly he's yanked up by his growing-out hair, coming face to face with Kibum's scowl. "Would you fucking listen to me and stop playing around?"
The younger male narrows his eyes. "It's called foreplay, Kibum. Maybe you should try it, sometime." Kibum rolls his eys and hips all in one swift motion, biting back a moan of pain, surprise and arousal as Minho suddenly thrusts into him without preparation.
"Jesus, Minho," Kibum hisses out and tries to keep up with this sudden rough thrusting, biting back a deep moan when he feels lithe fingers tweak his nipple. He tries to will his body to relax more and more, but feels every inch of skin tightening in protest; as if he knows something isn't right.
He breathes easy when Minho pulls out of him, steadying him with a gaze that has Kibum's skin crawling in an uneasy way. "Roll over, Kibum."
Kibum does and hisses when Minho thrusts in again, picking the speed back up and digging nails into his hips, gripping as hard as he can. M-minho, s-slow down, okay?" comes a coughed-out request; Minho simply grunting in acknowledgement. It's at this point Kibum doesn't even bother biting back moans and cries; his own nails digging and scratching into bedsheets and actually beginning to tear them.
"Choi Minho, stop, I can't...I can't come."
Kibum freezes when Minho doesn't look like he's going to slow down any time soon, so he repeats it a bit louder - "I said -"
Fingers suddenly fist in his hair as Minho yanks (and secretly relishes in the howl Kibum lets out) and tips his head back, trailing them down lightly to his neck and tracing over the adam's apple.
Minho carefully turns Kibum over to his back again, leering over him with a slight grin as he's pressing a hard bite to the hollow of Kibum's throat, not missing how Kibum's breath hitched slightly. He plans another bite, sucking more of the abused skin in his mouth, trailing teeth over that well-defined jawline and biting Kibum's lower lip in protest, licking the blood gently.
Kibum's gone almost completely silent by now; breath coming in soft hiccuping sobs. He's just about to roll over and head off to the bathroom to take care of his raging hard-on and let Minho settle whatever the hell was wrong with him, but is stopped by fingers grabbing his wrist and twisting.
"Where are you going, Kibum?" he breaks the silence by reaching out, placing a hand gently on Kibum's throat and massaging it gently with his fingers. Without a warning, he thrusts back in and closes his hand around the older boy's throat.
At first, Kibum doesn't fully understand; until Minho starts squeezing steadily. The pressure rises and Kibum's vaguely aware he feels himself struggling, whimpers barely coming out of his throat as he tries to gasp for air. Minho's grip tightens and tightens, and Kibum actually feels himself starting to see spots and go limp.
It's only at this does Minho let go, and Kibum's automatically sucking air into his lungs, whimpering when he feels Minho tighten his grip again. Kibum tries to relax, tries to tell himself that this is Minho; his bandmate and close friend, but it's just too impossible, even with his own nails digging into Minho's wrists in desperation.
So he goes completely limp, detaching his mind and letting only whimpering sobs beginning to escape him when Minho lets go, lets Minho fuck him completely, lets Minho pass out without even cleaning up the sheets, lets his body slowly come down from the searing pain into a dull roar, lets himself pop eight ibuprofen at once just to an hour of rest.
Kibum doesn't have the will to look Minho in the eye the next day, and Minho doesn't have the will to ask about the bruises on his neck and wrists that match his fingers, if he was to look closely enough.
a/n: shhhhhh you didn't see anything~~~~~~ & yes i'm supposed to be writing for the 50k due in 11 days fuq my life.
warnings: asphyxiation, rough smut, dub-con.
this kind of activity.'>
When Kibum agreed to 'spend more time with Minho', he wasn't entirely sure it meant doing this kind of activity. But they had something of a system set up to speak in brief touches, glances, and occasional text messages. Mostly though, it was touches - a tug on Kibum's sleeve, grabbing onto Minho's belt loop; any way they could grab each other's attention.
It's the former today; Minho gently tugs on Kibum's sleeve when the other comes back from a Sukira session. Kibum wraps (too thin) fingers around Minho's wrist and lightly squeezes, eyes disappearing into crescents as he smiles. Minho smiles back at him and gently tugs him into the bedroom, closing the door and not even bothering to lock it.
