[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Circle's End [outtake]

[rabenhorst]

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The words shoot right through Minho and into his cock, making him harder than he even thought he could get within mere seconds. He only grunts as a response before surging in to attach his mouth on Kibum’s in a deep, ravenous kiss. It feels like his blood is boiling in his veins, all traces of the previous tiredness and annoyances gone.

Easily, Minho tightens his hold and lifts Kibum up, swallowing his moan as he carries him to the plush armchair. Already when he sinks down on it, Kibum on his lap, his pants are being worked on. The kiss is distracting enough, though, effectively making them both forget everything else. It’s a messy tangle of tongues and lips, lacking all finesse even if it makes that up in sheer devotion.

At first Minho grips Kibum’s butt to grind their hips together, but as delicious as that is he also has the bigger goal in mind. He knows he doesn’t need to prepare Kibum anymore, but he can’t resist the temptation and slides two fingers inside of him.

A moan pushes its way from Kibum’s throat and he shudders in Minho’s arms, clutching his shoulders knuckles white. “You’re so gorgeous,” Minho purrs, twisting his fingers even deeper until he hits what he aimed for. He watches how Kibum’s features twist in pure pleasure, his mouth hanging slightly open as he sucks in a deep breath.

“Move,” Minho whispers. He doesn’t need to urge any further, before Kibum nods hastily. Soon Kibum is rocking his hips, fucking himself down on Minho’s long fingers. He is chewing on his lower lip, his brows furrowed in concentration, little sparks of pleasure shaking his body.

In between enjoying the sight presented for him Minho occupies himself by nibbling on the pale column of Kibum’s neck, scraping his teeth down his throat and sucking a clear mark near his collarbone. The shirt is still hanging off Kibum’s form, big enough to slip off one shoulder, and Minho enjoys every millimetre of exposed skin.

Minho can’t hold out forever though, his pants so tight he feels he might burst through them any second. He needs a moment to fumble them open with his free hand, but thankfully by then Kibum comes to his aid and together they manage to work the garment out of the way. Neither of them needs to say anything, they’re already on the same page.

Kibum lowers himself down on Minho’s lap, taking an inch after inch of his cock, and they both hold their breath. It’s intense, exactly what they both need right now. When their hips are flush against one another, Minho lets all air out of his lungs in one deep groan. His palms are resting on Kibum’s waist, but he doesn’t urge, not physically. Instead he brings his lips to Kibum’s ear and rasps out one single word.

Hearing his name spoken in such needy, raw tone shakes Kibum to the core and he shifts. He doesn’t really lift himself up properly, but instead rocks his hips slowly. It’s teasing, maddening, and in his frustration Minho has half a mind to flip them over to fuck Kibum hard on the coffee table. He holds back though, only digs his fingers into the flesh on Kibum’s thighs.

Soon enough he’s rewarded and the pace picks up. With every downwards movement of Kibum’s hips he thrusts up to meet him halfway, to make sure that the penetration is as deep as it gets. It’s getting them both off so easily that they’re teetering on the edge within minutes.

There are no words to describe how much Minho enjoys seeing the usually so collected Kibum this wrecked, panting and moaning, greedily forcing himself down on Minho’s cock. It’s even better to see him finally lose it completely, throw his head back in surrender.

They become undone together, sharing one breath, lips barely touching.

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