I was ting with my baby. Kinda~♥ And a short was born. Based on the prompt--

"And Key's deep growling in Noona neomu yeppo and oxygen and *_*"

Minho shrivels up among the folds of his blankets as he hears the sound for the nth time that night. He's scared, but also so damn aroused. It isn't fair, because Key does this so often, it feels like he's being played. That his weakness is being taken advantage of. And maybe it is. Maybe that's the truth behind these nights.

"Kibum," he mutters. "Stop it..."

But Key slips off his bed and lands onto the younger boy, his hand still in his pants and his eyes still wanting more. There is a pressure on the back of Minho's thighs and he's manipulated to get up and move in accordance to the elder's wishes.

"Please..." the boy whimpers. "Not tonight. We have to dance tomorrow."

"Shut up," Kibum answers, demanding hands pulling at the tall boy's limbs erratically. "I don't want to hear another word out of you, you useless piece of . Do as I say," Key orders and it strips Minho of his clothes and resistance. He lets the elder control his body because there are no other choices in his head. And despite how much he hates having to be used like this, it leaves a satisfying taste on his tongue.

" harder," Key groans and Minho obeys. He still weakly protests, because he knows Key likes it. But there's no going back to sleep now. Not tonight.

Grabs and pulls land on Minho like heavy iron on magnet. He lies there, bruised not from violence but from gentle acts of adoration. In his pain and pleasure, he looks away from Key's pink-tipped blonde fringe as it hangs tantalizingly between their faces. It shines like a dangerous moon and shows him stars. It makes him dizzy and he doesn't necessarily like it.

"You didn't enough..." Key suddenly mumbles and lifts off the tall boy, running a light palm over his engorged shaft.

"J-just put it in..." Minho mumbles back.

But the rapper has other plans when he forcefully lifts Minho's legs up. "You think I'm a pig?" Key chuckles. He long and reverently along Minho's crevice. The boy moans for Key equally long and reverently because the action is so kind, so considerate. Not something he'd expect from a man only in his bed for . 

"Mm... You changed your soap..." the elder mutters.

"I-I got your's--AH~!!" Minho calls out meekly.

Key launches himself forward and clasps a hand around Minho's neck, effectively choking him. "Is that your way of telling me to go myself?!" he growls. And this time the sound is lower, harsher, more beautiful than when he was just alone in his bed earlier.

The words make something snap real hard inside Minho because, as it were, they weren't using what he liked to call "due process", because of which Onew had to leave the room, throwing a pillow of frustration their way.

"Just do it, Kibum!!" the tall boy hisses at the elder and Key looks a little shocked.

"You don't have to, you know," Key mutters, looking into Minho's autumn eyes. "You can say no. Has that ever occurred to you?"

Minho is choking because Key still hasn't loosened his grip. He still manages a quiet "no" and shocks Key again.

"W-why not...?" the rapper asks, taking himself completely away from the younger. "Are you a ?" he demands, glaring and flashing his obsidian eyes.

"No..." Minho gasps and shakes his head, rubbing his neck a little. "You never let me question your love," he finishes.

Key frowns. "Should I question yours?"

"D-do you want to...?" Minho inquires, suddenly weighed down by a mountain of insecurities. He looks away again, eyes falling shut in self-disappointment.

Key buries his face in Minho's hair. "You're not a convenient for me, you idiot," he says. "You're my everything."

"A-are you teasing?" the tall boy questions, but the elder doesn't answer, just pushes into Minho, quietly paving into his body, sighing sweetly against his ear.

He doesn't make it a hard and fast job, frenzied and sloppy. He takes his time to feel what makes Minho squirm, hear what makes him keen. He create love in his every push, brands in on the boy with every pull. He collects his love and pours it onto Minho's bare skin, seeing it shimmer there like fire.

Minho can't help the silent moisture gathering in the cups of his ears; dripping down his temples when the top of his head touches the mattress.

"I love you so much... I love you too much," Key kisses the younger's chin, his throat, his collarbone. "I love you, did you hear me?"

The tall boy wraps his long legs tightly around the rapper's waist and they move and shake till the first rays of the sun are filtering into the room. And they'd probably never stop because love flowed out of their very pores uncontrollably, buried them in a thick layer of itself.

Their fingers intertwine and their hair sticks to each other's foreheads. Their sweat mixes in the dip of Minho's navel and their spit combines underneath each other's tongue. When they hit the end of the fiery line their release mixes, too. But the one concoction they have created, and one which wafts through the air like thick steam, is the mixing of their heartbeats: too loud to ignore, to heavy to not carry.

"I love you, too," Minho whispers, when sitting next to Key in the van to their schedule. "But I really can't dance today..."

For my beautiful, lovely, amazing, wonderful IffatSK, who is a star in the morning sky and the sea in my nights~