Minho's lips gently press to Kibum's, sucking the lower lip between his teeth and softly nibbling. Kibum lets out a rare deep chuckle, lacing hands behind Minho's head and pulling him closer, angling their mouths just right. He pulls back with a soft smack, looking up at Minho's lust-blown pupils.
"I think we only have about an hour before the rest return."
"Shouldn't be a problem," Minho replies, voice cocky as he trails his nails up Kibum's sides, watching the older male shiver in anticipation.
They kiss lazily for a few moments and shed clothes; Minho trailing kisses down Kibum's shuddering body lightly. something feels different radiating off of Kibum; and Minho decides to benefit this to his advantage.
"Minho, w-wait. Wait. Minho!"
Minho pauses from nipping Kibum's hipbone a little too hard, watching as a hickey's already beginning to form. He ignores Kibum's protests and trails lips to the inside of his thighs, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises.
Suddenly he's yanked up by his growing-out hair, coming face to face with Kibum's scowl. "Would you fucking listen to me and stop playing around?"
The younger male narrows his eyes. "It's called foreplay, Kibum. Maybe you should try it, sometime." Kibum rolls his eys and hips all in one swift motion, biting back a moan of pain, surprise and arousal as Minho suddenly thrusts into him without preparation.
"Jesus, Minho," Kibum hisses out and tries to keep up with this sudden rough thrusting, biting back a deep moan when he feels lithe fingers tweak his nipple. He tries to will his body to relax more and more, but feels every inch of skin tightening in protest; as if he knows something isn't right.
He breathes easy when Minho pulls out of him, steadying him with a gaze that has Kibum's skin crawling in an uneasy way. "Roll over, Kibum."
Kibum does and hisses when Minho thrusts in again, picking the speed back up and digging nails into his hips, gripping as hard as he can. M-minho, s-slow down, okay?" comes a coughed-out request; Minho simply grunting in acknowledgement. It's at this point Kibum doesn't even bother biting back moans and cries; his own nails digging and scratching into bedsheets and actually beginning to tear them.
"Choi Minho, stop, I can't...I can't come."
Kibum freezes when Minho doesn't look like he's going to slow down any time soon, so he repeats it a bit louder - "I said -"
Fingers suddenly fist in his hair as Minho yanks (and secretly relishes in the howl Kibum lets out) and tips his head back, trailing them down lightly to his neck and tracing over the adam's apple.
Minho carefully turns Kibum over to his back again, leering over him with a slight grin as he's pressing a hard bite to the hollow of Kibum's throat, not missing how Kibum's breath hitched slightly. He plans another bite, sucking more of the abused skin in his mouth, trailing teeth over that well-defined jawline and biting Kibum's lower lip in protest, licking the blood gently.
Kibum's gone almost completely silent by now; breath coming in soft hiccuping sobs. He's just about to roll over and head off to the bathroom to take care of his raging hard-on and let Minho settle whatever the hell was wrong with him, but is stopped by fingers grabbing his wrist and twisting.
"Where are you going, Kibum?" he breaks the silence by reaching out, placing a hand gently on Kibum's throat and massaging it gently with his fingers. Without a warning, he thrusts back in and closes his hand around the older boy's throat.
At first, Kibum doesn't fully understand; until Minho starts squeezing steadily. The pressure rises and Kibum's vaguely aware he feels himself struggling, whimpers barely coming out of his throat as he tries to gasp for air. Minho's grip tightens and tightens, and Kibum actually feels himself starting to see spots and go limp.
It's only at this does Minho let go, and Kibum's automatically sucking air into his lungs, whimpering when he feels Minho tighten his grip again. Kibum tries to relax, tries to tell himself that this is Minho; his bandmate and close friend, but it's just too impossible, even with his own nails digging into Minho's wrists in desperation.
So he goes completely limp, detaching his mind and letting only whimpering sobs beginning to escape him when Minho lets go, lets Minho fuck him completely, lets Minho pass out without even cleaning up the sheets, lets his body slowly come down from the searing pain into a dull roar, lets himself pop eight ibuprofen at once just to an hour of rest.
Kibum doesn't have the will to look Minho in the eye the next day, and Minho doesn't have the will to ask about the bruises on his neck and wrists that match his fingers, if he was to look closely enough.