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Minho stood outside of Kibum’s home, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket as he debated ringing the doorbell again. There was no way Kibum hadn’t heard him ring the first 2 times, it had been at least 10 minutes since he had rang it the first time. His finger hovered over the doorbell when he heard the lock click. When the door opened it wasn’t who he expected.
Jinki stood in the doorway wearing a big coat, holding two containers full of food “Oh, Minho you made it!” he grinned at the younger, pulling him in for a side hug. “I was just leaving, I have to be up early I’m flying out for a fan meet tomorrow so, I couldn’t stay late. Everyone else is inside though! What took you so long?”
“What took me so long? I’ve been out here for 15 minutes now! Did no one hear me ring the doorbell?” Minho barked, feeling a little bad when Jinki’s smile dropped. “The doorbell? Did Kibum not tell you it was broken?” Jinki shook his head as he said it, “He said in the group chat to call him when you got here.”
“What?” He squinted at Jinki before pulling out his phone to check only to find it was completely dead. “Oh, I guess it must have died on my way here…” his ears tinted pink with embarrassment. Jinki huffed, “Your phone’s always dead, I told Kibum that too, you really need to get a charger for you car,” Jinki looked over him with that same worried look he always had when he was doting on them. “You know, I think I might even have a spare for you if you need it, Mingoon.” He motioned for him to move so he could leave. “I’ll give it to you next time I see you. I should be off, they kept me here with their craziness long enough. You should hurry inside, it’s cold out here and Bummie and Jjong were really upset you hadn’t showed yet.”
Minho nodded bowing his head a bit, “Thank you, hyung. I hope your event tomorrow goes well.” Jinki bowed back. “Have fun, They’ve all already started drinking without you!” Jinki had a mischievous glint in hie eye when he said it, like he knew something Minho didn’t, “Goodnight Minho.” Without wasting any more time, he disappeared into the night.
Minho didn’t linger any longer in the cold, letting himself into the house and locking the door behind him. He could hear the sounds of laughter and music as he was greeted by Commede and Garcon in the foyer. Both of them yapped and jumped happily on his legs. He smiled petting them both, “Commede Garconsss, where’s your papa, huh?” they circled him as he hung his coat on the rack and walked further inside.
“Whose turn is it now?” Taemin was giggling as he said it, stood up and swaying to the music holding a bottle of soju in his hand, evidently choosing to forgo a shot glass as he took a swig directly from the bottle. Next to him was a red faced Jonghyun who seemed to be holding onto his own bottle of soju like his life depended on it. Taemin thought for a moment before suddenly pointing in the direction of the kitchen. “Ah, I think it is Kibummie’s turn now! Truth or Dare?” Minho heard Kibum sigh, “Yahh, enough with this game, you already know all there is to know!” Taemin pouted, “That’s not true! You have plenty of secrets hyung, I just know it!” Jonghyun smiled knowingly as he poured another shot of soju. “Leave him alone, Taeminnie. We’ll just play by ourselves, since Kibum is all butthurt that Minho never showed!” That comment earned him a scoff from Kibum, but the other didn’t say anything. Minho decided now was the time to make himself known, sneaking up behind Taemin and locking eyes with Kibum. He held a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion before grabbing both the youngers shoulders and shouting “BOO!” Taemin yelped and turned around, then laughed, “Ah, Minho hyung! You came just in time! We’re playing a game! Wanna play?” Now that Taemin had turned around he could tell he was tipsy but definitely not as far gone as Jonghyun.
