needy

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minkey; pg-13
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When Minho found Kibum waiting for him at the end of the hallway, chewing on his lip and tugging at his oversized pajama top, he thought something was very wrong. But when he got closer and saw that aside from the shirt, Kibum was wearing nothing else, Minho realized that the only wrong thing would be to not invite Kibum into his room. The moment he closed the door on both of them, Kibum sprung onto him like a cat, laying open-mouthed kisses wherever he could reach. Minho gripped his hips to keep him steady and take control, but it was hard to gain control of the situation when Kibum was literally vibrating with need on his lap, tongue busy licking patterns all over Minho’s neck and shoulders without a care if he’s drenching Minho’s shirt with his spit. Minho let his hands creep under Kibum’s shirt, running rough fingers over the ivory skin and making its owner shudder at the sensation. With a sound akin to a purr, Kibum pushed Minho backwards until he was lying on his back. “What’s with you tonight?” Minho managed to breathe out before his mouth was overtaken by Kibum’s own. It was both pleasurable and painful, the way Kibum nipped at his lips and sucked at his tongue. Minho almost lost himself in the sensations, especially with the way Kibum was gyrating on his thighs. Still, he gripped Kibum’s biceps and flipped them over, enclosing Kibum under his arms. He tried to set the pace with him gently pressing a palm against Kibum’s neck and kissing him before tugging off that one-size-too-large pajama shirt. But as he did Kibum arched up from the bed, trying to rub himself—any part of himself—against Minho’s body. “‘Bummie, slow down,” Minho murmured against Kibum’s neck, inhaling the scent of shampoo. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” He clenched his jaw when Kibum had the best idea to sling a leg around Minho’s waist and pull him closer. Minho stayed a few centimeters away from where Kibum wanted him, arms straining as he held himself up. Kibum let out a soft whine, lips curling into his signature pout. “I was just,” he said as he still craned his neck up to reach Minho’s mouth with no success. Sinking into the bed, Kibum let his hands move up and down Minho’s sides. “I was just trying to act needy.” He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at Minho. “Since you said in our interview that you like needy girls.” Minho blinked. He couldn’t remember any interview wherein he said that. But before he could voice it out, Kibum’s hands crept to the back of his neck and pulled him close enough to kiss. There was a slight ticklish friction against his thighs as Kibum rubbed them with his toes, making Minho groan into the kiss. Kibum was doing a very good job in being relentlessly needy, and it’s not like Minho has any choice but to give in. “So do you also like needy boys?” Kibum asked as he chewed on his lower lip, his own fingers unbuttoning his shirt with a very slow, teasing pace. Minho stared at Kibum’s fingers, watching them reveal deliciously pale skin bit by bit until Kibum shrugged the shirt off. “Yes, yes I do,” Minho roughly said, grabbing Kibum’s thighs and pulling him back onto his lap. As Kibum muttered a plethora of curses because of the way Minho’s fingers lingered between his thighs, Minho realized that he never said he wanted a needy girlfriend. It was probably someone else and Kibum had misunderstood. Minho did say he liked helping people in need. And right now, well, someone’s in so much need indeed. :;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:☆:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;: