Kibum’s breathing is gentle, calm. He keeps his fingers close to his mouth, the sensation is soothing.

It’s quiet now. The night terrors of last night are no longer haunting Key’s thoughts.

Minho sighs, “Do you hear anything?” He runs his fingers through the hair closest to Key’s ear. Kibum bites his lip, blushing at the sound of Minho’s voice cooing. Key’s eyes are closed, but he knows his head is still resting on Minho’s chest.

He lays his hand down flat against Minho’s upper body, “no, I don’t feel anything either. It’s like you don’t have a heartbeat.” His hand drags down Minho’s torso, “do you feel me?”

Minho’s hand snaps towards Key’s wrist, “don’t. I can feel you.” Kibum can see his hand lifting. He moves his fingertips lower, before they’re completely removed. He can see his fingers reach the edge of Minho’s shirt. Minho moans, “stop.”

Kibum smiles, “what does it feel like?”

“Temptation,” he breathes. Minho’s attitude makes chills shoot up Key’s spine. Kibum shifts. Minho laughs pleasantly, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Key hides his face in between Minho’s armpit, “stop it.”

Minho jerks away from him, “that tickles.” He rolls onto his side to better study Key’s face. His thumb streaks over one of Kibum’s eyebrows, “you feel better right?” Key nods, shyly keeping his eyes averted. Minho crawls towards him. He gently turns Key onto his back. His eyes remain pasted to Kibum’s expression. Kibum seems shy, but not opposed to Minho’s movement. Minho carefully moves on top of Key. He lightly presses against Key’s body, before cradling his head.

“I wish I knew what this felt like,” Kibum whispers. One of Minho’s hands creep away from Key’s skull. They slide down Kibum’s ribcage, unabashed, as if crossing well-known territory.

Minho’s fingers slide underneath Key’s shirt, “should I feel for the both of us.” His breathy hushed tone makes Key’s ears tingle. Kibum watches Minho’s hand slide up his chest. It excites him watching the shade’s hand runs up his body. “I’m sure you take this soft skin of yours for granted,” Minho takes a light breath past his teeth, the sound itself was coveting. “If only you gave me the opportunity to taste it,” the desire in his whisper make Key hot. The more he talks the more Kibum loses himself.

“Stop saying words with your mouth,” Key blurts out.

“Am I making you nervous?” Minho asks softly. Key bites his lip. He simpers at Kibum, watching him blush at his actions. Minho skims his cheek against Key’s face. Kibum lightly places his hand on Minho’s jawline. His fingers run up Minho’s jaw towards his temple. His fingers part Minho’s hair loudly, making the revenant shut his eyes, pleased. Minho’s head leans closer to Key’s fingers, as if his very existence has yearned for his touch. Minho’s hands slide back down slowly. Kibum feels electricity shoot through his body, he pushes Minho away gently. The spirit moves away obediently. Kibum sits up dazed. The demon walks away with a sigh.

Lovlies... I'm sick T^T Sore throat and all. I ... feel ... terrible