“Enough with the game, the two of you are drunk enough already!” Kibum tsked as he finished plating the side dishes, picking two up and walking them to the dining table. “Min, help me carry the rest of these.” Taemin pouted and huffed, going to where Jonghyun was sitting and plopping down onto his lap. “Hyung, it seems playtime is over.” Jonghyun hiccups when Taemin sits on him but otherwise doesn’t react, putting his head in his hands. “I think I’ve had enough too, thank you.” Jonghyun’s words were soft and broken up by hiccups as he tried to remain composed. Kibum set the last of the plates down around the take away bags of fried chicken they had ordered. “Well, are we going to eat? Jinki took some home with him but theres still plenty.” Jonghyun made a sour face “I-I think I’m okay- Actually, if it’s okay with you Kibum-ah I’m going to head home.” Kibum frowned. “Are you sure? You could stay here tonight if you like, you don’t seem well enough to go by yourself…” Jonghyun shook his head. “I’ll be okay…” Kibum pouted, shaking his head. “Taemin, go with your hyung, make sure he gets home safe.” Taemin pouts once again, “But-“
“No buts, you can come back after if you would like but you’re the one who made Jonghyunnie play that drinking game in the first place, it’s only fair.” Taemin sighed, “Fine!” he made his way to Jonghyun wrapping his arm around him and heading to the door. “But I will be coming back so don’t fall asleep!” Kibum laughed, “No promises!” They heard the door slam shut, then just like that it was just the two of them.
Alone.
“So, are you hungry?” Kibum smiled up at Minho, pulling out a chair for him. Minho smirked. “I think I’m hungry for something a bit… different.” Kibum blushed as Minho sat down then poured two shots of soju. He handed one to him then downed his quickly. Kibum did the same.
“Well, Kibummie, Truth or Dare?”
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“Are you sure about this?” Kibum was making a sour face as Minho laid back in the pillows, meeting his giddy expression with a judgmental gaze. He was sat straddling his waist, a bundle of nerves in the other’s hold as he seemed to contemplate Minho’s request. The game had started innocent enough but as they downed more and more shots, and started to get a little too close, a little too handsy, the questions and requests had become a bit more deviant. Granted when Minho had dared Kibum to sit on his face he really thought it was a joke until Minho didn’t start laughing when he did.
“Are you kidding? I’ve never been so sure of something in my life!” Minho’s eyes glinted with mischief, smile growing wider as he beckoned Kibum closer so they could get to the main event. The other didn’t move from his perch though, still eyeing him skeptically. His enthusiasm was usual, but given the current circumstances, Kibum was a bit thrown by it. Minho’s smile wavered a bit at his hesitance, his wide smile slipped into a softer expression as his hands found the other’s waist, rubbing slow reassuring circles into his skin. “Yahhh, Kibumahhh… it will be fineeee.” he shook him around, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. “There’s no need to be nervous, Bummie.” Minho used his hands on his hips, pulling him further until he was sat on his chest. He ran his hands up and down his soft plush thighs, giving him those pleading puppy dog eyes. “Please?”
Kibum huffed, gaining a small amount of confidence from Minho’s chiding. “You really want this?” The other nodded enthusiastically, “I need you to sit on my face.” Minho didnt falter, eyes determined as Kibum turned beet red “Yahhhh! You don’t have to say it like that! So crude…” Minho stuck out his tongue at him teasingly “You’re crude!” Kibum rolled his eyes at the response, but let him have the final word as he finally started raising himself up, positioning himself right above Minho’s face. Embarrassment washed over him just thinking of the angle Minho was getting of his body, only to be pleasantly surprised by the way Minho looked up at him with his loving, hungry eyes. He looked over him like he was a five course meal spread out just for him.
“So pretty…” Minho’s squeezed the small amount of chub at his hips before sliding lower to spread his wet lips apart, getting a good look at his peach colored folds. “You’re is so gorgeous, baby.” Minho said it like he couldn’t hold it in, his words making blush spread across his body “Hands on the headboard, honey, don’t want you hurting yourself.” Minho winked, eyes glinting with that same mischief from earlier as he obeyed, placing his shaking hands on the headboard.
Kibum scoffed loudly, unable to hold back a smitten smile. “You’re such a freak…” He almost sighed the words, not giving Minho any time to retort as he slowly lowered himself onto Minho’s mouth, still a bit reserved about this position. Minho was just as eager as ever, tongue darting out immediately, fiending for a taste of Kibum’s sweet cunt. He started off as gently as always, flattening his tongue over his core as he dipped it between his pink lips, earning him a shuddered breathy moan. He took it as encouragement, lapping softly at his clit, causing the other to cant his hips into the sensation. “Ming-“ he let out a breathy whine of his name as his tongue found his hole, darting it teasingly in and out while he buried his face further in, moaning at the sweetness of Kibum on his tongue.
Craving more of the taste he used his grip on his hips to fully seat him on his face, kissing and licking at his clit as Kibum started to buck his hips, becoming more accustomed now to the new position. Minho’s hands slipped to grip his ass, spreading his cheeks and teasing a finger on his hole. Kibum squeaked as his finger dipped into it just a little bit. “S-so good- Fuck!” He mewled out as his grip on the headboard tightened, finding leverage as he began to properly ride Minho’s face. “M-Ming- oh” His whining grew louder as Minho went to work, exploring Kibum with his tongue, letting out guttural moans and hums as he devoured his cunt.
Kibum soon gave up grinding on his face, instead letting Minho take the reigns, moving him by the hips to get a better angle, lapping and sucking at every place he knew would drive Kibum crazy. When Minho noticed Kibum relaxing into his steady slow motion he decided to pick up his pace, kissing and sucking on his sensitive clit more fervently, making the man above him let out the prettiest moans as his thighs tightened around Minho’s head, getting lost in his rhythm as he began to reach his peak. “Minho! Fuck, just like that!” He felt tears start to stream down his face from overstimulation as Minho pulled him impossibly closer, nose now nudging along his clit as his tongue accompanied his finger, flicking in and out of Kibum’s leaking hole.
His whole body started to shake, hands losing their grip on the headboard, falling down to Minho’s disheveled hair, finding purchase as he got lost in ecstasy. He tugged harshly on the strands, as if trying to pull him further in, trying to become one. “Fuuck! Fuck! I’m gonna- FUCK!” Kibum cried out as his cunt latched down on Minho’s tongue, pulsing around it as he squirted all over his face and neck, wetness dripping down to his cheeks in droves as Kibum fell forward, pressing his face into the plush headboard. He was now more thankful than ever for that purchase, unable to imagine how much more uncomfortable this would be with the wooden one Minho almost convinced him to buy. He was left panting heavily into it, forgetting for a moment that maybe the man under him might be unable to breath with him fully seated on his mouth and nose. Minho didn’t seem to mind too much though, still lapping softly at his twitching cunt as he came down from his high.
When Kibum didn’t move off of him after a while Minho used his grip on his hips to lift him off himself, causing his whole body to shudder at being removed from his warm mouth. “Are you trying to suffocate me Kibummie? Is that the thanks I get?” He placed him gently back in his lap, right over his own erection, perhaps seeking some relief. Kibum didn’t react to the hardness beneath him, collapsing onto Minho’s chest as soon as he was released like a ragdoll, still catching his breath.
“Haah, you wanted that, didn’t you? I thought maybe you could die happy.” Minho snorted at the snarky remark. “I obviously didn’t do well enough if you can still say such cruel things to me.” Kibum picked his head up, admiring the sight of Minho with his juices all across his face, shimmering in the moonlight streaming in from the window. He couldn’t help but think this may be the best he’s ever looked. Fuck all the make up and styling, Minho looks his best covered in traces of Kibum, messy hair and flushed cheeks, covered in sweat and slick. “I don’t think I’ll ever be too tired to tease you.” a foxlike smile played across his lips as he said it. Minho smiled right back. “Me either.”
They stayed like that for a while, cuddled together under the covers, until Minho started shifting a bit under him. His half hard cock pressed against Kibum’s thigh. Kibum suddenly had an idea, he started to slide down Minho’s body until he was between his legs. “Kibummie?” Kibum shushed him, then placed a hand over his bulge, palming at it through his boxers. “You don’t have to, we can just go to sleep.” Kibum shook his head at that. He leaned down and kissed his bulge, noticing when he did a little wet spot appeared on the fabric. he applied a bit more pressure, stroking him and watching as he stiffened in them until there was a noticeable tent in boxers. He smirked at that, then licked at the head through the fabric, teasing, gentle, just as Minho had with him.
Minho bucked his hips involuntarily, “Ah, Bumie…” the words dripped like honey on his lips, his voice always got so gruff in moments like this, it drove Kibum crazy. He tilted his head to the side in question “Yes, Minho? Is there something you want?” He placed his hand on his thigh, right next to the pitched tent in Minho’s boxers. The brunettes face screwed up in a pout, “Hey! Quit teasing me!” Kibum smiled then moved his hand just an inch closer to where Minho wanted it, rubbing the valley between his cock and his thigh. “That’s not an answer.” Kibum felt his cock twitch next to his hand.
Minho groaned, his arm moving to cover his face. “Kibummie…” the rest of his words were mumbled into his elbow. “Sorry I couldn’t quite hear you Mingoon, speak up.” He loved this, toying with Minho, making him beg. “Please, Kibum! You know what I wa- Ah!” Kibum cut him off by giving his hard cock a squeeze through the fabric. “No, I’m not sure if I do.” Minho let out a sound that could only be described as a weep, though he would never in a million years admit to sounding so pathetic. Only for me, Kibum thought, He only gets like this for me.
“Please, Kibummie, please suck my cock.” the words came out so whiney but, they sounded so perfect coming from Minho, so soft and pleading. Kibum smiled, and leaned lower, getting comfortable between his legs. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” Kibum didn’t waste time pulling his boxers down. He watched as his cock was freed from the fabric, slapping against his stomach then standing tall right in front of his face. Kibum wrapped his hand around it, nuzzling it with his nose then kitten licking the head, tasting the precum pooling there. Minho gasped, cock jolting at the sudden attention. He licked it again, trailing his tongue up and down the underside of his cock. When he reached the tip again he took it into his mouth then sunk down to the hilt in one fluid motion. “Fuck-“ Minho thrusted up into the heat, once, twice, then came down his throat.
Kibum choked on his release, cum dripping out of the corners of his mouth before he pulled off. “Minho?! What the fuck?!” Minho gave him a sheepish look. “Sorry, it’s been a while…” Kibum wiped his mouth, “I was already so pent up, I knew I wouldn’t last that long but…” He looked away in embarrassment. Kibum let out a breathy laugh “Next time at least let me know, a simple ‘I’m gonna cum!’ would do!” he grabbed Minho’s discarded shirt that was thrown next to him and wiped his hands and face. “Hey! That’s my shirt!” Kibum glared at him, “Yeah, I know, why would I wipe your cum on my silk pajama shirt?” Minho glared right back. “Don’t give me that look! They should put you away for attempted murder! How would my family react if they found out I died choking on your premature ejactulation!” Minho’s face went red at that, he seemed to think for a minute but “Shut up!” is all he come up with in response. Kibum rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I’m gonna go brush my teeth, clean up your mess while I’m gone.”
When Kibum returned Minho was in a different shirt than he wore when he came and a new pair of boxers Kibum’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you get those?” Minho looked up from his phone then looked down at his shirt. “From my car, Taemin’s sleeping on the couch by the way.” Kibum froze at that “What?!”
“Yeah, he was dead asleep when I went out there, I have no idea how he even got back in.” he said it all so casually, as if it was no big deal. Kibum’s started spiraling into a mess of anxious thinking.
“Do you think that he… heard… us?” Kibum’s face was beet red with embarrassment at even the thought that Taemin had heard all of that. Minho seemed as nonchalant as ever, “How should I know? Do you want me to wake him up and ask?”
Kibum scoffed “No, I don’t want you to wake him up and ask!” he grabbed the pillow next to Minho and slapped him across the face with it. “Stop acting like this isn’t a big deal! Shouldn’t you be more embarrassed you came not even a minute after your dick was in my mouth!” That comment got Minho’s ears to redden a little bit. “It’s not my fault! We haven’t had sex in a while and I was pent up! Besides Taemin was super drunk he probably won’t even remember it!”
Kibum rolled his eyes, getting into bed next to him and pulling the covers up to his shoulders. “Whatever, I’m going to bed. If he did hear us you’re talking to him about it, I want no part of it.” Kibum spat, turning to face away from Minho. “Yeah, yeah,” he kissed Kibum’s cheek. “Goodnight, Kibummie.” before he could move away Kibum grabbed him and pulled him in for a proper kiss “Goodnight Mingoon.”