Tonight 8/? (Minho/Key)
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
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It was late by the time Key finally arrived at Minho's apartment. The taller boy had spent the last few hours brooding over what Key could be up to with his portfolio. He heard soft knocks at the door and leapt up from the couch. He tried to calm himself but ended up flinging open the door a little too hard; the wind he created making Key sway toward him a bit, falling into his arms.
The diva embraced Minho gently while letting out gentle laughter. "Miss me?"
"It's only been a few hours." Minho stated in a pseudo-calm voice.
The diva shot him a knowing glance as he toed off his shoes and entered the apartment.
Minho surveyed Key's body; noting, besides the fact he had a fabulous ass, that he was without his portfolio.
"Where are my photos?" He queried, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Safe. Don't worry that pretty little head about it." Key purred seductively.
But Minho was worried. Having such a personal part of him floating out god knows where was unsettling as fuck.
"Hmm. I can see you seem a little distressed....let me help." Key stated but remained where he was.
When he was sure that he'd gotten Minho's full attention, he began to strip.
The shipping-heir's mind went devoid of all thought, except for the immediate lust that was coiling inside his stomach. Key took his time, swaying to a silent beat; one much slower than Minho's heart. First his light jacket came off; tossed over the back of the couch with surprising accuracy. Next he unfastened his belt, grasping the buckle and pulling swiftly; the snap of leather slicing through the air. Minho felt his entire body getting warm. His hands were practically on fire, he wanted to touch the diva so badly.
"Nuh uh." Key growled as he snapped the belt against the the floor. "No touching. Me or yourself." He finished wickedly.
Minho swallowed hard. He was getting so turned on by Key's dominant strip-tease. The diva toyed with the hem of his shirt before lifting it overhead gracefully. He then moved to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly before shimmying out of them. Minho could see the diva's hardening length tenting his boxers. He felt the blood rushing to his crotch, his cock throbbing inside his jeans. Key turned around and dropped his boxers, giving Minho a good long look at his ass before he stood back up.
He turned back to face the other boy, stroking his dick languidly; eyes dark and yearning. He took in Minho's appearance; sweat rolling lightly down his face, eyes almost black, and his dick a prominent bulge in his pants.
Key grinned wickedly and began to walk past Minho.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to follow me?" The diva teased as he sauntered past.
Had Minho's brain not been short-circuited from Key's strip-tease he would have rushed into his bedroom. It took him nearly twenty seconds to direct coherent thought to his legs. Apparently twenty seconds was entirely too long for Key. When Minho entered the room he found the smaller boy on all fours and the bed, ass facing him, and scissoring his fingers inside his hole.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" Key taunted as he inserted a third finger.
Minho ripped off his clothes at lightning speed, flinging them haphazardly around the room. He dove at Key and immediately swatted his hands away, replacing the other boy's fingers with his tongue. He wiggled it into the diva's stretched hole, swirling it around; mewls of approval falling from Key's mouth. He could feel Key's legs trembling under his ministrations so he shoved him forward face-first on the bed. The diva let out a throaty chuckle as he felt Minho's body cover his own. The older boy quickly draped a condom over his aching erection and positioned him at Key's hole. He ghosted his lips over the diva's shoulders as he rammed inward.
The groans that were spilling out of Key's mouth had to be THE most obscene and the most beautiful thing Minho had ever heard. His dick felt like it was encased in a velvet vice, the pressure almost unbearable but too delicious to imagine stopping. He forced himself to slow his thrusts down, swiveling his hips and making sure to rake over Key's prostate .
Key felt like he was going insane as Minho raked over his sweet spot at that maddening pace.
"Minho...I....you...GOD!"
The taller boy smirked at Key's incomplete pleas, but refused to pick up the speed. Instead he drew Key up on his knees, and took his weeping erection in his hand. He teased the head of Key's cock, thumbing over the slit.
The diva's breath was coming out in wheezing pants as he arched into Minho's thrusts; his back curving sensually I. The dim light. Minho felt his balls drawing up and white heat searing in his lower abdomen, so he started pumping the diva's cock furiously. He came first filling the condom to the brink. The flicked the ridge of Key's dick as aftershocks caused his hips to jerk erratically. Key screamed Minho's name as he spilled his seed on the sheets. The taller boy slumped over to the side, taking Key with him. They laid against each other, completely spent. Their breathing evened out as their heartbeats synced as they came down from their post-orgasm high.
Minho finally pulled out and cradled Key against his side.
"Best distraction ever." Minho chuckled as he played with the diva's hair.
Key smirked in response as he nuzzled into Minho's chest.
"Are you going to tell me what you did with them?" Minho prodded gently.
"Just trust me, ok?" The diva assured as he tapped fingers lightly over Minho' collarbone.
The taller boy just gave a low purr in approval. It should have alarmed him that he did trust Key, but it actually comforted him. He still wasn't sure what he was feeling for the other boy, but whatever it was - it felt good, really good.
TBC....
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6 CH7
***
It was late by the time Key finally arrived at Minho's apartment. The taller boy had spent the last few hours brooding over what Key could be up to with his portfolio. He heard soft knocks at the door and leapt up from the couch. He tried to calm himself but ended up flinging open the door a little too hard; the wind he created making Key sway toward him a bit, falling into his arms.
The diva embraced Minho gently while letting out gentle laughter. "Miss me?"
"It's only been a few hours." Minho stated in a pseudo-calm voice.
The diva shot him a knowing glance as he toed off his shoes and entered the apartment.
Minho surveyed Key's body; noting, besides the fact he had a fabulous ass, that he was without his portfolio.
"Where are my photos?" He queried, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Safe. Don't worry that pretty little head about it." Key purred seductively.
But Minho was worried. Having such a personal part of him floating out god knows where was unsettling as fuck.
"Hmm. I can see you seem a little distressed....let me help." Key stated but remained where he was.
When he was sure that he'd gotten Minho's full attention, he began to strip.
The shipping-heir's mind went devoid of all thought, except for the immediate lust that was coiling inside his stomach. Key took his time, swaying to a silent beat; one much slower than Minho's heart. First his light jacket came off; tossed over the back of the couch with surprising accuracy. Next he unfastened his belt, grasping the buckle and pulling swiftly; the snap of leather slicing through the air. Minho felt his entire body getting warm. His hands were practically on fire, he wanted to touch the diva so badly.
"Nuh uh." Key growled as he snapped the belt against the the floor. "No touching. Me or yourself." He finished wickedly.
Minho swallowed hard. He was getting so turned on by Key's dominant strip-tease. The diva toyed with the hem of his shirt before lifting it overhead gracefully. He then moved to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly before shimmying out of them. Minho could see the diva's hardening length tenting his boxers. He felt the blood rushing to his crotch, his cock throbbing inside his jeans. Key turned around and dropped his boxers, giving Minho a good long look at his ass before he stood back up.
He turned back to face the other boy, stroking his dick languidly; eyes dark and yearning. He took in Minho's appearance; sweat rolling lightly down his face, eyes almost black, and his dick a prominent bulge in his pants.
Key grinned wickedly and began to walk past Minho.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to follow me?" The diva teased as he sauntered past.
Had Minho's brain not been short-circuited from Key's strip-tease he would have rushed into his bedroom. It took him nearly twenty seconds to direct coherent thought to his legs. Apparently twenty seconds was entirely too long for Key. When Minho entered the room he found the smaller boy on all fours and the bed, ass facing him, and scissoring his fingers inside his hole.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" Key taunted as he inserted a third finger.
Minho ripped off his clothes at lightning speed, flinging them haphazardly around the room. He dove at Key and immediately swatted his hands away, replacing the other boy's fingers with his tongue. He wiggled it into the diva's stretched hole, swirling it around; mewls of approval falling from Key's mouth. He could feel Key's legs trembling under his ministrations so he shoved him forward face-first on the bed. The diva let out a throaty chuckle as he felt Minho's body cover his own. The older boy quickly draped a condom over his aching erection and positioned him at Key's hole. He ghosted his lips over the diva's shoulders as he rammed inward.
The groans that were spilling out of Key's mouth had to be THE most obscene and the most beautiful thing Minho had ever heard. His dick felt like it was encased in a velvet vice, the pressure almost unbearable but too delicious to imagine stopping. He forced himself to slow his thrusts down, swiveling his hips and making sure to rake over Key's prostate .
Key felt like he was going insane as Minho raked over his sweet spot at that maddening pace.
"Minho...I....you...GOD!"
The taller boy smirked at Key's incomplete pleas, but refused to pick up the speed. Instead he drew Key up on his knees, and took his weeping erection in his hand. He teased the head of Key's cock, thumbing over the slit.
The diva's breath was coming out in wheezing pants as he arched into Minho's thrusts; his back curving sensually I. The dim light. Minho felt his balls drawing up and white heat searing in his lower abdomen, so he started pumping the diva's cock furiously. He came first filling the condom to the brink. The flicked the ridge of Key's dick as aftershocks caused his hips to jerk erratically. Key screamed Minho's name as he spilled his seed on the sheets. The taller boy slumped over to the side, taking Key with him. They laid against each other, completely spent. Their breathing evened out as their heartbeats synced as they came down from their post-orgasm high.
Minho finally pulled out and cradled Key against his side.
"Best distraction ever." Minho chuckled as he played with the diva's hair.
Key smirked in response as he nuzzled into Minho's chest.
"Are you going to tell me what you did with them?" Minho prodded gently.
"Just trust me, ok?" The diva assured as he tapped fingers lightly over Minho' collarbone.
The taller boy just gave a low purr in approval. It should have alarmed him that he did trust Key, but it actually comforted him. He still wasn't sure what he was feeling for the other boy, but whatever it was - it felt good, really good.
TBC....